Editor: WhiteWave48
Chapter 03 -- The temperature rises - the party swings
Interrupting Jenny's forbidden thoughts, a deep familiar voice called her name. As Jenny turned her head, she spotted Rick elbowing his way through the motley crowd with French Royalty in tow. Introductions were quickly exchanged before Rick wandered off with a pretty young thing who talked slow and moved fast.
King Louis XIV and his wife, Marie Antoinette, were the hosts of the party and very gracious. Louis was all decked out in a blue satin outfit dotted with tiny gold fleur-de-lys, while Marie Antoinette, a stunning blue-eyed beauty with platinum hair (clearly a wig) in a French twist, was sheathed in a pure white 18th century ball gown that was cut to reveal a most exquisite bosom.
The Sun King, as it turned out, was Rick's boss at work, although not the company's Big Boss who was supposed to be around somewhere. As His Royal Majesty bent to kiss Jenny's hand -- no one had ever done THAT before -- Her Majesty leaned over to give Jenny a kiss on both cheeks, Froggy style. In the process, however, the Queen's extremely low-cut bodice let loose its rambunctious twins.
"Oops," said Jenny, pointing to the Queen's unloosed lovelies.
"Oh, you naughty girls," quipped Marie Antoinette as she noticed her 'au naturel' state. "They've been coming up for air all night," said Marie with a laugh, as she casually popped her beauties back into place then turned to greet another guest.
Jenny, despite her initial qualms, began to feel more comfortable with the 'laissez-faire' spirit of the evening and soon found that she was really enjoying herself. Jenny could tell from the foreign accents -- American, English, French, Slavic, German, and even Scottish - that this was an international crowd, not just Aussies. It was also a very handsome crowd. The men were of all ages, but uniformly good-looking and in shape. The women were younger, for the most part, but several were older and, as the expression goes, 'well-preserved'.
Marie Antoinette was an attentive hostess, gently leading Jenny by the arm and introducing her to one group or another, each involved in very interesting conversations. Charming too, thought Jenny, that Marie sought to preserve the mystery of the evening by always referring to each guest by the name of the character they were impersonating.
Jenny was introduced to a lovely couple -- "Anna", who carried a stuffed bear with a toy train in its paw, and "the Count".
"So nice to meet you," cooed Jenny. "Your dress is lovely Anna, and you, Count Vronsky, are very handsome in your Guards uniform."
The couple smiled, clearly gratified that someone had finally recognized them as the famous and tragic literary couple from Tolstoy's "Anna Karenina".
Jenny knew that there were no true singles at the party -- even Jenny herself was with Rick and Marti -- but there were no strict rules about who could come with whom (no pun intended) nor was there any limit to how many people were to be represented in the phrase 'famous lovers'. Most people were couples, it seemed, but there were certainly some trios and even a quartet or two. Gender reversal was also one of the surprises.
The Never-Land group, for example, included a youthful Peter -- naturally, since Peter Pan never grew up -- while Tinkerbelle was likely pushing 40 but with no qualms about showing off her considerable charms in a very short skirt with a tight sequined top that glittered with pixie dust. The third member of their group was a rather slutty young Wendy Darling, nearly popping out of a very low cut top matched with a white micro-mini skirt. Rounding out the quartet was a gender-reversed Captain Hook who called herself Captain Hooker but did not have a hook anywhere on her hot little body, at least not anyplace clearly visible.
"Tink" was pretty and pleasant, but perhaps, as befits a fairy, she was not a MENSA candidate. Due to an acquaintance with literature that rarely ventured beyond 'TV Guide', Tink had a hard time figuring out who the other guests were supposed to be. She was, for example, quite surprised to find that the toga-clad man who called himself Julius, was NOT John Belushi's "Bluto" from the film 'Animal House'.
"If only her brains were in her tits," thought Jenny, "she'd be a genius."
Of course, poor Tinkerbelle was not the only one having trouble identifying the guests. Jenny could hardly contain herself when she heard one man ask his wife if the guy they had been talking to, in the tights and a ruffled collar, was supposed to be Humpty Dumpty.
"No dear," explained his wife patiently, "his name is Hamlet... not Omelet."
A younger version of Hugh Heffner was surrounded by three scantily-clad Playboy bunnies, while the King -- Elvis, not Louis -- belted out a few bars of 'Blue Suede Shoes' as he strolled through the crowd, accompanied by his own gaggle of winsome young women. Cinderella was dancing with Prince Charming while Romeo clicked his champagne glass with an exquisitely gowned Juliet.
In some cases two women came together as 'famous lovers' but Jenny was not sure if they were just friends or really lovers. Could it be? Jenny thought one same-sex couple looked like Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie, while a Lindsay Lohan look-alike accompanied a dead-ringer for Hillary Swank. Yet another... oh, there were too many faces, and Jenny was losing track of who went with whom.
