The Chyoo Ball

[daciasdesire]

Dacia stepped through the curtins and onto the ball room floor. She had receieved the invite to The First Annual Chyoo Ball in the mail a couple of days ago and had been looking forward to meeting her fellow writters ever since.

Hmmn... looks like she was the first to arrive. Perhaps she should quickly duck off to the toilet to check her apperance before anyone else arrived, she thought to herself. No! Stop obsessing, you look fine in your ankle length black ball gown. The splitt up one side shows off your smooth long legs. The spagetti straps shoulders show off your wonderful tanned skin. The fact that the dress was back-less down to a few centimetres above her butt, well, that was just to show off really.

Ohh well, Dacia thought, nothing to do but spike the punch and wait for the other guests to arrive. I hope the band is going to good.....

 

[kendahl6969]

'nother Chyoo baller

Receiving my invite for the Chyoo Ball, I at first wondered if it might be clothing optional, considering the site sponsoring is a collection of erotic stories, but after reading further, I decided formal was probably the way to go. Rereading the invite, I wonder if this is being done to atone for the lack of attention displayed on the site of late. Maybe the powers that be will be making a big announcement there.

Not one for wearing these monkey suits, I decided on a black jacket and slacks with a long silver tie and vest, the collar raised on the formal shirt. It didn't make this forty-three year-old look like a penguin, though it couldn't help the glasses and thinning, greying hair. We'll try and go for 'distinguished'.

I enter via a side entrance and first come upon the punch bowl. I fill the glass with the ladle and find what looks like fruit punch seems to have a slight aftertaste. Methinks it's something more.

I notice the dance floor, and take another long sip, hoping to avoid that area, knowing I have two left feet. Behind and above the floor is a stage, bustling with what looks like the first of a few bands readying, judging by the roadies finishing their unloading at one side of the stage.

I can't help but wonder, based on the sponsor, if a band a webmodel liked would make an appearance. The Swollen Members. Right now, an unseen DJ starts playing CDs.

Smiling at the thought, I almost drop my drink when I see a young beauty enter the colored lights shining down on the parquet floor.

She wears a long black gown cut down to there and slit up to there, revealing plenty of tan bare flesh. Sexy yet elegant, kind of the way my fellow chyooers had defined what they thought the authoress named daciasdesire would look like. I wonder if it is her. I look around, finding us alone for the moment. I am eager to meet all my fellow chyooers in person.

 

[niceguy2002tim]

Great Balls of Chyoo.

I woke up early this morning, covered in sweat from the dream I’d just had. It was one of the most erotic dreams of my life and the tented blanket seemed to confirm that. For a minute I sat there naked, only my lower half covered up with a sheet. I tried to reflect on the dream, but it quickly melted away. Instead of trying to go back to sleep, I went out to check the mail. The box only contained one discreet brown envelope, which for some reason held promise. I quickly tore it open and my eyes widened as I read the invitation. Chyoo was holding a ball for all the members of the site to come and meet with one another.

I slipped into my best casual suit; it consisted of a pair of black trousers a blazer, and a dark blue dress shirt. I spent a few minutes in the bathroom spiking my hair up with gel then I looked into the mirror and winked at myself. When I arrived at the place it seemed a little deserted. There were a few vehicles and most of them looked like they belonged to the setup crew. I entered the hall and noticed it was amazing decorated. Just inside the entrance, was a table with nametags and other information. Neatly placed on the table was the program for the night. I filled through it and saw there would be awards as well as some type of entertainment. I felt a little dorky sporting a name tag that read “Hello, my name is… Niceguy2002tim” but everybody else would have one too.

Further into the hall was a long table covered in cold cuts, with a big punch bowl on the end. I helped myself to the punch and it was delicious! I almost gulped down my entire glass, before raising my eyes to the room. That was when I saw the girl. I watched her walk across this huge room; she was wearing a long, sexy black dress, with her almost naked back to me. I started to walk in her direction when I noticed something that she had dropped on the floor. I bent and quickly snatched it up from the ground; it was a piece of paper. I quickly unfolded it and read what was printed on it.

Hello, my name is…

 

[daciasdesire]

Dacia felt a moment of guilt about tipping the entire bottle of Bacardi into the punch but it passed. Should liven things up in any case.

Looking up to see if anyone had seen her Dacia noticed that she wasn't the only one in the hall. A distinguished looking gentlemen was looking at her from near the stage and a younger man was also regarding her from the recently spiked punch ball. Both of them were dressed smartly and yet casually. Dacia suddenly felt extremely over dressed for the ocasion. Perhaps the ballgown had been a touch over doing it. Oh well, better overdressed than underdressed, or should that be better undressed than underdressed.....

