Chapter 1. The Invitation
This had to be the strangest party invitation I’d ever received.
And the most titillating.
It was from my friend Madison, and the subject heading simply read Parlor Game:
You are cordially invited to a special party at Madison’s house, Saturday, June 15, at 9:00 p.m. sharp. Dress code is optional. It’s a sit-down affair, but I assure you it will be anything but boring. Be prepared to be entertained like you’ve never been before. Come alone, but come often!
Mad
P.S.: There will be special arrival procedures. Text me five minutes before you get to the door. Please be punctual because the game cannot be interrupted once started. RSVP by Friday, 6:00 p.m.
WTF? I thought upon first reading the invitation. What kind of parlor game is ‘dress code optional’? Did that mean we were free to wear whatever we wanted, or did it mean we were meant to wear no clothing at all? And why couldn’t I bring a date?
But I liked the come often idea.
What was Madison up to this time? I knew she had a kinky side, but I had no idea what she had planned for this event. Who could turn down such an invitation? Her parties always had the most interesting people, the best music, and lots of unexpected hook-ups.
I picked up the phone and called her as soon as I got the message, dying to get all the dirt on this shindig.
“Whassup, gurl?” Maddie said when she answered my call, recognizing my caller ID.
“You’ve definitely got my attention now,” I said.
“You got my message?”
“Uh–yeah. That is one crazy, cryptic invite. What are you getting us into this time?”
“Sorry, I can’t provide any more details,” she said. “Need to know only. Everything will be explained when you arrive. Are you coming?”
“How could I not, with that kind of invitation? But I’m confused about your dress code comment. I have no idea what to wear.”
“It doesn’t matter what you wear. I assure you no one will be paying attention to any of that.”
“Oh, come on!” I said. “Now you’ve really got me squirming in my chair. You have to give me at least a hint at what’s going to happen. Is it at least legal?”
“Of course,” she said. “We’re all consenting adults. But there will be an opt-out clause for anyone who doesn’t feel comfortable participating. I’d never put my friends in a compromising position.”
“Okay, you’ve twisted my arm,” I said. “But what’s this calling five minutes ahead business? I’ve never heard of such a thing beyond the usual RSVP.”
“It’s just to ensure the privacy and confidentiality of our guests. It’s the anonymity of the affair that makes this party so special.”
Anonymity? I thought. So I’m not going to know anyone who’ll be attending? How does she propose to maintain everyone’s privacy? This thing was getting weirder and more exciting by the moment.
“Fine,” I said, shaking my head in frustration. “Your house, your rules. But this better be everything it’s cracked up to be. Because now you’ve seriously raised my expectations.”
“I hope that’s not the only thing I’ve raised,” she purred over the phone. “See you Saturday at nine. Don’t be late!”
When I hung up the phone, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. The call had done nothing to lessen my confusion about the event, only to further arouse my curiosity and excitement. And yes, she’d definitely succeeded in raising more than just my expectations. Feeling my clit hardening in my panties, I opened my blouse and squeezed my erect nipples.
I wasn’t sure what I was getting myself into, but my rapidly moistening panties told me this wasn’t going to be a party soon forgotten.
