Trapped at a Sex Party
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Chapter 2: Undercover 2
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2: Undercover 2 - It was supposed to be a simple first assignment, infiltrate a party of the young and powerful to find enough gossip to help revitalize a struggling newspaper. Inexperienced reporter Beth finds more than she bargained for and finds herself embroiled in a story beyond the gossip pages. Will she try to escape or will she do whatever it takes to break the story of a lifetime?
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Reluctant Humiliation
Beth looked around from their elevated position, searching for an escape. There had to be something, or some way of avoiding whatever was going to happen that night. As she tried to problem-solve a solution, she’d already forgotten about standing there naked next to a man she’d only just met.
Another thought bothered her, though. What if she left? What if she were able to escape the likely guaranteed sex and drugs of the evening and return home without any evidence? How would Gabby, Carter, Graham, and especially Joe look at her for failing her first assignment? Would she ever get a second shot? Beth decided her first priority was to protect Greg. Then she’d deal with whatever came next.
“Maybe we can get you out of here,” Beth said, looking at Greg’s worried face.
“What about you?” he said, trying not to look anywhere but her face.
“Less important. Come on! Let’s check with security, we can say you left your phone in the car or something.” Beth reached out and took Greg’s large strong hand in her own and led him back to the locker room door where a large security guard was posted. He wore an entire black ensemble, from a dress jacket to tie, complete with black sunglasses.
“Hey! Hi,” Beth said politely, as she plastered on a friendly fake smile. “My boyfriend forgot his phone in the car. Is there any way he could throw on some clothes and get it?”
The man looked straight ahead with no visible reaction until he finally spoke. “Sorry ma’am. No phones allowed past the locker rooms, and no one can leave once they’ve entered until midnight. Marsters’ rules.”
That gave Beth a little bit of information about who had organized these little soirées. It was likely the Marsters twins, Chase and Jeanette, two trust-fund terrors from an old money family. The two of them were hardly seen apart, so much so that they were often mistaken for being married. Beth had been briefed that they’d been spotted entering one of these parties, but it turned out they were the hosts.
Empowered from wrestling that little detail from the guard, Beth decided to try a different tactic. She placed her hand gently on the large security guard’s chest and lightly ran it down his black tie. “Come on, what’s a quick little bend in the rules? I’ll make it worth your while,” she smiled sweetly, batting her eyes at him, but he didn’t move.
“We are not allowed to fraternize with the guests, Ma’am. I would ask you to refrain from that again, lest you suffer ... penalties.” He let that final word hang for an extra beat, clearly for emphasis. Beth pulled her hand away, and the guard straightened his clothing. As he did, Beth noticed the gun holstered under his jacket. She decided it was best to retreat and find another plan. She and Greg walked back to the metal railing overlooking the floor below.
“Well, that didn’t work,” Beth said. “There must be a way to get you out of here.”
“No, there isn’t, and I wouldn’t anyway. Not if it meant you stayed behind,” Greg’s eyes couldn’t help but look at the naked woman who stood beside him. She was beautiful, but naturally so, like a real person. She didn’t seem like the artificial, surgically enhanced girls who he usually met during his party days.
Beth couldn’t help but notice his glances out of the corner of her eye. It made her feel attractive as she stood looking down on a gaggle of sexy naked people. Yet, it did reinforce the fact that she was naked, something she’d mostly tried to distract herself from. In that moment, she felt exposed, but it was also thrilling.
“My priority is to get you out safely,” Beth said. She checked for other entrances and exits, but every one she spotted had a guard posted by it.
“You are important, too,” argued Greg.
“You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me. You got out of this scene for a reason, and you’ve done such good work since.”
“Yes, I did get out. I learned a lot and grew up, but the fact is we’re here now, together. We’re in this together, ok? Let’s just do our best to make it to midnight when we can leave.”
Beth wanted to ask what happened but didn’t want to push. He was their contact, not the story, so she let the topic drop. Having read about his earlier party years, though, she doubted the younger Greg would have stuck with her and not tried to save his own skin. He was notorious for wild flings, a wild temper, and even wilder drug and alcohol use. Whatever it was that changed him that night two years ago was certainly for the better.
