Third Annual Masquarade

Scarecrow

As I’m about to start dancing with the harem girl agene I hear a gong and the gypsy saying it was time of the super. I smile chuckling at her comment about not wanting to loose the Harem Girl. I lead her in to the dining room my eyes moving over every thing with appreciation. I fined use a set pulling out hers for her and pushing it in before sitting next to her my self.

I look around at all the guests admiring there costumes. I lean back looking around curies as to what was next.
 
Harem Girl

As Scarecrow pulls the chair for me, I look around to see where everyone is sitting. "Thank you", saying to him. The room is beautiful, so well decorated for the party.

Watching Merelan take her seat at the head, she gave the okay to start to serve dinner. She has such a way with herself, that everyone just could not stop looking at her.

I wonder how the rest of the night will go.
 
Queen Violet

I was escorted to dinner, I held out my hand and he took it. I walked hips swaying under the tight curves of my dress, trying to keep my breasts from bouncing as I walk. I sit carefully and smile at the choices of food. There were exotic delights, mostly light food in order to keep us light on our feet. I nibble a little here and there and glance around at the gorgeous company and wonder who I shall lay claim to first....or if one of them would be so bold as to seduce me.
 
Lady Liberty

Her invitation to dance was cut off by the ringing of a gong, which signaled that dinner was about to be served. Grace took the arm of her escort, Uncle Sam, and moved with the rest of the group into the formal dining room. She was grateful for the excuse to sit, and even more so for the snowy cloth that covered the table and the length of her bare legs. The low neckline of her silver costume could not be helped, but looking around she realized that it was neither the most, nor the least revealing and with all the beautiful women on display she doubted that she would be noticed in any case.

She found herself seated between the lovely queen and the patriotic gentleman. Both seemed to have been to past parties, and she decided to try to find out what she could about the night to come. Hoping for some indication of what she might yet expect, she boldly leaned toward the queen and spoke; doing her best to stay within the rules of the party and still gain a bit of information about the festivities.

Good evening, Your Highness. It’s a lovely party, isn’t it? This is my first, but it appears that you have been before. Would you tell me, please, what I may expect this evening? I would be very grateful for your help.

Grace smiled warmly and hoped that the beautiful woman would not be offended at her manner or her question.
 
The Servant

He almost laughed at the pairings. They were cute. Like novelty salt and pepper shakers. So of course he hurried to do his part, bowing before the queen. "Your Highness."

He smiled, and escorted her royal majesty to the dinner. He ate light. It was great food, though. He just wasn't hungry. Too interesting to waste time on food. He glanced around at those gathered. Interesting crowd. Interesting night.
 
Queen Violet

I smiled and enjoyed the meal, I heard her soft question and found my eyes drawn to the shadowy spot between her breasts. I leaned in closer my lips near her ear as I whispered conspirately. "You may expect anything," I placed one of my hands upon her knee and caressed the silky skin. My fingers slide upward slightly to enhance my meaning and invitation as I added. "We shall have to spend some time this evening together."
 
Lady Liberty

Grace felt the soft hand upon her skin and felt a moment of panic, followed quickly by excitement. Before she could halt the impulsive words, she responded.

I think I'd like that.
 
Uncle Sam (Thor)

After bowing and offering my arm, I escorted the most lovely Lady Liberty into the Great Hall that I remembered was used for dining before 'other activities.' I slid Liberty's chair out and seated her at the table. Then, as I sipped my wine, I watched Queen Violet answer Liberty's question. What intrigued me more was the byplay as she touched Liberty's knee and slid her hand over her leg. I am sure that Violet did not intend that I saw........or did she? Something was vaguely familiar about Violet...perhaps she had been at a previous masquerade. After all, all of our costumes were different.

I let my eyes capture Violet's over my companion's shoulder..... My hedonistic side was rapidly surging from its shell.
 
