The ballroom

Upon entering, some of my worst fears were dispelled as the conversation of dreadfully typical. Unsurprisingly, much of it was about the relief over our force's route of the Americans. My father squeezed my arm, and left Cordelia and I alone. I accepted a drink, a fine wine from Normandy. Cordelia quickly turned from anxious to enthusiastic when the dance began. She slipped her mask on and accepted an offer from a very handsome young executive to join him.

I scanned the room, my nervousness palpable. Much to my surprise, I spotted none other than Mr. Drake. I felt a stirring inside of me as I remembered his embrace. He was currently looking quite annoyed as he moved through the groups, attempting to avoid conversation at all cost, something I'd not seen him do. I'd never seen a man who loved to tell stories like he did. During our evening together, he even recounted the tale of escaping a typhoon on a row boat while vigorously sodomizing Cordelia as she pleasured me.

I felt a hand at my lower back. "You really aught to put on your mask, Miss." a deep, manly voice said. I turned to have my vision filled with a stout man wearing a Venetian mask. "These parties would be dreadful without them." I smiled and nodded, slipping my half mask over my face. He curtsied, and let his hand linger on my body for a moment longer before moving along.

The crowd applauded as the musicians finished the upbeat dancing song, and Cordelia left her suitor akwardly hunched over and attempting to, and failing miserably at, hiding his erection. Another girl, also in emerald, quickly took her place, pressing herself tightly to him and began to dance with him as the music resumed. It was then I spied Mr Drake ascending the grand staircase.

"Oh Cordelia, I don't know if I can do it!" I said in a harsh whisper. She laughed, and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her lips were soft, and reassuring.

"Cousin, you seemed to enjoy yourself in the train car and didn't mind anyone watching then, and besides, its not like I didn't plan on taking you tonight anyway, my tongue playing over your body." she said, kissing me again. "Besides, one of the best ways to find a proper suitor is to show them what they'll be getting, and I am of age to wed. Forget about your father, dear. I promise you'll enjoy it." she said, her seduction of me taking hold.

Just then, a warm glob of liquid hit my chest. I looked up to see a man in a mask vigorously mastrubating as he leaned over the rail. I wiped it with my finger, and smelled it. Cordelia laughed as the man waved with his free hand as others patted him on the back.

"What on Earth!?" I exclaimed, scooping the jism from between my breasts. Cordelia, being helpful, licked my finger clean. As she sucked on it, I must admit I did desperately want to be with her if not for my shock.

"Its called Pearling. The boys will be doing it all evening. They mastrubate from the balcony and attempt to hit women's cleavage, hence your mother's insistence on this more revealing attire. If he can score a hit and not soil the dress, he gets a prize. Good thing he has a good aim." she said as another load descended, landing in the hair of a rather distraught reveler instead of on his wife's ample bosom. I couldn't help but laugh as the boys scrambled out of sight.

"Shall we go?" she asked, biting her lip. I looked up the staircase, and sighed. We each took another glass of wine, and ascended. On the balcony itself, things were much as they were below, but it was not politics or crops that were being discussed. One girl in emerald was being led into a side room, which upon looking in was already inhabited by two other couples. Another was giggling as she stroked one of the masked Pearlers, aiming for a woman below as she vigorously pumped it.

A man walked up behind Cordelia and put his arm around her waist. She let her hand fall to his crotch, and patted it before snaking away. When he was gone, she held up her thumb and forefinger indicating he was deficient in size for her liking.

In the central room, I saw him. William Prescott II, the most powerful man in the Empire other than the royal family. He was sitting quietly, sipping his drink as a young man and woman were pleasing each other orally. The room was full of similar couples, their copulations fill the room with the scent of sex and wine. One poor girl was being whipped with a riding crop by a lovely woman in a silver, full faced mask and nothing else. Beside him, a man in a cloak and terrifying mask resembling the Hindu God Shiva was standing, looking in our direction.

I held Cordelia's hand when Sir Prescott motioned for us to approach. My heart was thumping madly as we stepped over rutting couples to get to him. "Ahh. Two more of the finest jewels of Rajah come to set in my crown, for am king of this masquerade. Please, proceed." he said, lighting his pipe. I turned to Cordelia, and blessed her in my mind for making the first move.

She slid her dress down her body to reveal her black garter belt and stockings. Unsurprisingly, she wore no underwear. I stared at her, trying to tune everything else out, as I began to unlace my corset. A masked Hindu servant stepped in quickly to help me, and with little effort, I was disrobed.
Cordelia knew I'd be nervous, and quickly stepped back to me, our breasts crushed together as our hands roamed and lips kissed. I would steal glances over at Prescott, who was very difficult to read.

A sudden heat came over me. I felt like I was going to swoon. I'd felt it before, back in Kingston. It was mild, but the wine we'd been drinking had been fortified by 'Rilla nectar, I was sure of it. As her tongue slid over mine and a pair of hands pulled my underwear down, I embraced her, crushing our lips together desperately. Her smooth hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them as I lay her down.

I grabbed her by ankles, and pressed her legs together and forward, framing her sex with her delicate thighs. Her already exquisite taste was amplified by the situation. No longer tuning out the sounds of the copulation, I was fueled by it, letting myself go as I teased her tiny butthole before returning to her clitoris. She squeeled in delight as I slid my fingers into her, letting her legs fall on either side of my head.

She held me there, bucking her hips and covering my mouth with her juices. It wasn't long before her thighs clamped tightly and her abdomen tensed, her choppy breath stilled as a long, throaty moan erupted from her. I looked up. Sir Prescott was certainly paying attention now.

"Mr Prescott would like a word, miss." One of the servants said, tapping me on the shoulder. Cordelia laughed and released me. I leaned back, wiping her juices from my mouth and licking my fingers, my mind ignited by drink and drug. I walked over to him, the Blush in full control.

"Very impressive Miss. It looks like your friend could use a break. I'd like to see you perform again, however." he said. That wasn't part of the plan. I took another glass of wine from the table, and began to drink, being bumped into by a man walking upright with a woman's legs wrapped around his face like a backwards saddle.

"Oh? What would you like to see?" I asked, draining the glass to harden my resolve to get through this awkward situation.