Chapter 281: My House-Warming Party

Saturday, September 24, 2005

All too soon - because it was nearly the end of the summer vacation - the time came to send out the invites for my house-warming party. I'd intended the invites to be nothing more than casual phone calls; Julia wanted to send out real invitations. Guess which approach we took?

[On the topic of alternative approaches, I'd also been thinking of a nice, casual pool party. Julia had considerably more upmarket plans. Guess which approach we took for that too? I'll give you a hint: we ended up with a large tent, live musicians on one side; DJ on the other, fancy catering, and - something I'd never heard of at a party - a 'bedroom tent'. It had half a dozen bedrooms in it, divided by canvas partitions, and was pitched discreetly around the corner of the mound. Even Patch was fancied up for the party, with several colored ribbons in his mane. It was a good thing he'd been gelded, or he would've died from the shame.]

It turned out that all the 'friendly' girls from the Target Game got invites; I don't know why they'd been worried. All my soccer teammates were invited, of course (if you want to have a cool party, invite soccer players. Trust me on this as I know what I'm talking about, being a soccer player myself). Several of Ava's, Julia's, Carol's and Donna's friends were invited too, including Diana and Claire. They needed new dresses, but their mother was reasonably happy with that, as Diana was reporting slow but significant success in her 'seduction' of me (without using such a scandalous word). Andrew, Robert, and their girls came too.

My invitees included all my usual friends, such as Alexis, Pat, Katelin (she asked if she could bring her brother Wayne, which was fine with me), Gina (my favorite Italian cook), several of the girls in active pipeline groups that I was getting to like (I'll mention what was happening with the pipeline when I finish this thread), and even a few guys I got along reasonably well with to partially correct the gender imbalance. Not to 'correct' it too much though, and certainly not all the way to equal.

There were too many people for me to have long conversations with any of them, but flirting is quick and fun. What mattered the most in ensuring my flirting success was that my wealth had a big impact. The women (including Julia, Carol and Ava in that group) had made great strides with the decorating and/or furnishing. They'd even replaced the worrisome drapes in one of the Main House's rooms, and I'm sure you can imagine how relieved I was by that.

I didn't participate in most of the guided Grand Tours, but the impact was unmistakable. That I owned all of this, and that I had my own wing with total privacy where I slept with whomever I wanted, was greatly envied. My palace of a bedroom sent a very clear message about me being the 'king' of this little 5.7 acre kingdom. My study blew people away too, even though the eight screens confused the heck out of everybody.

A few people expressed doubt I owned the property. That was easily answered, "Ask my parents, or go to the county records department and look at the property title yourself. It might even be online, for all I know."

I also scored major brownie points for buying Patch for Donna. It was weird that something that had so few zeroes in its price tag (compared to the property) was treated so significantly, but it was. It apparently proved that I was a nice guy, and there's nothing better than a nice, rich, and possibly available guy.

I'll just mention a few little incidents. One that came up very early was that Chris, the sole soccer teammate who was loyal to his girlfriend, arrived with her. It didn't take long for some of the other girls to work out that when we cool soccer players congregated and talked soccer together, then the face they didn't recognize was probably a soccer player too. Julia and I had naturally made sure that the Target Girls were highly aware of how important it was to keep being friendly, even once they'd gotten their invitation to the party, because it was all about their maintaining their position in my social circle (i.e., giving them opportunities to get their hooks into me). That was especially easy after they'd been on the guided tour of my first mansion. So several of the girls started being friendly to Chris. They did it right in front of his girlfriend, so he came running to me to ask me to get them to stop.

"Why don't you tell them yourself?"

It turned out that Lucy (his girlfriend), had no idea of the sacrifice Chris was making for her - the idiot! He didn't want to say anything in front of her. God knows why.

Most of the Targets (and the Semi-Targets; the girls that'd been suckered into joining the activity) were where they should be, hanging around my teammates, so it was easy to go back to the group and tell all the girls, "Excuse me, girls - not you Lucy - but Chris is out of bounds. He's not participating in any of the sex; he's staying loyal to Lucy."