"My God" Dacia thought to herself. Theyve both got there name tags on. Where on earth had she stuck hers? She must have dropped it. Could she sneak back over the nametag table and pilffer another, perhaps "Hi My Name Is Ooohkitty" or something like that. Hmmmn better not to with the attention she was gannering already.

Dacia decided that she would just act casual for now and worry about the nametag later. That left her with the choice of which of the two bacholers she would introduce herself to first. Then again she was the female her, just let them see who had the courage to approach her first........

 

[kendahl6969]

"but call me Ed"

I just finish adding, "but call me Ed!" to the bottom of my "MY Name Is.. Kendahl6969" adhesive nametag with a red marker I found on a tabletop. Who knew this hotmail anagram I came up with would get such use, and end up with me being 'Ken' so many places. Oh well..

I look to the beauty in the black gown and see she had just lost something to the dance floor. As I head towards the fallen paper, a new entrant to the ballroom dips down to retrieve it.

I notice, before he stands back up, that his own tag says 'niceguy2002tim'. Nice to place a person with the name, even if he has beaten me to the leggy lass' dropped item.

I casually continue to walk in her direction, close enough to look over Tim's shoulder to see what it was he had picked up. It was her nametag he was holding. And on it, it read "daciasdesire."

So it was her, I thought, allowing a smile to come to my lips. I took another long swig of the punch, now able to feel the burn of the alcohol hidden in the fruity beverage.

 

[niceguy2002tim]

Where is Everybody?

I watched with a disappointed look on my face as the man with the words “just call me Ed,” written in red on his name-tag made it to the girl first. Suddenly it was clear to me that the three of us were the only ones at the Chyoo Ball. I made a quick wish that somebody else would show up soon, so we wouldn’t look like total dorks.

After deciding I didn’t want to be alone I made my way over to the couple. They both looked in my direction and waited for me to greet them. “I believe you lost this?” I smiled holding the name-tag out to Dacia. She giggled and took it from me. “I’m too sexy for my name tag,” she sang. That caused Ed to laugh this time. “I have to agree with that one,” he responded charmingly.

“So where is everybody?” I asked, hearing my voice echo in the empty room.

“It’s a bugger, isn’t it?” Dacia said in her down under accent.

“I am sure in an hour or so this place will be jumping,” Ed responded. “In the mean time I’m just going to enjoy the punch.”

“It’s good stuff,” I agreed taking the final drink from my cup.

Dacia started to laugh, and I noticed a naughty gleam in her eyes. “Drink up boys,” she said.

I reached into my blazer and brought out the program. I looked it over quickly then glanced up to Ed and Dacia. “It says there are going to be awards handed out. Do you guys know anything about that?” I asked.

 

[Ooohkitty]

She was there pacing in front of her baby blue F150.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.

"Oh this is stupid, Christy, just go inside already." she mumbled to herself.

She pulled down the hem of her black tango tank dress. The swoop style cut showing off her ample... um ampleness.

"Okay let's go..."

She walks to the front door of the hall.
Pauses.
And walks right back to her truck.

"Ahh damn it damn it damn it"

She reaches into her purse looking for her keys.

She pulls out the brown envelope that came to her door a few days ago. Opening it again quickly she reads the invite.

"How the hell did they even find me" she says standing back in front of her truck looking at the front door then the truck.

Then the front door

Then the truck.

Then the front door.

She shoves the Invite back into her purse.

"Ugh why the hell am I so nervous" She says pounding her fists against her forehead.

"Maybe because you haven't written a damn thing in Chyoo for over a year and you kind of have become a punch line" she tells herself

She thinks with a smirk that she has to start cutting down on the sarcasm. It's pretty bad when you become sarcastic to yourself.

She begins the slow walk to the door again.

This time she cracks open the door smelling rich mixtures of fresh colognes and perfumes.

She whispers to herself "Okay Christy you can do this"

Walks over to the table see nametags and a marker she quickly writes Christy....

Then tears it up

"Tonight I'm Kitty" she says with a smile

And slowly writes out in big fluffy writing Ooohkitty.

Grabs a program and before opening it starts rolling it up nervously as she steps into the main hall and looks around.

Or that's at least what her mind wanted her to do...

Her feet on the other hand are still firmly planted in front of the greeting table just staring at the double doors that lead to the main hall.

"Damnit Christy what would Kitty do..."

A Wild smile crossed her lips.

She hiked up her dress a bit and walked into the main room of the hall and...

 

[Zingiber]

A little overdressed?

