Monday, 28 September 2015

Monday, September 28, 2015 -

Little Tiffany

by Chloe Carpenter
Published: Aug 9, 2015
Words: 52,941
Category: ageplay, romance
Orientation: M/F
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Chapter 1

"Do we really have to go to this party, Mike?" Tiffany eyed the red brick Victorian house across the road: a large, sprawling place in its own grounds, surrounded by a walled garden with tall trees along the perimeter which screened most of the view from the street.

Tiffany peeked through gaps between the trees to see what lay beyond. An assortment of cars studded the driveway, and a small crowd of laughing, jostling people congregated by the front door, many of them with a glass or bottle in their hand. The windows of the two rooms either side of the front door had been flung open wide, venting the sounds from within, the rhythmic thud of music blending with the hubbub of voices inside, and from the terraces round the back of the house, shrieks of laughter and raucous shouts carried on the still air of early evening.

"Sure we do, babe. It'll be great, you'll see." Mike reached into the back seat of the car and grabbed the bag containing the two bottles of malt whisky they had picked up en route. Flicking a button on the key fob to lock the car, he slid the keys into his pocket and caught hold of Tiffany's hand. "C'mon. I'm looking forward to it."

Her heart sank. Maybe you are, but I'm not. "But I don't know anyone." She gave him a pleading look.

"So what?" He leaned down and gave her a fleeting kiss on the lips. "Have a few drinks. You'll soon unwind and start talking to people. They'll love you in that outfit. You look hot, honey."

"But-" She got no further. Mike yanked her forward and she tottered along precariously after him, already wishing she hadn't worn high heels.

Mike steered them across the road that was double parked with the vehicles of party-goers, and led Tiffany through a pair of impressive wrought iron gates. He whistled as they walked up the drive. "Look at this place - it must be worth a freakin' fortune. Craig and Sonia have one hell of a lifestyle. Did I tell you that Craig inherited the house from his old man, along with almost two million?"

"You did." Several times. Tiffany sighed. Money was a big deal with Mike. He had an average job that paid an average wage, and constantly moaned about the fact that he had no rich relatives to give him a helping hand to get the things he deserved.

"Lucky bastards," he muttered, his good-looking face breaking into a scowl of envy. But his expression was fleeting, the glower giving way to a bright smile as they entered the house. "Here we are, let's party!"

The wide hallway was thronged with people, and the two large reception rooms either side were equally crowded, some people dancing, others chatting in small groups.