“Let’s go downstairs,” Beth said as she watched the crowd mingle below them. “We can try to blend in with everyone else. Grab a drink or two at the bar ... Sodas only.”
Greg chuckled, “Thanks mom, I can have one or two drinks. I wouldn’t have come at all if I didn’t have any restraint.”
Beth looked back towards him as they descended a spiral staircase. She couldn’t help but notice his hardening erection, “I hope so, but let’s see how much restraint you actually have.”
She instantly blushed, realizing the accidental implications of her words in their current lack of attire. It was difficult to deny that he was attractive. His chest was muscular and toned, likely from working out. His stomach was flat, with just a hint of a six-pack below the surface, and he looked like he had strong legs. He was built solid, that was for sure, but it was his penis that really caught her eye. It was about 6 to 7 inches long, but it looked thick, much thicker than any guy she’d ever been with. She tried her best to ignore it, but it was right there in arms reach.
As they moved through the crowd towards the bar, they passed and pushed through several large groups of very attractive naked people. Despite her best efforts, Beth was becoming aroused by the events around her, yet no one was actually doing anything yet, which seemed curious to the observant young reporter. As they waited to be served at the bar, Beth leaned into Greg.
Beth told him, “For a sex party, there sure isn’t a lot of sex going on.”
“Yeah, I noticed that. Not sure why that is,” he replied as he flagged down the bartender.
“Because no one can start till after the twins open things up,” replied Mindy, who had been standing near the bar. “Hello again.”
“Hello, Mindy, good to ... see you again,” Beth said as she tried not to look at the sexy younger brunette.
“You two know each other?” asked Greg uncomfortably.
“I met our little first timer in the locker room earlier. Speaking of seeing someone again, Gregory Pratt, it’s been too long.” Mindy’s voice swooned as she said his name. Beth noted the look in her eyes showed more than a passing acquaintanceship. Greg’s shoulders dropped, and it looked like he shrank by almost a foot. Beth couldn’t help but read his body language that something had happened between them, and he wasn’t happy about it. Mindy, on the other hand, stood up straight and proud. Her exquisite chest stood even prouder.
“It’s been a long time, Mindy; feels like a lifetime ago,” Greg finally said as the bartender handed him their drinks.
“It has. Too long, Greggy. I thought you’d left this all behind. We’ve missed you,” said Mindy, placing her hand on his chest. It looked like she was going to lean in for a kiss, but Greg turned his head away to take a drink.
“I didn’t know you came to these things, Mindy. You’re always promoting charities or aid missions to Africa.” Greg backed away from Mindy and moved beside Beth. It was clear that he wanted space from the heiress, and Beth needed to facilitate it somehow.
“Well, yes. I have kept busy trying to save the world and all those poor starving children, but a girl still should have some fun. I just make sure to keep it out of the papers. I deserve some privacy, don’t you think, Beth?”
“I suppose so, but I don’t know how private things are when we’re all completely naked,” Beth replied.
“Too true, but we’re all friends here, or at least soon will be.” With a wink at Beth, Mindy turned back to Greg, “You’ve chosen well for yourself, I like her.”
“Please don’t...” Greg asked. His voice was artificially friendly but direct. It felt like Beth was not fully a part of this conversation.
“Well, you brought her here. I just thought she’d like to play, is all.” Mindy took a sip of her drink, a red cocktail with a cherry inside. She pulled out the fruit by the stem and sucked on it seductively, “You used to love fresh cherries, Greggy.”
“I was a different person then, I...”
“ ... you’re here now,” Mindy interrupted him, “You couldn’t have changed that much. And by the look of things, you still like it.”
Beth’s eyes darted down to find Greg was rock-hard beside her. She wondered who or what had turned him on or if it was a mix of everything going on. It was intoxicating; the lights, the music, the incredibly attractive people surrounding them. These were people who’d won the genetic lottery or just could afford good surgeons. No matter where she turned her head, there were beautiful breasts, hard muscular bodies, and the scent of sexual excitement in the air.
