None of the 10 of us are friends. I know Amanda a little bit, because of her political presence. I know of Ed, because the stuff that he makes a profit on in his warehouses tends to be a bit on the illegal side, perhaps more than a bit. Dani's line of beauty products is rumored to be falling out of favor and she's supposed to be nearly bankrupt. Fran is apparently not selling what she writes. George's Internet operation skates along the edge of the law and, if rumors are to be believed, the edge of bankruptcy.

I help the new arrivals with the bags and get everyone settled in their assigned rooms.

By the time I get back downstairs, everyone has a drink. What they think they're drinking is vodka gimlets. What they're actually drinking has a bit more than three times the amount of alcohol of a normal vodka gimlet. However, as I discover, the gimlet mix hides the alcoholic power of the drinks well.

It's a hot day and several people are on their second drink. One super-powered vodka gimlet will leave a drinker drunk. Two of them in quick succession will leave the drinker totally, completely soused.

I carry my drink upstairs and do a little substitution of about half of my drink with clear water. I'm gonna remain sober because there's a reason that Amanda wants everyone drunk. I deal better with things when I'm sober and I have no intention of playing Amanda's game when I'm drunk. I then go back downstairs.

The conversation is rather sparse and very brittle. Most of the people claim they are doing well with their business ventures, but they have a sort of hunted look about them that belies the cheerful words.

Finally, at a look and nod from Amanda, Dani says that she's too damn hot. With that she takes off her blouse.

Amanda pounces! She suggests that, if everyone thinks it is too hot, why didn't we just play a little strip poker and get rid of all those hot clothes?

To my surprise, everyone agrees to the game, but without a great deal of enthusiasm. Of course, they're all drunk and it's a little difficult to tell.

Amanda deals the cards. She has produced a deck of readers. (Readers are marked cards where a pro can read the backs as well as the fronts.) Amanda offers the cards to Carla to cut. Amanda then negates the cut in fairly clumsy fashion and starts to deal. None of the drunks appear to have noticed Amanda's little game.

Since it's a hot day, none of the ladies are wearing very much in the way of clothes.

By the time she gets through the deck, Amanda has both Bea and Dani wearing only bras, Carla is down to a dress and bra and Fran is down to bra and panties.

As Bea sheds her dress and Dani sheds her skirt, Amanda uses the distraction to ring in a second deck. (The switch isn't too adroit, but were talking a roomful of drunks here.)

The next round has both Bea and Dani nude, Carla wearing only a bra and Fran wearing only panties.

Amanda announces that anyone who loses while nude has to 'pleasure a winner.' I expect protests from the group, but all of the players except Amanda and me are too drunk to care.

Bea and Dani both lose. Ed and Carl win. Ed takes Bea upstairs and Carl takes Dani upstairs.

After the next round, Carla and Fran lose and strip to nude. Bill and I win. Bill takes Carla upstairs and I take Fran upstairs.

Fran is sloppy drunk and I must half carry her up to my room. I use the carry time to work her tits and pussy a little and I have Fran ready to go by the time we hit the bed.

I get Fran's legs over my shoulders and fuck her while I work on her nipples with my thumbs. I get deep into Fran's pussy and I stroke hard. I play Fran like a violin for some time. She's completely drunk and a little aroused, but I can't make her climax.

When I realize that she's not going to climax, I give up trying and use her strictly for my own pleasure until I shoot my cum into an exhausted Fran. I then dismount.

I go into the shower and clean up. By the time I finish, I have worked out a vague sort of feel for what's happening. However, I need more information.

I go back into the bedroom and find Fran still lying exhausted on the bed. I talk to her.

I'm a large, strong, sober man. I'm dealing with a drunk, exhausted lady. It's fairly easy going for me to get the information I need.

Fran is here only because Amanda required her to be here.

Amanda probably required people to attend the reunion because the other girls had started rumors that Amanda had fucked every boy in Northside High School and also fucked at least most of the male faculty.

I point out, to Fran, that Amanda was underage at the time and that such activity could never have taken place. I also point out that I have never fucked Amanda.

Fran looks at me and then breaks down. She tells me that some of the people at the reunion are in financial difficulty, after quite a bit of initial business success. As a result, a few of the girls' wanted Fran to write a story about Amanda's supposed sex life.

I point out to Fran, "Amanda has enormous political power and in more than one state. If Amanda wants a business to fail, it fails. If you think that you can scare Amanda or extort money from Amanda, you'll be better off committing suicide."

Fran cries for a bit and then asks me, "Okay, what should I do?"

I lecture her, "Fran, you should do whatever Amanda wants you to do. You don't really have any choice. If you think that you can mess with Amanda, count on your illustrated sex life turning up under the counter at sleazy sex shops everywhere. Even if you don't care, your sex partners probably will care."

Fran looks shocked.

I muse, "We're at our 20-year high school reunion. That makes each of us about 38 years old, give or take a year or so. By now, we should know each others capabilities and temperaments."

I then lie in my teeth and tell Fran, "Look, all of my businesses are on the up and up. However, if the inspectors want to really search, they can find a door that's required to be 30 inches wide that's only 29.9 inches wide and so forth. I don't need to try to remodel my places to meet requirements that often contradict each other. I try to obey all of the ordinances and I keep on good terms with those who supposedly enforce the ordinances. Things are a lot easier for me that way."

I finish by telling Fran, "Okay, you're a big girl now and you can make your own decisions. However, you really need to be careful with Amanda."

Fran goes into the bathroom and I sit and think things over.

I have to believe that Amanda has cameras in at least some parts of the house. I can't see anything that might be a camera lens in my bedroom. (I have hidden cameras in some of my businesses and I know what to look for.) Thus, I have to believe that any cameras will be downstairs in the living room or den area.

That means that Amanda plans that there will be quite a bit of sexual activity downstairs, in public and in front of the hidden cameras that will almost certainly be there. It promises to be a very interesting few days.