Zingiber rolled his shoulders again and squinted into the mirror in the vestibule next to the ballroom. "Feels a little funny," he muttered to himself. The drape of the suit jacket was as good as they'd said, the slacks were first-rate, and they had been very accommodating about the tie. He adjusted his opal cufflinks again, and straightened the clip on his bola tie, the two waxed cords tipped by silver ferrules hanging down his chest. He patted his breast pocket, making sure there was a pen and some cards inside.

"Don't worry, sir," they'd said when he told them he was going to a party, and there might be dancing. "Our suits are very, very durable."

He coughed and stepped up to the greeting table, took a nametag, wrote his name and sketched a little picture on it, and stepped into the main hall, stopping just inside to survey the scene.

There were a few people standing about chatting near the punchbowl, and a low stage with a lectern and microphone set up to one side. He blinked his eyes at the garish, sparkly background. Las Vegas meets the Academy Awards, he thought.

An earnest young woman in a slinky black gown stepped up and pressed a cup of punch on him. He smiled and thanked her, squinting for her nametag...none? He opened his mouth to introduce himself and ask her name...

At that moment, someone in the lights booth decided to take the house lights down a notch and turn the spotlights onto the mirror ball which floated over the dance floor. And not just a mirror ball... a prism ball! Little rainbows swam and danced all over the room. He halted, hypnotized.

And was bowled over from behind by a woman in a low-cut black dress, splashing his drink over the nice young woman who brought him the punch and sending him to the floor.

"Oof!" he said.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry!" the woman who had bumped him said, bending down over him. He carefully looked her in the eyes rather than in the dress.

"No, don't mention it..." his eyes strayed to the dress. "Ooohkitty! I'm so happy you made it to the ball," he said. "Good to see you back."

"Let me help you up," she said. She gave him her hand, and he rose to his feet. "Zingiber?" she said, and smiled. "Nice to, um," she giggled, "run into you. Cool tie."

"Good thing this is black," said the woman without the nametag, looking down with a crooked smile as she dabbed at her dress with a cocktail napkin. "Wait a minute, didn't you do this to the media teacher in The Choices We Make?"

"I'm so sorry," Zingiber said to her. "I meant to follow up on that thread, but never got the right inspiration."

"Hmmph," she said. She squinted at the clasp on his bola tie. "Is that real?"

A large pearl nestled in a mother-of-pearl oyster shell on the clasp of the tie. "They said so at the shop," Zingiber said. "I am sorry, I hope I can make it up to you somehow."

"Bit much, that tie," she said. "Well, you're here. Let me check on the boys, I expect they're getting into trouble," she said. She pranced off toward the punchbowl.

Zingiber smiled at Ooohkitty. "I am happy you could make it. Maybe we should make the rounds and see who's here," he said. He offered his arm.

"Dacia!" Ooohkitty called after her. "You've got your nametag on your..."

 

[kendahl6969]

+ 2 more!

While standing with Dacia and Tim by the punchbowl table, I notice a stream of light piercing through the darkened end of the hall from the entrance vestibule. It seems we three won't be the only ones to attend the Chyoo Ball after all.

I turn to the twin doors, and see a most definitely female silhouette framed by the light. The doors close behind her and she begins to head our way.

The colored stage lights now light her way as she approaches with a sexy strut, and I can only assume this bodacious vixen is the one and only ooohkitty. Of course, this isn't bold conjecture, since she is the only other female to frequent the chyoo2 boards besides the nearby Dacia.

I notice another gentleman approach the table in a suit and bola tie as well. All of a sudden, a comedy of errors ensues.

The everthoughtful Dacia leaves our little group to hand the new entrant a cup of punch when a prismatic ball is lit over the dance floor, causing a disorienting pattern of rainbows to swirl through the hall. The thankful gentleman is rear-ended from behind by the woman I assume to be Christy.

He is knocked to the floor, spilling his drink on the sexy Aussie's evening gown in the process. I try to hide a grin, now that I am close enough to make out the new female entrant's nametag.

'Only Christy!' I think, as I head to the three to see if I can be of assistance. I see Dacia has somehow managed to get her errant white nametag stuck on her pert butt as she dabs at the spill with some napkins...

 

[niceguy2002tim]

Bachelor auction!

I was grinning from ear to ear as I walked back to the punch bowl. I had managed to stick Dacia’s nametag on her arse, without her knowing. I wondered how long she’d have it on her bottom before somebody would mention it to her.

As I filled my glass of punch a young woman with ample breasts in a black tango tank dress walked by without even seeing me. I could tell she was trying to build herself up to this and it was taking some effort. A couple minutes and another cup of punch later a fellow dressed to the nines entered the hall. I gave him a nod. It was one of those nods guys give each other that seems to substitute for the whole “hey, how’s it going, good,” conversation.

