Please extend all standard gratuities to the bearer of this invitation.
/s/ Robert C. Stanberry
He told her it was too late to get her a formal invitation, but this paper would suffice.
She arrived at the party wearing a tight fitting basic black dress and heels. When she handed the paper to the doorman, he smiled and reached behind him and picked up a small white flower corsage and pinned it on her dress. She floated around the room, meeting other lawyers and influential invitees, not noticing no one else was wearing a similar flower corsage. The cocktail servers brought her drinks, and she began feeling a little tipsy after a while. A hostess took her by the arm and said to come with her, as it wouldn't be good for her to be seen under the influence. She led her to a sitting room and brought her a cup of coffee. Drinking the coffee, she began to feel dizzy, then she blacked out.
When Kelly woke up, she felt as if she was lying on a warm leather couch. Stirring, she stretched her arms and legs, then felt something large and warm touch her leg. She opened her eyes to find herself looking into the gigantic face of the business partner who had invited her to the party. He smiled and said, "Good morning". She saw his finger, the size of a log, separating her legs and drifting up between her thighs. She screamed and grabbed onto the tip of one his fingers and futilely tried to squeeze her legs together. He smiled and said, "Don't be afraid. I chose you as you were the prettiest little thing in the office. It's time to have a little fun now."
