It's just a couple weeks before Halloween when V lets me know that we've been invited to a bonkers costume party--the kind thrown by one of the local zillionaires.
"It's sure to be full of business douchebags, but I think we should go anyway and have our own fun," she tells me. "What do you think?"
"Sounds fun, V," I say enthusiastically. "Who should we go as?"
"Hmm," she murmurs. "I hadn't really thought about that part yet. You want to be in charge of that?"
"I've got a couple ideas," I say with a little wink.
"Oh, I bet you do," she groans, but with a smile. "I may regret it, but let's see what you come up with."
The afternoon of the party, V checks in with me.
"Aitch, do you have everything ready for us? What am I wearing?"
"Sure do!" I reply. "I've got everything upstairs laid out on the bed. Wanna see?"
She nods, and we both head up to the bedroom.
On my side, there's a classic black suit and tie, with a short blond wig. She looks at that first, a bit quizzically, before turning her attention to her side of the bed, where she sees:
--Matching lace black bra and undies
--Tight, short, translucent black dress
--Gold jewelry, including a couple necklaces and long pendant earrings
--A black toy pistol
"Oh my god..." she says, glancing at me. "We're Lila and Wolfgang from Sense8?"
"Yup," I grin back.
"I don't know, aitch," she starts to protest, "I mean, it's pretty fucking revealing..."
"True. But think of it this way," I say. "You don't just dress like her for the evening, you get to be her. Sexy, powerful, totally in control..."
"Huh," V says pensively. "When you put it that way, it sounds like it might actually be pretty fun. I'll need to slick down my hair to get her look right."
"But Aitch," she says, looking at me playfully. "What if I don't want to stay in control the whole night?"
"No worries, amor," I grin back. "Wolfgang is a pretty take-charge dude. I'm sure he can step in and take over."
"Sold," she says with a smile. "Let's go get ready!"
We take our costumes and go get prepped and dressed in separate rooms. I'm in full Wolfgang mode by the time V announces she's ready and comes walking back into the bedroom.
"Holy shit..." is about all I can manage. She looks unbelievably hot and fuckable.
"Yeah," V chuckles. "It's pretty good, isn't it?"
"Understatement of the decade," I say, walking over to kiss her.
She swings up her pistol, stopping me before I get there.
"Better watch out, Wolfie," V smiles. "Lila is a badass, you know."
Then she drops the gun and leans in to kiss me deliciously, reaching down to feel my stiffening cock through my suit pants.
"You know," she whispers in my ear, "I knew you'd get me dressed up like that Neapolitan bitch sooner or later."
She kisses me again.
"Now let's get going before you have to ruin all my hard work and fuck me right here," V laughs, leading me downstairs and out on our way.
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The party is a short car ride away, and we catch a cab to get there. Several times I catch the driver drooling over V in the rearview mirror. Hard to blame him, and with my hand riding up her thigh, she seems to be enjoying the attention. Luckily, he manages to focus on the road enough to get us there safely, and soon we are pulling up to a pretty ridiculous mansion in the hills above town.
The party is already in full swing by the time we stroll in, and we're offered some drinks at the entrance. There is some good loud music thumping, and a good crew of partygoers already dancing in the main entry hall. Further into the massive place is a hallway past some bedrooms and out to a large outdoor pool area where more folks are gathered. There are a wide array of costumes, and we're not there for long before it's becoming abundantly clear that V is the focus of most of the male attention in the place. Even those that are clearly there with significant others are sneaking whatever glances they can in your direction. We settle for a bit out by the pool in the warm evening air, enjoying the anonymity and lively vibe.
We polish off the first drinks, and V leans over to me, wrapping her arms seductively around me.
"Of all the guys here, how many of them do you think want to fuck Lila tonight?" she asks seductively.
"Ummm, I'm going to guess 100%," I reply, kissing her.
"Mmmm," she murmurs, pulling my head down to kiss her neck.
V pulls one of my hands up her leg, and I take the hint, pushing the light dress up over her hips, then reaching down to feel the heat of her pussy through the lace undies. I rub V's clit through the sheer fabric, and I can feel her legs spread slightly for a minute, inviting me to keep it up.
