As Alan brushed his hands to flatten out the suit, he walked over to his kitchen counter to open the gift box that Maxwell sent to him just a day ago. A white box wrapped in purple and green lace arrived with a large invitation card by courier. Inside the box was the fitted black bandana that all the men would receive for the evening. The men’s mask was similar to the Zorro mask in that it covered the top of the head and over the eyes with hemmed eyeholes. Then a long tie draped over the back of the mask to secure it in place.
During a flight on his personal jet out west, Maxwell shared with Alan his reasoning behind the mask choice.
“So, guess what I got for the guys?” Maxwell blurted out.
Alan tried sleeping in the brief flight since he hadn’t had much sleep that week. Despite no interest in what Maxwell chose for masks, he indulged him nonetheless.
“What’s that?” Alan reclined in his seat as he stared out the window.
“A Zorro mask!” Max heartily chuckled. “You wanna know why I picked them instead of a porcelain mask like the ladies?”
Alan quietly sighed and looked across the plane to Maxwell. “Why’s that?”
“So, when I’m sweating my ass off bangin’ the shit out some bitches, it’ll soak up my sweat!” He burst out laughing again and leaned forward as he applauded himself. “And, the only reason I want the women to wear porcelain masks is so that I don’t have to worry about how fugly they are.”
Maxwell continued entertaining himself and Alan drifted off to sleep.
“I mean, I’d choose paper bags if I could, but for some reason chicks don’t like to think that I’m just using them as come dumpsters. And, also, dude…dude?”
“Yep?” Alan answered.
“Women love dressing up. They love that Halloween-type shit. Why not just give them what they want and I’d get what I wanted too?” Maxwell could sense that his friend was disinterested at the moment, so he averted his attention to other things.
Alan chuckled to himself as he recalled the plane ride and Maxwell’s explanation behind the party. Reaching into the gift box, Alan grabbed the mask and stuffed it into his pocket. A small note fell out as he did with a general reminder to everyone that no one is to remove their masks. A stern warning followed the caution that anyone found without the mask would be escorted out by security.
“Wow,” Alan said aloud. “Damn, he really doesn’t want to see how ugly they are. Hmmm.”
Alan headed out of his house in his Audi and with the intent to return as soon as the festivities were underway. He determined that the first naked person would be his cue and he could quietly slip out. Then, Alan could go home, get some rest and finish any work for the day before Tiffany’s arrival.
Despite his early arrival at the Hart Mansion, Alan was far from being the first person. Cars lined the street up to the property with the gateway open exposing even more cars parked on the grass and in the driveway. Quite a few cars idled in a short line to the valet station at the front entrance of the mansion. A red carpet extended from the valet booth to the large front double doors. A few couples lingered on the porch steps next to the enormous pillars that formed the entrance. The men looked like Zorro movie extras and the women looked elegant yet picturesque.
After sitting for five minutes, the valet attendant tapped on his window startling Alan from his fascination with the gathering couples. Are these people really going to be doing this?! Alan thought to himself. He shrugged to himself and carefully stepped out of his car while he donned his mask. As he straightened his suit once more, Alan reached into his jacket pocket and slipped the aging valet attendant a tip.
“Thank you, sir,” the old man responded.
Alan had yet to break his gaze from the couples, even as they headed into the party and the door shut behind them.
“Oh…no, ah…thank you,” Alan responded.
He realized his mouth dropped open and his pulse began to race. The nervousness Alan felt for his stepsister’s impending arrival was replaced by fear of what lay in the walls of the Hart Family Mansion. The young billionaire tried concocting a reason to not go in at all, but he was scared his best friend and business partner may disown him if he didn’t show. More than a few occasions throughout the week, Maxwell made sure to express how excited he was for the event and how much he looked forward to Alan coming. Both arriving and otherwise, he’d say followed by a wink.
Though his gut was telling him to run, Alan mustered the strength to head into the Masquerade Ball. And, as the security guards at the front doors for Alan, he deeply breathed in and rushed through the threshold.
Rather than a scene of debauchery and depravity, Alan was greeted by the butler who was also wearing the black mask.
“Hello, sir, and how are you tonight?” he bowed.
“Great…great…” Alan surveyed the large ballroom-sized entrance.
There were dozens of guests covering the entire area. Around the large marble fountain, up the stairs, and into the event ballroom. To his surprise, Alan didn’t see a single nude person. The closest this scene came to an orgy was the cleavage exposed on some women.
As he brushed by the butler and into the group of attendees, Alan became acutely aware that many people were eyeing him up. It was hard to miss a room full of masks directed at him and little eyes peering through white porcelain masks. The women’s mask had cutaway just below the mouth, exposing the mouth and chin. Every woman accentuated their lips with vibrant-colored lipsticks and liner. The mystery of not knowing their identity, but seeing enough to tease Alan’s imagination was enough drive him wild. His suit instantly felt like a sauna among all the warm bodies and for the moment. Outside of the implied sexuality, Alan forgot what the event was all about.
