Every large city has a circle of beautiful, young girls that sport the label “Party Girls.” In the strictest sense they are not “Call Girls,” though the two have certain things in common: they both bloom at night, most of them are strikingly beautiful and brazenly immoral. The big difference is the “Party Girl” simply loves parties, and the company of other bored and jaded people who can only get their thrills from the unusual.

This is the story of one such group of “Party Girls.” In it author Paul V. Russo reveals this warped, artificial world in all its depravity.