The Yes Game The Halloween Party

Two weeks after the Bee Sting.

"Ahh, this is more like it," James thought as he lay naked on the massage table waiting for Monique to come in. He'd parked two blocks away in front of a restaurant where he was currently "eating lunch" if Sara happened to turn on the find my phone feature to check up on him.

He had course had to quit going to his last spa, and was trying to find another one where he could replicate that old humiliation magic.

So far, he'd tried two others, but they hadn't worked out. Oh sure, the girls had snickered when he rolled over and exposed his little, clean shaven penis, but they had no interest in teasing him any further.

"But hey, maybe third times the charm," he thought as he waited for Monique.

It wasn't.

Sara was in a zoom meeting, bored out of her mind. She'd checked her stocks, and updates on Meta and Bluesky. She'd even checked on James. It looked like he was eating lunch at that new burger joint. She thought about going into street view and cruising a few blocks in either direction looking for Spas, but no, she was pretty sure she'd cured James of that habit.

Suddenly, her phone started buzzing and she saw that Katie was calling.

"Damn," she thought.

She immediately texted-"in a mtg, can I call u in 10?"

Ten minutes later she was on the phone with Katie.

"Sorry to bother you, I just wanted your advice on something."

"Of course," Sara replied.

It concerns the party. Halloween themed, so costumes obviously, but do you think everyone should just come as whoever or should I try to theme it, you know like 50's dress up or super heroes only or famous actors and actresses?"

Sara had to smile. This question was so breathtakingly stupid that it had to be the "lame excuse" that Jenny had predicted.

"Oh no, don't limit it, it will be so much more fun to see what everyone comes up with on their own."

"Right, right, yeah, that's what I was thinking too."

Silence.

And then Katie, spoke up again. "So how are you, how was your, um, meeting?"

Sara had to stifle a laugh. "Oh you know, it was a meeting."

"Yeah, and um how is James? Has the poor dear recovered?"

"Oh he's getting there. It probably doesn't help that I keep teasing him about it."

"Well, it was pretty funny."

Silence.

"Um listen, Gwen and I were talking and..."

(Here it comes thought Sara)

...and well, we just wondered what your feelings would be about something similar happening to James at the Halloween party?"

And before Sara could even respond, she continued, "I mean we aren't talking much, just a quick accidental exposure like at your house, but it wouldn't really be an accident of course, but it would be quick, very quick."

"I would love it," Sara said.

"Oh really," Katie said, sounding so relieved.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Oh gosh, I don't know, we haven't really given it much thought. Maybe James could come as a life Guard and accidentally get knocked into the pool.

Oh and he'd be wearing one of those prank swimsuits that sort of disintegrate in water, so he'd be naked when he came out.

Oh and the heater wouldn't be on in the pool, so the water would be freezing so he wouldn't want to stay in there.

Oh and because of the cold water, his small issue would look even um smaller."

Sara laughed. "Haven't given it any thought, huh."

"Oh well maybe a little," Katie giggled.

"Ok I'll work on James, make him think it was my idea. I'll dress as one as well, so he won't suspect. Now should I get the suit?"

"Oh no, I'll take care of that," Katie said. "Listen, I'll get you one as well so that you guys will match. Of course, no one will throw you in the water. Just wear yours over a one piece and you guys will look straight out of Baywatch."

"Perfect," said Sara. "Talk to you soon."

Katie smiled when she got off the phone.

"Perfect indeed," she thought.

Katie was not one to leave anything to chance.

She had ordered one of these "gag" suits and had her husband wear it in their pool.

She hadn't told him about it. She wanted to gage his surprise and panic.

No surprise. No panic.

The suit came apart slowly and in big enough pieces that they could still be used for cover. And the inner lining stayed in tact!

So these suits, she figured were designed to cause mild embarrassment, nothing more.

Well that wouldn't do!

She ordered another suit and took it to a seamstress she knew. She told the woman what she needed. The woman took one look at the suit and went to work.

"Part of your problem is that not all of it uses water soluble thread. So that's step one. Then, we'll have to cut and re-sew parts of the suit so that no one piece is bigger than say 3inches by 3 inches."

"Can you do that without making it look like Frankenstein's bathing suit?"

"Sort of. I can make it look like a pretty regular bathing suit. Tell me why we are doing this? Are you pranking your husband?"

