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.