Queen Violet

My fingers danced lightly along her thigh and my lips brushed her earlobe as I moved. Returning to the feast before us and leaving my fingers to linger on her smooth lovely thigh. I drink with my free hand and continue to converse with those around us as my one hand dances on her leg, tracing circles and figure eights and sliding along the delicate skin teasing her.
 
Harem Girl

Looking around the table as we eat, seeing the Queen talking to Liberty, I look away so they don't think I am staring at them. To my side Merelan was sitting being the perfect hostess.

I look into her eyes and said, "Everything is very tasty. I am sure you pick everything out for us tonight."

They came around to pour us wine for dinner. I put my hand over the glass and said no. "I am just having water." Merelan and Scarecrow looked at me as to say why, "I am driving tonight. So I try not to drink."
 
The Minstrel

I danced against her my feet pefectly intuned with the music, enjoying it had thought I'd never dance like this again. I smelled her soft breaths my eyes on ehrs as we danced, my eyes dark and brooding yet at peace. "I love it a slow dance, love is born, rekindeld or just celebrated." We moved around the room for a while longer then a long slow note of a gong sounded.
After the hostess, a very lovely one indeed gave the instructions I felt the librarian take my arm. I smiled at her as we walked in to the dining room, and took our seats. I said to her as we sat. "I'd love to resume after dinner." She talked to the hostess for a moment and I wondered if they knew each other. I smiled up at the servant and said. "Wine would be fine but if you had scotch it would be better."
He nodded and poured my a glass of wine sayign sorry and carrying on. I got my platter of food a medium rare stake and a side dish of ty food I shook my head my eyes twinklign and beggining to eat it slowly glancing about the table at all the costumes.
 
Lady Liberty

The warm breath against her ear and neck sent a tingle down her spine. It must have been an accident, she thought. She surly had not meant it. The room was crowded, the chairs at the table close together. Grace trembled under the Queens' touch; the other woman seemed not to notice. Am I being naive? Unsophisticated? Grace looked to the man beside her. Had he seen? Did he know what was happening? She should feel embarrassed, yet…the hand was warm, the skin soft. She felt confused, but oddly excited.

She picked up her glass noting that it was full again, and took a large sip. She must be careful of the amount of alcohol she consumed, she thought. She tried to eat, selecting small portions of the exotic foods offered to her. She turned to her male companion, trying to find some topic of conversation.

Have you been to the masquerade before, Sir? This is my…

The words died in her throat as she noticed that his eyes were on the gentle fingers that wove patterns over her skin. As he watched the touch seemed even more enticing and intimate.
 
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Harem Girl

As I turn to talk to scarecrow, the Minstrel caught my eye. I smile towards him, then continue to talk to the gentleman by me. Once in a while my eye would wonder around the table looking at Quees, Ladt Liberty, Librarian , Uncle Sam, Sir Scholar, Dorothy,Barbarian ,Goddess of Fires and servant.


Everyone is enjoying themselves, talking and laughing.
 
Librarian

I ate as much as I could stand before pushing away my plate and just listening to the various conversations going on around me. I smiled softly, chuckling now and then but saying nothing. I really didn't have much enlightening things to say, so it was best to keep my mouth shut for now.
From the refined speach around me, I knew I was out of my 'class' of social standards. I went from mechanic to designer but still, these people sounded very educated, witty and charming. It didn't matter, I guessed. Since the mask hid my face, no one knew who I was, doubtfully any of them could place me if they had seen my face? The minstrel ate quietly beside me, his gaze now and then going to the harem girl. I smiled, who could blame him? That costume she had on was beautiful, as was she herself.
The server came around and topped off my glass, and took away my plate. I studied Uncle Sam a moment, and then it dawned on me who he was. I smiled and said nothing, not even a glance too long to give myself away. Leaning back in my chair a little, I watched the by play across the table. They were getting cozy over there, each person feeling the wine I would guess and eager to get more aquainted with a prospective person.
"Are you enjoying your evening so far Minstrel?" I asked him softly when he finished his meal.
 
pelt

"Indeed," as her hand clasped around the muslces of his bare shoulder, his other hand moved to hers. They had a walk of an old couple, moving from the front door to where the other couples had begun settling.

