The Weekly Bacchanal of the Lipstick Fraternity

True to his codename, Green was applying neon-green lipstick on his lips that matched the dye in his hair. He had stripped down in nothing but a pair of black stockings, worn and full of holes from overuse, and a pair of black panties that hugged his waist.

He felt a pair of hands wrap around his waist.

"Hey sexy."

Crimson was in nothing but a garterbelt, stockings and a black skirt without underwear, Green feeling his erection rub against his back. His ginger hair was tied back in a ponytail and he wore red lipstick.

"Hey yourself."

"I was worried you weren't going to show. You didn't seem into it last week." He kissed Green's shoulder, leaving a lip-shaped red smudge on his pale skin.

"Naw. I had to spend 'family night' with my dad. Now that that's over with, I'm rearing to go."

"Oh I hope so."

Crimson's hand, his nails painted in black polish, gently cupped Green's crotch through his underwear and rubbed through Green's underwear, which was growing tighter and tighter.

"Easy there. Don't want to spoil your appetite."

Crimson wrapped his arms around Green's as he escorted him to the lobby.

The location they rented out every week was beautifully decorated, done in a dark red and gold ensemble to keep the lustful vibes flowing. It was a penthouse in the French Quarter of New Orleans, one of the participants of their get-together rich enough to not only own real-estate in the French quarter, but being able to afford to throw weekly orgies there without worrying about the mess.

Most of the club was already there. Their weekly meeting of the annual "Lipstick Fraternity" had begun. It was a pretentious name, but that was a part of the fun, named after their trademark use of lipstick for every member and to add mystique to their gatherings.

Everyone was in varying state of undress, wearing the sexiest outfits and exposing tattoos and piercings.

Yellow, Violet and Lavender were standing in a row as Pink, Brown and Silver were on their hands and knees giving them head.

Gold was reclining on a fainting couch with Orange laying atop him, Orange sucking his cock while Gold's tongue probbed his butt.

Black and White seemed to run out of patience and the latter was barebacking the former, Black gripping the back of a couch, black lipstick stained white with cum, as White fucking his olive-colored ass.

One of the rules of their gathering, after Rules 1 and 2 ("You do not talk about Fuck Club"), 3 ("No kissing on the lips"), and 4 ("No means no in this house.") was rule 5, which read "No using your real name." Everyone was assigned a colored lipstick and everyone had to call each other by their color. Even if they knew who they were outside of their weekly gatherings, this rule still applied during "meetings".

Anonymous sex was what kept their little group going. No use bringing their personal drama into all of it. Or outing their little club to prudes who had something to say.