As Paige flicked through her psychology textbook, she grazed her nipple with her hand and felt it pop up. Thoughts of her hot hook up last Saturday night made her moan slightly. Steve had a big hard cock and knew what to do with it.
Her gaze diverted to the mirror in the centre of the room. She winked at her image. Paige liked herself. She was a siren and she knew it. Her and her roommates had developed quite a reputation for partying and hooking up. Each were equally as beautiful and lusted over by men wherever they went.
"Hey girlfriend, I received this absolutely amazing email I want you to check out," Trixie said as she came through the door and carelessly threw her wrap onto the couch. "If it's real, and not a hoax, it would solve all my money problems."
Paige put her arm around Trixie's shoulder relieved and happy to have an excuse to escape the tediousness of her studying. After a few moments the email popped up. The script was fancy and the web design was erotic.
You are cordially invited to Aphrodite's Palace for a celebration of the most erotic kind. For your participation lovely lady, you will be given a large sum of money. The sum will be more than enough to cover your tuition and living expenses for your college education. RSVP to this address and airline tickets will be mailed to your home. Bon Voyage!
"Fuck, that so amazing Trix! I hope it's for real."
Trixie clicked on the email address given and gave a friendly reply. She was sitting and talking to Paige when she noticed there was already a response in her inbox.
We are very please to be informed of your upcoming attendance. We hope your roommates are also able to attend. The airline tickets will be mailed to your address. You will be flying to Croatia. A limo will pick you up from the airport and a helicopter will transfer you to Aphrodite's Palace in the hills. Each evening there will be a party at the Palace.
"Wait 'til Amber hears about this," Paige said as she texted Amber. Amber replied that she had received an email saying she would have her tuition paid and living expenses paid for.
"You mean it's for real? Amber texted.
"So far," was the reply.
The girls didn't know how the person behind the email found their address, or why they were given checks for $2000 dollars each to go shopping with, but shopping they went. Teddies, slips, sexy corsets, bras, stockings, were all on the list. They each found four fashionable evening dresses that looked stunning on them. Trying on dresses for hours and finding just the right ones to suit their hair colours and skin tones was fun. Other shoppers couldn't help but to turn to stare at the ginger, brunette and blonde with kick ass bodies who were trying on beautiful dresses and heels. Admiring each other's beauty was something they rarely had the time or luxury to do.
The tickets to Croatia arrived two weeks before departure. The flight was uneventful. The limo was there to pick them up. It dropped them off right by the waiting helicopter that was preparing for takeoff. The girls tried to get information from the helicopter pilot but he was uncommunicative. He was a well trained professional intent on doing his job.
They arrived during the evening. The glow from the house was eerie and romantic at the same time. It was a solid limestone structure with overgrown ivy and small fuchsias growing all over it. Other little flowers that ornamented the structure were violet, and orange and red. Special lighting had been installed to accent and highlight the beautiful garden growing on the house. It truly was Aphrodite's Palace.
A butler answered the door and escorted the girls to their rooms to freshen up. When they went back downstairs they found out that there were many other young men and beautiful women from different countries doing exactly what they were doing. Each person was strikingly sexy in obvious ways.
The girls made friends quickly and found out none of the other guests knew any more than they did about the upcoming parties.
The girls decided to explore and discovered that, although the palace was enormous, the area they were all in was just a fraction of the space available. Several doors had strong locks on them. Soon those locks would come off and what existed behind the doors of Aphrodite's Palace would be revealed.
That evening the guests, all dressed in elegant suits and evening dresses were standing in the main ballroom awaiting the start of the party.
At the door, there were stewards who asked the same question of all the guests, "Do you consent to participate in consensual activities with members of the "Aphrodite Sex Club?"