The next night

Jasmine came around after dinner the next night. She knocked on the door shortly after seven-thirty. George opened the door a few moments later. “Wow, Jasmine, you changed after work.”

Jasmine smiled, “Well, you need to know what you are getting into, don’t you?”

George let her inside and closed the door. “Jasmine, good to see you,” Abbey said, stepping forward and giving her a big hug. “You look incredible.”

Jasmine gave a joking curtsy, “Thank you.”

George pulled out a seat for Jasmine before sitting himself. Abbey poured some wine, “I think I’m going to need this to stabilise my nerves.”

Jasmine laughed, “You have nothing to be nervous about. The people in the club will love you guys, and if you don’t want to do anything, you don’t have to.”

Abbey took a big drink. “So, tell us everything.”

Jasmine smiled, “Well, everyone is lovely. Everyone gets checked regularly for STDs. We have to wear masks and no one, except the person who invited you, will know your name. So we kind of have to make a bit of an identity for you two tonight.”

George and Abbey looked at each other, “Identity?” George asked.

“Well, no one will know your name, so your mask kind of help give you a name and an identity,” Jasmine explained.

“What’s yours?” George asked his assistant.

Jasmine went to her handbag and pulled out a silvery-filigree mask with a silver ribbon strap and comb tines at the top. “Hold this,” she said.” George took the mask as Jasmine tied her hair back in a tight ponytail, then she took the mask and slid the combs into her hair and tied it in place. It covered from her hairline down to the bridge of her nose. The bottom went to her cheekbones. The entire thing was fine powdery metal shimmered but was cut in elaborate filigree designs, which let her dark skin show through the gaps. It was finished with several short chains on which hung crystals.

“Meet Silver,” she said.

“Wow, that’s incredible,” Abbey noted. “So you just wear that?”

Jasmine shook her head, “No, that’s one of the rules, except when you are actually having sex, you should be wearing something. Most people don’t wear much,” as she was speaking, she reached behind her and unzipped her dress. “I wear this.” She dropped her dress, and both Abbey and George was surprised to see she was wearing virtually nothing else. Around her waist, she had a belt that ran from the tops of her hips down to the top of her neatly trimmed bush, from it hung loops of silver chain which draped over her thighs. She also had a top piece, a silver chain collar with a long lead hanging down to her sternum. More draped chains went above and beneath her breasts. In each nipple, she had a single silver piercing.

George cleared his throat as he blushed. “You would see it Saturday night anyway,” Jasmine explained. “So, George you can probably just wear some boxers, but try and show up in a nice suit. Your black one with the satin trim would work well. And Abbey I don’t wear bras and panties to these events because it’s a little annoying taking them off and putting them back on, so that’s why I wear this. Wear whatever makes you feel comfortable, but do you think you have something nice which we can then match a mask too?”

Abbey nodded, “I think so, yes.”

“Cool, well, you two get changes while I pull out some mask options for you to look at,” Jasmine told them.

“What, now? Just strip?” George asked.

Jasmine smiled, “Would you rather it be a surprise for me come Saturday?” she asked.

Abbey giggled as George blushed even more.