Barbara took off her panties and threw them across the room into her dirty clothes basket. It's literally a basket. She reached into her underwear drawer and put on her tiniest, flimsiest, most see through pair. They don't really cover anything. But she wanted to have something on under the white button up shirt that was almost all the way unbuttoned. She was going for the "no pants" look.
She walked downstairs to find her friends already gathered around, talking and drinking. Some were smoking. Barbara was fashionably late to her own party at her own house.
"Hello darlings."
John and Jane we're back from last year's party. They each gave her a long kiss. Jane even groped her tits.
Barbara poured herself some red wine.
She moved over to the couch and sat in between Victoria and Harold, a nerdy young white couple who were considered hipsters in this suburb.
"Are you guys having fun? Can you two be my Dj? Here, plug this in your phone. It's a phone chord."
"Our phones don't have those chords." the girl said.
"Let me see your phone."
Barbara took the girl's phone and pushed some buttons and something with a lot of bass began playing in speakers through the house.
"Cool."
Barbara started dancing in the living room and made them join her. They danced facing each other. The music was loud.
Barbara yelled at Harold. "Take your shirt off! Victoria, help him."
The younger couple followed her directions.
"Do you ever suck his dick?
Barbara danced in front of Harold, rubbing against his crotch with her ass. She turned around and faced him but looked at Victoria.
