Chapter 4: Halloween Party

On Wednesday, 28 October, I officially visited Gin. All three ladies greeted me, wearing their sexy Halloween costumes. They had neglected to fasten their fronts to keep the vest from flopping open. After a bit of fun accessing their various fun parts on and under their minimal clothing, they stripped and dragged me into the bathroom shower.

Several mutual orgasms later, I explained my plan for Friday. I will arrive at 2:30 p.m. and load one or two suitcases into my van. “You three should dress as if you were college students. We will eat dinner at a nice restaurant and check in at the hotel at about 5:00.

“At the hotel, wear your dollhouse hats. How you arrange your hair is up to you. Change into your costumes after several costumed partygoers arrive. Find and use name tags. Take reasonable opportunities to flash your tits and pussies. Is someone looking into your vest? Open your vest. Talking with someone? Find a sofa and sit as close as possible – trap someone in a corner if you can, then put your hand on his leg. You want to be dolls for guys who like to pay-to-play with willing dolls.

“Many men will bring dates. But that does not mean no hobbyist will be interested in playing with dolls at the party, spending an hour with one of you. Advertise your availability by hugging those you meet. Be friendly and available. How much to charge? “It’s 100% up to you. A blow-and-go might be $40. Anything with PIV should be $100 minimum. You should ask for your $160 rate for a one-hour full GFE. Ask for $500 all night and require breakfast in the morning.

“There will likely be a photographer. Get all three pictures taken together and separately. Pose with one or more hobbyists. Some of these may be good for your tBAB ads.

“There will be food. I expect several kinds of pizza, and a chopped vegetable salad with various dressings. No alcohol will be served at the party. However, some people may bring alcohol. The Halloween dry ice in red punch will be watched carefully to ensure that no one spikes the punch.”

We arrived at the hotel at 5:00 p.m. We were checked into room 315, which had two double beds for the ladies, and room 316 across the hall, which had a queen bed for yours truly. I told the ladies to pretend they didn’t know me. “It’s okay for others to assume I have had a Girlfriend Experience session with one of you. I DO NOT wish to be seen as a pimp.”

It was a good thing we had the entire third floor to ourselves. One of the Caucasian ladies wore only a black mesh bodysuit; one of the Black ladies wore only a white mesh bodysuit. Both wore witches’ hats.

At the Party

By 5:30 I visited my room and headed to the conference room. I noticed the photo booth being setup. Already, there were too many hobbyists helping. I checked out what pretended to be a food service area. Two providers, still in street clothes, were trying to organize the red punch. They were promised a table and couldn’t find one. “You must be Bethy, and I can’t put a name to your friend.” The friend announced that she’s called Go-Marg. “I’m off to the front desk to hunt down a table for you ladies.”

As expected, the front desk was busy. I snagged a busboy and asked him. “We keep tables and stuff in room 329. Let me get a key card for you.” Returning to the third floor, I found the storage room and dragged a 12-foot table into the conference room. I unfolded the legs and asked Bethy where she wanted it. My next task was covering the table with a paper Halloween motif tablecloth. I helped set out the paper cups and punch bowl, and put the first round of dry ice into the filled bowl.

I put on my mad chemist lab coat and wandered back to the conference room. I met the guy who handed me that folded paper in that risqué Vietnamese coffee shop there. Before I got a chance to speak, I heard, “Mike Kaye, has your Yellow Fever found happiness at tBAB? I’m Banh-K; I was the one who passed you the Yellow Fever note in that sexy Vietnamese coffee shop. My fellow Asian enthusiast, Trinh, is with me to see what we can get away with this evening.”

“You, my friends, are in luck. Are you interested in playing with dolls? The Dollhouse ladies are here tonight. And I suspect those dolls might like to be played with. Let’s see Man of Steel and a Pirate, who steals. Opportunities abound tonight. There is a lot of pussy here, but some came as companions to hobbyists. There are ‘Don’t Ask Me’ stickers, but that doesn’t mean that a little chatting or flirting is out. Some ladies may have removed the don’t part. And that is a good sign.”

“Damn, look at those three!”, Banh-K exclaimed as the Dollhouse three stopped at the sign-in desk. Mika signed in first and headed toward me. I asked Bank-K to introduce himself. “Hi, I’m Banh-K. I read that the Dollhouse might be here tonight.”

“Hi, back at you. I’m Mika, and I’m disguised as a doll. My other doll friends are Gin (she is the tallest) and Yù Míng, the shortest doll.” Giving Bang-K a full-body hug, she mentioned, “Did you know that dolls like to be played with?”