“Should we mingle a bit?” Beth asked to give Greg an escape. He seemed more than happy to take it.
“I’m saddened,” Mindy said as she mimed a tear running down her cheek. “ ... but I’ll see you both later. Beth, I look forward to getting to know you better, and I’m excited it’s your first time.”
As the two walked away, Beth turned to Greg, “What was all that about?”
“Long story; one that I’m not proud of.”
“Seems you have a few of those. Do you have any idea what comes next at these things? Is there any way for us to just hide in the crowd once things kick off?”
“I don’t know, I never really went to anything like this before. The few sex parties I had been to were small, like ten to twenty people at someone’s place. It was nothing like this, so organized and orchestrated,” Greg said as they reached the other side of the room and tried to hide against a wall like naked mannequins.
“Do you miss it?” Beth asked before immediately regretting what she said. Greg just looked at her. He sighed and looked down at the ground.
“Sometimes ... yeah. It was easier then, you know. Hedonistic pleasures of sex and drugs, both easy to obtain at the touch of a button. The only suffering was facing yourself in the mirror the next day for the things you’d done. So, you take more pills and drink more alcohol so you can forget for a bit longer. Each day gets a little bit worse, so you take a little bit more to numb the pain; and it does numb, at least for a little while.”
“Sobriety is hard. Every day, you have to fight back the urge to take a drink when you’re angry or sad. Pop a pill for a headache when you don’t really need to. Or bed a girl and leave her the next morning, just because you don’t have anything to talk about. Every day, you’re bailing water from a leaking boat. You have to gather all that bad water and toss it away, knowing it’ll come back, but you do it anyway because you can’t give in and let it sink you. You have to put in the work every single day.”
Beth apologized, “I’m sorry, Greg. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that. I just didn’t think.”
“It’s ok, I understand. I’m sure all this seems insane and crazy to you, but this was the world I grew up in. It took a lot of hard work and therapy to understand my problems and how to cope with them in a healthy manner.”
At that moment, the music suddenly cut out.
TAP TAP TAP “Welcome everyone! You ready to have a wild night?” said a voice from the microphone. Beth and Greg looked at the small stage to see two people standing there. A male and a female, both with similar features. Beth recognized them immediately as Chase and Jeanette Marsters, whose parents were the tenth wealthiest people in America.
The twins were both 22 years old, with similarly colored light brown hair. Jeanette’s was tied back in a bun, while Chase’s was shaggy and parted down the center. They always brought trouble wherever they went together. Fights in Brussels, vandalism in New York, lewd behavior in Paris, and got into an argument with a Cardinal at the Vatican. That last one even caught Beth off guard while she was doing her research. How did they even do that? she had wondered. As she looked at the two of them naked on stage together, with Chase’s hard penis a few inches from his twin sister, she realized she didn’t want to know.
Jeanette continued, “We’re so excited to see everyone here tonight. Chase certainly is!”
The look she then gave her brother and then his penis sent a cold shiver down Beth’s spine. It was clear they were more than just siblings and the fact that they were so obvious about it disgusted her. She couldn’t imagine anywhere else but the most backwater of places accepting something like that, but no one here said a thing. They all just clapped and cheered. It added motivation to expose these events to the masses, and boy would it please Graham and Joe to break that story.
Chase spoke next, “There’s a nice turn out here, though we see several new faces ... and one blast from the past!” Chase looked in Greg and Beth’s direction as the crowd cheered wildly. A chant began to erupt but Beth couldn’t make out the word that kept being repeated. It sounded like chest? Or best? She had no idea what that meant. From the look on Greg’s face, he didn’t seem to either.
Beth took a few steps over next to a young couple who she didn’t recognize, a busty redhead and a guy who looked like a rugby player with a buzz cut. Their hands raised in the air; they chanted whatever it was while Chase on stage tried to quiet the crowd so they could continue.
“What is it you’re yelling?” Beth asked the pair, her reporter sense had kicked back in and she needed verbal evidence of exactly what was going on.
“What? Oh, you must be a virgin,” the redhead said as she examined Beth’s body.