I'd been a little less discreet than Chris had been hoping for. He'd barely begun to wince when Lucy asked, "Sex? What sex?"

I helpfully explained, "All these girls know how cool soccer players are, so they've been having sex with the team most of the summer. It's just been a friendship thing; no fixed partners. They've been swapping around in a very friendly fashion. Right at the beginning Chris..."

"THESE girls?" interrupted Lucy, in disbelief. Which I took as a slur on soccer players. Clearly A-list girls' rightful place is underneath soccer players, so Lucy's astonishment was uncalled for.

"Yes. They like soccer players. In fact, they like them a LOT, which is great. As I was saying, right at the beginning Chris made it clear to me that he valued his relationship with you far higher than all the free sex these beautiful girls would've offered him, so I never invited him to any of the team outings we went on, didn't give out his phone number, etc. You can be extraordinarily proud of him. There are very few guys - in existence, EVER - who'd happily turn down as much sex as they wanted from any and all of these beautiful girls because he valued his girlfriend so much. Yet that's what Chris has been staunchly doing most of summer. He hasn't even been tempted, so he must think amazingly highly of you, Lucy."

At this stage Lucy should've melted into Chris's arms, but I can't believe how disbelieving girls are. The first thing she did was ask the other girls, "Is that true? You've been having sex with the team, and you would've with Chris?"

I made sure the Target Girls could see that I was listening intently to their answers. Even though it was embarrassing for them to mention it to an outsider, they put on a brave face and 'happily' admitted it, emphasizing how much they enjoyed being friendly with soccer players. I smiled rewardingly.

At this stage Lucy should've melted into Chris's arms, but you know what girls are like. She asked, "You're ALL having sex with the WHOLE team? YOU?"

The Targets nodded and smiled, doing their best to look proud and happy.

At this stage you should expect no better than what Lucy next said, "But you could've had any guys you wanted?"

"We like being friendly with soccer players. They're a fun bunch, much better than the guys I normally date."

Lucy shook her head in disbelief. I wasn't sure whether that reduced or raised my opinion of her, as there was justification both ways. Lucy FINALLY turned to Chris, "You've been turning down sex with these girls?"

Chris nodded, obviously worrying that he wasn't going to survive this.

"But I don't even give you any."

Thereby confirming my opinion that Chris is an idiot, especially because he just shrugged and looked helpless. He was missing the perfect opportunity to impress the panties off Lucy, which was something he badly needed to do. Guys can be complete morons sometimes.

Lucy hugged her man at last, just saying "Wow."

#5: <It called for AT LEAST a, "You're going to get SO LUCKY tonight," but all he got was a "Wow." I hope it was worth the sacrifice, the poor sap.>

I spoke up again, "So as I was saying, ladies," (sometimes I like being facetious with myself. I've got quite a large internal audience, and they appreciate my refined sense of humor), "Chris is out of bounds. I'm very impressed by how friendly MOST of you are, but it wouldn't be friendly to hassle Chris, okay?"

They were happy not to have to have sex with yet another friend of mine, even though Chris was their sort of guy (an idiot; the Target Girls normally dating football jocks). Their happiness at having one less guy to fuck was mitigated by my carefully stating, "how friendly MOST of you are," but that was me just keeping them simultaneously on their toes and backs.

I added, "Lucy, there's a tent set up around the far side of the mound that has several bedrooms in it. I know the other girls will be taking quite a few of my friends to it at various times during the party. You might want to think about rewarding Chris for his admirable devotion to you."

She certainly should do that, but that was Chris's problem. Mostly I just wanted to remind the Targets what was expected of them. By now my teammates had enjoyed a considerable amount of sex with them, which in no way diminished their interest in getting more.

One of the Semi-Targets smartly said, "Good idea, Mark. Who wants to go with me now?" Thereby demonstrating her friendliness right under my nose.

Three of the guys simultaneously agreed. No doubt they'd been hornily anticipating this party. Then they looked worried about their all volunteering at once.

