Since the visit from the police, Sam was my self appointed body guard. If I wasn’t with Jade, she was by my side. A few weeks had passed since then with no surprise gifts. I was seeing Jade 2 or 3 times a week with each visit becoming more and more explosive. I’m a realist. It was all about sex for us. There was no talk of what are we, what are we doing, are you seeing someone else. Nope, those questions were unasked and unanswered and I was comfortable with that. Why wouldn’t I be? I was having the best sex of my life.
Jade was down for whatever, whenever. I had done things to her that I had dreamed of doing to girls, but had never been with a girl comfortable enough to be the “bottom” to fulfill those dreams. Jade was definitely a bottom. While she had no trouble initiating sex, she definitely didn’t mind wearing the pillow princess crown.
Tonight was this exclusive costume ball. It was being held at this mansion on the outskirts of Atlanta. It was by invitation only. No costume, no entry. I was prepared to be cat woman, in the a sleek black catsuit. Sam, was dressed as Wonder Woman. We were the super girl duo.
The party started at midnight. We arrived fashionably late at one. As we walked up the circular driveway, we caught the eyes of quite a few men blatantly staring and mumbling their approval of our outfits.
“Freaks.” Sam whispered to herself.
We entered through the front door, flashing the invitation Jade had gifted us. As we walked through the large home, we noticed quite a few couples paired up and making out. I went to the makeshift bar and asked for a vodka and cranberry and finished it quickly.
“Something is odd here.” Sam stated. We walked through more rooms where there was more kissing. The deeper we got into the house, the more risque the behavior became. There were people practically naked and humping, while other people stood back, watched and offered their encouragement.
What the fuck had we walked into?