What started out as a night of Hell actually turned into the start of something amazing. My name is Vic. Short for Victor. I had turned thirty-eight not long ago and was still a virgin. Dating was never my strong point. I could talk to women no problem but asking them out or for their phone number was where I would fail at. I tried online dating but paying to talk to people didn't appeal to me. Finally, I just quit and decided to become a bachelor. After thinking about it I was fine with my life. I liked my space and was fine with the company of my dogs. My cousin Chris however wasn't fine with me not getting laid at least once though. I told him I wasn't interested in just sex. I want to have a real connection to any person I lay with. One night in July Chris invited me to a party. At first, I wasn't interested but completing Tekken Six time attack seemed less appealing after third character. I swear a boss that difficult should be illegal! So, we went to the party. The place was strangely out of the way at the edge of the city. It was in the fancy area which piqued my interest. Chris stopped at a large three-story house. The party was pretty loud which explained why it was out of the way. As we approached the door two well-dressed men were standing outside. Chris handed his phone to one as the other man looked intently at me.
"Why do you need my phone I asked?" I asked.
"So pictures and videos aren't taken." The man said.
"Why would I take anything?" I asked uneasy wondering what kind of party I was walking into.
"Vic. It'll be fine. I've been to half a dozen of these and no problems." Chris called.
Hesitantly I handed my phone over and we were allowed inside. Once inside I couldn't believe what was before me. An orgy was taking place. People were naked and fondling each other. Clothes were sprawled everywhere. On the stairs a man was eating out a woman. Looking ahead a woman was riding a man on a pool table. To the left was naked twister. I had fantasies of being in an orgy, but fantasy and reality were two different things. I pictured an orgy with the woman I love both of us having fun but in the end, it would be me and her. Here I didn't know anyone. I couldn't believe my cousin brought me here.
I turned to him with sharp steel in my voice, "I am going to KILL you!"
He raised his hands, "Easy. Look around everybody is having fun. Now is your change to get laid. Just mingle." With that he started undressing forcing me to look away as he entered the party.
Just mingle he said. I've heard at these parties you don't engage without consent. Now how does a guy who can't ask for a phone number ask permission to have sex with a woman? I walked around the area not sure what to do but plan a perfect murder. I went to the area where they were playing twister and found the room to be a living room. Looking at everyone it was quite unique seeing the variety of people. In porn they seem to be roughly the same body types. Here it was quite broad. While twister was going on a threesome was on the couch. A Latino man was laying down while a somewhat large woman was riding him, and a black woman was sitting on his face sucking the rider's breast. In a chair a slim blonde dark-skinned woman was giving a heavy guy a blow job. I walked away to the dining room and found people seasoning each other and licking each other. At the back were tables of refreshments. It was simple but well thought out. Bottles of water to keep hydrated, nuts and jerky protein snacks to keep people going. No alcohol to cause people to get rowdy. No soda or coffee to increase dehydration. I grabbed a pack of almonds and a bottle of water before attempting to go through a door only to find it was locked. My guess was it was the kitchen, and it was off limits. I turned around and went toward the pool table where a different couple was on it. A blond was laying face down as a dark skinned possibly Native American man was on top humping her. As I entered the room it seemed to look like some game room. The two who were previously on the pool table a slim brunette woman and her muscular boyfriend were apparently taking a break playing darts. I saw a pool entrance and went there immediately seeing two men making out causing me to dart my eyes away.
I walked forward and saw the pool full of several people, seven at least, making out and having sex. Normally on my computer I would find this intriguing but at that moment all I could thing about is who knows what they were sharing in the pool. At the end of the pool a flat chested brunet was scissoring a long red haired black woman. I found it odd how when I watch porn, I find it enjoyable especially this scene, but the situation is different when those you're watching can see you too. It made my anxious and uncomfortable. I started to go back inside until I heard a shriek. I turned along with everyone else to the source of the sound. It was from one of the two men. A blond was face down on his knees pounding and clawing at the ground. On top of him hunched over was the other guy a red head. I ain't Sherlock Holmes but if I had to guess the guy face down decided to try anal for the first time and they went for the rip the Band-Aid off approach. Clearly someone was leaving the party, sadly it wasn't me. I entered the house to see the first guy and native American double plugging the first girl while the blond was playing with herself. I started upstairs past the same couple only reversed position. At the top a red-haired woman was being rammed senseless from behind by a bald black guy. He gave me a nod and smile. I did my best to return the gesture and continue on. Past one room a group of people were playing sexual spin the bottle. I could hear a woman demand someone to suck her breast.
I continued to roam for an hour with many of the same situation. My thoughts of murder started to turn to thoughts of suicide. I had roamed and found I was the only one clothed. I bumped into a couple people. Some caught me looking at them but, in the end, no one engaged me. I knew why I didn't approach anyone but for me not being approached was worse. I can't say I whether I would have accepted the invitation or not, but it still would have been better than being the invisible man. My thoughts wandered to the descriptions of Hell. Some believe in Hell you burn for eternity. Others is where demons rip you apart. One movie described it being haunted by those you wronged for all eternity. A janitor theorized his Hell would be cleaning toilets for all eternity. Me, this was Hell. Being surrounded by sexually active women and being unable to touch or engage.