That was resolved by the other 'ladies' volunteering. Not that they were competing at all, but they were annoyed by one of the other girls showing them up, so they quickly extended their own offers.

I soon had to say, "The tent's only got six bedrooms, so you'll have to double up or wait."

They assured me they were friendly enough to work something out, and they led my happy teammates away.

I wasn't the least bit surprised when Lucy declared, "I don't believe it!"

That was easily answered. I told her, "Wait ten minutes then go check out the tent. I'm sure the girls will let you join in if you want; they often double-team the guys."

Chris looked sick at the reminder. "Reminder", as he already knew all about it. The team had been keeping him fully informed, the bastards.

Lucy didn't take up my offer. Nor did she leave Chris's side for the rest of the evening. If there was one trustworthy guy here today (that was probably about the right number), it was Chris, but that didn't stop Lucy sticking to him like glue. She was happy with him though, so the idiot was happy back. [They broke up six months later, both still virgins, and one fully aware that he was also an idiot.]

I knew my party was a success when I noticed four guys I recognized as football players talking to some of the girls. Football players wouldn't be seen dead at an uncool party (according to them). Although also according to them, their mere presence made any party instantly cool. Those two assertions were logically incompatible, but we're talking about football players here, so you have to lower your intellectual judgment standards a LONG way.

I was pretty sure I hadn't invited any football players, and I was equally sure I didn't want them here. I was seriously tempted to kick them out by myself. There being four of them versus one of me would doubtless lead to their refusing, and then I'd insist, they'd refuse again, and then I'd REALLY insist, which I'd greatly enjoy. Their so clearly being in the wrong to be here in the first place, and it being my home, gave me heaps of justification. Unfortunately it'd upset the party too much if things got unpleasant - for the jocks, I mean; it'd be pleasant for me.

I got a few guys to come with me, including Robert Williams, as the only authority figure who'd been readily available.

We walked up to the asshats, and I very much enjoyed saying, "You weren't invited. Leave." It's best to speak in small sentences when you talk with footballers.

"We're not doing anything."

"That's the problem; you should be leaving. Right now."

"We were only talking. There's nothing wrong with that."

I took a step back, pulled out my cellphone, pretended to dial a number, held it up to my ear, waited a couple of seconds, then said, "My name is Mark Anderson. I'm hosting a party and have four gatecrashers who've repeatedly refused to leave. Their names are..." By the time I got to the second name, they were running rapidly - but coolly, because they had an image to maintain - for the front gate. Just as well, as I only knew two of their names.

I lowered the phone mid-conversation, commenting to the guys around me, "That was easy."

"A fake call?" asked Robert.

"Yeah. I couldn't be bothered doing a real one. They weren't worth the cost of a call either."

We joked around for a couple of minutes, especially with the girls the jocks had been trying to flirt with. I had to admire the numbskulls' brilliant strategy: come onto my multimillion dollar mansion's grounds and flirt with girls who had their eyes set on me. No wonder they were in the football team.

One of the security things we'd done was have a substantial front gate fitted, but we'd left it open because of the number of people coming. I went inside to press the button to close it. The call box outside the gate triggered a small CCTV inside the house, but we also had a remote control for it, so I pocketed that so I could let any non-footballers in.

The footballers should have come a couple of hours later, because that's when the collective seemed to decide that it was time for some swimming. The invitation Julia had sent out had mentioned "Pool party" and "bring swimsuits", so many people had come prepared. Most prepared of all, were the Target Girls. They had a highly commendable idea of the style of bikinis I liked to see pretty girls barely in. This paragraph alone guaranteed that my party was an instant success with all the guys, except for Chris, because Lucy dragged him away from the pool when she saw how little apparel there was to see.

I joyously wore my bright yellow Speedos (the only alternative I'd been offered was 'my' G-string). Carol's and my other girls' Australian bikinis stayed in their drawers, but none of the guys had any complaints about what my girls did wear.

The pool is quite large. I don't know why two old people had needed such a big pool, but it was more than fine with me. There were a lot of bodies, so we need a lot of room for pool games. It was much the same as the last pool party, so I won't describe it again.

