“Sue, our annual Halloween moon tip is coming up in two months. We better get the invites out.”

“Let’s not invite friends this year, Stuart. Is there a social club or community group we can invite and see how they react?”

“What about our old Mobile Home park community? Do we still have the names from four years ago, Sue? I hated the HOA. Why don’t we invite half of them so the other half will hate them? Revenge is best served cold.”

“The invites would have to be anonymous and go to the youngest members of that pompous group.”

Stuart smiled, “Agreed. Let’s come up with an extra incentive. They remember you as always chatty, so maybe don’t say a word while on the ship. That should rattle them some more.” They spent two days crafting the invite. After using their park list, they drove to the distant park one dark night and slid the invitations under the targeted doors. Pete was first to open his surprise solicitation. It read:

Congratulations. You and your spouse are one of the few couples selected by an anonymous benefactor to attend an adult Halloween party and a trip to the vacated Tranquility Base moon colony. You will never forget the trip or the party.

It is a costume party, but your benefactor will supply monochrome superhero costumes. You are to go to their tailor at the address on the enclosed card by Tuesday, October 27. They will custom-fit your costume and register your acceptance. Space is limited to the first ten couples, so earlier is better. One of your group will win $10,000 in a drawing on the moon. There is also a cash prize for the most entertaining male and female during the party. You need not be a couple.

Pick up your costumes on October 30. A bus will leave from there at noon. Bring your costumes unworn with you. We lift off at 1300. You will meet your benefactors on board.

The guests began arriving at the tailors’ on Tuesday, October 27. Each couple was unnecessarily asked to strip completely, then asked to stroll across the room to see how their joints moved. That was solely for the tailor couple’s entertainment. He closely watched how big naked tits swung. She enjoyed closely watching how cocks, big and small, moved. They had an undisclosed excuse for the nude promenade. Tina enjoyed watching her husband’s dick swell in his slacks. Tom enjoyed watching his wife expose her pussy to the clients as she bent or squatted. Both tailors looked forward to their bawdy evening together.

The tailors took advantage of the naked guests, as they could. He lifted and swayed tits as she lifted balls and jerked cocks. He managed to taste a few pussies as they took the clients’ normal measurements and erogenous ones. Hardly any naked client complained or asked why. Some of the men groped Tina’s commando pussy under her short blue skirt every time she bent over. She didn’t complain either.

The tailors marked male and female mock-up costumes with a big oval from pubes to taints. The female mockups also had wide oval slits above each tit. The tailors refused to explain.

At noon, October 30 friends and strangers rode a bus with their bagged costumes to the spaceport and settled on the old ship. Captain Stuart greeted them, “Welcome aboard the Ancyent Marinere, the first ship powered by the Graviton engine. She was recommissioned as a passenger ship from military duty one hundred years ago, today. She may creak a bit, but she is fully certified for space duty yearly.