Meet the hosts.

The two of them entered into the room. Andrea heard the door close shut behind them, the silence made the click echo throughout the room. Andrea’s skin tingled as she felt a hundred eyes crawl over her body. She felt as if every one in the room was watching her. They were! The room quickly filled with the clamor of people talking, as everyone resumed their conversations.

Joe leaned in and whispered into Andrea’s ear, his hot breath tickled her lobes and her neck. “Do not say anything unless I tell you to. You may nod, or shake your head, but do not speak. If you do so, you will have to be punished in front of everyone! Don’t embarrass me.”

Andrea’s mind was whirling with the flood of emotions attacking her simultaneously. Her curiosity was still piqued, wondering who the people in the room were. She could hear many men talking, and heard an occasional woman’s voice speak up every now and then. Her skin still crawled with the eerie feeling that people were still staring at her. She tingled with sexual anticipation thanks to Joe’s tantalizing finger that traced dangerously close to her nipples. His hot breath raised bumps along her neck. She could feel her face flush with her arousal. It had been so long since Joe had attended to her needs. Joe’s order for her to remain quiet confused her, yet she had come to learn to obey. She worried about being ‘punished’ in front of everyone. Did that mean he would spank her? Would he do something worse? She had to control herself so as to not embarrass Joe. It was hard for her to concentrate with so many thoughts flying through her head.

With her arm wrapped around Joe’s, Andrea was lead into the crowd. She listened in as Joe was offered a glass of champagne. Joe accepted the glass, complementing the waitress on the way she looked. Andrea was somewhat offended that she was not offered any. She was about to ask Joe why she didn’t get any, and suddenly remembered to not talk. She resumed concentrating on her surroundings. A gentleman with a deep voice approached the two of them, “Welcome, good to see you.” Joe shook his hand. Joe responded in kind, thanking the gentleman for his invitation, and then complemented the lady standing next to him. “You look spectacular tonight,” he said.

Andrea felt their presence as the two gentlemen shook hands. She could smell the sweet smell of musk emanating from the stranger in front of her. She also noticed the aromatic bouquet of perfume coming from the woman standing nearby. Even though the woman was complemented, Andrea quickly noticed that she did not respond vocally. She wondered if the lady too was blindfolded. Andrea then felt her hand enveloped by a large, strong hand and pulled forward. “Lady, it is a pleasure to meet such beauty,” the deep, bass voice resonated in her head. She then felt a set of lips gently caress the back of her hand, placing a kiss just above her knuckles. Andrea felt a shiver run up her spine as the electricity coursed through her body, puckering her nipples into tight buds. She quickly wondered if they were visible through her gown. The perfumed scent grew stronger as Andrea felt herself enveloped by the woman. She gave Andrea a cursory peck on each cheek before retreating. Andrea could feel her own breasts pressed against the other woman’s as they hugged. She surmised that they were probably of the same height and build. Andrea also realized that she must have not been wearing a blindfold, since her kisses were placed without error.

Andrea wanted to cry out. She wanted to see the perfect gentleman standing in front of her. Why was she wearing a blindfold? Why wasn’t the other lady wearing one? Who were these people? Why had the simple kiss excited her so much? Why did she have to remain quiet? She wanted to thank the gentleman. She wanted to see the ladies Joe was complementing. What were they wearing? Why had the other lady not spoken, but the waitress did? Andrea’s mind was pleading for answers.