There weren't any grumbling guys complaining that my Girl Tossing was showing off this time, but there was Andrew telling me, "I'm amazed at how high you can throw Julia. I know she's little, but that's impressive."

"That's NOTHING!" insisted my ammunition. "He's not even trying hard. You should see how high he can throw me when he puts some effort into it."

Whereupon Julia made me demonstrate exactly that, which impressed everybody.

A couple of the stronger looking guys were curious enough to try to copy me. Julia lent them her body (it was in a good cause: making me look good), and their pathetic results did indeed make me look VERY good. As did the On-The-Shoulders Game, and everything else we did.

About 4:30pm, I got everyone to dress for a while, as the parents of the younger girls were coming to pick them up around 5:00 (the invitation had specified that).

There was about an hour of parents arriving, getting guided tours (if they hadn't gotten one at the beginning, or sometimes even if they had), picking up Little Suzy (or whomever), then leaving. After which people could dress or undress as they wished.

The party lasted a long time, far into the evening. When it got dark, quite a few of the girls lost the tops to their bikinis. That they'd waited until it was dark to show their body was yet another example of female logic, something I completely failed to complain about at the time.

The evening developed a very sexy atmosphere for several reasons:

• My four parents were keeping a very low profile.

• The behavior of the Targets with my soccer team, something I strongly encouraged them to do - the Targets I mean; my teammates' need for encouragement was minimal.

• My lack of concern when some of the other girls flirted openly, Alexis for example.

• The considerable effect caused by having teenagers in swimwear.

• Competitiveness and/or peer pressure.

• Couples who were together, such as Chris and Lucy (except they're not a good example of why things got racy).

The reasons accumulated to produce a very enjoyable evening.

There was a serious amount of surreptitious, not so surreptitious, and then downright open sexual behavior. The Target Girls helped considerably, because one of them had realized that all the guys I'd invited were my friends, and that it might be a very good idea to let me see her being friendly to even more of my friends. I agreed totally with her that it was a VERY good idea. The guy involved thought so too. I made sure to give that Target Girl a thumbs-up and a big smile, to let her know I'd noticed and was pleased. And so the other Target Girls would notice, which they did. I enthusiastically praised, "I've been thinking about throwing a weeklong party in Hawaii. I'd DEFINITELY invite you to that."

The Target Girls were so easy to encourage it was almost embarrassing. As we had been doing all during the Target Game, My Girls were pretending to have sex with my teammates - with Alexis going above and beyond, repeatedly - and were still doing so this party, especially early on to set the desired atmosphere. Being My Girls, they could use the beds inside my home, so the Targets couldn't find out that it was only pretense. Given what we'd got up to during the Target Dates, and what My Girls were seemingly already doing - although discreetly - at this somewhat more public event, the Targets never looked to be in danger of keeping their legs closed.

Whenever I was circulating and I had a chance to talk with one of them without the others hearing, I'd say something like, "Adriana," (or whomever; they were all the same), "I'm EXTREMELY pleased how wonderfully you're treating my friends today. I'm amazed at how well you match my ideal girl, especially with your being so beautiful, friendly and nice. You've got a good heart too. You're easily as good as my two serious girlfriends, if not better. You and I are DEFINITELY going to spend some quality time together soon." I also praised them if they were involved in an activity that I thought was particularly praiseworthy. They ate it up.

One bit of fun I had was with sight blobs. Large sight blobs see very well at night because they collected more light, and I used them to check around the property from time to time, especially in remote corners. It gave me some interesting sights. Nothing involving Chris obviously, but virtually every other guy had a VERY good evening. I'm excluding The Boys from that. They retreated into the house with the rest of the adults.

With the younger girls having been picked up by this time, there were only twice as many girls as guys, so some of the guys had a doubly good time, or sometimes the girls cut out the middleman and took matters into their own hands. Julia and I have always encouraged female bisexual behavior (I don't have to explain the reasons to you, do I?), and there was often a fair bit of it around us, but this evening delighted me. Particularly active was Diana Norris, who I saw being sexual with a succession of different girls during the party. I presumed that was something Carol encouraged her into. Or maybe not, because Diana's sexual horizons had expanded massively the last few weeks so she could well have had enough confidence to do it herself.