For some reason, Katie told this woman the whole story. The bee incident and the plan for the Halloween party.

The seamstress howled. "Oh God, how I'd love to see that!"

"Oh you should come" said Katie.

"Could I?! That would be great. I'll work extra hard on this! Can I bring my daughters?

"Oh sorry, no children allowed."

"She laughed again. They're nineteen and twenty one."

It was Katie's turn to laugh.

After she left, she chastised herself for inviting more people. It was supposed to just be a neighborhood party for about thirty people and now she'd invited her seamstress and her two daughters and Jenny, Sara's friend, who was also bringing at least two people.

And then there was Frank. She just knew he was inviting extra people.

After the experiment with the not so disintegrating swim suit, she told him what was up.

She had come home the afternoon of the bee sting incident and told Frank all about it.

He of course had loved it.

"I should have figured that loser had a little dick," he roared.

So when she told him how she wanted to embarrass James at the Halloween Party, he was all in, happy to help.

And then everyday, it was "Oh God, I've got to invite so and so, they'd get a real kick out of this!"

Gwen was doing the same thing. She and her husband were swingers. The only other neighborhood couple in their little clique was Amanda and her husband. She had called Amanda on the way home from James and Sara's house to laughingly tell her to scratch them off their wish list.

Amanda reminded her that she had domme tendencies, so actually she'd love to get her hands on someone like James.

She called her again later to make sure that she was coming to Katie's Halloween party.

Their thinking was things might get kinda kinky that night and there might be some real recruiting that could take place, so Gwen invited a few other couples so they too could enjoy the fun.

Sara couldn't wait to call Jenny and tell her how right she had been. She filled her in on the phone call with Katie and the plan to expose James to a few people at the party.

Again, it was Jenny's turn to educate Sara on the ways of the world.

"Now you know Katie wouldn't go to all this trouble just to have James flash a few people who happen to be standing around her pool at that moment.

Flash five people, hell, you did that and..."

"And of course she'll have to top me," Sara interrupted.

"Exactly," Jenny said. "Are you sure you want to submit poor old James to whatever she has in mind?"

"Poor old James my ass! He has started up again. He thinks I don't know, he thinks he's out-smarted me, so yeah, I'm ready to enjoy any humiliation that comes his way."

"Well he hasn't been back to our place, so I guess that means he's cheating on us! So I guess I'll be enjoying the show as well.

By the way, I'm bringing Scarlett and Margaret. Sonia and Jordan passed. Their loss!"

Party Time!!

It had been ridiculously easy to convince James to go as a life guard.

He was not a big fan of Cos play, so the idea of just wearing a tee shirt, a swim suit and flip flops seemed like a gift.

She did have to improvise a bit though. She convinced him that with the t shirt, he just looked like a guy going swimming, she was not wrong.

So off came the shirt, replaced by a whistle on a string around his neck and some zinc oxide on his nose.

As planned, Sara wore a red one piece, with a pair of matching red shorts, her own whistle and her own zinc oxide.

Since Katie only lived about four blocks away, they decided to walk as did most people in the neighborhood. It was strange to see so many adults walking the streets in all manner of strange get ups.

Sara took some satisfaction in James' discomfort as it gradually dawned on him that unlike everyone else he saw, he was in fact going to a party wearing only one piece of clothing.

Everybody was giddy as they approached Katie's house, complimenting each other on the creativity of their costumes.

Two different neighbors came up to James and Sara and complimented them on their costumes. Each woman took an extra beat staring at James' crotch before smiling broadly and walking off.

"Damn," thought Sara, "just how many people are in on this?"

As they reached Katie's door, Sara pulled James aside and said, "Hey, before we go inside, I want to show you something. You left your phone at home, right?"

"Of course," he said, patting his bare chest and swim trunks.

"So if I wanted to know where you were," and here she pulled her phone out of her swim trunks and pressed a few buttons,

"voila!, you are at home!

But wait, that can't be right, because you are right here. Oh wait a minute though, you're wearing your Apple watch, so," a few more taps on her phone, "there we go, you're right here! So, your phone is in one place while your watch is in another. Huh."

She stares at him and waits for him to catch up.

His face goes white and he says, "oh crap!"

