A welcome to the neighborhood costume party.

“Girls, we’re going to have a costume party to get to know our new neighbors!” you announce, and the girls squeal in excitement at the idea.

“I want you all to go to a kinky lingerie shop and buy a couple-dozen fetish costumes,” you tell them. “Put it all on Amanda’s credit cards. Then buy all the beer and hard liquor you can fit in the car.”

“Aren’t you coming with us, Master?” asks Gillian, pouting.

“No, Gillian! I have to invite all the neighbors!” you say. “At least the good-looking ones.”

The girls giggle, kiss you good bye, and leave. Time to go meet the neighbors.

You stroll outside, feeling like you’re king of the world. This is a much nicer neighborhood than you’ve ever lived in before. You hope that the owners look as nice as the houses. You choose the house on the left first and find a well-dressed but far-too-old woman. You introduce yourself, explain that you’re having a party, and then tell her not to be bothered by any noises. She assures you that she won’t mind at all and welcomes you to the neighborhood.

You go on to the next house and hit the jackpot. The woman who answers is a stunning red-head in her early forties who is wearing a white tennis outfit and glistening with sweat as if she just finished playing. She doesn’t look very happy to see you, but you’re sure you can change that.

“Hi! I’m Simon and I just bought the house two doors up,” you say.

“Bully for you,” she says sarcastically. “And this matters to me why?”

“I just thought I would get to know the neighbors,” you say, focusing your will. “It’s important to be friendly to your neighbors, right?”

Her haughty attitude wavers.

“Well, yes…yes of course it is…” she says. “I’m Mrs. King. Mrs. Elizabeth King.”

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. King,” you say, holding out your hand, which she reluctantly takes. “You don’t mind if I call you Elizabeth, right?”

“Oh, um, No!” she says, her cool hand trembling in yours. “No, of course not. It’s important to be friendly.”

“And we’re going to be great friends,” you assure her. “In fact, you don’t mind if I call you Lizzy! After all, we’re very, very good friends and you want us to be very, very close!”

She titters nervously and agrees.

“Who was at the door, Mom?” says a voice from behind ‘Lizzy’. “Oh, sorry! You’re still here!”

The woman who calls Lizzy Mom is either adopted or her father is much darker than her mother. She looks like she stepped right out of India, with long, thick, silky black hair tied back in a ponytail and wearing a white tennis outfit identical to her mother’s. She looks like she’s about 19 and has an hourglass figure even in a sports bra.

“Suri, this is Simon!” the red-head introduces enthusiastically. “He’s our new neighbor!”

Suri looks curiously at her mom, unaccustomed to such friendliness with a stranger.

“Nice to meet you,” you say, taking your hand from Lizzy and extending it to her daughter, which she takes reluctantly. “I was just explaining to your mom how good it is to have a friendly relationship with your neighbors! You want to have friendly relations with your neighbors, right Suri?”

She scrunches up her face, her cute nose wrinkling. She seems to have a stronger will than her mother.

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” she says, starting to pull her hand back.

“No really, Suri,” you insist. “You need to be friendly and you need to do what Simon says.”

“What’s going on here?” she asks.

“You need to be friendly, Suri!” her mother encourages.

“Yes, Suri,” you say. “This is all perfectly normal. You’re a friendly girl who wants to be friendly to your new neighbor.”

“I…I want to be friendly…” she agrees, her will crumbling.

“That’s right, Suri!” you praise. “Now give me a friendly kiss.”

She only hesitates for a second, then plants a warm, open-mouthed kiss on you. Her mother is a little upset by this, though she doesn’t say anything, for fear it wouldn’t be friendly. You can tell, though, so you assure her that it is perfectly all right and that she is proud of how friendly he daughter is acting.

Your cock is proud of her as well. Proud of them both. But you do have a lot of neighbors to meet. Do you get to know these two better or invite them to the party and and move on?