Jessica is a party girl

„Th- thank you! The rest is for you!” Jessica said with a smile, her stomach quivering with nervousness as she slid out of the backseat of the cab, slipping the driver a 50-dollar-note.

The New York wind wafted along her bare shins as she stepped upon the sidewalk, bringing her current state of dress to the forefront of her mind. Swallowing hard to battle her nerves, Jessica absently tightened the belt of her elegant black coat as she began walking.

Just in case, she had told the cabbie to drop her off about a block away from the club, setting out to walk the rest of the way. Glancing back over her shoulder she caught the driver take in the sight of her swaying ass. He realized he had been caught and, giving her an apologizing smile he pulled away from the curb to take off.

Watching him disappear, Jessica pulled a big pair of sunglasses out of her pocket, put them on and made her way towards the address she had found on the internet.

As soon as she had entered her hotel room she had looked the party up on her phone. The “Mansion Sauna Club” was located in a big old house at the outer reaches of an industrial area, away from the biggest turmoil of the city. She had found pictures and from the looks of it, while the “Mansion” was a bit shopworn from the outside, the interior was tastefully designed. It derived its name from the basement, where a big sauna area had been set up, but from what Jessica could gather, the party would focus on the floor above, which was furnished in a 50’s style Gentlemen’s bar, noble and elegant.

The website had explicitly stated that the club carried a standard of visual appearance, declaring the right to refuse guests in case their outer appearance did not match their ideals. The formulation was not overly specific, but Jessica concluded that she could at least expect a modicum of decent looking people once she arrived.

Pulling out her phone, she quickly checked GoogleMaps to assure herself that she was on the right path. The area was not exactly deserted, she didn’t think there was such a place in New York at any time of day, but cars and pedestrians were sparse, giving the dark area a ghostly feel that made her queasy stomach feel even worse.

Finding the right address, Alba almost gasped a sigh of relief as she quickly climbed the weather-worn, stone steps that led to the entrance door of a huge, ugly, old building, which looked completely inconspicuous from the outside, but she could see a light through the entrance door and before she could even look for a button to ring a bell, the door opened and a gorgeous-looking red-haired lady in a form-fitting, black cocktail-dress opened the door.

The upper part of her face was hidden behind a golden, venetian mask, which was embroidered with all kinds of dainty details, leaving the lower part of her face bare, a wide, painted-red smile.

“Well, hello there, darling!” the woman’s voice was smoky. Jessica guessed she must have been in her forties, an absolute bombshell. Her flimsy dress showed off her curves, displaying a mouth-watering amount of cleavage and she moved with a stunning grace, an aura of confidence.

Realizing that she was staring at the woman, Jessica blushed slightly. God, she was nervous! She could hardly remember ever being so on edge. Her mouth was dry as she tried to speak and she had to clear her throat.

“H-hello!” Fuck, was it just her mind or was she really sounding this pathetic? “I… I am here for the party?!”

Her stuttering caused Jessica’s blush to deepen and she hoped that her big sunglasses covered that at least partially. God, this was nerve-wrecking.

“Oh, that is great!” The woman’s smile was warm and friendly, but at the same time the self-assuredness she displayed made Jessica feel even smaller. “Is this your first time with us?”

Not wanting to hear her own, shaky voice again, Jessica just nodded, her tummy in knots. Immediately she regretted her decision, feeling even worse about herself.

The red-haired hostess stepped aside with the warm smile. “Well, everyone’s nervous the first time. Come on in!” Obeying the invitation, Jessica was extremely aware of how the woman’s eyes took her in. Her buttocks inadvertently flexed as she felt the redhead’s gaze when she closed the door behind her.

She was inside. At a swinger party. Here to get fucked! The realization triggered another burst of adrenaline and the actress felt her body shiver in nervousness. Turning to face the hostess, she found the woman smiling at her. That warm smile. But underneath, Jessica could sense something else. Something that made her feel like a doe in headlights.

“Do you need a mask?”

“Yes, please!” Jessica **** herself to speak.

The woman reached over to a small table next to the entrance door and grabbed a mask from a small pile, handing it to Jessica. It was similar to the one the hostess wore, just black instead of gold. A lacy, thin piece of fabric that would cover the region around her eyes to disguise her identity. The only thing that could keep everyone from knowing who she was.

“Behind that door are the changing rooms!” the woman pointed. “There are lockers in there to keep your personal belongings… Remember, you can’t take your phone! We don’t want anyone to be filmed without their consent! If you want to document your fun, there are possibilities of that, just ask… The party is over there!”

Jessica followed the direction the woman pointed at to see a pair of big, heavy oak doors that looked right in place with the theme of the location that Jessica had seen on the internet. “Okay!”

“Now go get changed and then go have some fun!”

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Jessica could feel her heart pound in her chest as she stood in front of the changing room mirror. She could not remember ever being so nervous. While her jobs regularly demanded that she would do things that made her uncomfortable in one way or another, this was entirely different.

She had always been very strict, almost famous, with her no-nudity-attitude. She was aware that people liked looking at her, but she had decided that there was a limit on what she allowed them to see. Being naked made her feel ****. Yet, now a number of people would get to see her naked if she went through with this. And they would not just see her breasts, like in some classy photoshoot. No, they would see everything! They would see her tits, they would see her cunt, they would probably get some good looks of even her asshole! A multitude of strangers would get to see her asshole!

The lewd thought made Jessica’s throat tighten, her tummy knot up, but at the same time she felt her pussy moisten. The thought, while terrifying, was a huge turn-on as well. In fact, the sexual excitement she felt, the thought of getting fucked by a random stranger, made her push through her nerves. She would get herself some dick!

