A catalogue of vices

"That's Lady Francine, with her pussycat…" Suzy whispered, pointing out an elegantly dressed lady with razor-sharp eyebrows and a thousand-mile stare. She was seated on one of the couches with another woman lounging across her lap, wearing nothing but long, black gloves and stockings. Both looked distinctly feline, though the pointed ears and thin, swishing tail told which was the pet and which the mistress. Suzy sighed longingly at the obvious, view-commanding grace both simply exuded from every pore.

"They give me hints on Parisian fashion sometimes, when they visit… They even told me they sometimes switch which gets to play the pussycat at parties! Though that might have been a joke…"

The hosting femboy had been surreptitiously introducing his father's gathered acquaintances to Jesse while the two of them were tucked away in a corner, clearly expected to just smile and look pretty as part of the furnishings until dinner was ready. The sissy who had clambered out of Home 23 that morning was feeling more and more out of depth in these surroundings. The colourful experiments his friend had settled on for his hair and makeup just making him feel more self-conscious and clown-like. He listened intently to all this insider knowledge about the rich and eccentric characters though, both fascinated and determined to remember every name.

"That's Father Barlow, with his wife and sister. They're very religious, part of some sect where wives aren't supposed to see or speak to anyone else… Don't be surprised if she comes up and touches you a bit though… that's just how she gets to know you."

Jesse was slightly confused, as there seemed to be only one woman upon the arm of the indicated pastor. Though it did now explain the red, silk blindfold she was wearing, which seemed to tie completely in with her open, flowing robe and the tightly strapped ball-gag in her mouth. He watched intrigued as she moved through the crowd, spare hand reaching out to brush delicately at crotch level… as if that was how she recognised each figure she passed.

But Suzy had already moved on, picking out a group of three younger-looking ladies talking to Uncle Larry. Each had a shock of bright-red hair, tied up in some flamboyant arrangement clearly purposeful to define one from the others. For, in facial features, they were near inseparable… each freckled, grinning and green-eyed. Each wore some variation on a pair of loose, slitted pantaloons with very little to hide their pantiless crotches… The reason behind this becoming immediately clear as they passed the leashed head of a bare-chested man between them. With his hands tied behind his back, this muscled beauty seemed to spend his life upon his knees, being ever shrewdly fought over by the three triplets. They constantly ground themselves against his face, even mid-conversation… ceasing only when one of the other two snatched his attentions back away. The game seeming to be how close each could leave their sister’s to climax, before causing them to stumble infuriatingly frustrated upon the cusp.

“Ughh… The Beverly Sisters…” Was all Suzy seemed to want to say about them. Though the femboy’s eyes lingered on their half-naked plaything for more than a moment. He got sidetracked by greeting a couple of other guests, leaving Jesse a little time to scan the room for any other interesting caricatures.

One slim, slick-haired individual seemed to be skulking in the opposite corner of the drawing room, looking as uncomfortable to be there as the sissy felt. Even as Jesse noticed him, the young man seemed to have been staring back at him as well. Causing a familiar, embarrassed blush to spread across the effeminate thing’s cheeks. The stranger immediately pulled a small, actual-paper notebook out of his inner suit pocket and began scribbling something, which again made Jesse feel nothing if not more awkward.

“And who is that?” He carefully motioned to Suzy, as soon as he could… almost not wanting to know what manner of pervert he might have already attracted the attention of.

“Oh… Doctor Pietre?” Offered his distracted friend. “I… don’t actually know much about him. Daddy says he’s one of those few people who are actually smart enough to work on the algorithm… They actually have to plug themselves into it, to be able to understand how complex it all is and what any changes might affect. So, they tend to all end up a bit… strange… That’s what he told me, anyways.”

The ringing of a loud bell drew them away from any further discussion, as the call through to the dining room was made. Jesse watched the thin man continue scribbling until everyone else had left, only moving toward the door once all murmuring conversation had been ushered on.