After I finished my fourth glass of punch I am feeling pretty good and ready to party. When I walk back into the main hall I see most of the Chyoo Ball guest in a heap on the floor. For some reason I start to laugh and can’t quite force myself to stop. I stand back for a few minutes and hope nobody catches me laughing. 15 or 20 minutes have passed since the fit of laughing and now the room is filling up nicely.

A spotlight beams onto the stage and a mysterious man steps out from behind a curtain. He has a cape wrapped around himself, and is wearing a strange looking hat. Then I notice half of his face is hidden behind a mask. “Hello Chyoo’ers! I am the Phantom Moderator,” he says. “I hate to interrupt, but it’s time for the bachelor auction! Get ready ladies because here’s your first hunk…”

 

[gystex]

One thought dominated my mind as I leapt up the stairs to the hotel, taking them three at a time and cursing the the slippery soles of my patent-leather shoes that prevented me from moving any faster.

I was really, really late.

Of course, it wasn't my damn fault, what with the mix-up at the airport that ended in a full strip search (fortunately, the word that I was not a terrorist came through before they got to body cavities). Then there was the lost baggage, the trouble with the rental car, the lousy instructions to the hotel, and on top of it all I hadn't had sex in what felt like hours.

In any event, I had finally made it to the hotel, and burst into the lobby panting as if I had just had the blowjob of the decade. As late as I was, I took a moment to catch my breath and ensure that my escorts for the evening were still there. Fortunately, the promise of an extra tip had kept them around, and I found them by the entrance to the ballroom.

"Trixie and Tina?" I asked.

The two women in matching cocktail dresses stood up. "Yes," they said in unison.

"Forgive me, but I just want to make sure my request was received. You are, indeed, uninhibited bisexual nymphomaniacs?"

They smiled and nodded, then gave each other a quick kiss on the lips.

"Great!" I checked my overcoat and took a moment to look over my appearance in the full-length mirror. I had selected an all-black outfit for the evening, slacks and a turtleneck, and dark glasses. I wasn't quite ready to show my face as Gystex yet, but perhaps before the evening was over I'd ditch the shades.

With a stunning babe on each arm and a smile on my face, I entered the ballroom. It occurred to me that the invitation hadn't said anything about bringing a guest, and there was every chance that the girls wouldn't be welcome, but it's not like they were really my dates. More like accessories. For tonight, I wasn't a married man with a child who worked as a computer tech - I was The Mysterious Gystex, erotic author and connoisseur of sapphic sex. It therefore seemed perfectly appropriate for me to show up with a couple of lesbians.

Much to my relief, the party seemed to be just getting started. I came in just in tme to see a spotlight hit the stage and the lights go down, which was a pity because I ended up making my entrance in the dark. Ah well, all the more mysterious.

Which brings me to the present moment.

I get a drink for myself (Long Island Iced Tea) and for my girls (martintis) and stand by the dance floor where we can see the stage. A pretty girl runs by on the way to the punchpowl, and I notice her nametag, which is inexplicably stuck to her bottom, reads "Dacia". Deciding that I'd rather talk to her than listen to the guy in the stupid hat up on the stage, I indicate to my ladies that I'll be right back and go to head Dacia off at the punchbowl.

 

[lostandfounder]

Figures.

Driving wildly through the streets, I somehow manage to get my vest on while running a brush through my long unkempt hair. Damn it, I think to myself, I’m so frickin’ late. Suddenly I see the banquet hall and slam on the brakes. Unfortunetly, my car stops about a foot late, and I hit the back of a truck park out front.

“Oh, please don’t let that be a girl’s.” I curse and I throw open the door. Kicking off my sneakers, I hop from foot to foot putting on my dress shoes. The truck only has a good scratch, but my front fender is smashed. Figures.

I run up the steps and enter the building. In the lobby see a couple of signs. One points to an elegant ballroom and says “Chyoo Ball”. The other points to a slightly less elegant ballroom and says “Chyoo Crosovar 2”. I follow the former.

Man, I hope this isn’t going to be a formal thing. My invite must have gotten lost in the mail, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. But I’m a Chyoo-person type. I may not have an avatar yet, but I don’t think anyone will notice. I grab a nametag and scribble on Lostandfound(er). How the hell did I end up with two names anyway?

I stop and look in a mirror just before I enter the ballroom. Shoes, check. Black slacks, check. Tastefully busy silk shirt, check. Black silk vest that I now wish I hadn’t brought, check. Beard, nicely trimmed. Hair, as good as it’s going to get. I walk to the ballroom door. I take a deep breath and I wait. What if I’m too late? What if I’m underdressed? What if they don’t respect an underpaid phone monkey? I stumble inside as an unseen person pushes me through the door.

