Chapter 4: Arriving At the Party

It took about twenty minutes to drive to the address I had been giving. Following instructions, I parked a couple of doors down so I wouldn’t be in front of the house and then slipped in behind the house to the back door. I knocked softly but someone must have seen me coming because the door opened up almost immediately.

“Hey, you must be Kelly,” the guy said cheerfully, motioning me to come in.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside before I changed my mind. Suddenly all the talk and fantasies were gone and everything was REAL. Damn, what was I getting myself into?

My first impression was whoever lived here was a pig. The door led into a laundry room with clothes just thrown on the floor making it hard to walk without stepping on something. The washer and drier were different colors and from different manufacturers, not quite what you would call a matching set. Empty detergent bottle were scattered about and the place smelled of sweaty clothes and dirty underwear. To say I was a little disgusted would be the understatement of the year.

The guy ahead me fit right in. He was wearing a dirty white t-shirt and torn jeans - not the king that you pay a fortune for in the trendy stores. He had what looked to be at least a few days growth and then I noticed he was barefoot! He didn’t look back at me until we entered the kitchen.

Based on the condition of the laundry room, I shouldn’t have been shocked by what the kitchen looked like but despite the forewarning, I still couldn’t help but gasp a little at the disgusting display of filth and disarray. Somebody actually ATE in here? Apparently so based on the number of pizza boxes and dirty dishes, not to mention the beer cans scattered about plus a few bottle of some liquor or another. Well, I knew what my answer would be should someone offer me anything to eat - anything to drink better come in a sealed bottle or can!

I was about to turn around and just walk out without another word when the guy turned around, looked around at the mess around us, and shrugged his shoulders.

“Sorry for the mess, the housekeeper’s out this week,” he said in a lame attempt to be funny. “Nobody is here yet; I wanted you to get here first so nobody would know about you until the time came.” He looked me over like a judge evaluating a cow at a state fair. “Mind if I see the goods?”

I just rolled my eyes and unbuttoned my coat, opening it up to show him my outfit underneath.

“Mmmmmmm, great outfit, I’m Brian by the way,” he said, introducing himself finally, “Damn, Bobby’s gonna love that outfit.” He continued to just stare at me and then grinned and asked, “Can I see what’s underneath?”

Sheesh, what a moron! I shook my head and just smiled at him disarmingly. “Not until the show.”