I was curious if I had actually died and was in Hell. On the third floor I entered a room where a woman who had to be around three hundred pounds was being worshipped. A dust skin guy who looked like he lived in a gym was pounding her fiercely while a Latina was massaging and licking her breast. I could see a figure on the other side doing the same. On the large woman's face was a short haired young looking Asian who I couldn't tear my eyes away. Her face and body were a mixture of sunburnt red and pale white...I never understood why Asians were called yellow. They always seemed multi-colored not a locked color like Africans and Europeans. But she was twitching all over as her semi-mid-sized breasts shook. Her moans were symphonic until she howled in an orgasm.
Finally, I looked up and thought what did I do to deserve this? Of course, I already knew the answer. One as you may have figured I don't live a very saintly life. Two and the main reason was I trusted my cousin. I've known my cousin since I was two so I should have known if my cousin was going to a party it was going to feel like an inquisition. Choices and consequences. I chose to trust my cousin instead of finishing my game. Consequence I'm locked in Hell. Looking up however led to my salvation. I saw a latched door on the ceiling. It occurred to me how low ceiling was. Looking around I found an ottoman and dragged it to the spot. The figure on the other side was revealed to be a Latino male. Standing on my tip toes I opened the latch dust came down on me. I shook the dust off and hissed in annoyance before looking at the group. The Asian was laying on top of the heavy woman making out with her as gym man was still plowing. Strange how now I was grateful to be invisible. I looked up and saw I couldn't reach the room. I saw a wooden chair and grabbed it placing it on the ottoman carefully I climbed up as the chair wobbled making my heartbeat furiously.
I managed to get the edge and climbed up in. Right in front was a beam with a faint outline of a light switch. I turned the light on and saw the door was connecting to a rope. I closed the door and began looking around the attic area. It was hot as a sauna due to summer weather. Opening the water, I scanned the area and from the looks of things no one had been here in years. I walked over to an old wedding dress. It was long sleeved; the top was completely covered in lace. The bottom was slim and straight with several white bows. Behind the dress was a soldier's jacket with a medal. I couldn't make out the design or words, so it was clearly a different country. Up against the wall were hanging three swords. One a Calvery saber, the others were rapiers. Above the swords was a silver opera masked that covered the eyes and edged in red jewels. There was no way they could have been real though. Right? I turned and found a couple of trunks unlocked. I opened one up and found a diary in the same language was the medal.
Setting it a side I found a few more until I found a photo album. I picked it up looking through it. I skimmed page after page until I stopped at one that turned my blood cold. It was a photo of the main man of the album standing next to Adolf Hitler. I couldn't believe it but continued to skim. There were more photos of Hitler but also of people being rounded up and taken away. I set the album down and found another. This one was even older. It had people around old planes from World War one. Further in was an opera house where an actor wearing the mask on the wall. A woman in the attic's wedding dress was standing next to a man in the military jacket. The same woman in a different dress was at the opera hall with the masked man on stage. At the bottom of the chest were a bunch of old coins. I went to another trunk found an old green dress and a black cape. Underneath were a top hat and cane. It was a straight cane with an owl's head with two diamond-like eyes. As I lifted the cane I could hear rattling. Looking the cane over I saw it was locked. With a simple twist the head came off the cane revealing a hidden sword. Putting the blade down my eyes were diverted to drawings. There were several different ones. Some were of the woman from the photo album clothed or nude, a couple were of a ship, and then old-style planes. One was of the man in the opera mask.
Looking down I saw blank paper and drawing materials. I picked them up and started to draw. I like to draw comics and would like to make a career out of it. Sadly no one was interested in giving me a chance except those who want me to pay them first and those offers weren't all that promising. The stuff in the attic gave me a new idea. I started drawing a phantom pilot from World War one who returns in World War two. He appears to be a ghost from the past and fights against his own country having 'died' a patriot now returning to the horror his homeland had become. The mask I found would hide his identity. He would fight with the cane sword. I don't know how long I was up there being completely engrossed in the comic I had been inspired to draw but I had outlined roughly eight pages. I would fill them in later and ink them but for now I just wanted to get as much drawn as I could. I was completely soaked in sweat and fought hard to keep from dripping on the pages. The noise of the door opening broke my concentration. Climbing up was the Asian from downstairs. She was no longer red however her skinned glistened from the sweat. Her butt was smooth and average but cute, nonetheless. Following her was the well-built Latino from downstairs who had been on the other side of the three-hundred-pound woman. He wasn't muscular but fit as if he swims or jogs.
"How did you find this place babe?" The Latino asked.
"I saw some guy open this as Janelle was eating me out. I guess he had the same idea we did." The Asian answered.
"Think the guy is still up here?" The Latino asked.
"That was four hours ago. He is long gone." The Asian answered.
"Guess again!" I yelled causing them to jump and scream. I started to laugh wildly. I hadn't scared anyone like that in years. I used to be a Hellraiser but then people got too sensitive and took it the wrong way. I felt so young and free at the moment.
After calming down the Latino asked, "What are you doing up here?"
"Drawing." I answered going back to the picture.
"You're hiding up here drawing at an orgy?" He asked confused.
"Wasn't my idea to be here. I was tricked by my cousin. He felt I should get laid at least once in my life." I answered focusing on my work.
"You're a virgin?" The Asian asked in a sad tone.
"Give the girl a prize." I said making her feel a little embarrassed.
"Why don't you just leave?" The Latino.
