Harlon
The tight fitting mask always felt awkward at first. He adjusted it in the mirror, making sure it stuck to his skin in a clean manner, leaving his eyes and mouth clear of the flesh-imitating material. It's form sat so close to the shape of his face he could almost swear he'd been born with it. Well, almost. The face was the same as all the others. Bone white with a metallic red sheen around the eyes gave it an exotic look, noticeably obscuring the true face of the wearer, but still remaining curiously pleasing to the eyes. Guys or girls, all would be wearing them tonight. He finished pressing the mask down to a comfortable position and went out of the bathroom to sit on the end of the bed and wait. He was wearing a loose white t-shirt and simple pants over his shorts. He was about average height for a 20 year old, not particularly fit, but not fat either. His brown hair reached down the back of his neck in a slight mess but his fringe was short and brushed up a little. He was no model, but he was a nice looking guy, features still not burdened by years of worry. Although he was feeling a minute amount of stress now, if only a little. He always did just before a Rotation meet.
The Rotation was an interesting club and although Harlon had been a member since he began his degree, even now in his third year each event still brought a fresh new experience for him. Sometimes it was sweet, sometimes weird, and sometimes things that he'd never even thought of before turned the night wild. He had no idea who'd founded it. He didn't even know who most of the other members were. It was obviously controlled by someone with clout though. The room in which he sat was big for what was modestly called a dorm room. It boasted a comfortable double-bed, adjustable lighting, an en suite bathroom, a minibar and, perhaps most importantly, sound-proofed walls. There was nothing sinister behind this design of course, these well furbished dorm rooms had been intended for the music school, still slated for completion some years into the future. In sound-proofed rooms the musicians would be able to practice without disturbing each other. The Rotation took advantage of this aspect for their club's particular style of event. Despite being ostensibly uninhabited, the rooms had power, furniture and working plumbing. Someone was clearly in a position to make things happen. Harlon would never get the chance to thank this person, but sometimes he felt himself wishing he could. He'd be having this thought again very likely within the next hour or so.
Harlon noticed that the interesting thing about a sound-proofed room is that silence becomes louder than normal. The loud silence always made him somewhat nervous, the anticipation of waiting for the speaker in the ceiling corner to play its little bell and herald the beginning was always far longer in his head than it was in reality. So lost was he in staring at the bell, waiting for it to go off, that when it finally did chime sweetly he started. This was it, the night was starting.
Despite the sound outside being dampened, he could feel the vibrations of the feet thumping along the corridor, pitter-pattering around as the girls outside stopped before a door. The bell chimed again and the running outside increased its pace for a moment before stopping completely. The end of the bed Harlon was sitting on faced the door and watched as the handle slowly turned.
The girl that walked in was slender, with narrow hips and rounded c-cup breasts that swelled nicely under the bright patterned cocktail dress she was wearing. The hem only just reached her knees and left her long, smooth legs exposed down to her bare feet. Her hair was a deep rich black that went straight down her back to her shoulder-blades. Her skin was so pale Harlon thought it almost matched the stark white of the mask she wore that mirrored his own. She closed the door behind her, still facing Harlon, and leant against it.
The Pale Girl smiled at him, the red lipstick she wore standing out from the white face plastered to her skin. "Hiii." She intoned sweetly in a long breath.
"Hiya," was as far as he got before she stalked confidently across the room and placed herself in his lap, her legs straddling the ouside of his own. The position left her very open to him, yet he had the feeling he may not be the one in control of this session. She placed one hand on his shoulder for balance and the other on his face as she pulled him into a deep kiss, grinding her pelvis into him at the same time. She tasted sweet, the lipstick's aroma in his nose and on his tounge adding flavour to the kiss. Her tongue probed his mouth, wrapping around his own and rubbing against it with gentle force. His hands rested on her hips to start with, and as she was off to such a great start Harlon was happy to let her take this where she wanted.
Either picking up his tacit indications or simply pushing on with her own will in mind, the Pale Girl reached her free hand down to grasp Harlon's, pulling it up and sliding it gently across her chest and into the dress, all the while continuing their kiss with only the barest pauses for breath. As his right hand slid down Harlon felt there was no bra under the dress, only bare skin, and he cupped her left pale orb in his fingers, gently taking her hardening nipple in his forefinger and thumb. He squeezed the little nub gently and it instantly stiffened, little goosebumps rippling across her skin.
She broke off the kiss to giggle, 'Keep that up and these puppies will get mighty hard.' The nipple between his fingers was certainly getting solid and Harlon also laughed.
'You're not kidding, I could put my eye out with this thing,' he said, still not stopping his attentions to the hardening nipple. He brushed the dress down a little to expose the bright pink areola.
The girl sighed, 'Hey don't leave one out, she's getting jealous,'