Jenny put her hand to her head. She had not been counting how many glasses she had downed of that punch bowl drink promoted as a 'Magic Potion'. Magic, or just good vodka, it tasted great and went down like water, but it was putting Jenny in a state of mind that was getting a little dangerous. But the party was so much fun, she decided. Getting a little buzz on was no big deal.
During a lull in a conversation with Marti, the buxom Monica Lewinsky, and Nordic-looking Pussy Galore, Jenny excused herself to go to the powder room, but when she tried the door she found it locked. Knowing there would be several more bathrooms in a house like this Jenny took off in search of another loo, but as she began poking around she noticed several of the party-goers had become rather forward, to say the least, with other people's spouses, or dates.
Little Bo Peep, complete with bows on her pig tails and a white ruffled dress, managed to bend over to pick up her fallen shepherd's crook right in front of Elvis and, since her bottom was bare, it was clear that she had lost more than her sheep that evening. Likewise, lovely Guinevere was stroking the chest of a muscular Las Vegas gangster -- or pimp, since they dressed much the same -- while her knight in shining armor was giving mouth-to-mouth to a Vegas showgirl whose playful fingers were walking their way down to Lancelot's tilting lance.
Moving on, Jenny noticed Peter Pan deep in conversation with the nearly naked Eve, while Tinkerbelle had grabbed young Harry Potter -- not quite as young as the character he portrayed, but not more than a few years out of school -- and was leading him down a darkened hallway. Jenny hesitated, then followed them at a distance. She thought they would duck into an empty room, or perhaps escape into the garden, but at the end of the hallway the couple slipped into a large party room that was filled to over-flow with half-drunk revelers and a completely smashed band.
Since the door was open a crack, Jenny peeked in. She blinked, and looked again. There, in a room full of cheering guys, costumed women of all ages lined up to take the stage -- a raised platform -- do a little dance and give their best imitation of 'American Idol'. As Jenny watched, some women went up alone and others were in a group. One called up her boyfriend -- or somebody's boyfriend -- but all seemed drunk out of their minds. The singing, if you could call it that, was awful and the accompaniment was ragged, but the men -- as well as the women who had returned to the audience -- cheered madly for whoever was on stage, and the performers ate it up like candy.
Jenny slipped inside and took up a position in a dark corner, then looked around to see if Rick and Marti, or perhaps Zorro and the Senorita were in the crowd, but it was hard to spot anyone in that crowd. Then, she did see him -- Rick -- yes, she was sure that was him with a group of guys applauding the show, but he had ditched his costume. Jenny was about to wave to Rick when the crowd surged and she lost sight of him. Looking back toward the stage, Jenny saw why the audience was getting psyched up.
The act on stage featured a perky-titted girl in a nautical uniform (was she the captain of the Love Boat?) doing a bump and grind with a busty Indian Princess while a hard-bodied Graduate in cap and gown, a voluptuous Fairy -- the old-fashioned kind -- and a teasing Tool-girl all pranced and danced to the beat of the music. Jenny was amazed, but also -- as she took a closer look at the nether regions of the performers -- a bit perplexed. She involuntarily glanced downward at her own pussy, and wondered... was she the only one at this party who didn't have a clean shave?
A yell from the crowd brought Jenny's attention back to the stage where the current performers proved to be the most daring -- or the most drunk -- so far, because when someone called out "show us your ass" or "tits and clits", the girls readily complied, initially playing peek-a-boo with their barely-covered boobs and booties, then pulling each others pants down, and finally flinging tops, panties and the rest of their clothing into the raucous cheering crowd. Soon, some large denomination folding money was being thrown onto the stage and the obliging ladies bent over each bill, giving the men all they wanted in terms of clits and tits, each performer attempting to out-do the next in erotic poses and gestures.
Before long the Indian Princess was licking and sucking the Navy girl from tip to toe and stem to stern until her nautical neighbor returned the favor by dropping to her knees and massaging the Princess's private parts until the buckskin beauty groaned, bucked her hips and gushed a sweet load of hot cum from her cunt, right up there on the stage. Soon, gals in the audience were stripping down to their underwear or just their shoes and imitating the erotic action on the stage with whoever was standing next to them, male or female. Right before her very eyes, Jenny realized, the room was turning into an orgy and Jenny, rather than being shocked, found her own pussy getting hotter and wetter by the minute.
Jenny now realized that Tink and Harry had found the next best thing to a completely private room, that is, a room that was so sexually charged that no one gave a flying fig about who was hooking up with whom, or why. And speaking of that amorous couple, Jenny saw that they were, in fact, moving up to the stage to take the place of the nearly naked performers who had now moved down into the audience.
Somebody shoved a drink into Jenny's hand, then moved on. Jenny drank deeply and turned toward the stage, transfixed and excited.
Tink took the stage with a bound and began to gyrate like a bitch in heat. Her enormous boobs shook and shimmied until, as if by their own power, they popped out of her skimpy top and began to swing to and fro, in counter-point to Tink's swaying hips, as the tempo of Tink's primitive dance became more and more frantic.