"To be honest, I have always been a lover of fire myself. The power of it, real power. It is something that," he looked down to where they touched, "Can never truly be harnassed."

Jordan let go of her just enough so he could pull out her chair, and allow her to sit down properly, like a lady.

He slid into one just beside her.

"This is a wonderful place isn't it? I remember having dreams as a child of living in places such at this. Robust castles upon the hill, taking charge of the very land it rose from. Childhood fantasies, some of them never die..."

As he looked into her eyes, he wondered if some of them ever really lived.
 
merelan

I smiled and nibbled, loving the laughter and conversation. Wishing they could be my friends always, and not just once a year. But it wasn't a sad thought, just a passing one.
Violet was deep into her seduction of the shy woman at her side, the others talking more as the wine flowed.
My eyes met with the minstrels' and I winked then flitted on, making sure everyone was well taken care of.
My blood aroused at the temptations before me. It had been so long, and I wanted to dance. Whirl, go wild to the music.
They were winding down so I signaled to clear and then the next dish, the last was served. Exotic flavoured ices. Each dish containing four flavours. They varied from plate to plate. The tiny spoons glistened in the candlight.

"Would anyone like a liqour? or a glass of Port?" I spooned up and let it melt. Mango, it was divine. The perfect finish. Tuning to myu right I offered a spoon of it to our scarecow.

"Have a bite?" Emphasizing the word bite.
 
Queen Violet

I glanced over at Uncle Sam and smiled, letting him know I'd be more than willing to share the treat between us if he so desired. I sipped the wine slowly knowing my limits as my nails teased her soft inner thigh. I could feel her desire as my fingers worked their way up her thigh, teasing the soft flesh, I offer her a small bite of her ice as her fingers are gripping the table.

"There are some lovely rooms in this house, I'd love to explore with you." My words taking on a double meaning as I slip the spoon to your lips feeling the mood in room change from just playful and curious to sexually charged, playfull and curious. I wink at Uncle Sam and wait for him to offer to go along or what not as my soft fingers brush her warm mound (can't recall whether you are wearing panties or not).
 
Librarian

Desert was brought out and set before us, the silver lid lifted to reveal Ice? I smiled and picked up the tiny spoon, "This looks good." I picked a color and sampled it. A soft moan uttered as it melted in my mouth and teased my taste buds. I thought I was full and couldn't possibly eat another thing, but the ice was too mouth watering to pass up.
"Excuse me Merelan." I mumbled to her, rising from my chair. I needed to freshen up, wash my hands and let down my hair before a migrain threatened my sanity. I left the dining room, knowing where the nearest washroom was and made my way there.
First thing I did was wash my hands and dry them, taking the mask off a moment to fix my make-up. Pulling out the slim vibrator from my hair, I unwound the knot on the crown of my head and let the chesnut curls fall down my back. Scratching my scalp, I bit back another groan. Now that felt good! Grinning, I retied the mask in place and pocketed the vibrator.
Making my way back to the dining room I spotted a camera, the light green and recording. That gave me another smile which I kept until I took my seat once more. I caught a passing servant and asked for a glass of ice water. Everyone around the table was heating up from the looks of things, and for some reason I wasn't feeling it just yet. Perhaps more dancing and mingling would relax me better?
I turned to Merelan and winked, "So when is the gypsy going to dance for us?" I grinned as her eyes met mine.
 
Lady Liberty

Grace squirmed in her seat. The lace thong that had been so appealing as she had dressed at home seemed to have somehow gotten smaller while she sat at dinner. Or perhaps it was the effect of the fingers that roamed up and down her thigh. She quietly gasped and clutched at the table edge as they moved higher. Her limited sexual experience had not prepared her for this night. The fumbling attention of the two or three boyfriends she had had during college had left her feeling more frustrated than excited. Subsequent men had brought her pleasure, but the excitement of this experience was definitely lacking in anything she had known before. It was not just the forbidden attention of a woman that stirred her, because as she looked at the man on her other side, she felt her body tighten in response to his presence as well. She looked from the man to the woman and her cheeks reddened as she imagined what might be hidden beneath their costumes.