When I get my balance, I look around to try and find an Emcee, but nobody seems to be running the place. I notice a group of people gathered around a punch bowl. Gathering my courage I walk up.

I tap a stunningly curvaceous woman on her shoulder. “Hi, I’m lostandfound. Can you tell me whose truck is out front?”

She turns around. I see her nametag says Ooohkitty. She smiles at me and my heart skips a beat. “Hi, Lostandfound, It’s mine, why do you ask?”

Figures. I manage a smile, “Oh, I saw it and really liked it. Just wondering.”

She politely smiles back and goes back to talking to a guy wearing a rather garish bola tie.

I turn toward a gentleman on my right who seems to be laughing hysterically for no apparent reason. I cautiously stick out my hand, “Hi, I’m lostandfound.”

He wipes away tears from his eyes, “Nice to meet you lostandfound, I’m niceguy2002tim. Surprised you made it. Here, have some punch.”

 

[niceguy2002tim]

Panic!

“Nice to meet you lostandfound, I’m Niceguy2002tim. Surprised you made it. Here, have some punch,” I said to the gentleman who had cautiously put his hand out to me. “My name’s actually Tim, if you like that better?” I add.

On the stage the man cleared his throat and began to talk again. “Let’s get this bachelor auction kicked off! Get your money out ladies because our first bachelor comes all the way from Ontario, Canada.”

My first thought was that there was somebody else from my home province here tonight. My second thought was panic. I had a brief flash back of looking at the invitation and reading the section about the auction. Had I accidentally check ‘yes’ to participate, rather than no?

The phantom moderator continued. “Around Chyoo we all know him as… Niceguy2002tim! So come on up here, bachelor # 1.”

The panic had really sunk in now and I was terrified about getting up on the stage. Then I started telling myself he had said some other name and it wasn’t me.

“I believe that’s you,” Lostandfound(er) pointed out, confirming it was me.

To make things worse and solidify things the spot light circled around the room and light me up. “Ughh…” I managed to say as I am guided to the stage by two Chyoo Staffers. The panic becomes even worse when I am on the stage looking out over the other members. From the back of the room comes a whistling, and it actually helps take the edge off. Followed by the whistle are applause and cheers.

“Alright ladies, let’s start the bidding!” says the moderator.

 

[lostandfounder]

I watch as Tim is escorted up on stage. I talk out of the corner of my mouth to the figure beside me. “Look at him. Poor guy, like a deer in the headlights of a truck.” I shake my head. “Did they say he’s from Canada? Guess that explains the helpful nature and overall politeness.” I pause and then add, “It doesn’t explain the laughing, though. Myself, I’m from Minnesota.” I turn and ask, “Where are you from?”

It’s only then that I realize that I’ve been talking to a punch bowl.

I act cool and walk away. I try to walk up to a gorgeous woman with a twinkle in her eyes and a nametag on her butt, but a suave looking man dressed entirely in black beats me to her. Figures. However, I see that he has left a pair of very sexy woman unescorted and go up to introduce myself.

“Hello ladies,” I say in a cool a voice as I can manage. They giggle and say hello back. “I notice that Tim hasn’t received any bids yet. He’s really starting to sweat up there. What’s say one of you buy him and the other one can hook up with me.”

The two giggle again and one says, “We’re not really into men besides Gystex.” They both look over with big doe eyes at the man in black. The other elaborates, “We’re lesbians.”

Lesbians...figures.

 

[gystex]

On my way to the punchbowl, I couldn't help but notice that someone had taken an interest in my "dates". They had been well-paid to be at my beck and call for the evening, so I wasn't concerned about whether they'd wander off with someone else. Still, I was curious about this guy, and Dacia seemed to be in the middle of something.

To my nonsurprise, the guy was chatting up my girls, and they turned him down politely. I didn't recognize him (of course, I'd never seen any of these people in the flesh) but since Tim had been yanked onto the stage, Dacia wasn't available, and everyone else seemed engaged in conversation, I decided to introduce myself.

"Hi girls," I said as I came back to the table. "Say, Tina, doesn't Trixie look just delicious tonight?"

"Uh-huh!" Tina said enthusiastically, and began to nibble on Trixie's earlobe.

"They'll be busy with that for a while," I said to the guy. "Hi. I'm Gystex. Forgive my friends, they're not much for conversation."

"Lostandfounder," he replied, shaking my hand.

I snapped my fingers. "Yeah, Venus Rising, right? I like that one. As soon as we're done here, I've got some further plans for it."

Behind us, Trixie and Tina began to passionately kiss each other's lips.

"Have you had the chance to look over Love Under GrAy skies?" he asked, obviously happy to discuss his work.

