Chapter 4: The Party

I adjusted my mask for the third time as we walked up the long driveway. It was a simple black domino mask, nothing fancy, but it felt foreign on my face. Mia walked beside me in a short red dress that hugged her small frame, her own mask silver and decorated with delicate swirls. Lily was on my other side in a black cocktail dress that showed off her curves, wearing a matching black mask.

“Stop fidgeting,” Mia said, swatting my hand away from my face. “You look fine.”

“I look ridiculous.”

“You look mysterious,” Lily corrected. “That’s the whole point.”

Richard Chen’s mansion was massive—a modern structure of glass and stone that sprawled across what had to be five acres in the hills outside the city. Lights glowed from every window, and I could hear music and laughter floating on the warm evening air. Cars lined the circular driveway—expensive ones mixed with regular sedans and SUVs.

“Remember,” Mia said as we approached the entrance, “the masks are for plausible deniability. Everyone knows who everyone is, but we pretend we don’t. It makes it easier.”

“Easier to fuck your relatives?” I muttered.

“Easier to explore without judgment,” she smiled, always trying to turn my snarky humor into a positive.

The front door was open, and we walked into a massive foyer with floor-to-ceiling windows and some sleek chrome modern lighting. A woman stood there checking in guests—late twenties, Asian, wearing a black pencil skirt and white blouse. She had a mask but also wore a small silver collar around her neck.

“Welcome,” she said with a warm smile once she confirmed our names. “Drinks are in the main room, food is set up in the dining area, and the pool and hot tubs are out back. Please enjoy yourselves.”

“Thank you,” Mia said.

As we walked past, I noticed the woman’s skirt was slit up the side, showing most of her thigh. And her blouse was unbuttoned enough to show the curve of her breasts.

“Is she...?” I started.

“A servant?” Mia finished. “No, she’s a volunteer. I mean yeah, she works for the ‘company’...” she chuckled, making finger quotes, “ ... but I think as a junior exec in marketing and she just has a submissive streak. Likes being the kinky party manager. Gets off on it.”

“So she’s a guest who’s pretending to be a servant?”

“Exactly. There are a a fair number of people like that here. You’ll see them in collars or cuffs. They’re playing a role because it turns them on.”

We moved through a glassy foyer and rooms to an outdoor courtyard. Good thing it was mid-Summer between semesters because clearly the warm night was mean to be enjoyed. There was padded outdoor furniture under lights and the occasional tiki torch. I saw an open bar next to a DJ table where a big black guy with dad energy was spinning some dance records, but it wasn’t too loud. There had to be fifty people already here, maybe more. Some were dressed in cocktail attire like us. Others wore more casual clothes—jeans and nice shirts, sundresses. A few women wore lingerie and robes. Some people were topless already.

Everyone wore masks.

A man in just swim trunks and a gold mask walked past carrying a tray of champagne glasses. Another “servant,” I assumed. His body was toned and tan, and more than a few people’s eyes followed him as he passed.

“Ethan!”

I turned to see Marcus approaching, Keisha beside him. Marcus wore slacks and a button-down with the sleeves rolled up, his mask a simple black one like mine. Keisha was stunning in a gold dress that plunged low in front, showing off her cleavage. Her mask matched the dress.

“You made it,” Marcus said, clapping my shoulder. “What do you think?”

“It’s ... a lot.”

“Wait until things really get started,” Keisha said with a grin. “This is still the tame part.”

A woman in a sheer robe approached us—one of the servers. Under the robe, she wore only a tiny thong, her breasts completely bare, nipples delicately pierced. She offered us champagne from her tray, and we all took glasses.

“She’s beautiful,” Lily said after the woman walked away.

“Yeah, I think part of the appeal of the orgy set here is getting tuned up so you can show off a bit,” Mia observed. “It’s a hell of an insensitive, better than a gym membership.” Her eyes widened. “Oh shit, there’s Serena Jules! She was in my class last year. I wonder if her whole family got recruited?”

I scanned the crowd, trying to recognize people through their masks. There—that was my brother David, talking to a tall blonde woman who wasn’t Sofia. And there was Sofia herself, laughing with a group of men in suits. I spotted my aunt Linda near the windows with my uncle Charles, both of them dressed nicely but watching the room with hungry eyes. Linda grinned and waved back at me.

Then I saw them. My parents.

