Okay this is a part of a series of posts! My first big one for writing, so please let me know what you think, and do you want more?
I spent the last few days calming down my nerves. Working my day job in the office, feeling unwinded from the conversation we shared. They were good enough to not start making demands, but we took things slow. They asked about sending one photo a day of my face, nothing else, for them to see how I am doing. It was like SnapChat, just one sided from following instructions. They sent praises to me. Sometimes asked me requests of different hairstyles, even make-up. I did not mind, it’s not like the internet hasn’t got my face on it through all my social media platforms. I heard the usual chime from my phone, a quick glanced over at it, noticing the recent text they sent me. In what felt like an entire hour than a minute for me to register what they wrote — I am near your way this weekend. For a gathering. Are you interested in meeting in person? Butterflies rose inside. I asked what kind of gathering. In response to the type of people you could meet in Darkest Dreams but IRL. Real life, I wondered how that would go. I asked if my roommate could come to the gathering. Fear of beating alone with a stranger, yet they didn’t feel too much like a stranger. I am sure Ann could handle herself, it’s not like I did not see her in her underwear around the apartment. I watched the three dots waving as they wrote their reply: Sure. The more the merrier.
After a few more talks between ourselves, and between me and Ann, the evening of the gathering arrived. It was a train ride away from our hometown. Ann was being sensible to suggest we get a hotel room before jumping into a taxi, then off to the address you gave over. We dress in casual smart stylish outfits. To not feel too much out of place. Ann wore her jade green mini dress. Shaping and falter her figure with her perky boobs and long Amazon toned legs. I tried to take some pride in my hour-glass figure, wearing a black pencil skirt with corset styled top. In my shyness, I wore a shawl to wrap around my shoulders. The taxi driver gave us an eyeful. He peered through the reflective mirror than focusing on the road. Being the location was in the rich suburbs of the town. Houses lining up the street got more expensive in taste. The vehicle slowed down to one house that had a tall gate shutting the world out. Ann, being more confident, went out of the cab, hit the buzzer to inform our arrival. My shoulders relaxed a little when the gate roared its buzzing sounds. A slow mechanic release of the lock, opening the way. The house was postmodernism architecture. Splashes of silver gray concrete, burned wood and clean white walls. Ann whistled, “Nice digs,” she murmured as we climbed out of the cab. We walked to the front wooden door and gave a quick knock. When it opened, our jaws dropped. The gentleman, kind enough to open, peered out to us before bowing as he gestured in. But the behavior was not the thing that surprised us. It was the bow tie, collar, and leather thong he wore. And nothing else. After stepping in the marble floor hallway, we spotted some servers. Both men and women dressed in similar getup. I tried my best to hide my giggling by covering my mouth. Both in nervousness and excitement. Ann’s wide eyes at me, her eyes saying, What The Fuck.
The gathering held up to thirty, all ranging in shapes and sizes. That count didn’t include the number of servers. Ann twirled, grabbing two champagne flutes from the nearest server. She handed one to me, as we slowly easing our way around the space. Low thumping music in the background, guests between three to five in groups chatting. Ann swig some of her drink, “Eh. It’s nonalcoholic,” her nose scrunched as her tone a disgust. Facing her, “I suppose it so we can enjoy the party with clear minds,” I answered to her unspoken question. I noticed in the lounge space, on one couch, an older woman roughly late forties to early fifties. She is larger, with an impressive bust size than my own. She held an air around her in confidence and command. Someone I wouldn’t tease, as I spot a younger man kneeling on the floor beside her, sporting a dog collar around his neck and metal chain she held. She tugged it to refocus his attention when he glanced our way. Definitely not someone to be a menace, too. Ann asked, “Have you spotted them yet?” I peered around, no one seemed to recognize me. I suggested we try outside the back, moving towards the open door frame. Stepping onto a patio with a twilight sky. A few guests mingled around. None still recognize me, maybe they haven’t arrived yet, I wondered. There was an oval shaped swimming pool, finely cut green grass beyond the stone patio. The garden surrounded by palm trees and fence to stopping any peering neighbors. The music sounded more mild outside as the cool breeze caressed my face, I tugged my shawl around my arms. I looked around, spotting a stunning salt and pepper, what I would call, full wizard beard. Despite the man’s reclining hairline, he’s charming the blonde till she blushed. I try not to pout. This arrangement to meet at a gathering like this was not what I expect. An auburn long haired beauty, matching Ann in height of her own Amazonian legs, sashed her way over to us. I was not taking interest as they focused her eyes on Ann. The Amazonian purred her greeting and asked who we were looking for. “We are looking for someone under a username than their actual name,” Ann explained with a little more detail of our story how we got here. The woman turned to face me, pointing in another direction of the house, “Try in the games room.” I whispered my thanks, leaving Ann in the charming conversation with the woman.
To be continued…
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It gets mysterious.