Ten guests: Six women, four men.
‘Leave your ‘selves’ at the door’ was the mantra issued by Jake, the organiser. It was a nod to what he called ‘falling down the rabbit hole’: fully embracing a world of fantasy, and sexual indulgence, and leaving inhibitions behind.
To an outside observer, the party looked like any other. Apart from all the people being notably good looking, there was nothing that would raise an eyebrow. Six beautiful women, dressed to impress, and four smartly dressed men, sitting around a coffee table in a glamorous sitting room. Jake always hosted parties in houses that were both expensive and isolated.
He stood in front of his guests wearing a dark black suit and a crisp white shirt; smart and ruggedly handsome. Next to him stood a gorgeous woman. Julia had blonde hair spilling down her chest, her curvaceous body enclosed in a tight black dress, and she almost seemed to sparkle in the soft lights.
“Who wants to hold his cock?” she asked.
Five women’s hands shot up.
She was holding a glass jug, her perfectly manicured nails tight clasped around the handle.