The girls assured me that everything would be fine, but my nerves refused to settle. After all, I've never been to a party like this before, let alone hosted one! How am I supposed to know how to navigate things? Every encounter I've had with a man, even when I sought him out, has been physically initiated by him.
"What if I'm not cut out for this?" I ask Julia, my closest and most experienced friend.
"Please, I've seen you fuck before. You are so cut out for this," she laughs and throws her dark brown hair behind her shoulder. Maybe she's right—I'm mean, after all, how different can it be? I hear the doorbell ring and the sound of footsteps shuffling downstairs. The men must have arrived, and the bouncers that I hired must be directing them to the room. I receive a text from the lead bouncer confirming my assumption. It's time.
"Okay, ladies," I say, directing my announcement to the entire group. "The guests have arrived. They are all gathered in the living room, but, of course, feel free to escort them anywhere on the first or basement level if you need to find privacy. The men outnumber us by nearly double, so it might be necessary to take more than one at a time. I leave that judgment in your capable hands." I flash a smile across the room and take in the girls. They look stunning, as always. Positively panty-dropping.
"Alright, final touch-ups! We're due downstairs in five minutes!"
I break away from the pack, relieved that at least this part of my leadership duty is over.
"Hey," Julia taps my shoulder to get my intention then turns my body around so that we're facing head-on. "You did great. You, as always, radiated confidence. You're sexy as hell." She leans in and plants a quick kiss on my lips, but I wrap my arms around her before she can pull away. Even though I'm smudging my makeup, I make time to kiss my best friend. I get lost in the sensation of her mouth—her soft tongue, dancing with mine; her sweet lips, tasting of cherries; her warm mouth, engulfing mine... She pulls away sooner than I would have liked, her beautiful smile makes it worth it. "Come on, Soph. Let's go get ready."
I follow her to the nearest vanity and sit down. As I apply a new layer of lip gloss, I give my body a once-over. Julia was right, I am sexy: my all-white attire compliments my tanned skin and light brown hair, making me look simply angelic. The combination of a pleated white shirt covering my white thong and my exposed white, lacy bra is the perfect amount of sexy and pure. Any man—or woman—would fall for me wearing this.
I give my hair one last fluff and make my way to the staircase with Julia behind me. As expected, all ten girls are already there, making Julia and I the complete set of twelve.
"Alright, ladies," I say with one last smile. "Follow me and stay silent until we break, and then get busy. Remember, to please them, you must also be enjoying yourself."
We make our way downstairs and down the hallway to the living room. As expected, a group of nearly 30 men, many of whom already holding half-empty drinks, are waiting for us. As they begin to notice our arrival, they sit or stand taller, their excitement clear in their eyes. I'm nervous to address a group this big, but I arch my tits forward and put on my game face.
"Gentleman!" I say with open arms. "Welcome to our party! As I assume you've all heard the rules already, I won't bore you with them again. Tonight is about fun, excitement, and, most importantly, pleasure. My girls and I are thrilled to have you, and I hope you're thrilled to have us. Enjoy the evening!" I say, signaling my girls to step forward.
Slowly, each of us selects a man from the group and takes them away. I set my eyes on a tall man with ruffled hair and a killer jawline. As I walk over to him, I see another girl, Bonnie already reached him. I decide this is the perfect time to play a little girl fight.
