"A dress is a piece of ephemeral architecture, designed to enhance the proportions of the female body." Christian Dior

Party Time. 9:30pm came in the city of Los Angeles and with it so did the nightlife. New York, the city that never sleeps. Bull. LA was the real city that never sleeps. During the day 20-something executives sat behind desks, filing paper, writing on paper and shredding paper. But at night, when darkness fell over California, those same 20 something suit-wearing executives turned into wild party-goers who danced the night away until 3am.

Heidi Hunter walked out her door and pushed a button on her keys. The garage door slid open and she climbed into her red Lexus, leaving her encases within the 70,000 car with leather seats, Satellite Navigation and a TV set into the dashboard. She turned on the sat nav and waited a moment for it to load before typing in her destination, a house in Beverly Hills, and driving out her gates.

Her childhood friend, Seth, had recently moved to Cali and was having a housewarming party. Just a few close friends he had said when he had called her the previous day. Heidi was sceptical of his plan. Whenever word got out about a party in Cali, particularly the upper class residential areas, swarms of people descended upon the house.

20 minutes later she turned a corner, having wound her way through the elite neighbourhood streets, and saw a house set high up on a hill. She saw a spot down the street from the house and parked in an open spot before anyone had the chance to steal it. She slid out and noted down the name of the street on her hand with a pen, in-case she got too plastered to remember later. She locked the car and walked the short distance to the house gates. As she walked up the sloped driveway she could see that she had been right about ‘Just a few friends’. The house was practically bursting at the seams with people; lights were on in every room of the house revealing shadows of people on the walls. She walked round a couple that were making out at the doorway and took a sneaky glance at the girl. He is so going to regret that in the morning.

She walked through an arch way into the living room. A plasma TV had been set-up in the corner and a few guys, CULA students most likely, were watching a porno in awe. One getting up and heading to the bathroom every few minutes. Outside she could see a seriously overweight girl shredding her clothes. Heidi had to stop herself from physically gagging from the side of her bare naked flabby ass.

“C’mon babe, I know you want some of this” a male voice whined as a girl walked into the room followed by the voice. The girl had flowing black hair that fell down to her ass and absolutely no fashion sense whatsoever. Who puts Hollister with Lacoste? Heidi visibly shuddered.

“No, but I know you want all of this” the girl said snootily, letting everyone see her new nose as she turned it in the air.

“Well what do you think I’ve been following you around for, for the past 20 minutes” the guy outstretched his arms and looked annoyed “So we can have a little tea party with our teddies in the garden?” the man scoffed.

“Well if that’s the attitude you’re going to have!” the girl huffed before pushing through the crowd and disappearing.

“Tina!” the man yelled. No reply.

“Seth!” Heidi yelled over the stereo system that was playing an old P Diddy song.

“Heidi, you made it!” he enveloped her in a one armed hug, his other hand occupied by his nearly empty beer.

“Duh, or I wouldn’t be standing here” she said sarcastically.

“Well you look so damn good you could have been a figment of my imagination” he looked her up and down, a twinkle appearing in his green eyes. He stepped closer to her “What say we go upstairs and greet each other properly” he whispered into her ear. Seth Jones had to be the horniest guy alive. He was constantly getting laid and during the free hours he had left in the day he was either watching porn or masturbating.

“What you mean like you and Tina were going to?”

“She’ll be back” he convinced himself.

“What do you say, yes or no?” he asked again.

“Seth the only way I would go near that thing would be to castrate you and save all those innocent girls out there”

“Hell Yeah! Foreplay!” he stammered. He hugged her once again and followed a girl that passed by.

Heidi scanned the room for her friend and seeing she wasn’t in there moved out of the French doors onto the patio. The naked girl now had some poor boy pinned against the side of the pool and was devouring him like she no doubt devoured her annual evening meal of McDonalds Double cheeseburger and fries. Gross.

She spotted the familiar platinum blonde head of her best friend in the corner of the patio. Trees surrounded the whole of the large patio area, keeping prying neighbours at bay which was just as well considering what the girl was doing now. Double gross.

“Hey” Heidi greeted her cousin. Charlize wrapped her arms around her neck then pulled away a moment later.

“Drink?” Charlize asked. Heidi nodded eagerly and Charlize raised her fingers in the air and clicked. A moment later a man appeared and handed Heidi a sex on the beach. She brought the glass to her lips and let the concoction enter her mouth and send her taste buds tingling. She glanced at Charlize and as always she looked like she had just stepped out of a magazine shoot. Her long, tanned, tone legs were on show due to the pair of white Abercrombie mini shorts she had adorned and a black Cecile silk pleated halter neck covered her top half. Her feet were half covered, half exposed by a pair of Prada white flip-flops with diamond detailing. Heidi, however, had gone for a casual yet glamorous pair of black leggings with a white Juicy couture skirt and White v-neck Dior top.

“Have you seen Seth?” the other heiress asked her as she stared off in the distance at nothing in particular.

“Yeah, I saw him on the way in. Did he hit on you?”

“He hits on everybody, no-one is safe. He mentioned something about me being his mistress” Charlize turned to meet her letting Heidi stare into her electric blue eyes.

“Foreplay” she said simply. Blair Roslyn appeared by her side dressed in a mixture of Marc Jacobs and Nina Nicci. Her long brown hair had been let loose down her back and a few strands hung down her front.

“Hey girls, Charlize guess who just showed up?” Blair seemed eager to reveal all, her face filled with excitement.

“Paris Hilton?” Charlize guessed uninterestedly.

“That has-been? God no. No, it’s your favourite person ever” Blair said, her excitement building by the second. Her tone full of sarcasm, which both the blondes picked up on.

“Which one? I have a few” she laughed. Blair sent her a look and suddenly Charlize’s mouth was agape and her eyes had widened.

“She actually showed up? No way” Charlize laughed.

“Portia?” Heidi said although she already knew the answer. Blair nodded, her excitement reaching boiling point.

As if on cue a girl with raven black hair entered the patio. Her small brown eyes connected with Charlize’s blue and for a moment both girls neither spoke nor moved, both content on making the other break first. Portia did. She sent Charlize a dirty look and sidled over to a group of guys. She laughed incessantly as if she actually knew what they were laughing at.

Portia Jensen was Charlize’s bitter enemy. From what she had heard, from Charlize, Charlize had been dating a senior called James when she was 17. Things had been going great until Charlize had caught Portia and James at it in his bedroom. She had promptly dumped his sorry ass and didn’t look at him for weeks. The next thing she knew Portia was claiming she had been knocked up- she was pulled out of school and wasn’t seen for a year. When she returned in the fall there was the ever so slight hint of post-baby fat on her stomach. Of course, like the horrified society parents they were Portia’s parents had denied anything to do with a baby. They had said Portia had been taken out of school for a trial run at a private boarding school in France.

“Whatever” Charlize said as she tore her gaze away from Portia who was throwing herself at some guy, literally.

“Oh my god! I love this song!” Blair squealed as the recognisable voice of Gwen Stefani drifted out of the stereo as she launched into ‘Rich Girl’

Charlize dumped her glass on the floor and clambered up on a large round table in the corner of the patio. She raised her arms above her head and allowed her body to move to the music. Blair followed suit, the two girls gripping onto each other’s arms for support. Heidi momentarily hesitated over the safety issues but shook her head free of all thoughts and allowed herself to be pulled up onto the table by Charlize’s outstretched hand, fully aware that everyone at the party had stopped what they were doing and focused their eyes on the 3 girls- the world was watching. Wasn’t it always?

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