To the party!

Frank took his dishes downstairs and poured a short drink, relaxing with a magazine as he waited for time to pass. He wasn't certain what would happen at the party, but he was pretty sure it would be full of surprises, both expected and unexpected.

After a while he made a large batch of dosed lemonade, pouring it into a thermos cooler. He prepared a few bottles of the drug, small enough to be concealed in a hand, and ready to dose anything that looked promising.

He showered and dressed, putting on a loose cotton shirt and pants. He didn't care much for swimming, but he put a pair of trunks in a small bag to take with him. It was 2:30, half an hour after the official start time of the party. A good time to arrive, he thought. Not too early, but early enough to influence events. Picking up his stuff, he grinned as he left the house, strolling up the street to the Scott's, whistling softly.

As he neared, he noticed a large sign on the driveway, directing partygoers around the back. He could hear music and laughter, and felt his cock give a twitch of eagerness. His grin widened as he followed the path around the house and through a gate into a large landscaped yard dominated by a pool. He looked around, orienting himself and checking who was there before anyone noticed his arrival.

Before he had much of a chance to look around, he was hugged fiercely.

"You're here! Perfect!" Natalie said, lifting her head up to be kissed. "Come in and make yourself at home. Let me introduce you to my husband."

"David, this is Frank our new neighbour. Frank, my husband David." the men shook hands and exchanged greetings while Natalie stood between them, a hand gently resting on each arm as she told Frank where things could be found. She smiled happily when Frank gave her the thermos of lemonade, and took it away to give to someone who looked like they were a caterer.

"I understand you're retired," David said.

"That's right. I was in investment banking up north."

"Came down here to get away from the winters," David laughed. "Certainly the place to do it. Natalie says you're an interesting man. Would you like a drink? There's some punch, two kinds on alcoholic and one virgin, or I can get you something stronger."

"A whiskey if you have it," Frank smiled. David nodded and disappeared, while Frank made his way to the table laid out with snacks and two large punchbowls. Seeing no one watching, he quickly dosed both bowls before David returned with drinks.

"Have you met everybody?"

"I've met a lot of people since I moved in. Seems like a friendly neighborhood."

"It can be. Lot's of fine trim too," he chuckled nodding at the other guests. "A few of them shouldn't have bothered with swimsuits for all they're covering. Look at that Cornell woman." He nodded to where Vanessa was making a show of adjusting her bikini.

"Her husband travels a lot on business. She looks like a girl who's seriously underfucked, if you know what I mean. And her friend Holly there. Trophy wife, probably hasn't fucked her husband since her wedding night. If then."

"Are you two lechers commenting on Mrs. Bryant?" Natalie said archly, joining them. "Our own daughter seems determined to put on a show of her own."

"Jesus Christ, you let her wear that?" David growled.

"It's a matter of picking battles with Tara, you know that dear. Feel free to go reason with her if you think your paternal influence will work." She sighed as David strode towards his daughter, and turned to Frank with a soft giggle. "Hopefully she won't cause too much of a scene, or I might ask you to discipline her. I think she likes that."

"She seemed to."

"Mmmm...I've liked the special attention you can bring to certain matters." She glanced around the party, surveying the flesh on display.

"Tell me Frank, have you fucked every woman on the street?"