Putting on the finishing touches with her sensual, dark red lipstick, Jessica straightened and tossed the stick back into her make-up bag before stepping back and giving herself a once-over. God, if anyone would recognize her and get a picture of her like this it would be a disaster.

The website had declared the dresscode to tonight’s party and had made it clear that there would be no room for anyone not ready for this. Lingerie. Women would attend in lingerie.

On one hand, this was a good thing: underwear was something she had in her suitcase. Had the dress-requirements been more exotic (and not demanded business attire or workout gear) Jessica would have been stumped. Now, she wore a matching set of black, lacy lingerie. The bra, a revealing half-cup that was all but see-through, pushed her big, soft breasts up and together, creating a delicious, deep display of cleavage. Her tits had grown with motherhood and Jessica could not help but be proud of the results.

Her eyes travelled down over her trim stomach down to her panties and she blushed a little bit as she once again realized how small they were. It wasn’t like she had packed a huge amount of alternatives for this trip, so she had been kind of stuck with the one matching set she brought. The lacy bottoms were cut about as tight as they could be. Similar to the bra, they were almost see through, inviting a second, closer look and just barely hiding Jessica’s small, delicate slit. However, due to their tightness, that effect was almost completely for naught, as not only they clung to her sex, following her groove and displaying the outlines of her pussy in a devilish cameltoe, but the strip of fabric was also so narrow that it revealed a good third of her smooth cunt lips on either side.

The back was no better as the strap of her thong was so thin it literally disappeared between the cheeks of her ass. Turning around, Jessica gulped as the entirety of her ass was on display. She bent over slightly and her eyes widened when her firm buttocks splayed from the pose and she realized that the small string did not even cover her tightly clenched asshole! In fact, a good portion of her wrinkled, brown sphincter was visible on either side. She had always considered this set as sexy but practical as it would not show lines beneath even tight skirts, but now that she would step in front of people she realized just how slutty it looked! It looked like something a porn star would wear!

Her choices of footwear had been similarly limited. In fact, once her running shoes and a pair of sneakers were taken away, she had the choice between her stylish business pumps and a pair of black, overknee-length leather boots. While the pumps were cute and professional at the same time, they were also dark blue, disrupting the color scheme of the rest of her “outfit”, so now Jessica wore high-heeled, shiny black leather boots.

Originally she had taken them in case she would have had time for a paparazzi stroll, giving them something eye-catching while not revealing anything. Paired with jeans, like she had intended, the boots would have looked sexy, with three inch heels and some shiny, polished buckles at the side. Now, in combination with tight, sexy underwear, they looked slutty.

“I look like a whore!” Jessica murmured to herself, feeling slutty and sexy at the same time. If it was not okay to look like a whore tonight, when was the time then?

Nonetheless, when she looked back at the reflection on her face, she could see the nervousness in her own eyes behind the black, lacy mask. Coincidentally, the borrowed mask fit her lingerie perfectly, the style of the lace very similar. It looked dangerously thin though and some small voice in the back of Jessica’s head doubted that it would be enough to disguise her identity.

With her lips painted a sinfully dark shade of red and her brunette hair tied back into a French braid that fell over her left shoulder, Jessica like what she saw very much. She was just a bit freaked out by how much she saw.

“Fuck it, let’s do this!” Throwing her make-up back into her chosen locker to the rest of her stuff, she quickly locked it with a self-chosen combination before she turned to leave. One last glance in the mirror, one last, deep, calming breath and Jessica was out of the door.

On her way through the lobby, Jessica gave the red-haired hostess a quick, nervous smile before she turned towards the oak doors. She could hear jazz music from the other side. Her heart racing, Jessica grabbed the door knob.

“Excuse me!”

Jessica froze as she heard the hostess’ voice calling out from behind her, her hand clasped around the knob. Some primal, ludicrous instinct yelled at her to run, just run away. Instead, Jessica slowly turned around.

“Y-yeah?!” she asked. Damned, her voice shook again!

The redhead approached her, a smile on her face, but a stern look in her eyes. “You can’t go in there like that.”

Jessica’s heart skipped a beat. “What do y-you mean?” God, her voice sounded squeaky.

The hostess smiled and pointed at Jessica’s chest. “The bra. Take it off!”

“What? No!” Jessica protested, her arms inadvertently coming up to protect her breasts. “Why?”

“It’s the dresscode!”

“No, dresscode is lingerie!” Jessica insisted, feeling panic in her voice.

“No, I’m sorry,” the woman smiled as she calmly explained, “The rule is that only panties or boxers are allowed. Those boots are fine. Very nice by the way! But you can’t wear a bra!”

“Ohmygod!” Jessica thought, staring wide-eyed at the other woman as she realized that even as exposed as she was, she’d have to bare even more! Swallowing hard, Jessica’s arms reached behind her back and she unhooked her bra, quickly slipping it down her arms.

The redhead’s smile turned a bit more predatory as Jessica’s breasts were released from their constraints. They sagged the tiniest bit without the support due to their size, but still were amazingly firm, capped with dime-sized, hazel-colored areolas and small, stiffening nipples. Reaching out, she snapped the bra from Jessica’s hands.

“I will keep this for you!” she declared before nodding towards the door, “Now go have fun!”

She watched as Jessica meekly turned and opened the door, a smirk spreading as she admired the skimpy thong that did nothing to cover the Latina’s firm bubble butt. This hot, little whore was in for the night of her life…

As Jessica pushed the door open and entered the party she was painfully aware how her bare tits jiggled with each of her steps, just how exposed she was to anyone looking her way…