He starts to apologize, but she cuts him off.

"It's okay, it's okay. Just don't look to me for help tonight," she says with a little laugh as she turns and walks into Katie's house.

"Help," James thinks, "why would I need help?"

Margaret, not a big drinker, volunteered to drive Jenny and Scarlett, so that they could get "shit faced" as Scarlett so eloquently put it.

Margaret was dressed as Cleopatra or more specifically as Elizabeth Taylor dressed as Cleopatra. She was pretty sure that this was a distinction that no one would pick up on.

Jenny was dressed as Mary Ann from Gilligan's Island. As someone of Korean heritage, she always enjoyed playing with uniquely American iconography.

Scarlett was dressed as a dominatrix.

Jenny had regaled them with the story of the faux bee sting and assured them that tonight would be even better.

They were giddy with excitement.

Katie was also giddy with excitement. It had been fun planning things with Gwen and she had to admit, her husband was also being an enthusiastic partner.

She had breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Sara and James arrive. How ridiculous she would have felt if they had cancelled at the last minute or just not bothered to show up.

Not long after that, she spied Gwen come through the door.

"Hey partner," she called out from across the room.

Gwen smiled and gave her a wink.

And what a room. Katie's house was an open floor plan on steroids.

When you walked in the front door, you took in a huge living room with two big couches and chairs scattered throughout, none of which blocked your view of a dining room table laden with all kinds of food. And from there, to your left was a hint of the kitchen and straight on was the pool.

There didn't seem to be any walls blocking your view of the pool, because there weren't any.

They had those glass doors that could be turned and rolled flush against each side of the room.

"There is our host," Jenny said to Margaret and Scarlett.

"Where?" asked Scarlett.

"There, the woman in the cheerleader costume."

"Damn, she's hot," said Scarlett, "and who is the lady next to her supposed to be?"

"Good lord," said Margaret, "she is the spitting image of Anna Nicole Smith!"

"Who," said both Jenny and Scarlett.

"Never mind," said Margaret.

Jenny spied Peggy and brought the girls over to meet her.

"Wow, great dominatrix costume," Peggy said to Scarlett.

"Yeah, we're not sure it's really a costume," Jenny muttered.

Peggy gave a nervous laugh.

"And what is your costume?" Margaret asked. "It looks a little, um incomplete."

"Right," said Peggy, "I am the first half of a centaur costume. I am looking for a man willing to kiss my ass to complete the costume!"

An hour or so into the party, it was obvious that there were more folks than had been planned for and that was even after Katie figured there would be more people than she had planned for!

The food was already starting to run out, but there was still plenty of booze.

People Katie didn't even know were coming up to her and asking her with a wink and a nudge when the show was going to start.

She found Gwen and Sara for a quick huddle.

"I thought we'd do the thing at 10:00 or so, but the natives are getting restless, so maybe we oughta move things up a bit?"

"Oh goodie," clapped Sara. "Now where has James gotten to?"

"I'll wrangle him," said Gwen "and meet you out by the pool."

"And I'll get the photographers in place" said Katie.

Katie had done the latest, hippest thing for this party. She had three photographers mixing throughout the party, taking pictures. To receive copies, you had to give your cell phone number and batches of pictures would be sent randomly, which you could save or delete.

Everyone had been sent an email (and there was a sign on the front door) that stated that by entering the premises, you were giving consent to be photographed.

One was dressed up in old timey clothes, with a tripod and that curtain thingy you through over yourself. Another was dressed in a sports jacket and a fedora and had one of those cameras with the big flash bulb attachment, like in the 40's and finally, a woman who looked like Annie Leibovitz with a Canon camera with a huge zoom lens attached.

The catch was that the cameras were all props. All actual photos were taken with their respective phones with group emails already set up and ready to go.

Included on this list was Katie's (Frank's) humongous big screen TV that took up most of the right wall of the living room.

Gwen noticed that James was drinking a lite beer, so she grabbed one out of the fridge and brought it with her.

"Here hon, that beer must be getting warm, so I brought you a cold one," Gwen said as she grabbed the other bottle out of James' hand.

"Oh, um thanks" said James, taking it from her and taking a swig. "Crazy party huh?"

"I would expect no less from Katie."

Gwen could tell that James was still a little nervous around her, so she took advantage.

