Was it just a dream or did that evening actually happen?
I parked my car at the foot of the drive and walked up the slope. The house was set well back from the road and had a dark, foreboding appearance. Slightly nervously I rang the bell. I heard it ring deep in the heart of the house but almost immediately the door was opened by what was obviously some kind of manservant.
Before I could even say I'd come to deliver some leaflets he said, "Welcome, sir. You must be the man for this evening."
"Well, no. Actually, I've come to deliver some leaflets," I protested.
"They all say that, sir," the man intoned in a deadpan, almost bored voice. "Come in," and then more hurriedly, "Come in, come in, they'll have heard the bell and will be wondering what I'm doing with you."
I stepped inside and immediately smelt a warm, exotic fragrance. I couldn't place it exactly but it reminded me of tropical nights and desert islands, hot and sweet. The man took my coat and turning, said, "Go through that door, sir. They're expecting you."
They, whoever 'they' were, obviously had me mixed up with someone else but I thought I should perhaps explain that directly to them and not to the manservant. I stepped through the door into a large, open room with a double height ceiling. On one wall a bright log fire was burning in a stone fireplace. The lights were turned down fairly low while around the room a number of candles burned adding their flickering light to the warm ambience. Scattered around the large room were four deep, soft couches while set right in the middle of room looking incongruously out of place, was a solitary dining chair.
Although I took all this on board in a glance, my attention was completely distracted by the occupants. Four beautiful, blonde girls all in their late twenties or early thirties lay or sat, one to each couch dressed in what I could only describe as flimsy gauze dresses. Their hair was piled up on top of their heads from where it fell it layers of ringlets about their shoulders. I could see that the top parts of their dresses were virtually transparent and through which their bra-less breasts were clearly visible. I caught my breath and wondered whether I had stepped into a dream.
Apparently not, for the girl nearest to me, rose and said, "Welcome, Tom. You are the man."
"But," I stuttered, "I've only come to deliver some leaflets." And how did she know my name?
"Oh, they all say that. Actually, I get quite bored with it, don't you? Will you take a drink?" It was an odd way to ask the question, but I nodded.
"Champagne? Of course, what else could we drink on a night like this?" One of the other girls rose and walked across to a side table where stood an ice bucket with a bottle of Champagne cooling inside it. She took the bottle out and poured me a glass. As she walked over to me I could see her breasts swaying under the flimsy material. She smiled at me. "Do you like this?" I wasn't sure if she meant her or the Champagne and she twirled in front of me before swaying her hips as she walked back to her couch.
"I think some introductions are in order," the first girl said. "I'm Chloe, this is Cleo, we're twins. And over there, that is Chrissie and Cassie, they're also twins but, as you may perhaps make out, not identical. I looked across at the other two and saw immediately what Chloe meant, for although all four girls had curvy girly figures Chrissie was easily the curviest, girliest of all of them. In fact, her large breasts were straining at the thin material as though trying to burst free.
I felt overwhelmed. It looked as though I had been expected by these four near-naked and beautiful girls, but how? Why? What was happening here?
Sensing my confusion, Chloe said, "Don't worry Tom. We know you are the man tonight and we're looking forward to this." I was wondering what 'this' was when Chloe spoke again. "Now, you must prepare. Chrissie and Cassie take him through, would you, please?
The two girls rose gracefully and walked over to me. I could hardly take my eyes of Chrissies' breasts bulging hard against the gauzy material of her dress. I saw now that the dresses' transparency faded around their waists so I could not see through them below the waist. All four girls had plunging deep cut necklines while a belt cinched in their waists giving them a deliciously sexy top heavy look, especially Chrissie.
They each took one of my hands and led me through to a door that opened off the main room. "This is where we are going to get you ready for what is to come," Cassie said as she turned and closed the door behind us. This room too, was fragrantly scented but with more masculine notes - I could smell sandalwood and cinnamon among the spices and there were sharper citrus notes, as well. The room was what is called a wet-room. A shower but with no shower stall, rather the whole room is the stall and the water just drains away from the tiled floor. "Listen," I began. "I think there's some dreadful mistake. I only came to deliver some leaflets."
''That's what they all say. Your name is Tom, isn't it?" Asked Cassie. "And you did come here tonight of your own free will?" I nodded. "Then there is no mistake. You are the man." That phrase again, I thought, it must mean something.
