INDISCRETIONS CHAPTER 11 (Part 3)

It’s already the end of the work hour as the clock’s hand gets to 5. As usual, I take out my phone and wait for Mistress Noir’s message. Waiting for the next porn video she shared.

Lately, her message scheduling since I get to Ray’s place is a bit unpredictable; previously, she would send it at 5 PM like it was scheduled for that time. But now, she seems to know when the best time to send the message is to put me over the edge.

It feels like I am inside an unfair game where my opponent can see where I am, but I can’t see her. But will I give up? She wishes. I won’t stop until I put the wicked Mistress Noir in jail.

Now that I don’t have anything to do in the office, I might as well come back home and attend Harmony’s party.

It is nearly six when I get home. The party seems to be in full-blown mode with upbeat music blasting so loud. Usually, our HOA would not permit someone to play music this loud, but according to Harmony, she already had a green light from Catherine, and considering how the music is still on despite the loudness, it means that she truly got permission from Catherine.

I don’t go to the party right away, but go back to my home first to change my clothes to be more casual. Nobody is at home when I come in; Lisa and Jessica have probably already gone to the party.

There is a note on the table with Lisa’s writing telling me not to forget to attend the party once I get home.

I put the note down and make a beeline to my study to change my clothes. I open my wardrobe; there are two kinds of attire in my wardrobe now: men’s clothes and sexy women’s dresses. Obviously, I should pick the men’s clothes, but the wig and the dress don’t make it easy for me. The wig and the dress feel like they are talking to me, calling me to wear them and attend the party as Patricia. My hand has moved from my men’s shirt to the sexy dress. My hand is about to take them out of the wardrobe, but thankfully, I manage to break the temptation spell before I really come out dressed as Patricia. It took a lot of willpower to convince myself that I should only be Patricia when I get my chest injected with saline solution and get my tits back.

After I change my clothes into a casual top and trousers, I quickly leave my room, fearing that I will change my mind and give in to the temptation of the dress.

It’s already the end of the work hour as the clock’s hand gets to 5. As usual, I take out my phone and wait for Mistress Noir’s message. Waiting for the next porn video she shared.

Lately, her message scheduling since I get to Ray’s place is a bit unpredictable; previously, she would send it at 5 PM like it was scheduled for that time. But now, she seems to know when the best time to send the message is to put me over the edge.

It feels like I am inside an unfair game where my opponent can see where I am, but I can’t see her. But will I give up? She wishes. I won’t stop until I put the wicked Mistress Noir in jail.

Now that I don’t have anything to do in the office, I might as well come back home and attend Harmony’s party.

It is nearly six when I get home. The party seems to be in full-blown mode with upbeat music blasting so loud. Usually, our HOA would not permit someone to play music this loud, but according to Harmony, she already had a green light from Catherine, and considering how the music is still on despite the loudness, it means that she truly got permission from Catherine.

I don’t go to the party right away, but go back to my home first to change my clothes to be more casual. Nobody is at home when I come in; Lisa and Jessica have probably already gone to the party.

There is a note on the table with Lisa’s writing telling me not to forget to attend the party once I get home.

I put the note down and make a beeline to my study to change my clothes. I open my wardrobe; there are two kinds of attire in my wardrobe now: men’s clothes and sexy women’s dresses. Obviously, I should pick the men’s clothes, but the wig and the dress don’t make it easy for me. The wig and the dress feel like they are talking to me, calling me to wear them and attend the party as Patricia. My hand has moved from my men’s shirt to the sexy dress. My hand is about to take them out of the wardrobe, but thankfully, I manage to break the temptation spell before I really come out dressed as Patricia. It took a lot of willpower to convince myself that I should only be Patricia when I get my chest injected with saline solution and get my tits back.

After I change my clothes into a casual top and trousers, I quickly leave my room, fearing that I will change my mind and give in to the temptation of the dress.

