The party was themed, "Naughty and Nice Masquerade". I decided to go along as an adult version of Snow White. The one rule of the party was that no on...e could know who was going as what. After a few hours of drinking and messing around, I was feeling a bit light headed from drinking and decided to get some air. I told the girl I had been talking to I was just stepping outside, when the guy who was standing behind me talking with his friends said he would come with me. He was dressed as Superman. Frustrated I kicked her hard in the belly. Her whole body flexed athletically as she drew in her pained abdomen, I then stared at the dirty imprint of my boot on her yellow jersey. I hated myself for feeling good after that! Twice more I kicked her in the belly, harder each time, so she continued to twist and writhe with muffled sobs for several more minutes before lying almost still again with just her chest heaving in time with barely audible sobs. I knew I needed more than that now. The. The woman entered the elevator, the only thing she had on was the knee high black boots. She was followed quickly by the owner of the penthouse. Dwayne and Phil had only seen him in passing. He was dressed in just blue boxer briefs, as opposed to the power suits he usually appeared in. His 6 foot 2 inch athletic build and tan skin was a contrast to her 5 foot 5 inch voluptuous creamy white body. She leaned against the back of the elevator as he ravaged her mouth and hands roamed her body. .." "God, he's so handsome, and ...." "Not fair, that great body, and all this, for you...." "Come on, we're friends, you could share..." I had known for years that I was, what my dear Jeff had titled, 'the winner'. It's what he called himself when we were out, after mingling with the crowd, or later, on the way home. "I was the winner, again," he would tell me, whispering the words in my ear if we were still there. It was his way of saying that I was the prettiest woman there, the winner in.