My mom wore a blue cocktail dress that I’d never seen before—fitted, showing off a figure I’d always felt a little guilty about noticing. She was in her early fifties, but she’d kept herself in shape. The dress showed her legs, her waist, the curve of her breasts. Her blonde hair was down, and her mask was blue to match her dress.

My dad stood beside her in slacks and a polo shirt, his mask simple black. He had his hand around her shoulders, tenderly curling a lock of her hair.

I watched as another man approached them — someone who looked a bit familiar, maybe a distant family friend? He said something that made my mom laugh, and she touched his arm. The man’s hand stroked up from her waist, his knuckle just teasing her where her nipples were covered, and my dad just smiled, nodding at something being said.

For the first time, I looked at my mother as a sexual being. Not as “Mom,” but as an attractive woman in her prime. The way she moved, the confidence in her posture, the way she flirted with that stranger while my dad watched approvingly.

Could I...? Would I...?

“Earth to Ethan,” Mia laughed, snapping her fingers next to my face. “You’ve got a hell of a holy-shit-am I-seeing-my-parents-at-a-swinger’s-party look.”

“Sorry, I just...” I gestured vaguely toward where my parents stood.

“Oh yeah, they’re here,” Mia said casually. “Probably going to mingle for a bit before things heat up. Your dad likes to watch your mom with other guys first.”

My cock stirred at that image, and I felt deeply weird about it.

“Come on,” Marcus said. “Let’s check out the pool area.”

We walked towards the one spacious flattop not surrounded by mansion, Outdoor and opening onto sunset and trees. The pool here was huge — Olympic-sized — with underwater lighting that made it glow blue and purple. Several hot tubs dotted each side, already occupied by people in various states of undress. Beyond the pool, the lawn stretched out with cabanas and lounge areas, all lit with soft string lights.

“This is insane,” I muttered.

“This is once a month,” Keisha corrected with a laugh.

More “servants” moved through the crowd offering drinks and food. I watched a young woman in just a collar and thong kneel beside a man in a suit, and he fed her a strawberry while stroking her hair. She smiled up at him adoringly before moving on to serve others.

The energy was building. I could feel it. Music played from hidden speakers, and people were getting looser, touching more, dancing. A woman near the pool untied her halter top and let it fall, baring her breasts to appreciative glances.

“It usually starts slow,” Mia explained, reading my expression. “People arrive, have drinks, socialize. Then someone starts something, and it spreads.”

“Like wildfire,” Lily added, her eyes bright with excitement.

We found a seating area near one of the hot tubs and settled in. More family members appeared—my cousin Sarah with her mom Linda, both in cocktail dresses. David and Sofia joined our group, Sofia immediately kissing Keisha in greeting, their tongues visible even through their masks.

“Having fun yet?” David asked me.

“Ask me in an hour,” I said.

He laughed. “Fair enough.”

Sofia was already pulling her dress over her head, revealing she wore nothing underneath except a tiny thong. A few appreciative whistles accompanied the lovely sight. Her breasts bounced free, and she stretched unselfconsciously before settling onto a lounge chair. David pulled her hand up and kissed it, grinning at the onlookers with a can-you-believe-what-a-lucky-guy-I-am grin.

Around the pool, more people were stripping down. The hot tubs were filling up with naked bodies. I watched two women kiss deeply while a man fondled both their breasts from behind.

Then I heard it—a moan. Clear and loud enough to carry.

Everyone turned toward the sound. Near the far end of the pool, there was Mia’s friend Serena, bent over the edge while a man fucked her from behind. She was fully naked, her mask askew, her mouth open in pleasure. The man—also naked except for his mask—gripped her hips and thrust into her with steady strokes.

No one seemed shocked. If anything, people moved closer to watch.

“And there it is,” Marcus said. “The first one.”

Serena’s moans got louder. More people gathered around, some just watching, others starting to touch their partners. I saw a man drop to his knees in the pool and start eating out a woman sitting on the edge. Another couple started making out intensely, hands roaming.

“Want to get this started?” Keisha asked Marcus, her hand sliding up his thigh.

“Fuck yes,” he said.

Keisha stood and slowly unzipped her gold dress. She let it fall to the ground, revealing her incredible body—full breasts, toned stomach, curvy hips, and those long legs. She wore no underwear. Her pussy was bare and already glistening in the low light.

People nearby were definitely watching now. Keisha moved to stand in front of Marcus, swaying her hips, running her hands over her body. She cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples until they were hard and prominent.