Introduce yourself to the Queen B

The Queen B waves to you again from her reclining throne of pillows.

"I think she wants to talk to us," you say.

"We can go introduce ourselves," Sara replies.

You walk arm-in-arm towards the bare-chested hippie woman. You catch glimpses of women on either side of the carpeted corridor, luxuriating on pillows, watching you pass with interest, or locked in passionate embraces.

The slender Indian girl stands as you approach and gently asks you and Sara to remove your shoes before stepping on the carpet of gold-threaded pillows surrounding the Queen B's soft throne. You set your boots aside and step onto the pillows. They are soft and cool and they compress beneath your feet. The Indian girl, dark nipples hard against her translucent silks, leads you across the pillows to her reclining majesty, the Queen B.

The chubby hippie woman puffs once more from her hookah and sits upright, her droopy breasts adjusting to the new position.

"Your majesty," you curtsy, pulling out the hem of your leather coat.

The Queen B smiles and waves away your polite gesture. Her smile isn't mocking, more motherly and tender.

"Dear," she says, "you don't need to do that. We're all friends here. All equals."

She seems to notice Sara at your side.

"Sara," the Queen B says, "it has been a long time."

"Yes," Sara answers a bit curtly. "I've been meaning to visit."

"The night is young," the Queen B answers cryptically and winks at you. "Who is your young friend, Sara?"

"This is Joy," Sara places a hand on your shoulder. "This is her first time coming to the party."

"Ahhh," the Queen B smiles, "well, Joy, you can call me 'Beatrice' or 'the Queen', I'm just here to make sure everyone has some fun, including me. Are you here to have fun with us?"

"Sure," you answer.

"Why don't you get comfortable," Bee advises. "Take off your coat and let me see you."

You look to Sara for guidance, but she offers no disapproval. Feeling a flutter of anxiety in your tummy, you undo the belt of the white leather coat and slowly open it. Despite the warmth of the room you feel instantly cold as you shrug out of your coat.

Your full d-cups are only supported by the silk undercup, your small pink areolas are puckered and your little nipples are hard as rocks. The thong covers your teenage pussy and that's about all. The Queen smiles and drinks in your toned curves with obvious appreciation.

"Are you-," she croaks and has to clear her throat. "Excuse me. Young lady, you have an exquisite body, and a fine choice of lingerie."

"Thank you," you reply and blush.

"I particularly appreciate the stockings and garter," the Queen puffs from her hookah.

You stick out your left leg and turn the toe to give her a better look. Sara admires your body as well, obviously taken by your sexy lingerie.

"If it's alright with Sara," Bea looks to Mrs. Cleft and then back to you, "why don't you come sit and smoke with me for a bit."

She looks back at Sara.

"I am sure Priya could keep you occupied."

The slim Indian girl smiles and licks her lips.

You look to Sara. There is a split-second of that jealous expression, but she quickly recovers.

"Really," she whispers to you, "whatever you would like to do. I'm sure Priya and I can find, ah, something to talk about."