Wrath of the Furies
Monica walked into the lounge. She felt a little uncomfortable in her outfit which was little more than a silk sheet draped around her naked body. A glance around the room made her feel a little more at ease. She wasn’t the only one dressed that way. The theme of the party was Greek mythology and the lounge was renamed “Olympus” in keeping with the theme. Kevin was no where to be seen. In fact, there were no male guests there. The males that she did see were the waiters who were bare chested and wore hairy pants and two horned crowns on their heads. “Satyrs. Cute.” She thought and laughed to herself. At that time one of them approached her, greeted her warmly and led her to a corner of the lounge where there was a large cushion for her to sit and relax. As soon as she sat on the amazingly comfortable cushion she sank into it as if were a lounging recliner. The Satyr looked at her, smiled and said “Lord Hermes will tend to you shortly”. His eyes had a lusty gaze in them as he stared at her briefly before going to tend to the other guests. Monica looked at him as he walked off. He seemed middle aged but had a fairly good physique. Her mind soon returned to Kevin. They had been separated at the elevator as they went to their assigned rooms but she assumed they would have been reunited in the lounge for the festivities. She wasn’t long in her thoughts when a tall man with a dusky complexion approached her. “Welcome to Olympus” he said in a voice that resonated like a low growl but was as smooth as velvet.“ I am Hermes. I hope you find Olympus accommodating during your stay” he said as he settled next to her, drawing closer. He was handsome. His hair was jet black and tied into a pony tail that hung down over his left shoulder. His face was clean shaven and his eyes were of an unusual greenish-brown color that she had never seen on a man of his skin color before. She was able break from his hypnotic stare with some effort and started to ask where the male guests were before he interrupted her. “Pick your poison” he said presenting her with a tray that had three wine glasses filled with a red liquid, a blue liquid and a purple liquid. She looked at him. She was a little stunned by his abruptness but still marveled at his insistent presence. Monica eyed the tray held out in front of her. She reached out and took the glass with the red liquid. She inhaled its sweet fragrance and then held it to her lips. Hermes smiled devilishly as he stood to his feet. “Wrath of the Furies. A fine choice” he said. Monica paused to consider his words. “Was that the name of the drink?” she thought to her self. She