September 29th, 2023.
I was standing on the balcony, overlooking the city stretched out before me. I'd never been to Venice before. In my younger years I could only really fantasize about going places like that, or staying in 5-star hotels while there, for that matter. Yet here I was, watching afternoon begin to turn into evening as I waited for the sun to go down. Picturesque was one word for it.
Yet I couldn't fully relax, knowing what was ahead of me and that I would have to deal with it in just the right way to avoid some kind of disaster. Again, like I had been doing for weeks, I asked myself why the hell I was doing this at all. It wasn't required of me, and frankly, in a lot of ways it was a bad idea all together. I reached into my pocket and grabbed the piece of cardstock again. The whole thing was embossed, but my fingers made a point of only running over one word.
Anya.
I glanced down at the invitation again, detailing the time and location of not only her wedding, but the party that was to happen tonight. A pre-party for everyone to gather in the form of a black-tie masquerade. I had to smirk the first time I read it, assuming that the wedding itself wouldn't fit enough of Anya's goth aesthetic, so she opted to have something with a bit more dramatic flair as a warmup to the event. And now here I was. Waiting for it to start so I could attend. At Anya's request.
All this of course had come as a great surprise to me. Things had become...complicated since Anya told me what was happening. The night she informed me of not only the upcoming wedding, but of another very important detail (I'll get to later), things had taken a turn. Whatever Anya and I "were" to each other didn't feel quite the same.
And so, I hadn't expected to even receive a direct word from her on the subject. Only a few of the women at the Lodge would reach out to talk to me about their getting married or things of that nature, but for me to receive an actual invitation to such a ceremony was unheard of. I was confused to say the least. Upon receiving the invitation, I actually reached out, texting Anya a picture of it, leading to the following exchange:
Me: "Was this a mistake, by any chance?"
Anya: "No."
Me: "You're serious?"
Anya: "Yes. Please come. I want you to be there."
I didn't answer that. What was I to say? "Yes, of course I'll come and watch you get married. That won't be difficult for me at all. And I've been introduced to so many of your family and friends that I'll fit right in. I won't have to awkwardly hide my identity or our connection in the slightest."
While I was thinking, my phone dinged again.
Anya: "Please?"
Me: "I'll think about it."
It was another week before I told her that I would come. Aside from the...whole thing with Anya and I, the event was taking place in Venice. It wasn't exactly a quick drive down the road. It was a commitment in itself. I didn't feel great about it, but that's when it hit me that even if I was going to go to the wedding alone, that didn't mean I needed to spend the entire time I was there alone. Anya would clearly be busy, so what would it matter to her what I did in the hours between events? And why would she care, when clearly she would be busy herself?
And so, I set out to find myself a pleasant distraction. I brain-stormed for a while, debating *who* exactly would be the best fit for this. As it always was while traveling to rendezvous with someone outside the Lodge, it was a sensitive issue. Those going couldn't be too recognizable, or had to at least be adept enough to get to where they're going without being spotted by the paparazzi. For that reason, I crossed a few names off the list, mainly Emma Watson, to my disappointment, and the Riverdale trio, as they'd be too visible together.
When all was said and done, I had three perfect choices that were available, and very excited at the prospect.
One choice fulfilled multiple roles. I wanted someone bubbly and fun, that could lighten the mood and keep things giggly. I also wanted someone with a very notable feature. I debated trying to find a perfect pair of tits to bring with, but unfortunately Kat Dennings was unavailable. And so, my first entry was Hailee Steinfeld and her ass.
Along the same lines, I wanted someone not just eager, but almost insatiable. One of the more submissive types that I could be a little rough with and she wouldn't make it a big deal. Kiernan Shipka was the obvious choice.
Lastly, I wanted someone *intense*. Not intense like the previous two. I wanted someone with that kind of indescribable quality that would *really* pull me in and keep me distracted. One name came to mind, and when I reached out to her she was very excited. It wouldn't even be the first trip we'd taken together. Ana De Armas was the perfect choice.
Naturally, we couldn't all travel together. Paparazzi catching a group of celebs in Venice at the same time as Anya's wedding but not attending it would be suspicious. Especially if they were spotted together. So we made a coordinated effort to split up among different planes leaving at different times. I'd get to the hotel first, and they'd arrive one at a time shortly after. I flew first class on a public plane (which made the 14 hour flight much more tolerable), and they all chartered their own private planes to avoid the dreaded airport walk.
The trepidation I felt was temporarily gone during the flight. I was even downright giddy as the four of us created a group chat and were texting each other updates of our respective travels. Ana and I were even in the air at the same time, which led to some great jokes about whether or not we had to wait for everyone to be together before anything happened. I of course said 'no promises', which then led to Kiernan sending a picture of herself rubbing her pussy and a response of "I can't promise that either."
While I was very much looking forward to all of us meeting up, there was one other person that I knew I'd likely see while there. Cara Delevingne. One of Anya's closer friends these days, and the only other Lodge member to be going to her wedding. Not that I expected her to join in the quartet that had formed, but it was nice to know there was at least one person other than Anya that I knew at the wedding. But, that was also where my apprehension returned. Anya had relayed to Cara that I would be there, so of course she reached out to me. We were texting on the flight, and discovered that purely by happenstance, the two of us were staying in the same hotel.
Suddenly my intrigue was piqued. Cara was with her girlfriend, but hey, who knew? Maybe she'd be down, too, and then the group would grow to six. Alas, the topic didn't actually come up, and I didn't even get to explain to Cara who else was coming before I landed. All I did upon reaching the hotel and checking in, was text her my room number with an "In case you want to say hi" and a wink emoji. I doubted she'd come by, as I had no doubts that Cara's interest in the Lodge was firstly fucking Anya, then fucking other women, and then fucking me, but there were a few times that she came over by herself just to play.
But after I arrived, I was alone for a while. I was fine with that, as it allowed me to get settled in the room and get a quick nap to help recover from the flight. I checked the status of the three on their way, finding that Ana was in the city and on her way, and Hailee and Kiernan were close to landing. Hurray for that. It was as I was laying out my outfit for the masquerade that I heard a knock at the door. A quiet one that didn't give me the impression it was a hotel employee. When I opened the door, there stood Cara.
"Hey," I said as I leaned on the door.
Cara wasn't just standing there, she was carrying a large garment bag over her shoulder and another square bag in her other hand.
"Hey. Leah and I are doing a kind of 'reveal' to each other, so I told her I'd go find another mirror to get ready in," Cara said as she slipped past me into the room.
"Ohhh, I see," I said as I shut the door and then followed her.
"You asshole, your room is even bigger than mine," Cara said as she looked around.
I assumed it was, since I booked the suite-iest suite they had. It was classic Venice in every sense of the word, with elaborate architecture, carved wooden details lining the walls, fancy furniture, etc. Not to mention things like the all old-world marble bathroom, the balcony that looked out onto the canals, etc.
"I figured, why skimp? Wanted to make it fun," I said.
"JE-SUS," Cara's voice echoed from the bathroom before she returned empty-handed.
"So I'm assuming you're using *my* bathroom to get ready, is why you're here?" I asked.
"Yes, but I also wanted to talk to you."
