Masquerade Ball (closed for BurningMonkey)

[Undercoverseeke]

EDIT: Change of costumes here...

Normally something with the words "charity event" in the title was something Melissa would rather avoid -- not that she didn't like helping people out, but charity events were often thoroughly boring. But when said "charity event" turned out to be a masquerade ball at a nearby glamorous hotel, how could she say no? Especially when Chandra had been able to score them both tickets to the event?

She waved her ticket at the security guard and let someone take her coat, then sashayed into the ballroom, her hips swaying as she went. She felt positively slutty in her costume -- a she-devil costume, with a shiny red half-mask, red horns, red satin dress with a thigh-high skirt and strapless bodice, fishnet stockings, and red heels -- but then, wasn't that half the point of these events anyhow?

Melissa got a drink from the bar and made her way around the room, scoping the venue. She was fully aware that her shapely body -- hourglass-shaped and firm-breasted, easy to see in her skintight ensemble -- was attracting plenty of stares, but she didn't exactly mind it.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Mike stood by the bar, sipping his bourbon and water and looking over the crowd. The same old crowd, for the most part--stodgy older folks with money who were, by and large, not that interesting to talk to. He sighed. He really didn't like attending Gloria's charity events, but she had made such a big deal about it that he'd acquiesced...sometimes it was just easier to go along than it was to fight about it.

A departure from the ordinary way of things, one or more of the organizers had decided that it would make for a more "cosmopolitan" crowd if a block of tickets was given to the local college; the upshot was that the evening was enlivened by the presence of a number of hot, young women parading through the crowd in the somewhat slutty costumes they seemed to assume was the norm for Halloween events. Evidently no one had told them that what passed for "normal" among the college set was decidedly unnormal for this upper-crust crowd. He didn't mind in the least, however. Eye candy was always appreciated, and he had a sweet tooth under any circumstances.

He cursed for the umpteenth time the itchy red Van Dyke goatee that Gloria insist he wear. "It goes with the costume, dear," she had pouted when he balked at wearing it. She had consulted with one of her artsier friends in the theater department to come up with his outfit--a pirate captain's costume, complete with black tights, long red velvet jacket with shiny brass buttons, silk ruffled shirt, sash, and knee-high boots. To complete it, they'd dyed his hair a flaming red, and added a goatee and mustache--also flaming red-- an eye patch, and a rakish three-cornered hat.

At the last minute Gloria had added a half-mask that covered his face from forehead to just below his nose. Standing back to admire her work, she said with a satisfied air, "There! Even your own kids wouldn't recognize you now. Hell, even I have a hard time believing it's you!" He'd glanced in the mirror, and had to admit that was not the man he saw every morning while shaving.

He had thought he would be bored most of the night, left to his own devices as usual while Gloria was off button-holing this or that Important Person, drumming up financial support for The Cause, but when a pretty young blond in a decidedly abbreviated version of a nurse's uniform passed by, he thought to himself, maybe this won't be so bad, after all...

 

[Undercoverseeke]

It didn't take long for Melissa to realize the party was mostly made up of old people... though there were enough of her friends from college here that she figured the night wouldn't be too boring. Still, she doubted there'd be any kegs or drunken shenanigans here... definitely not the strip-poker session she'd seen at the Phi Kappa Kappa party last month...

Oh, look at that. Chandra had already sidled up to a middle-aged (but not bad-looking) guy in what could have been a Game of Thrones outfit -- or just something medieval-ish -- and was getting chummy with him. Maybe a little TOO chummy, since his hand was already on her bare thigh. She had no idea her friend was into older guys like that.

Still, she couldn't deny that there were some hot older men here. Like that guy in the pirate costume by the bar there... not bad-looking, even if the mask and beard hid a lot of his face. Why did a pirate costume need a mask anyhow? Well, who was she to complain about that?

She sauntered up to the bar and leaned against it, smiling up at him. "Would it be inappropriate of me to make a pirate joke right now?" She pitched her voice a little lower than normal, making it husky and (she hoped) sexy. Might as well play her succubus role tonight...

 

[BurningMonkey]

Mike glanced down at the sweet, luscious young thing that had just spoken to him. His eyes drifted from her face down to her impressive cleavage, amply revealed by her leaning posture on the bar--which he was pretty certain was deliberate, since she didn't move even though she must have seen his eyes wander.