The other two dolls were through signing in and made their way to join us. Trinh introduced himself and me. Gin introduced herself to me, and Yù Míng introduced herself to Trinh, both dolls doing so with get-a-room-worthy hugs. Yù Míng asked Trinh, “Do you like to play with dolls like me?” He must have answered yes because they both headed toward a sofa and sat quite close to each other.

I lost track of Mika, but Gin followed me as I wandered over to where Bethy and Go-Marg were finishing up with the food table. “Ladies, this is Gin. Gin, this is Bethy and her friend Go-Marg. As you can tell from her hat, Gin is part of the Dollhouse. She and her friends are masquerading as, would you believe it, dolls.”

“I have a business question. Bethy and Go-Marg, do you feel that Gin and her friends are part of your competition? After all, you must compete for hobbyists’ dollars just like they do.”

“Mike”, Bethy answered, “we have discussed this question with most of the home-grown providers. The answer from where we sit is that we can’t tell if the competition helps us or hurts us. Is it, come to tBAB for the Asians; stay for the home-grown? Or are only a fixed number of dollars available for paying providers and imports leave us with a smaller piece of the pie? I’ve read your reviews. DianaDD and Harletta vs. Kimi and Gin. You seem well-rounded. We both have multiple guys who keep coming back to us. And all of them appear to be fond of larger breasts than Gin and her friends appear to have. We are not worried. Gin and her friends are not considered a part of our competition.

They had a question for Gin: “Where the fuck did you get your outfits? And do they have any in our sizes?”

Gin looked at me, and I answered, “They were custom-made by Salacious Sue’s Sexy Seamstress Shop. I learned about Shad’s Halloween party at about the same time as I discovered Gin and her friends. I told myself that they should come to this party disguised as dolls. They liked the idea. Their vest’s front buttonhole fasteners were my idea, but Sue recommended using transparent buttons rather than round wooden balls. The backless vest was my idea, but Sue designed the vest to make the backless work.”

Go-Marg looked around and noted Gin’s friends were nowhere to be found. “Gin, did your friends just find a bit of business?”

“I’m not surprised. You know that dolls like to be played with. I suspect those dolls are involved in some kind of playtime. We dolls have a problem: the box we came in contained only a few bits of skimpy clothing and no money to buy anything for ourselves. A doll’s got to do what a doll’s got to do.”

I spotted a hobbyist dressed as a prisoner looking at Gin. I moved a bit, saying, “Orange jumpsuit looking your way.” Gin walked toward him.

“My name on tBAB is Dealer. From the back, you looked topless. I couldn’t look away.

“No need to apologize. I’m Gin. Tonight, I am disguised as a doll. Mr. Dealer, would you like to play with a doll tonight?”... “We can sit on the couch while you decide.”

Mr. Dealer walked to the couch, and Gin sat down and pressed against Dealer. “Mr. Dealer, sir, are you disappointed I don’t have larger boobs? Would you like to check?” While Dealer was thinking, Gin unfastened one button, keeping her vest on ... And then another. And then... “Unbutton the last one for me, and tell me what you think.”

He hesitated and fumbled, finally unbuttoning one side. “Good enough.” Then taking his hand, she used it to press on one boob. She put his hand in her lap, muttering, “I think we may have broken some rule, but I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“I want you to suck me off and let me hold your tiny titties.”

“How about showering together first? $60?”

Gin took his hand, saying, “I’ll button the vest later.” Gin’s vest flopped open as they walked to Dealer’s room. She got approving glances from two hobbyists walking toward the conference room. I saw the two hobbyists turn around as they passed Gin and Dealer.

Shad got on the PA system, announcing that the photo booth was ready for business. “And before I forget, the hotel management has agreed that the cleaning crew will not be on the third floor until 10:00 a.m. So, not even partial nudity will be allowed after 10:00. Until then, we are clothing optional. Feel free.”

Three providers came as elves. These elves were quite obviously female. One elf wore a barely wide enough stretchy mesh band. That elf’s tits poked through the mesh. Another elf was topless unless you count her collar. That collar consisted of perhaps 100 strips of brightly colored cloth that often covered her boobs. The third elf wore a transparent green elfin blouse.

The two providers wearing skin-shade-contrasting mesh body suits were photographed together. And then separately with the hobbyists who paid them as dates for the party and any afterparty that might ensue.