^

I should explain Diana's presence so late in the party. In a piece of irresponsible parenting, Mrs. Norris had agreed to let Diana stay with Carol overnight. Diana had told her mother that she was getting along very well with me, and she wanted to stay overnight so she could be around me as much as possible, including helping clean up tomorrow morning. She'd assured her mother that "You don't have to worry about Mark touching me the wrong way. Mark would never do that with any girl, and especially not a girl like me that he treats protectively. He's very correct in how he treats me. I just want him to see that I'm considerate and helpful. Carol has already said I can sleep with her, which will be fun." Diana was right that I wouldn't touch her in the "wrong way"; I do it the "correct way" every time. And she certainly would have fun sleeping with Carol, so Diana was almost totally telling the truth.

Mrs. Norris had thought it was a good idea, especially after I gave her the guided tour. She was particularly impressed that I personally gave her the tour, but I assured her, "I'm only too happy to show you around Mrs. Norris. You ARE Diana's mother, after all. She's a lovely girl." It also let me arrange for an interruption very near the end of the tour, so she didn't see my real bedroom. She somehow got the idea that the very ordinary looking bedroom in the Lower Half was mine.

Claire was naturally very upset to know that she'd be taken home and Diana would be allowed to stay. That was easily fixed, "Claire, sweetie, how do I treat you and Diana?"

They both knew the answer to that because they'd heard it dozens of times: "Equally."

"Exactly right. So whatever Diana and I do after you leave, I will make sure you and I do the same things as soon as we can. You KNOW I will always treat you equally, so you don't need to get upset. You didn't even need to ask about it, because you can always trust me to treat you fairly."

"Oh yeah. Sorry. I forgot."

"How could you forget how I feel about you? I should put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom for that."

"Eek. There are too many people here!"

"And I'm sure they'd like to see your bare bottom. It's very pretty."

She was fine for the rest of the party, and even went home with her mother without making a scene.

^

The sight blob checks didn't show me anything TOO bad. For example, nothing like Carol flirting excessively with any guy. Once things got mostly sexual, Carol tended to stick pretty closely to Julia and Ava. I wasn't checking up on her; I was checking places and happened to see her. My mistrust was honestly gone; it had just needed to be expressed once for me to understand how silly I was. I would still feel funny if she flirted slightly with other guys though.

I did see some stuff that might prove useful once school restarted though. Unexpected pairings of people mostly, included one VERY unexpected pairing - both of them being guys. Thank God neither of them was on my soccer team, or showering would've felt uncomfortable. On second thought, I was pretty sure all of my soccer team were exclusively and exhaustedly hetero, except Chris who was just stupidly hetero.

The bedroom tent was where people should've gone for sex. That'd been made clear to everyone. It even had a few packets of rubbers beside every bed as one of my jobs to help prepare for the party had been to go to Student Health Services at OSU to buy them. Vanessa had told me they stayed open even during the breaks (I'd gotten a male salesperson, who fortunately hadn't extended me the same offer as his predecessor). Nonetheless, I sight blob checked the Main House's and My Wing's bedrooms quite often, to make sure they weren't being used by anyone that shouldn't be. Every now and then I'd discover a couple in one of our bedrooms, usually my bedroom because of its temptingly degenerate bed. People have NO morals! Usually I went to kick them out myself, but once each I got Julia and Carol to do it, using NP to steer them in the right direction. They understood what to do when they got to the bedroom, and I thought it was good training for them to get used to my using NP to guide them in that way. You never know, one day it might be more important than kicking a couple of rutting teenagers off a bed.

I was zooming my sight blob toward the Upper-Half to check my bedroom again, when I caught sight of Carly (one of the three Semi-Targets here) furtively entering the exterior door to the Upper-Half of My Wing. She was looking over her shoulder as she slipped inside. She was by herself, which was even more curious, so my sight blob followed her.