"You know, it's almost too well-written for CHYOO," I said with a smirk. "Most of what you see around here is pretty simplistic: Guy meets girl, guy fucks girl, guy meets another girl, guy fucks the other girl, girl fucks the other girl... you know, fairly basic stuff. The concept of a story with an atmosphere is fairly rare."

Off to the right, someone opened the bidding for Tim at $25. I imagined my turn on stage would come eventually, and I wasn't sure I wanted to be up there or not.

"Admittedly, it hasn't seen a lot of response," L&F said.

"I'll see if I can't do something about that," I replied. "Noir isn't my particular forte, but I think I can find the voice. It's an interesting challenge."

 

[lostandfounder]

I say to Gystex, "Thanks for the compliments. I've read your work and really enjoyed it as well. "Doing the Sorority" is absolutly brillant. Anything you can contribute would be more than welcome."

A bid of fifty dollars goes out for Tim, and he starts to lossen up on stage. "Uh, oh." I say, "I hope he doesn't start trying to 'work it' up there."

I glance over at daciasdesire and Ooohkitty. "I wish I had some way to break the ice, without breaking a truck."

Gystex says, "What do mean?"

"Nothing," I reply. Then a idea pops into my head. I whip out a sketch book and start drawing.

The man in the bola tie walks up to me and asks, "Hi, I'm Zingiber."

"Lostandfound." I repond not looking up at him. "Wait, Zingiber? 'In From the Snow' and 'When the Cat's Away', right?"

"Among others, yes." He replies.

"I love your style, in my opinion it's very smooth."

"Thanks." He says, "I have to ask, where did you pull the sketch book from? You didn't walk in with one."

I freeze, a blank stare comes over my face. "I have no idea." I resume drawing, "Probably best not to think of it."

"What are you doing?" asks Gystex.

"I'm drawing a picture of the Dacia and Kitty." I respond.

"Why?"

"Didn't you ever see Titanic? If you draw a picture of a girl, she'll love you and you'll live happily ever after."

The two authors look questioningly a each other. "Did you ever watch the entire movie?" asks Zingiber.

"Come on, it's like four hours long," I reply, "Besides, it's like ever other romntic comedy."

I quickly finish the sketches, "A little rough, but do you think it looks like them?"

 

[Zingiber]

Zingiber looks at lostandfounder's notebook. "Quite nice!" he says. "Especially the attitude." He fishes in his pockets. "Didn't I bring a pen and some cards..."

He looks up at Dacia and Ooohkitty with a smile, then resumes rifling through his pockets.

"Wonder what he meant about the truck," he mutters.

 

[niceguy2002tim]

Somebody save me...

The announcer smiles at me, then turns to the crowd and starts the bidding. At first I was as stiff as a board, not in the good way either. Then a beautiful blonde woman raises her hand setting the bidding price at $25. I wink in her direction, hoping to be going with this woman tonight. The shame of only being auctioned off at $25 would be just fine with me. While waiting to see if there are any more bids, I decide to take a closer look at the blonde.

She is stunningly beautiful in her tight red dress. On her feet are matching red, high heeled shoes. The dress she is wearing is the kind that has narrow straps and ties together hind the neck. The woman’s breasts are barely concealed behind her breast, and an ample amount of cleavage spills out in the middle. I slip my eyes over her curvy body to her long, milky legs. The red dress has a long slit up the side that starts at the hip and goes all he way down to her ankles.

I start to imagine her sitting on a bed and me on my knees on the floor in front of her. Slowly I slide my hand up her leg, caressing every inch of it as I part the slit in the dress. I lean in and kiss my way up her leg, following my soft, stroking hand. Her skin feels amazing under my finger tips; it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My lips carefully move up her leg, leaving little puffs of warm breath between kisses. As I place another kiss I look up to see her reach behind her neck with both hands and free the constraints of the dress. It flows smoothly down her chest, while my eyes dazzle at her breasts still hidden behind the red fabric. The blonde moves her hand on to the dress and is about to pull if free of her breasts when I hear “$50!”.

Suddenly my sexy daydream washes away and I am back in front of all those people at the Chyoo Ball. My eyes scan the room, moving from the sexy blonde in the red dress to the new bidder. “GOOD GOD!” I scream. I glance around, apparently nobody has heard my horror. The new bidder is this old wrinkly lady with silvery-white hair. She is old enough to be most of these people’s grandmother. She is hunched over with her hand raised barely above her shoulders. When she notices me looking at her she brings her left hand to her mouth and parts the fingers in a V-shape. Terror grips me as I watch her stick her tongue out and wig it between the V of her fingers.