Damn! he thought. I wish they'd built them like that when I was in school... He thought for just a split second about making a comment about how "horny" she was, but decided against it--too corny, and maybe too soon...

"There be no inappropriate pirate jokes, my dear. Arrgh!" he answered, in his best fake pirate accent. When he was a kid, he'd watched Treasure Island a hundred times, and practiced Long John Silver's accent in front of a mirror, he'd liked it that much. Even after all these years he still loved it, and this was the perfect opportunity to slip into it.

"Would ye be needin' a drink fer the tellin' o' this tale, matey? Barkeep!" he fake-shouted, turning to the bartender. "A mug o' rum fer me lass, 'ere.."

Turning back the Hotness, he asked, "This 'ere joke--it wouldn't be one o' them 'why'd the pirate cross the road' sort, would it? Arrgh..."

 

[Undercoverseeke]

Truth be told, she didn't mind the wandering eyes. If her ensemble got that sort of reaction, it meant it was doing its job right. She smirked a bit as she accepted the drink from the bartender. Technically she wouldn't be of legal age to drink for another year, but so long as they weren't bothering to card people, who cared?

"Thanks, Captain," she said with a chuckle as she drank. "And please, nothing so cheesy. I was just wondering if it's true that pirates like their... booty."

And with a giggle she turned around to model her ass for him, a curvaceous one that was perfectly accented with a curling devil's tail -- part of the costume. Whoever had designed this had really gone all out on it, she'd give them that much.

Normally she wasn't this much of a flirt... but something about wearing a mask seemed to give her license to cut loose. And besides, wasn't a little devilish behavior perfect?

 

[BurningMonkey]

When she bent over, she displayed a delicious expanse of creamy thigh between the hem of the very short skirt and the tops of her red patterned hose, with the two red garters stretching from the tops of the stockings to disappear tantalizingly underneath the dress. From his vantage, Mike could just see the lower curve of her ass cheeks; no panties in evidence.

He wondered, thong, or commando? The thought made his pecker, which had been twitching, rise to half-staff.

The invitation had been made: dare he move to accept? He glanced around the room quickly--no Gloria in evidence. He looked down again and put out his hand, cupping one cheek and rubbing it in a little circle. "Aye," he said, "and 'tis fine booty, indeed..."

"Ah, but we pirates do more than love booty," he continued in his Long John Silver voice. Dropping the volume, he continued. "We love lookin' fer hidden treasure..." he slipped his fingers briefly into the gap between her thighs, then withdrew his hand.

"Oh, but yer a saurcy wench, you are; and cruel...temptin' a man what's been at sea and seen nary a glimpse of a woman fer weeks at a time. A cruel, horny" (this was the time for it) "she-devil, right enough! Yer have me mast stanin' stiff into the wind, so ye do, and I've a mind ta blindfold ye and make ye walk the plank! Argghh!"

 

[Undercoverseeke]

She half-expected the hand on her ass... she hadn't quite expected the groping to go further, and she half-yelped at that. She did quickly turn around and grin at him to show no hard feelings, however. At this kind of party, groping was expected... and to be honest, it was even kind of a turn-on. Especially from a masked stranger...

"But Captain, it's my job," she teased back, keeping her voice husky. "A succubus gets her thrills from teasing lonely men... and tempting them into sin." She gave him her best seductive look. "Though I'd think a pirate is no stranger to sin, hmmm?"

She took a step closer to him, her lovely breasts almost brushing against his chest. "If you want to be... tempted further... come and find me..."

 

[BurningMonkey]

Mike felt his hard-on spring to full life at the tone of her voice, the invitation it held, and the marvelous vista down her cleavage, which was perfectly placed for his viewing...

He reached to his waist with one hand and undid the sash, which was simply tucked into itself. With one hand he spun her around, and with the other he whipped the sash around her head, covering her eyes. He deftly tied it off in the back; she was effectively blindfolded.

"Arrghh! That's it, lass...ye've gone to far! It's the plank fer ye, fer certain!" Grasping her shoulders, he began steering her through the crowd. Leaning in close to her ear, he whispered, "Take it off anytime, if you're uncomfortable, but I hope you don't. It'll be fun."