Then a nude woman wearing a mask adorned with purple and green feathers approached him. She walked with poise, accentuating her ample bosom and round pear-shaped bottom. Alan stared at the woman and could hardly make out what she said. Instead, his eyes traced the curves of her body, down to her waist where a gold chain adorned her hips and dangled in front of her perfectly trimmed pubic hair. Her skin was pale and further whitened by a thin layer of shimmery body paint.
As Alan gawked, he could hear her repeat what she said yet he struggled to funnel his attention. Between audience chatter and a three-piece instrumental group playing in the background, Alan was overwhelmed and completely lost in the beauty of the woman in the mask. Her body was stunning and her face was obscured by the white porcelain mask.
The nude woman leaned closer to Alan’s ear and spoke a bit clearer.
“I asked if you would like a glass of champagne,” she spoke.
Of course, Maxwell wouldn’t have it any other way, Alan thought as he continued to admire the cocktail waitress
As his senses came back, Alan looked to see the nude woman was carrying a silver platter covered with long champagne flutes filled with the sparkling beverage. Even though Alan expected to leave in a bit, he knew that he’d be alright having one drink.
“Yes, thank you,” he took one glass and immediately gulped down the bubbly. The cold drink shocked his body, and an intense ache rushed to his temples. As he quietly belched, set the empty glass on her platter and then his nude companion moved onto the other guests. It was then that Alan saw there were a few other naked female servers. All of the waitresses were dressed the same and covered in different sparkly body paint designs.
“Hey, baby boy!” Alan heard Maxwell shout from across the room.
Alan searched about to see where the host was calling from when a hand waved above the crowd. He slowly worked his way through small gatherings and conversations to find Maxwell surrounded by numerous porcelain-masked women and a few men in bandanas.
“Everyone, this is my boy, Alan. You gotta take care of him tonight, ‘cause he’s in desperate need of a dick suckin’!” Maxwell shouted to his entourage. They all cackled along with him and two women, politely laughed into his shoulder.
The w
oman on his left leaned into Maxwell’s ear and placed a hand over her mouth at her mask.
“Al, meet two ladies I personally invited to the party,” the two women stepped forward to shake Alan’s hand.
The woman on Max’s left had a porcelain mask adorned with purple gems and painted leaves. She had brown hair tied back and up into a large bouffant decorated with diamonds. Her evening dress was low-cut exposing her large ample breasts that formed deep cleavage. Unlike most of the other attendees, her dress cut short of her hips. If she even bent over slightly, the brunette would show the rest of herself to the world.
The brunette gently embraced his hand and came close to his ear.
“Hi, I’m Katrina,” she strained to tell Alan. “Max was just telling me so much about you. So, glad to meet you.”
Katrina returned to Maxwell’s side and he grasped her around the waist. The second masked woman had blond hair pulled back into a tight braid with glitter washed through her hair. She wore a light pink evening gown that cut from her mid-thigh on one side and extended down past her knee on the other. Thin straps held the dress over her delicate, toned shoulders and revealed a bikini tan line. Alan eyed her bronzed skin down to the v-cut neckline to see she had small perky breasts. Her nipples stood erect under the satin cloth and Alan fell in awe of her allure. The blond approached Alan, and she reached her hand out. Alan became aroused but fought it off as he realized she wasn’t stepping in for a handshake.
The young woman wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down. Inadvertently, his hand grazed the side of her breast as he half-hugged her.
“Hi, do we know each other?” the woman asked.
“No,” he looked down to get an eyeful of her nude breasts under her pink dress. “I don’t think so. Where are you from?”
She angled her face away from the outside of his ear. The gorgeous blond whispered so her voice trickled into Alan’s ear. He could feel the gentle warmth of her breath wisp out and tease the nape of his neck. Chills vibrated his body and he briefly felt weak in the knees.
“Well, I’m a friend of Katrina’s. We came together tonight. You look very…nice.” The masked blond woman politely covered her mouth as she giggled. Peering up at Alan, she rapidly bat her long, thick eyelashes.
Wow, Alan thought. She’s a bit forward.
Both Alan and the blond masked woman looked into each other’s eyes for a moment. The young billionaire stared at her porcelain covering. The mask was adorned with green gems and speckles of painted stars surrounded the left eyehole. Her gorgeous blue eyes sparkled beneath the darkness of the emotionless mask.
“Well, I’m going to let you two be,” Maxwell broke their gaze. “Katrina let’s go gather the guests for dinner.”
Maxwell and his new companion, Katrina, wandered into the crowd as they parted ways allowing them room to pass. Alan wasn’t at all bothered by his friend’s departure and returned to his new acquaintance who didn’t seem to have a name.
“So, where you from?” he asked the blond woman.
Again, she angled her face away from Alan, leaned in toward his chest and spoke into his ear so that he could clearly hear her. A sweet perfume wafted from her neck that delighted Alan’s senses. The aroma reminded Alan of a candy shop, and he licked his bottom lip.
“Down the road a ways. How about you? Are you from around here?” she asked.
The young woman peered up at him. She raised her hand to Alan’s lips and gently wiped the moisture from his mouth before he answered.
“Uh, yeah,” knots formed in his stomach.