I came to Harmony’s house. Harmony is waiting at the front door, cigarette in her hand and blowing smoke through her red-lipsticked lips

It puzzles me why the hostess of the party is out here instead of inside her house. She seems to notice my presence and wave her hand at me.

“Oh, Paul, you finally come. Here, have this one.”

She hands me a mask.

“A mask? Is this a masked party?” I ask her

“Yes, it is a masked party. The rule is you can’t take out your mask when you are inside. From the music, you can already tell that this will be an upbeat party, and I know that people here can be quite conservative and judgemental, so I give them a mask so they can enjoy themselves. You will be amazed how much a mask can obscure someone’s identity.”

“I know.” Those women in Mistress Noir’s video always feel a little familiar to me, but thanks to their mask, I still couldn’t pinpoint their identity.

“Anyway, why are you here instead of inside?” I asked her again.

“I am waiting for all my guests; some like you probably don’t know that this is a mask party, so it's my job to hand them the mask. I will come inside once all my guests arrive.”

“Am I the last one?” I feel a bit guilty if I am the last one to arrive.

“No, there’s another person who hasn't come yet aside from you. Anyway, please come inside and enjoy the party.”

I put on my mask and step inside Harmony’s place. After passing through the hallway, I got to the living room where the party was being held.

What the fuck? This is just a nightmare, right? I can’t help but curse over the scenery I see.

Black guys in masks are being handsy and fondling women’s breasts. Another woman gives a guy a blowjob in the middle of the room where others just surround them and see the spectacle without stopping them.

Many of these women still had their dress intact, but there were also not a few who were already half naked or even had lost all their clothing except the mask they wear.

Are these attendees really people from this community? Because what I see is only degeneration here.

I suddenly think of Lisa and Jessica; I need to search for them and make sure they are fine. But with all these people masked, I can only tell them through their hair or body figure. The thing is, long, blonde hair is common.

Calm down, Paul. Lisa isn’t the type that will cheat on you. Remember what Stephanie said: don’t be swallowed by your emotions, and have a clear mind. Don’t jump to the conclusion that Lisa will cheat on you.

My eyes scan the room to look for someone with Lisa’s body figure or Jessica’s body figure. And my eyes stop on someone, not Lisa or Jessica, but someone I am a little familiar with because of a video. A woman with a bunny mask. It may be just a coincidence, but from her body figure and hairstyle, I’m quite sure she is Snowbunny from Mistress Noir’s video that she sent when I was at Ray’s place.

How could she be here? I suddenly have a pretty bad feeling. If she is here, is Mistress Noir also in this place?

Snowbunny is snuggling with a black man before she looks in my direction and moves toward me.

“I know what you seek; follow me.”

The bunny-masked woman walks away, and I follow her from behind. If she knew I was looking for Lisa, it might be best to follow her. We leave the room and go deeper into Harmony House. We go upstairs and enter one of the rooms.

Inside, a black man is fucking a girl roughly,

“Oh god, yes, fuck me harder, make me forget my husband’s little dick,” the woman moaned as the black man impaled her with his dick.

Thankfully, after I observed her further, she didn’t match the profile of Lisa.

“This is not the woman I look for,” I say to Snowbunny.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t bring you here. Of course, this isn’t the woman you seek; look at the corner of the room.”

I follow her direction, and I see a white man jerking off his cock while seeing the woman being fucked by a black man.

“Is that her husband?”

“Yes,” Snowbunny answered. “Her husband finds the idea of being a cuck so hot, he begged us to arrange a black guy to fuck his wife.”

“There’s that kind of man?”

“Yes, he’s a good man. He knows that he is inadequate and can’t satisfy his wife. So, he let a more manly man take his place to take care of his wife’s sexual needs. Instead of ruining their relationship, their relationship grows better because of how the man understands what his wife needs. A good dicking from a black man.”

My respect for the man grew a little as Snowbunny framed the word that way. The man understands what his wife needs. What a selfless man.

“Anyway, there’s still another room; maybe you will find someone you seek in the other room,” Snowbunny says as she leads me to another room.

TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER

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