I swallow hard then whisper, “somebody save me…,” as my eyes dart back and forth between the beautiful women in the room.

 

[kendahl6969]

a former member?

I had refilled my tumbler with punch and couldn't help but notice a gorgeous young lady who couldn't have been more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. I wondered, as I filled a glass for her, if she was old enough to drink the spiked punch.

I thought I had my answer when she turned to take the beverage from my hand and I read her nametag. It was lettered 'gorgeousgirl'. This blonde beauty was the originator of the 'Lucy' threads I had taken over from the also departed 'goldfinger'.

As I gazed into her crystalline blue eyes, I told her how I tried to extend her abandoned threads. She told me she had been booted from the site for being underage. ''But that was two years ago, and now I'm legal!'' she winked. "I'm surprised they sent me an invite though! Mustn't have got my name crossed off the list, heehee!"

I gulped a little, admiring her lithe frame in her glittery silver slipdress.

The emcee's announcements got my attention and I turned to watch the beginning of the auction.

Tim seemed to have a faraway look in his eyes after a sexy blonde a few feet from me made the first bid. That look quickly disappeared when the next bidder spoke up. The blood seemed to drain from his face as we both saw the hunched-over woman eyeing him.

I just couldn't let the poor guy be won by the old crone. Hoping nobody would get the wrong idea, I piped up with a bid.

"$75" I cried out, hoping to start a bidding war.

"$100" came a cry from beside me. I looked at the little blonde as she smiled at me. It was then I remembered it was he who told me what had happened to the absent 'gorgeousgirl'. Seemed he was right.

 

[AaronWebster]

Late again

Exhausted after a long day, Aaron forces open the door, pushing aside the pile of mail that’s waiting for him (he’s not been away that long, he’s just normally too lazy to pick up the post when it arrives). Suddenly, one letter in particular catches his eye. A discreet brown envelope. He opens it up:

“The First Annual Chyoo Ball”

Damn! Its today! (kind of).

Aaron charges upstairs. Checks himself in the mirror:-
Hair – brown
Eyes – brown
Coffee stain – br…

Gaah!! Aaron runs into the bedroom. Where are my shirts? Where are my shirts? What has she done with my shirts?!? I am going to give her such a spanking!

Oh, yeah, they’re in the wardrobe.

Calmer now, Aaron returns the bathroom. Looks again in the mirror. Mid-thirties, medium height. Not too fat, not too thin. Mr Average strikes again.


Arriving at the venue, Aaron notes first the table with the nametags on it. “Hi My Name Is… AaronWebster” is not difficult to find. Its right up there near the start. There is a bewilderingly large number of them, but he guesses most of them will never be picked up. Aaron wonders vaguely what happens about those authors with more than one ID. Will lilguy for instance be wearing 2 badges, or 3? Or more? And will there be a punch up if Lilguy 2 turns up?

More importantly, will there be any women here? He looks again at the badges and is encouraged to see that Dacia’s and Oookitty’s are not there. They at least must be at the Chyoo Ball he thinks hopefully (and they can chew my balls any day, he adds mischievously sniggering at his typically British smutty double entendre) (thank goodness, Christy and Dacia can’t read my thoughts, he further thinks).

Hearing a cry of “$75”, followed by a feminine “$100”, Aaron’s curiousity gets the better of him and he enters the hall.

 

[niceguy2002tim]

SOLD!

*Writer’s Note: I am changing my original point of view from first to third to match most other writers. - Tim*

Tim folded his fingers into fists and squeezed, digging his nails into his palms. He was afraid that his fate for the night was about to be sealed and the old woman would be his special date. Suddenly, from the back of the room a voice shouts $75! Normally, Tim would have relaxed a little, but the sinking in the pit of his stomach stayed when he saw the bidder was another man. The room was quite dark, so Tim squinted his eyes in an attempt to make out the bidder.

Before he had a chance to learn that it was his buddy Ed, a beautiful young girl standing next to the man shouted out a bid of $100. The girl barely looked a day over 18, but Tim didn’t think Chyoo would invite somebody who was underage to the Chyoo ball. Once again the beautiful blonde in the red dress put up a bid for $150. Tim was delighted that the blonde had bid again, and he wanted to be her date for the night.

“Psssttt, hey you,” Tim whispered toward the auctioneer. “Ugh… what?” he whispered back, putting his hand over the microphone. “If you stop the bidding with her, I’ll throw a fifty in it for ya!” The man with the stupid mask contemplated for a second, taking a second too long.

“$200!” Screamed the old woman.

“Ugh… Sold to the woman in the red dress!” announced the auctioneer, pointing to the blonde.

“WHAT! I just bid!” protested the woman.

