Masquerade Party 01

Masquerade Party 01

Now, I'm not one to spoil or ruin the moment and I kept it to myself, but I'm pretty sure that no matter how large of the spoils of riches in the Victorian age, they just didn't have small mirror balls inside of their ball rooms. But it's cool, I guess. And I'm Tim, by the way.

"Mademoiselle, how are you this evening and shall I wave the server over to top off your beverage then, hmm?"

"Monsieur, you may wave the server over, but one does not top off a glass of Champagne, one finishes a glass of Champagne and retrieves another fresh glass. This is not a kegger, Monsieur. Also, do they still have keggers, Monsieur?"

"Ahh, it's a time-honored party go to, Mademoiselle. Anyways, have you made your rounds this evening then, Mademoiselle? Mingling would be the modern term, I believe."

"Oh, Monsieur, it's expected, but what I didn't think Mrs. Bentley expected was that I had each and every person figured out pretty quickly, so?"

"Ahh, true, Mademoiselle, but the fun of the fantasy is too pretend that we are all strangers in the night until the midnight reveal, would you agree, Mademoiselle, hmm?"

"I suppose I would agree with that Timmy, I mean, Monsieur. I also agree that if you had a fantasy of patting me on the ass, well, I guess that boxed has been checked, so?"

"For all my days gone by, Mademoiselle, for all my days gone by."

And that was true, folks. I had a thing for Mrs. Franklin for a long time. Like even before my days gone by. She is very attractive, she is very nice and pleasant to be around and she brings the body, which I hope doesn't make me sound petty, but that's what guys are attracted too, right?

Oh, and Mrs. Franklin was totally right about how the little face masquerade masks did little to hide or conceal anyone's identity, but it was for the fun of the fantasy, right? And a fund raiser for a good cause.

Also, she didn't actually tell me or ask me to stop, so. And what's wrong with topping off a glass of Champagne anyways?

"There you go, Mademoiselle, a fresh glass of fizzy Champagne, which still comes in second to your wonderful perfume tonight. It's very unique."

"Oh, thank you, Monsieur, but many women of my age wear "Hook Him Quick No.7" these days, you know, since our better days are now our days gone by."

And then that time when your experience, or lack of experience shuts things down before she could, right? But it was fun while it lasted.

"So, Timmy, I mean, Monsieur, where do you think this is going tonight, hmm?"

"Mademoiselle, it's an evening of fun for all, but I wouldn't be mad if you could answer that question, so?"

"Hmm, Monsieur, I'm going to need a moment or two to think about that and I am going to need you to drop the back of my dress back down, but things might be slightly in favor tonight. And only slightly, mind you, Monsieur."

I mean, that wasn't a "no" as much as it wasn't a "yes" I think, right people? And it's okay if people just walk away without any further words, right? And it wasn't all that bad how I enjoyed the way that she walked as she walked away from me, right?

"Are you enjoying the city masquerade fund raiser gala, Monsieur, hmm?"

"Ahh, Mademoiselle Mrs. Bentley, I am at that. And you?"

"Well, I wasn't expecting you to recognize me so quickly, Monsieur, but I suppose my famous cleavage leaves little to hide behind."

"True, Mademoiselle Mrs. Bentley and it's such a shame that the city of Middleton had to rethink their decision of commissioning a commemorative coin in your honor since it would be greatly unbalanced and unfair to use as the coin flip for any and all sporting events."

"(Giggles)"

Well, right, wrong or indifferent, they are huge! And always out there.

"So, Monsieur, have you accidently bumped hips with anyone special tonight then, hmm?"

That's a thing? I can do that? And "accidently" means no slaps in the face, right?

"Monsieur, we need to talk. I mean, one hip bump is an "accident" and two hip bumps are a hint, but your third bump let it be clearly known that a young man's cock fits nicely between a woman's buns, so other than you're hoping for May-December sex tonight, what's going on here, hmm?"

I mean, if I'm not mistaken, Mrs. Nevers asked and answered everything herself, right folks?

"Mademoiselle, I was merely trying to enter my bid on this silent auction item, so my apologizes for, um, bumping into you so many times, so?"

"Hmm, Monsieur, it's called hot dogging, Timmy and it's just a little strange that you're bidding on a gift certificate to a day spa, especially since your mother moved out of town and this day spa, that caters to women, is only located in Middleton. Also, since we don't have to worry about your mother catching on to whatever your hopes are for tonight, I mean, keep an eye on me tonight then."

