Party in the mountain Air

[Salacious_D]

OOC:

The idea is that I ('The Hostess') am hosting a debaucherous party. I will play the hostess (obviously), and also the manservants and maids who will attend to my guests.

The party is to be in my mountain retreat, and I am looking forward to my guests arriving so I may defile them.

IC:

-the door bell rings-

I look up and toss my hair.

'would you be so kind and answer the door, Felicia'.

Felicia dutifully goes to the hallway and opens the door. I follow, my silk satin dress swooshing as I go....

 

[The Preacher]

OOC : Ben Austin, 34 year old bachelor. Ben's father was a hard working, self made man who was a friend to all, and extremely wealthy. Ben himself, however, has not gained any of these qualities, and is considered arrogant, lazy and extremely selfish. Ben is living off his father's inheritance, and has left a string of disgruntled women in his path. He is tall, with hard features and cold eyes. Ben was invited out of respect for his father, though he imagines that he was not expected to come. It is safe to say that Ben was perhaps the least welcome guest at the Hostess' party. She is familiar with Ben's sexual history, and his complete lack of a conscience. For these reasons, Ben was shocked when the invitation arrived; curiousity and spite dragged him here to this isolated though elaborate, building.

IC : I waited impatiently for the door to open, and when it did, I marched straight into the house, right past the help and the Hostess. I looked at the interior critically and smirked.

"This is all a bit ostentatious isn't it?" I waved my hand as I spoke. Finally I turned and faced her, a smug grin plastered on my face.

OOC : Hope this is something like you were expecting.

 

[The Preacher]

This has been rather underwhelming

 

[Salacious_D]

The Hostess allowed a smile to come across her face, the rest of it remained expressionless.

She Felt his eyes run up her thigh revealed in the slit of her dress cut up to her hip. She felt his eyes slide up the silk pressing against her tight stomach and to her bust bursting from her undersized bra. His eyes rolled up ivory skin neck and face, across her claret red lips and meet her emerald eyes.

A flush of pleasure poured through her, though she did not show it. She looked across at the help, standing quietly behind Mr Austin in a short cotton dress, with golden belt wrapped tightly round her waist atop white strapped heels.

'Show Mr Austin into the drawing room would you Felicia'. The help complied....

 

[The Preacher]

My question went unanswered and it irritated me greatly. Nevertheless, I followed the young servant through the various corridors of the house, my eyes occasionally dropping to the girl's upper thighs, some two inches where the stocking stopped and the exceptionally brief skirt began. As for myself, I was dressed in a gunmetal suit, pure wool, tailor made in Italy. 42 across the chest, 35 on the waist. Underneath I wore a bright blue silk shirt and lime green tie.

I always had my own style. But would this walk never end! Finally I found myself in the drawing room, so I was told. It was dotted with chairs, as ostentatious and contemptable as the rest of the house. Including the hostess...ah yes, the hostess. She had always hated me, and that sat strangely with me. Hate was so passionate, so enigmatic, so intense.

I found myself staring into space, my mind going back to the vision of her in the door. She looked, different somehow. I didn't know quite what to make of the whole situation, but the girls incessant, frightened stammering brought me back to the situation.

"Sir, are you sick?"

"No, no, just thinking my dear." I said as I placed a hand around her waist. "Say;" I whispered in her ear, "would you call your mistress? What kind of a host would leave her guests alone with the help."

She was shivering, she couldn't have been a day over nineteen. I slid my hand under her skirt and rubbed my middle finger over her panties and laughed arrogantly.

"Get her for me." I demanded.

OOC : Sorry for the dickheadesque post before,

 

[Bengal52]

Chris Thompson

OOC: 19 year old virgin. Was invited because of his brother, a well know customer of a brothel in town. Just starting college. Short military cut red hair. Very muscular. But strangely shy. Loves nature. Very polite.

IC: He slow opened the door and walked over to the hostess. "I'm Chris. My brother gave me this invitation. I hope it was meant for me."

The hostess smiles. "It was."

"Thank you very much. I hope I'm not a bother."