"Let's just hope there aren't any bees buzzing around tonite."

James gave her a weak smile and took a long pull on his beer.

"Oh, I almost forgot, they are taking pictures of couples out by the pool and Sara's looking for you."

A line had formed and the photographer with the tripod camera was taking pictures of couples with the pool as a backdrop. Although it was dark outside, Katie had so many outside lights on that you couldn't really tell.

James was looking around for Sara when Katie sidled up to him.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Oh sure, thanks for doing this."

"Did you see that Jenny's here?"

"No," James said a little flummoxed, "I didn't know you invited her."

"Oh I couldn't have her miss this. We kind of bonded over, well, you know."

And she gave out a little giggle.

James couldn't meet her eye and looked around desperately for Sara. He finally spotted her, she was in fact talking to Jenny. He then did a double take. She wasn't just talking to Jenny, she was also talking to Scarlett and Margaret!

He finished up his beer and headed over to Sara.

"Well there you are," she said.

"Jimmy!" Exclaimed Scarlett and Jenny, each giving him a bear hug and a playful swat on his butt.

"James," said Margaret, giving him a big smile. "Are you behaving yourself tonight?"

James was having trouble with the worlds colliding of it all, when Scarlett spoke up again.

"Look at you all lifeguardy. No shirt, a bold choice. If I fall in, will you rescue me and give me mouth to mouth?"

James was still struggling for words when a woman tapped him on the shoulder. "You guys are next" she said.

"We're next what?"James asked.

James hadn't even realized he was in a line, so Sara explained.

"To get our picture taken silly. Have you not noticed the flash every few minutes?"

"Well I..."

Sara grabbed his arm and turned him toward the photographer.

He looked around and saw that everyone was staring at him. He saw Katie, Gwen, Scarlett Jenny, Margaret, other people he knew and plenty he didn't, all staring at him and smiling.

He was just starting to piece together that something was off when...

"Smile!"

FLASH

And before he could get his eyes to refocus, someone (Frank) had shoved him and he was in the pool.

FREEZING, that was his first thought.

As he surfaced, he could hear cheering, which he thought was an odd reaction, but he didn't linger on that thought, he was focused on getting out of this pool.

"Hey there clumsy, let me help you out of there," said Frank. Frank was dressed as Tarzan and had not been wearing much more than James, but he was now.

"Mike, give me a hand will you?"

Mike, an employee of Frank's and almost as big as Frank was wearing jeans and his old college football jersey.

Both men knelt down to help pull James out, although it seemed to him at first that they were doing the opposite.

They could see what James was too distracted to notice, little pieces of suit floating away.

"Okay, everybody, on three. Ready?"

And as Frank and Mike began, the crowed echoed the countdown.

One. ONE!

Two. TWO!

Three. THREE!

And with that, James was pulled out of the water and hoisted to his feet.

The laughter was deafening.

Relieved to be out of the water, James was confused by all the laughter.

Maybe if he had been dressed as a pirate or werewolf it would be a funny look sopping wet, but what was funny about a wet guy in a bathing suit?

And that's when it hit him.

Katie and Gwen were arm in arm, laughing so hard. The look on James' face when it dawned on him was icing on the cake! And the cake, well it looked even smaller than last time.

"Oh my God," Jenny laughed, "how did you make it even smaller?"

"I didn't do anything," Sara said, "I have never seen it so small, it must be the water."

"I thought he was circumcised" said Scarlett.

James was having more or less the same thought.

His mushroom head had retracted and it looked like he had a one inch uncircumcised penis.

He desperately wanted to cover himself, but was reminded that he was being held by each arm when Frank spoke out.

"Damn, somebody check the pool, I think his dick might have fallen off!"

"I think we are going to need a magnifying glass glass," someone called out.

"I have one" a man dressed as Sherlock Holmes called out.

A woman snatched it from him and walked up to James, making a big show of bringing it up to his penis.

Just then the mushroom head suddenly popped out as James's penis spasmed and doubled in size, causing the woman to shriek and everyone else to start laughing again.

Frank looked to Katie for the signal to let James go.

She was looking forward to the moment when he covered himself with his hands and realized that he had nothing else to cover himself with.

She was about to give Frank the OK when that friend of Jenny's suddenly spoke up.