Now, that was a "yes" if I ever heard a "yes" I'm pretty sure. Or was that a "maybe" then?

"Monsieur, I mean, we all expect a lot of crazy things from any event that Mrs. Bentley sponsors, but if you are the official gala inspector to verify that anyone wearing a corset under a collared jacket has tie strings that are tight and taunt, well, I guess Mrs. Bentley picked the right man for the job then."

"Mademoiselle, we wouldn't want any wardrobe malfunctions tonight, would we now?"

"I suppose we wouldn't want that then, Monsieur. Well, some of the men probably wouldn't mind a little malfunction here and there, but Tim, um, Monsieur, are my corset strings in the back tight and taunt then, hmm? And we don't have to talk about how modern corsets have fake strings these days."

Well, who decided that modern corsets should still tie strings then, hmm? But I liked how they still had sewn in strings anyways.

"Mademoiselle, it's like stringing my fingers along a finely tuned Harp."

"Well, Monsieur, this might be from how woozy I am from squeezing into this corset combined with the Champagne, but you're about five minutes away from figuring out that my undies match my corset in the Ladies room, as long as Monsieur can keep his mouth shut about it!"

Ahh, Mrs. Miller, who is actually Miss Miller, now that I think of it. Who could also be my girlfriend since she is merely a few years older than me. And the correct answer is six years older than me, right? I mean, 34 minus 23 divided by that female age thing equals six, right?

And sex in the Ladies room stall is cool as hell!

[Thump, thump, grind, grind, thump, push, thump, grind, thump, thump, pump, thrust, slam, slam]

"Oh, that's a nice stride, Timmy, this is nice, ooh, oh, yeah, kick it another gear then, Monsieur!"

[Slam, slam, slam, thump, grind, grind, slam, slam, push, hump, grind, pump, thrust, slam, slam]

"Oh, hell, yeah, a man with staying power! I'm with you, Monsieur, I'm with you!"

[Thump, thump, grind, grind, thump, push, thump, grind, thump, thump, pump, thrust, slam, slam]

[Ladies room door opens, two enter]

"Hmph! I should be so lucky to be slammed tonight, Millie!"

"Oh, I caught you, um, twerking someone and then, LOL, you know, blame it on him for hot dogging you, Brenda!"

[Slam, slam, slam, thump, grind, grind, slam, slam, push, hump, grind, pump, thrust, slam, slam]

"Well, I'm all confused on who makes a move these days, Millie!"

"What? I can't concentrate for what's happening behind us Brenda and OMG, I need a masked man!"

[Thump, thump, grind, grind, thump, push, thump, grind, thump, thump, pump, thrust, slam, slam]

"Aha, aha, aha, ooh, ooh, oh, Monsieur, Monsieur, bring it, Monsieur, ooh, ooh, oh, Monsieur, you got me, you got me, oh, oh, nut Monsieur, I just did! Fill that condom, Monsieur!"

[Slam, slam, slam, thump, grind, grind, slam, slam, push, thrust, thrust, slam, slam, sploosh, gush]

"Is it bad that we don't even think this is disgusting, Millie?"

"No more disgusting than how we are both tapping our pussies where we could get caught, Brenda!"

"Time to go, Millie?"

"Time to go, Brenda!"

[Restroom doors, two exit, without even using the facility]

"[Mwah] Monsieur is a stud!"

Story pause! Could someone please write that down with a time stamp please?

"[Mwah] I picked a bad time to, well, damn, I can't be your girlfriend, stud."

"So, Mademoiselle is talking with someone then, hmm?"

"Oh, yeah, Mademoiselle has been talking with another Monsieur, but Mademoiselle is not cheating given the short length of the time spent talking."

"And?"

"Oh, the other Monsieur has something to live up too [mwah]!"

Story pause! Could someone please update the historical recording please?

"Oh, there you are, Monsieur and your breath seems to have escaped you. Should I call EMS? Or give you mouth to mouth myself then, hmm?"

"Oh, Mademoiselle Nevers, I look forward to being revived by you and I mean that in more ways than one, so?"

"Are we using our actually names now, Monsieur Timmy?"

"Am I taking you from behind in the Ladies room, Mrs. Benda Nevers?"

"Well, well, well, I guess you are having me from behind in the Ladies room then, Tim Hinkle!"

Yep, Champagne builds character and nerve! Oh, oh, and Champagne also gives you an excuse!

