Chapter 1: Memory Lane
"I'd punch two clowns and kick a mime for a freaking drink right now," Shawn groaned.
"I know. You've said this twice now baby, but we are almost there," consoled Vanessa, giving her man a sympathetic smile.
The muggy summer night was uncomfortable and oppressive even with the top down on her skimmer. Even the wind was hot on their faces as they sped down the forest reserve road. "Sorry 'Ness, the heat just makes me cranky sometimes. How about this, you get to pick the first ride we hit when we get there." He put on his best innocent-boy smile to seal the deal.
"You mean after your mandatory stop at the food dispensaries of course?"
"Of course."
Vanessa grinned and thought for a moment, "I think any trip to the Carnival should start with the Merry Go 'Round," she decided. She had a mental wish list, but some things were just tradition. She could not pass on the House of Mirrors or the Tilt a'Whirl since falling in love with them since her 21st birthday when she became just old enough to attend the Annual State Carnival.
Her mind drifted back to the party that started at her favorite restaurant, but really kicked off at the House of Mirrors. She started to get a bit excited, recalling when she walked into the large dome, her bare feet sinking into the soft, cushioned floor of luxurious green Fuzzfelt.
Looking up and around in awe she was greeted to a breathtaking panoramic view of the whole dome, thanks to a seamless mirrored surface that revealed everyone and everything in the room, not matter one's point of view. Due to the shape and textures of the room, it seemed like what it would be like to walk into the center of a water droplet that is sitting on a soft fuzzy leaf on a cool spring morning.
Looking behind her at the lift she arrived in, she was surprised at the effect that two way mirrored walls around the lift caused it to seem almost invisible, and gave an unhindered view of the room as an uninterrupted space. Glancing up, she also noted a Luminorb on the top of the lift's shaft that was on the sunset setting which set the mood perfectly with the soft tech-jazz rolling out perfectly hidden floor speakers. Naked and excited, Vanessa looked around the room in every direction until she saw in the ceiling a perfect spot a bit to her right. Getting a choice spot was part of her birthday party package as it allowed her to skip any line in the Carnival for the whole night, and she was determined not to let it go to waste. She had been looking forward to the House of Mirrors all night and made it her first stop for good reason.
After walking over to small alcove just big enough for two, she settled down into an oversized and plush Fuzzfelt hydro-bag with a sigh. The views here would be marvelous as the two alcoves directly across from her were the larger 4 person alcoves, and of course, looking up, she had a clear and intimate view of all the other alcoves in the dome. She even focused on herself to see the view others would have of her and she was impressed. While never described as vain she had to admit the view of her little corner was hot and titillating. She looked at her reflection admiring the view as if it were a stranger's. Vanessa was a mix of Spanish and Black, which along with other gifts from her parents made her distract men daily. From her father, she was blessed with a naturally athletic body, intense dark brown eyes, full lips, and a lusciously round behind. As for her mother's contributions, it was beautiful, long, semi-curly brown hair, a light tan complexion with skin smoother than whipped butter and a set of double D breasts that curved upwards slightly to end at large dark brown nipples and areola. After looking up for a while at her reflection she decided to let her hair down out of its ponytail so that the curls were down to her shoulder.
A satisfied smile spread across her lips as she heard the lift start bringing people from the line up to the dome. At six at a time, the 50 person dome filled quickly with stark naked patrons of all types. She enjoyed herself thoroughly observing them all empty out of the lift and find their own little corners of paradise. As she reclined in her seat and looked up, Ness began to unconsciously play with her nipples and bite her full lips as she took note of her favorite viewing spots and angles now.
To her far left there was a tall, dark-haired black man and woman, most likely siblings in the way they looked so alike and oozed self confidence and control. They both stood above a curvy and quite busty Asian lady so seemed twice their age, making her somewhere in her late 40s. Perched on the hydro-lounger wearing only a black collar with silver studs around her neck, she seemed to almost purr as she writhed and looked to them for direction. The dominating pair spoke quietly to each other as the female half reached out and gently but firmly grasped the collar and pulled the sub to her breast. As she back to suckle like an hungry baby Ness felt her nipples tighten and firm in arousal under her soft fingertips. She squeezed them both and moaned audibly. The couple diagonally across from her looked her way and smiled.