Then, somewhat abruptly, she pulls my hand away and looks me in the eyes.
"Okay Wolfie," she says seriously. "Not so fast. First, you're going to help get Lila so warmed up tonight that by the time she's ready to fuck, she cums at the first touch."
"Sounds fun," I groan, feeling my cock strain in anticipation. "What's next?"
"Another drink first," she replies. "And then some dancing, I think."
"Ok, Lila. Let's get you that drink."
V stands, pulling her tight dress back down a bit, and we head over to the outdoor bar.
Up to this point she's been getting some hard stares from all around the party, but no serious douchebag attention. But as we're waiting in line, the two guys standing just behind us are the first to try and start up a conversation. Douchebags or not, it has to be said they've both gone overboard on their costumes...one is a handsome guy dressed as a very realistic Roman centurion, and his friend is a pretty convincing Hulk. Not as beefy as the actual superhero, but obviously very fit, and painted green from head to toe, with the ripped jeans shorts of a pretty convincing Bruce Banner.
The centurion clears his throat.
"Umm, my friend and I were trying to guess who you are. Would you tell us who's right?"
V turns and looks them up and down briefly.
"Sure," she says, raising her pistol. "But I shoot anyone who guesses wrong."
"Oh shit!" says the Hulk, laughing. "I was totally right. I told you, dude."
He's laughing, slapping the centurion on the shoulder.
"He thought you were some version of Lara Croft. From the videogames."
"Well," V says, holding your gun up to the centurion's head. "Bang. You're dead."
He just smiles, taking a long, lustful look at her tits, pushed together so seductively under the sheer fabric of her dress.
"My bad," he laughs. "Let me get your drinks and make it up to you."
"Hold on," V says, directing her attention to the Hulk. "We haven't found out if you were any more right than your friend."
"Right!" says the Hulk. "Well, it's a risk, but I'm pretty sure I've got your number. A blond hard case in a black suit, hanging out with a sexy badass in black with lots of gold jewelry. My guess is Sense8. Meaning he's Wolfgang, and you're Lila from Naples. How'd I do?"
V swings the pistol his way, gives him a hard stare, but then slowly lowers it.
"Not bad, Hulk," I say. "You're off the hook, and we'll graciously accept those drinks from your centurion friend."
We get drinks and sit, chatting briefly with the two of them, but their attempts at conversation are stymied by their almost comical levels of distraction, staring at V pretty much constantly. The poor guys can hardly get through a sentence.
"Alright," V announces after a few minutes of this, as she finishes her cocktail. "Thanks for the drinks, boys. Now Wolfie and I are going dancing."
We head off, leaving the Hulk and centurion trailing in our wake.
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Although things seemed pretty mellow outside by the pool, it becomes obvious as we head back inside that it's been heating up quickly at the center of the party. The dance area is pretty packed, but we migrate in, finding ourselves close to the center after a couple songs. The music is good, and V is obviously enjoying being Lila, showing off and grinding up against me as the songs roll on. In the middle of one track, I've got my hands caressing her tits from behind as she grinds her ass up against my stiff cock, straining hard against my dress pants. As we're moving like that, the centurion appears in front of us, sliding up to get closer. He looks intent on getting into the action somehow.
V raises her pistol as we dance.
"Hands to yourself, Roman," she says over the loud music. "But Lila doesn't mind if you watch."
He just nods and backs up slightly, and V guides my hand back down to her hips, reaching down to pull her dress up a bit as we sway to the song. She leans her head back, and I kiss her neck as my fingers pull V's undies to one side and start to stroke her clit. The centurion is transfixed, watching V's nipples harden through her bra and licking his lips as he sees me start to finger that soaking wet pussy...
V is reaching back to caress my rock hard cock through my pants as I slide my finger in and out of her. I can feel moans shudder through her body as she tilts her hips, demanding that I go deeper and a bit faster. We can both see the centurion's battle skirt rising a bit in the front as he dances along, staying as close as he can to the hot action.
"Do you Romans wear anything under those skirts?" V groans, stroking her nipples as I keep working her pussy.
"You said no touching," he says back, "but I don't mind if you want to find out for yourself."