She went into my bedroom and started searching through the bedside drawers, found my wallet, counted out $80 from it (I zoomed in to make sure), slipping the notes into her dress's pocket. I had several hundred dollars in my wallet, because we'd been shopping like idiots the last few weeks, and I'd gotten into the habit of carrying a fair amount of cash. I guess Carly had decided that $80 wouldn't be missed.

#1: <A little reminder: We've got a safe, so we should use it. Meanwhile, what do we do about Klepto Carly?>

#8: <Get our money back and have some fun with her obviously. We just need to decide what fun?>

#3: <I memorized the last half dozen digits of each of the serial numbers. If we quote those at her, that should convince her she was caught on some unnoticeably small but very effective security cameras. No one could see the serial numbers from outside, even if they could see through the mirrored glass and drapes.>

#8: <We agree that we didn't like Carly even before this stunt, so we might as well cause her some grief, right?>

#All: <Agreed.>

We discussed and agreed on a plan, while we watched Carly leave the building and rejoin the party.

I had a little preparation to do. I went inside the Main House and got a cassette out of the VCR and stuck a blank label on it. I wandered back to my bedroom where I got my and Julia's wallets out of our bedside tables and took them to my study. I got a pen then wrote neatly on the cassette label, "Sep 24, 2005, 18:37. Carly PENNINGTON, Theft $80 MA's wallet, MA's bedroom. Cameras MB1-1 & MB1-2. Copy 2 of 3." I also wrote the stolen money's serial numbers on a piece of notepaper, sliding that into the cassette's case. I put the wallets and cassette in the safe. I needed to wait a while before confronting Carly.

Forty five minutes later I borrowed Julia, told her what had happened and what I was planning. She rubbed her hands together with glee, which easily preempted my question about whether she approved. Julia's only caution was, "Make sure you never have an incriminating conversation with Carly in the future, in case she records it for counter-blackmail. You've got a lot more to lose than she has."

"Good point. I'll remember that."

We removed the cassette from the safe, also grabbing a piece of paper and a pen, taking them to my bedroom and putting them in my bedside drawer. I did a quick sight blob search to locate Carly, then Julia and I headed in that direction.

When we were close, Julia took my arm in her usual fashion, and we walked tangentially toward Carly, Julia thanking me for making the time to have sex with her, but suggesting I should entertain my guests rather than her.

"There's no reason I can't have my favorite girl as well, but you're right I should. Umm, who should I ask?"

I looked around, unsure of who to bless with my invitation. Several girls had heard me, and they weren't so unsure. Some weren't brave enough to outright ask, but some were. Which forced the shy ones to speak up, in case they missed out. Nearly an hour had gone past since Carly's theft, so she was no longer feeling nervous about it, and she was one of the volunteers, not that a Plan B would've been hard to make work.

"Carly, I haven't spent much time with you recently. That was a silly mistake of mine. Let's fix that now, shall we?"

She was accepting even before I'd finished asking. No doubt hoping to get close to the rich boy who stupidly leaves wallets full of money lying around.

I took her hand, on the same side as the pocket she'd put the money in, so she wouldn't try to ditch it if she got suspicious or scared. I'd see that coming in proximity and would easily be able to stop her. I started walking with her toward the door into the Upper-Half of My Wing, and I felt her tense up when she realized where we were going.

Carly worriedly asked, "Where are we going?"

"To my bedroom of course. Where else would I take a girl for sex? You don't expect me to use the bedroom tent do you? Haha."

That seemed reasonable, I seemed relaxed, and trying to get me to change destination would have been silly, so Carly went along with me. She was somewhat nervous though, so I gossiped away aimlessly, about the party and what some people had been doing. By the time we arrived in my room, she was relaxed, believing that this was a perfectly innocent invitation for sex, without any ulterior motive. I took her in my arms and gave her a passionate kiss, which removed the last vestiges of worry. She melted into my arms and we spent an enjoyable thirty seconds kissing.