Tim stepped down the stairs and made his way to the blonde in the tight, sexy red dress. The old woman continued to complain, but the masked man ignored her and moved on. To the left of the masked man, was a tumbler full of balls. He turned the knob and the balls rolled around inside. He reached in and withdrew one of the balls. The MC opened the ball and unrolled the piece of paper inside. Everybody watched in anticipation as a grin formed on his face as he read the name.

“Alright guys, you’re going to love this! We’re going to mix things up a little bit. Without any more delays, lets get our first beautiful woman up here! Get your wallets out men, because our first young lady is…”

 

[AaronWebster]

Getting my bearings

Whilst the bidding was still going on, Aaron entered the room and tried to orientate himself.

Up on the stage at the far side of the room a masked man appeared to be auctioning a younger man with gel-spiked hair. The young man was wearing a “My Name Is…” label, but Aaron couldn’t determine what it said. He knew that Tim, Zingiber, Ken and Gystex were all here somewhere, because they were regular posters and he had checked that their badges had been taken.

Could the young man on stage be Tim? He seemed the only one young enough.

“$125!”

Aaron’s head swung to his right. An old lady appeared to be bidding for the young man on stage. Who could she be? Tim – if Tim it was – had a rather sick look on his face.

Aaron glanced down in the front of the stage. Three guys, one of whom had a sketchbook, were talking to each other.

Behind them, two gorgeous women in cocktail dresses were making out. One had pulled down the front of her partner’s dress and was licking and chewing on her breasts, whilst the other gasped in ecstasy. Dacia!?!? Christy!?!? (well it could be!). Aaron felt himself growing pleasantly hard.

“$150!”

Aaron’s head looked left and he saw a gorgeous blonde teenager in a red dress standing by an older man near the punch bowl. Aaron realised that the older man was Ken, from his name badge (he had written something under it, but Aaron couldn’t quite see what from this distance).

But who was the younger woman. Maybe that was Dacia? But she seemed too gamine, so Aaron remained unsure.

“$200” came a bid from the old lady. But it seemed that the bidding had already closed and that the blonde had won.

Aaron looked back towards the stage. ‘Tim’ looks relieved as he stepped down and walked towards his mistress. In front of the stage, the lesbians were still going for it hammer and tongues. The three men in front of them seemed oblivious. Aaron followed their line of sight back to the cold cuts table, where two stunning young women were talking to each other (only no-one could hear what they were saying!).

Both were dressed elegantly in black. The nearest to Aaron, with her back to him, was wearing an ankle-length ballgown with a split that revealed a lovely long tanned leg. The open back of her dress reached almost to her softly rounded ass, whereupon a nametag identified her as Dacia. The label taped to the breast of the other young woman identified her as Kitty. She also had quite stunning legs and the hem of her short dress was hitched pleasingly high on the thigh.

Aaron always was a leg-man (though the low swoop of Kitty’s neckline may yet convert him) and seeing that all of the guys were otherwise engaged with fictional women (the writer’s curse!), he sauntered over.

Just at that moment the masked man on stage spoke again…

“Alright guys, you’re going to love this! We’re going to mix things up a little bit. Without any more delays, lets get our first beautiful woman up here! Get your wallets out men, because our first young lady is…”

 

[Ooohkitty]

Her belly quickly fills with butterflies.

"oh god don't let it be me"she softly whisper

Looking around nervous she tries to muster the will to smile

"oh please, oh please, Oh Please Don't Let it be Me"

Christy fight the urge to run to my truck. She quickly remember she's not the shy Christy that likes to hide behind her computer. No tonight she is Kitty.

She hold my head up high but the confidince is shattered quickly as the MC looks her way.

"oh hell is he looking at me or Dacia" she think to herself not being able to make out his eyes from the mask.

Then he says the name...

 

[lilguy]

Lilguy walks in with a Six pack of beer and I heart Clay Aiken T-shirt


"Whats up guys. ...hey chrissy...didn't know it was a ball room in here...woe cool"

 

[kendahl6969]

Eyeing Christy

Still following the auction, satisfied that Tim wasn't going to be gummed by the old woman that insisted on bidding after the emcee ordered it closed, Ed followed the gaze of the Phantom Moderator. It seemed one of the First Ladies of Chyoo was about to be picked for the bachelorette auction. But which one?

He was surprised to see Christy looking anxious, seemingly muttering to herself as she swayed nervously back and forth. This didn't seem like the cool and confident Christy that posted on the boards. 'Guess there's an insecure little child in all of us,' he mused. 'Poor lil kitten.' His thoughts were interrupted by the joggling of her bosom as she nervously stepped from foot to foot, nearly completely revealed in the low scoop of the dress. He felt some movement of his own.