Terri arrived in New Orleans in the early afternoon, on schedule, ready to meet with the company regional directors first thing in the morning. She had been chosen to assist them with implementing the new software system, as it was widely known that she was the most proficient in making all of the new programs and systems work together. They had arranged for a limousine to pick her up from the airport and take her to the hotel in downtown New Orleans.
The driver informed her that there was a mini-fridge there in the rear console and to help herself to a beverage. She opened the door and to her delight was a chilled bottle of Johnnie Walker Black. My, they had thought of everything. She certainly enjoyed the preferential treatment they were providing her for this trip and evidently they were intent on making her feel welcome.
After she arrived at the hotel and was being checked in, the young lady behind the counter handed her an envelope, telling her it was from her corporate office. Enclosed she found an invitation to attend the evening's activities at one of the rather stately mansions down on St. Charles street.
Looking forward to a chance to unwind she went up to her room and immediately drew a nice hot bath in the oversized Jacuzzi tub. Room service was kind enough to bring her up a chilled bottle of champagne to sip while she relaxed. A light meal was provided for her as well; a little something to dine on before her evening out.
After her bath she began to dress for the affair downtown that evening. Slipping into a sheer lace bra, garter with stockings and a skimpy pair of sheer lace panties, something she picked up for herself before traveling, she then put on a lovely little number she picked up as well. A beautiful blue silk dress, belted at the waist with a gold linked chain and trimmed just above the knees. Oh, and don't forget those lovely new high heels that complete the ensemble. "Dress to impress" she told herself. She observed herself in the full-length mirror and couldn't help but admire how nicely the dress fit, as well as show off her taunt 36C breasts under the sheer fabric.
The driver picked her up out in front of the hotel and proceeded to drive her to the address given on the invitation. When they arrived, she was greeted by a gentleman in a tux, who took her inside to the foyer. There she was greeted by a lovely woman, probably in her 50's, who welcomed her and told her that tonight would be an evening of a truly unimaginable experience.
As they walked around through the rather spacious foyer area, Terri couldn't help but notice some of the rather erotic and sensual artwork that decorated the walls, as well as some of the very lifelike statues of women and men in erotic poses. She inquired of the lady as to exactly what type of venue this evening was supposed to be about, as the invitation really didn't go into any detail.
"This evening," she said, "has been arranged for you by an anonymous person. Our instructions were to offer you an opportunity to come and share in our very special experience."
"You see, what we provide here is an opportunity for you, as well as our other guests, to explore your deepest, innermost thoughts and desires; an awakening, so to speak. As you wander about, you are likely to encounter others who are letting their inhibitions go by the wayside, as they find out what it is that stirs their sexual appetite."
"No rooms are off limits, as there are no doors. You will find that each of the rooms has been very elegantly appointed with sofas and lounge chairs and pillows, as well as some rather unique furnishings. Please feel free to venture in and out of the various rooms as you see fit," she encouraged.
"Terri," said her host, "this evening has been given to you so that you can explore and fulfill all that your fantasies can offer. Many of our other guests are already upstairs. Please help yourself to one of our special cocktails over in our lounge and then I want you to visit our library, which is just around the corner. There you will find several artworks, books and even some video entertainment playing on some of the monitors. Just relax and explore. Let's get you over to the lounge now so that you can enjoy something refreshing, as well as quite liberating."
The woman took her over to the lounge entrance and then excused herself to go tend to some of the other guests. Terri took a seat at the bar in one of the comfy barstools and was greeted by a handsome, well tanned gentleman working behind the bar. He was dressed in black pants, light blue long sleeve shirt and gold embroidered black vest and a bowtie.
"I'll have your special my good man," said Terri, "and I'll leave it up to you to determine just what that will be."
He smiled and replied (with a hint of Caribbean accent) -- "I think I know just what it is that a beautiful lady such as you will be needing on such a splendid evening," and with that he began concocting a lovely fruit infused cocktail that tasted every bit as good as it looked. Terri took her time with her drink, engaging in chit-chat with the barkeep and watching as other patrons came and went, some as couples and others who appeared to be on their own.
As she sipped on her drink, she began to ponder just who it was that could have put such an evening together for her. She wasn't blind to the fact that several of the men from the New Orleans agency that had visited her office had expressed a rather not-so-subtle interest in her. They seemed to have taken a bit of interest in her being from the south, especially being a "New Awlins" lady.
She once overheard a rather suggestive conversation about them betting that Ms. Terri probably has a rather extensive collection of Mardi Gras beads. She had to confess to herself about having some racy thoughts about earning some nice beads that way. No harm no foul, right? she thought.
But who would dare to risk their career by exposing themselves as having given her this gift? Certainly someone was hoping to gain the benefits of my willful participation in this adventure, she thought.
After she began working on her second drink, she became aware of an unusual euphoria overtaking her. She found herself beginning to relax and became quite comfortable in her surroundings. Terri forgot about figuring out why she was there, and decided it was time for her to begin exploring this unique establishment, so she picked up her drink, bade farewell to the handsome barkeep and walked over to the library.
Once inside she thumbed through the myriad of art books and photography albums laid out across the large mahogany table in the center of the room. Each of the photos and artwork was primarily erotic in nature. Women and men in various states of undress, some in a garden or outdoor setting, some in a boudoir, and some with rather graphic depictions of sexual expression and lust. Yet, one could only be drawn in by the alluring sensual presentation and tasteful depictions.
Gazing around the room she noticed more statues and wall paintings, and in the corner, she noticed a rather large tv monitor with a remote control nearby. She walked over to the monitor, picked up the remote and turned it on. She was a bit surprised when she found herself watching a couple having sex, apparently in one of the upstairs rooms. Nervously she glanced over her shoulders to see if anyone was watching her. Finding herself alone she began watching the screen a little more intently.
The guy was laid back on an oversized chaise sofa, his head on the pillows. His female friend was straddled over the top of him, riding his cock for all it was worth. Terri felt an incredible tingle flow over her body as she found herself unable to turn away from what she was watching.
