An invite

You stretch your arms out as you yawn and walk down the stairs in the estate. You had slept well and it's still quite early in the morning. It's that time in the morning when most of the women in the estate are hurrying about, with many of them rushing out the door to their day to day lives, and you get a few pecks on the cheek and good mornings along the way.

You see that the study is open and you head in there to find Abby sitting in there, sorting through mail and putting the letters into different piles. It's quite a bit of mail and you guess that's what happens when there are so many people living at the estate. She looks up when you enter the study.

"How was the event last night? I saw some pictures online. You looked good," Abby remarks.

"It was... okay. I'm still getting used to these kinds of things," you respond..

Abby shrugs and returns to her task. You're about to leave her to it when you notice a black envelope that she's set aside.

"What's that?" you ask out of curiosity, pointing at the envelope.

She picks it up. It's already opened and she must have already read it. "It's an invitation to a masquerade party tonight."

"Oh, that sounds fun."

"It's... interesting."

"Sounds like you know about it?"

"Nigel told me about it. He went once a few years ago, before I was here. They have these a few times a year, often on a cruise ship."

"Just once?" you ask. Now your interest in peaked although Abby seems indifferent to the party.

"It's basically a big swingers' party. Only men are invited and they must bring a female companion. Once they're on the ship, men are free to do whatever they want, mingle, drink, fuck. And the women have to do whatever any man wants."

"Sounds fun."

Abby shrugs again. "If you're a man. Nigel didn't like the girls here who had a contract with him to be with other men."

"Oh? Who did he bring?" you ask.

"I don't know. Whoever it was, she's not here anymore. It was before my time with Nigel."

"Hmm..." you say, rubbing your chin as you take the invitation from Abby and read it. It's a simple invite with the location of where the cruise ship will be docked tonight. It's not addressed to Nigel, but it does have a bar code that can be scanned.

"You want to go, don't you?" Abby says.

You smile. "Like I said, it sounds fun."

"Maybe 1 of the girls might be interested..." Abby says. She certainly doesn't sound like she wants to go.