Masquerade Party

With the next full weekend in October coming quickly, you powwow with Erin to get your narcotics in order and see what the sexy alpha blonde has in store for her girls (and anyone lucky to attend the next festivities.)

"The masquerade used to be our big formal October event," Erin tells you one weekday morning prior to the festivities. "Black tie for the men, ballroom length dresses for the girls, that kind of thing."

Erin herself is donning a mask and an emerald colored evening gown that coils down to the floor. Her simple mask exaggerates the enticing curves of her lips and reinforces her superior genetic structure, her slight chin, her dainty nose, and Erin's sea blue irises blazing underneath the mask. Erin‘s dress is cut so that a quick maneuver casts her athletic and toned legs fully into the open, but the dress is so long that, otherwise, Erin's legs, marvelous thighs, and calves are obscured if she so chooses.

"What happened?" You ask, more eyefucking Erin than anything else. "If it was such a success, why change?"

"It was too tame." Erin yawns. "More like a formal date night: everyone knew everyone, pressure to have a steady boyfriend or girlfriend ahead of time. Very early 20th century. So I decided it could be improved upon…"

Without removing the mask, Erin shrugs her sculpted shoulders free from the dress. The top material falls away, and Aaron is without a bra. Her heavy, yet perky breasts stick out radically, the topless nudity even more accentuated by the full length gown and the salacious tease of her mask. If you didn’t know those tits so well already, you’d be making a beeline over to Erin and falling over yourself to introduce yourself to this hot piece of ass.

"Nowadays, the masquerade is invite-only, and it is a secret to whom the invitations will be extended." Erin tells you, picking up a long-stemmed cocktail glass, thumbing it between her fingers while she walks the room breasts bared. "Invitees receive a black card with simple instructions in their college mailbox- the only time anyone uses those mailboxes nowadays, I might add. They’re instructed not to tell anyone they’re invited (although the boys obviously do), wear a mask, and they have specific arrival times attire recommendations."

The men are instructed to go topless, bowties or necklaces are fine, but no shirt, nice dress pants and shoes. The girls go wild for it, the idea of these anonymous studs all gathered for an exclusive party, and the girls pathetically thinking the men can’t recognize them just because they have a little piece of their faces obscured. That’s why it’s important this party be a sexual hit. It’s almost a foregone conclusion that people will hook up anonymously, and that’s where your **** come in.

"But how do you know who gets invitations and what not?"

Erin sips from the cocktail glass, she is alarmingly alluring in the mask and evening gown, seductively leaning over her coffee table and her breasts swaying in front of you mesmerizingly.

"You know that I go to the gym religiously, but it's not just for my BMI", Erin informs you of the evidence of her immaculate pornostar worthy body. "I give a hand job once a week to the dweeb who runs their security and check-in system: he’s actually got a nice cock for a loser, but he loves for me to humiliate and berate him while I jack his dick and we look at the security footage of the locker rooms. Anyway, I select the best specimens, male and female, and he runs them through the school registry so I know their names, school mailboxes, and anything else I want, if needed."

Oh man, so not only is the general public unaware of who they might meet and hook-up with at the masquerade party, but Erin must gather an entire treasure trove of **** material from knowing everyone’s identity and connecting the dots with their sordid affairs at the party.

"So, ecstasy or Molly let’s save for another day. But that’s really get some people mindfucked on acid for this one. This year we have arranged to send custom masks based off of… Let’s say people‘s interests… And so they not only must present their card at the door, but I'll know who they are based off their mask. I’ve heard there’s types of acid that enhance physical contact and arousal, not that old-fashioned 'open your third eye' hippie shit. Is this true?"

You need to think about this but you know the right variety and dosage of acid will get people both extremely horny and lower their inhibitions. Add in a room of hardbody shirtless jocks and geeked-up college coed beauties, and this might be the party of the year. But you have to do it right...