The wrong party

Tara

“I got the place booked,” Jenna beamed. The Hilltop house was a highly sought after place to book events at, and her Christmas party was going to be there this year. She was an extravagant friend who loved throwing parties.

I push my glasses back up my nose. “That’s amazing,” I try to show my enthusiasm, although Christmas parties were never a big thing for me. I’d sit in the corner, have a few drinks, then go home alone. Yes, it was an amazing party for me. As long as none of the twats try the mistletoe trick, I’ll be fine.

Alone. That was me. Single and boring. I did well for myself, have a lovely two bed house, and two cats to keep me company. Yeah, I’m the cat lady in the office. The joke is on me as I’d rather be around them instead of going out and partying hard every weekend with girlfriends. I didn’t understand the need to spend copious amounts of money on drinks. Get to where you couldn’t stand, then spend the rest of the weekend recovering.

I’m in the office as Jenna adds the finishing preparations to her party. What the dress code was. This year she opted for red and white. Wonderful, how many Santas’ will turn up? “It’s going to be so much fun.” She claps her hands. At 40, she is lucky she has a rich husband who allows her to do this.

“It’s snowing,” one of the slightly younger girls became excited.

I love the snow. The light fluffy kind, not the wet chill you to the bone kinda snow. The forecast repeats the warnings of heavy snowfall coming. I take a deep breath and finish up my day.

The weekend hits too fast for my liking. I prepare myself for the Christmas party. This one, at least, will be better than the office Christmas party we had last night. I lasted a whole hour before I left, and I don’t think anyone noticed me missing. Red and white, that was the theme. “I look like a fucking candy cane.” My long red and white stockings keep my legs warm, but the female santa outfit I ordered online was not what came. This one made my boobs pop out and my butt cheeks show. “Damn you internet. I can’t wear this.” I huff at my cats, who put their heads back down and snuggle up. Before I leave, I top up their food and water and debate about changing. My phone buzzes, telling me my cab ride is here.

Snow falls heavily, and the streets I once knew look totally different. The cab driver pulls up to the address. I squint my eyes, trying to make out the name of the house. “Is this the right place?” I asked the driver.

“Yes madam, Top Hill House.” He says, and I press my fingers against my temples.

“I’m sure it was Hill Top House on the invite.” My stomach did a silly twist. I’d never been here before, so I had no clue what it looked like.

“This is the address you gave, madam.” He brings up the message on his phone screen.

“Okay,” I hand him cash, and step out into the snowstorm. Colored lights glow behind closed curtains, and music plays as I approach the door. There are several parked vehicles in the driveway, so at least this is the right place. It has to be the right party… right?

Well, the next moment, I step through the outside door and into the grand porch. Coats hang around me, and a strange sensation came over me as I pushed the inside door open. I stand with my mouth hanging open. What the fuck? A guy walks past and pauses at me. He has a black leather mask over his face and a black leather garment holds his penis in. His butt cheeks are on show, though. My heart does a flip at how sexy his body is, and behind the mask, piercing blue eyes stare at me.

“Erm…” My tongue gets caught.

“What do we have here?” His rough, deep voice makes me shiver with desire. “Is your name on the list?” He reaches past me and opens up an iPad. His body smells divine as he stands close to me. “Name?”

“Tara, but I think I might be at the wrong party.” I bite my lip with embarrassment.

“Well, Tara, you can be my guest tonight if you wish to stay?” He brushes his fingers down my coat and pops it open. My heart is hammering in my chest and I think I’m going to pee my panties. He smiles and places the iPad down, then with two hands removes my coat. “I don’t think you need that in here.” He sucks in a breath. “Oh, you are most definitely at the wrong party, but… I might have something to help you fit in.” He winks and takes my hand after hanging up my coat.

The heat inside is tropical inside. I gulp as he takes me into a room and closes the door. Soft moans fill the room and the dark red glow highlights bodies. If I thought I was hot before. I’m freaking scorching now.

“Now don’t be shy,” he whispers next to my ear. He pulled the zip on the back of my dress down and I think I’m about to pass out. “I’m just helping you fit in.” Next, his fingers brush over my skin and he hums. “Mm, I hope the underwear is as hot as your body?” A hot tongue licks up my neck. “Here, this is so you don’t show your entire face.” He secures a mask over my eyes. “I always have spares just in case someone breaks theirs. It happens sometimes when play gets rough.”

“Where am I?” I whisper.

“A sex party. Most come with partners, or in a group. Some are elite members and come on their own, but no one gets left out. If someone makes eye contact with you and you hold it for longer than three seconds without a subtle no, it lets them know you want them.” His thumb brushes over the material of my bra.

“Who are you then? Do you have a partner here?” What the hell am I doing? I should run in the opposite direction, not feeling sexy and that I want this stranger to do wicked things to me.

“It is your lucky night. I am the owner.” He grasps my hips and presses his erection against me. “Are you going to run away or stay and enjoy this party?”