Crystal wasn't thrilled with this latest turn of events at all.​ "And who might you be?" she asked the stranger, never removing her hand from Adam's.    

​     "I am Gretta Von Sternberg," came the reply. "My mother, Hannah Von Sternberg, is the richest woman in Europe." She seemed to see something against the far wall of the dining hall. "Oh my God, I can't believe what I'm..." 

     Everyone turned to see what Gretta was talking about. As they did, Gretta pulled Crystal's hand from Adam's to replace it with her own.

     Crystal turned back around, furious. "How dare you..."

     "All's fair in sex and war, or, I mean, love and war, dearie. Come on, Adam, let's you and I go have ourselves a little dance, give me a chance to rub up against you a little." As she pulled him towards the dance floor, she whispered into his ear, "I hope you don't have anything against the forward type, Adam Forwarder."

     "I like every type." 

​     "Good. You and I are going to get along just fine. I've heard so much about you."

     "Really? And what have you heard?"

     "I've heard that you are an animal, but that you are also very, very gentle. I've heard that you are a narcissist, but that you are also very giving. Most of all..." She licked her lips at the thought of this. "I've also heard that you are so huge that you scare most women, they're afraid they'll be hurt, maybe for a long time, but that, once you're inside, the fit is exactly right, and then you expand and expand until..."

     "Hey, don't have a climax right here."

     "I'm about to."

                                                       CONTINUE