"Are you the hostess?" Pam asked brightly, holding out one of the bottles as a greeting. "Cause if so, that shit's mutual. I haven't been to an orgy in years."

She was not going to try hosting one. Their house was sort of semi-unfinished, and Cheryl might set people on fire. Which tended to bring orgies to a screeching halt.

Plus, she was now leering at the hot blonde. This party was gonna be fucking sweet.

Could they all bang each other? Worth a try, right?