[Ladies room door, two enter]

"Oops, watch it, ladies, a Monsieur just entered the powder room! And he seems to have entered with Brenda Nevers! I mean, a Mademoiselle that I don't recognize until the midnight unveiling."

I mean, who would expect it to be reasonable to find a gathering of women in the Ladies room anyways? Other than literally everyone on the planet!

"(Giggles) now Martha, you know how men who had too much to drink have a tendency to follow the bouncing ball rather than read the signs on the restroom doors, so, tee, he, I mean shame on you Monsieur! I mean, I am a respectable married woman and all, so, shame on you!"

[Center stall door is literally kicked open! Huh, Martha arm snags the drunk Monsieur]

"Yeah, well, I need a cock in my mouth, especially one that is under 30!"

[Center stall slams shuts and locks. Brenda Never is pondering that "you snooze, you lose" thing]

I was drunk, remember, so I was not in control, tee, he.

[Slurp, whoa, argh, geez, ag, ow, slurp, ag, ugh, ugh, woo, slurp, ugh, ooh, ow, slurp, ow, gag]

"Go ahead, Timmy, I mean, Monsieur, give my belly a good thick coating so I can drink more Champagne tonight. You own me for a minute."

[Slurp, whoa, argh, geez, ag, ow, slurp, ag, ugh, ugh, woo, slurp, ugh, ooh, ow, slurp, ow, gag]

"I think they call that "you snooze, you lose" Brenda. Come on, it sounds like they a little privacy."

[Ladies room opens, not all leave]

"Uh-hah, uh-hah, uh-hah! Ooh, oh [sploosh, splash, spray, gush] ahh, ahh, Mademoiselle!"

"Your drizzle too, Monsieur! It's been a while!"

[Sploosh, gush, ooze, ooze, drizzle, drizzle, ahh]

"[Gulp, swallow, gulp] ahh is right, Monsieur! Wow, all cocks should stop aging at 23! And who knew that sitting on the toilet seat made for a perfect alignment of things! [Wipes mouth] anyways, thank you and I hope you enjoyed that Timmy, I mean, Monsieur, but if you will excuse me [mwah], I should go check that my faggot hubby isn't do the same thing in the Men's room! Anyways, just FYI, I have a pussy too for another time and enjoy the gala, Monsieur!"

Not that I was making notes on my phone or anything.

[Stall door opens, Martha doesn't care, fixes lip gloss in the mirror and blows a kiss back and exits]

"Um, ooh, ooh, I have a pussy and a faggot hubby too if that thing pops back up in a few minutes!"

Oh, shoot, right? That mademoiselle was Mrs. Conner and she was my friend's mom, so, so, off limits, right?

"Monsieur! I never meant for you to not come back!"

"Mademoiselle Franny Franklin, I thought it would be the gentleman thing to do by admitting my defeat from earlier! Or I just don't understand this "playing hard to get" thing for short, so?"

"So? So, fuck me, Monsieur Timmy!"

So, okay. Also, does playing hard to get always end that way? I'm asking for a friend.

[Pound, pound, slam, grind, slam, grind, pound, pound, slam, thrust, thrust, stab, stab, pound]

"And not word about the size of my ass, Monsieur! And you're the talk of gala now, so I'll take whatever you have left in you."

[Slam, slam oops, ooze, ooze, drizzle]

"I'll take it, Monsieur! And I promise that's the last time I ever play a silly cat and mouse game with you, so."

[Oh, stab, stab, push, push, stab]

"Well now, I'll take that too, Monsieur!"

[Done]

"LMAO."

"Aww, come on, Mademoiselle Franny Franklin, I gave your mademoiselle all of the monsieur that I had in me! What's so funny then, hmm?"

"LOL, no, Monsieur Tim [mwah], that was perfect given how long it's been for me and for I snoozed on you, but, LOL, I never knew that people wrote a man's name on the inside of a restroom stall wall, LOL. And this one, LOL, well that's clearly in Martha's lipstick shade and only Brenda would misspell Monsieur, LOL, so good job mingling around tonight, stud. And my faggot hubby checks Phil's oil every Tuesday after 7pm, so?"

And somewhere mixed in all that, um, I made a donation to the fund raiser.

"My check, Mademoiselle Mrs. Bentley and I'm not even apologizing for checking out your exposed cleavage and by that, Mademoiselle Mrs. Bentley, I mean your boobs! I'm a new man now!"

"(Giggles)"

Well, that's what Mademoiselle Mrs. Bentley does second best, she giggles at people who ogle over her.

End Masquerade Party 01