An assortment of ices were brought round to the guests. The queen raised a silver spoon feeding Grace a portion of the cool treat. The sweet ice was welcome and melted quickly in the heat of her mouth; she hoped it would help to reduce the warmth she felt through her whole body.

"There are some lovely rooms in this house, I'd love to explore with you." the queen purred while her fingers touched Grace through the thin lace that covered her hairless mound.

I have not had the chance to see the house. I would enjoy the chance to explore with you. Perhaps the gentleman would care to join us?

Her heart pounded as she spoke. She glanced from one to the other, wondeing if she had just found her fantasy.
 
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The Minstrel

I smiled, and said quietly. "Well how shall I put it, lets say it's the best party I've ever been too." I smiled glancing about. My eyes wandered to others, and I winked back to the hostess. I'm surprised at how much this evening had maken me forget. I smiled as I was about to say some thing to the lovely librarian but the desserts were being served.
I never really liked desserts, too sweet. But as this evening had already been true to it's word the desserts, no doubt would be anything less. I was right. The different colered ice was like a pleasure to my mouth. Almost more so then a kiss, and it helped cool me down for all the beautiful women had there affects on me, even if subtle. I slowly ate the ice glancing about seeing my lovely compainion getting up and heading off.
After finishing about half of my great dessert I pulled out my mandolin just pluckign a few strings in a quiet melody, tuning it up. My fingers glazed over the strings feeling that fimiliar sensation of music entering me even with the simple melodies.
 
Harem Girl

I heard the Minstrel begins to play again. Now that is the sound I love. Makes me want to dance again, but before then I need the ladies room. Seeing the Librarian coming back from it, I exuse myself. "Could you please tell me how I could get to the ladies room? I would have ask Merelan, but she was busy talking."

She was kind to show me where it was. "Thank you," I said to her, as she went back to the table. On the way to the room, I became very busy checking rooms out. Every door I open, each room had a different look. Better be careful, before I get caught.

Even the bathroom, was outstanding. She really did a beautiful job with this place. I did my business and headed back. Now I just can't go back that fast, have to check other rooms out.
 
Librarian

I smiled at the Harem girl and nodded, "This way.." As I walked her to the washroom I grinned in thought. Pausing at the door I chuckled and whispered, "Check some of this place out on the way back.. this house is positively sinful!" I gave her a wink and headed back, sitting next to the plucking minstrel.
"Very lovely..." I brushed my fingers through my hair and sat back, just listening to the delightful sounds he strummed out.
 
The Minstrel

I slowed my strumming as she aproached. I lenaed back pluckign softly hearing her comment I smile and say. "There are many forms of power, but the strongest one I find is to be able to pleasure others with music." I chuckle leanign back strumming softly smiling. "Then again theres other ways to pleasure people, even a few greater then music."
 
Librarian

I turned towards him, leaning on the chair arm and cocked a brow at his words.
"Oh really? And what are these things you mention?" I smiled, a secretive knowing smile playing across my lips. I watched him closely, my tongue darting out to run across my lip, not a practived move just a habit at times. I wondered how well he played a female's tune with those fingers of his? Do I dare ask? I smiled, waiting for his answer, not yet giving into the word play and asking bluntly anything. I wondered as well if he was dominate or if he was a shy type? I would have to watch and see just what he did.
 
The Minstrel

At her words my eyes moved from my figners to her eyes, smoldering silently from her words yet all the more intruiged. I smile my eyes still smoldering at her verble sword play.
"Certainly you do not doubt a Minstrel to be inexperienced in such things?" " 'Specially such an experienced Bard as myself." My fingers continued to pluck a socft yet more playful tune on the mandolin.
 
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