The woman smiled as she saw Alan squirm. Alan wasn’t entirely sure if this was going to progress into the orgy right away, but he was convinced that if it did, he’d be okay taking this young woman to an isolated portion of the mansion to be privately intimate with her.
Maxwell’s butler called for attention and announced that dinner was being served in the main ballroom. The crowd began to shift into the dining area as Alan and his new companion continued to stare into each other’s eyes.
“Well?” she called to Alan.
“Oh! Yes, let’s go eat,” he startled a bit but began to turn toward the dining area.
Alan briefly paused to allow his blond companion room to walk in front of him and lead him to where she wanted to sit. There was no telling who she knew in the room outside of Katrina and Maxwell, but he felt comfortable enough to follow her to sit at the same table.
The ballroom was dimly lit with purple and green accent lights. Four long tables were set parallel and evenly separated in the room. All the guests gradually filled the seats. Alan’s masked woman grabbed a chair at a table that was furthest from Maxwell. He breathed a sigh of relief because he knew he could relax further away from his friend. Max had a tendency to get a bit more obnoxious around crowds of people and he knew this occasion would be no different.
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Guests quickly grabbed their seats and within minutes the entire ballroom became flooded with servers and the best cuisine money could buy for the audience. Maxwell sat at the head of the table nearest the kitchen and called attention to the bustling crowd. He rapidly tapped the side of his glass with a dinner fork and all heads turned to see what the man of the house wanted to share before the evening’s festivities began.
“Look, I’m not going to waste your time with pointless banter because I know some of you have come here for one reason alone. It’s not too enjoy the good food or my hospitality. And, I hardly think that you came here for cheap champagne and filler conversation. You’ve come here to taste all the finer things in life, to sample the forbidden pleasures of the flesh and to do something that no other wealthy person has the balls to do.” Maxwell stepped up onto his chair, raised his champagne flute and placed his free hand on his belt buckle. “A toast…”
The room of people clinked glasses and as the noise settled, Max continued. “Let’s toast to good friends, great company…”
He paused, looked about the room and down to Katrina, who was seated next to him. “…And the first woman to suck my dick…”
Maxwell released his belt buckle and his pants dropped down exposing his long, partially-swollen cock. Sadly, he stood to nothing more than a nice round of applause and most everyone returning to their plates and individual chatter. Appearing incensed, the eccentric billionaire stepped down from the chair, sat and pulled himself to the table. He muttered to himself and Katrina whispered quietly to him. His face grew red.
Alan sat at the other end of the ballroom and watched as his new female companion took small bites from the cuisine. He was trying to think of what her name could be or if she even said what it was. No name came to mind and Alan found himself at an awkward impasse.
Should I save myself the embarrassment and just ask the girl? Or, is it that she’s just here for the orgy and prefers staying anonymous? Alan thought.
Despite being surrounded by dozens of other party-goers, the young woman felt isolated at the moment and even more uncomfortable as Alan looked on. After three bites, she decided to say something only for both of them to speak simultaneously.
“No, you first,” she insisted.
“No, no, I’m good, what were you going to say?” Alan felt that breaking the silence would at least relieve some of the tension. He wasn’t entirely sure how to conduct himself at these types of events, but if he followed someone’s lead, he’d learn quickly.
“I was going to ask you if you wanted a bite of mine instead. You seem to be fixated on me rather than on the room.”
Alan nervously laughed and looked around the room. Shocked, he discovered that some attendees were removing clothes, some were probing each other, and a handful had started to pleasure themselves. How long had he been staring at her? Was he that deep in thought that he missed out on the announcement that the orgy had already begun?
“Fuck…” Alan whispered to himself.
He was frozen in his seat. At this point, Alan was deathly t
errified of what was happening around him. Questions crossed his mind such as are all these people clean, did they get an HIV test, and what about the bisexual males? Would he have to put out for them too?
The masked woman giggled softly and reached to Alan’s leg. He startled from her sudden touch and snapped his head to look at her. Alan’s mouth hung open and no words could form. She gently rubbed his leg and brought her lips close to his neck. Her warm breath brushed against his skin, sending shockwaves and chills throughout his body. Alan began to arouse at her touch yet he was lost in the debauchery of the moment.
Alan felt he would never be able to perform around this many people. He shut his eyes, inhaled deeply and shifted in his seat to face his female companion. Reaching his hand behind her head, he grasped the base of her neck and pulled her close. And, as moans and cries of pleasure started to overcome the room, a loud crash came from the kitchen.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked to the swinging kitchen door where a small mess of bodies were covered with a platter full of food. Alan burst to his feet, displaying his apparent arousal as his erection pressed against the inside of his dress slacks. The masked blond woman only looked briefly to the commotion before she returned her gaze to Alan. But, she was greeted by his fully-clothed and aroused member. A smirk painted across her face.
“Get the fuck out!” An enraged scream called out from by the kitchen doors.
It was Maxwell and he was completely disrobed and showing off his saliva-covered hard-on. He grabbed the butler by his collar and snatched him to his feet. In one moment, the butler was on his feet and the next he laid in a heaping mess on the table. Food, alcohol, and broken pieces of glass covered him. A pale startled expression covered his face and blood began to trickle from his forehead and down his cheeks.
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