My boyfriend has some really weird friends and neighbors. One couple, who live just down the block from James, love to throw themed parties. Costumes are always part of it, but during the party you are supposed to stay in character. For example on New Year's they held a 1930's Prohibition-themed party. Everyone was a 1930's Gangster or Gun Moll. We had a Bonnie and Clyde, a John Dillinger and the Lady in Red . . . you get the idea.
James and I did what I wanted and came in as a pair of Elliot Ness' Untouchables, complete with tommy guns and axes for breaking up barrels of illegal liquor. It took some convincing to not go in the expected direction. My only issue with James is he does tend to be pretty conventional, in too many things. When he realized I was going to dress as a Fed myself, he was more than a little put-out, especially when I added the pencil-thin mustache and wrapped my chest to look a bit more masculine. I'm not overly endowed, but trying to look like a sexy gun moll wasn't going to happen. I liked Tom and Valerie, the hosts, a few of the other neighbors were a bit on the pushy side, especially after a few drinks. I mistakenly wore a two-piece to a neighborhood pool party and one of them, Frank, was all too insistent and right in front of his wife. The host of that particular party had to ask him to leave. Luckily he wasn't drunk enough to stand up to him. I heard Frank and his wife split a while back, so hopefully he won't be there. But I decided to keep things low key for any future parties.
When I said I had just one issue with James, I did mean it. I really like the guy and in many ways love him. But we were never going to be more than boyfriend and girlfriend and have been for the past two years. It seemed odd to many of our friends, but it worked perfectly for us. We enjoyed many of the same things and had a great time together. The sex was good, even if there he was a little conventional, but he was usually willing to try a few new things. Nothing outrageous, but different.
So back to the party invite, just what was the theme for this party? Sex! No, not an orgy, but just to dress sexy and act a bit more . . . well . . . slutty. At first I was a little put off. I mean if that idiot Frank was going to be there, I certainly didn't want to dress like a hooker! Of course that was James' first reaction. Him as a pimp and me as his hooker/girlfriend. I decided I really wanted to change things up again and hopefully not walk around with a target on my ass to be patted at every turn or worse getting hit on by any other drunk husband or boyfriend. It took a while but I finally figured out an alternative, but it took over a week to talk James into it. It was pretty out there, and I was surprised how much I enjoyed it as I tried it all on! The adult boutique off Main made a bundle off of me for this party. Two of the girls who worked there helped me get it all together and even helped me dress at the shop to try it all on. As I was leaving, Natalie, the clerk who rang up the sale, hugged me and offered to come to my house to help me get dressed up, any time. I was both surprised and a little flattered.
I knew our outfits were going to have an impact, but even I was surprised at how the conversation simply ceased as we walked in. From past experience, I knew it was a party for adults only and the kids would be off having their own little get together at another house, so James and I really went all out. The best part is no one could tell it was us just yet. My leather hood hid my hair and the mask covered most of my face. I knew once I spoke they would figure it out, so James and I decided to not speak for a long as possible.
As you might have guessed, my outfit was that of a leather-fetish dominatrix. The form-fitting black leather body suit, the nearly knee-high boots, even the fingerless gloves were a matte-black. My accessories included a chain belt with a curled-up whip, a leather collar, and a set of handcuffs hooked to it, and some decorative silver zippers and accents. My chest was open and the tight leather actually gave me more cleavage than I was used to. The shoulders were bare, showing a bit more skin. The legs had several strategically places slits so I would showing a bit a leg as I moved around. There was one more thing and James almost freaked when he saw it, but it made the costume as intimidating as I wanted. An 8-inch black, life-like toy, complete with black harness. I rigged the harness so it didn't stick out perfectly straight, but hung down a little, like it wasn't erect, but with a tightening of two straps it could be. When I looked at myself in the mirror I really liked it and for just a second thought how much Natalie liked it!
When I walked out of the bedroom with it on, James' eyes grew two sizes. But he didn't argue, for a change! Maybe the outfit was even more intimidating than I realized. I watched him dress and while I really wanted him to get into the game and go as a submissive slave, I couldn't make that sale. I did get him to put on a very sexy plastic outfit, made of PVC. It was fun treating his skin with lotion to get him into it. While he didn't look like a slave, he was definitely not the dominant one of our pairing. His outfit was also black, but PVC shiny! The hood with built-in mask, a tight fitting shirt and pants, lace-up sandals completed the look. There were several strategically placed buckles that I told him were for accessories he didn't need. What I forgot to tell him was that the accessories were on the unusual side and I did buy a couple. But the ball-gag wasn't going to fly, so I didn't even try. I also had a waist chain with two built-in handcuffs that I was going to try and use when I was working on him as a slave, but he didn't go for it, so I just left them in my car.
What I loved about his outfit was just how form-fitting it was. James is in pretty good shape and the shirt really showed it off. The pants were also form fitting, so tight you could tell what religion he was, even soft. I don't think he realized how tight, but I sure did and I loved it. From behind his ass was perfection! He tried it with underwear, but it wrecked it. Without underwear, it was nearly obscene . . . I loved it. For a second I was tempted to stay in, but figured we would be playing later! Time to scare the shit out of his neighbors.
Like I said, walking into the house, all conversation stopped. Valerie greeted us, and I took charge and shook her hand, but didn't say anything. She caught right on and grinned. She hugged me and whispered, "You two are going to drive some folks insane! At least tell me who you are?"
I smiled and she paused, leaning in again. "Don't smile, Kat, it gave you away. You look fucking fabulous and James looks absolutely edible! He might be fighting some of the women off by the end of the evening." I hugged her tight, in acknowledgement, but still didn't say anything. I vowed to keep a stern, domineering look on my face until identities were revealed.
I was right, most of the folks went toward slutty rather than sexy. There were a couple of exceptions. Donna was there, it was impossible to miss her hair, even wearing a mask. She was not with her ex, thank goodness, but a smaller, Asian, girl. The two of them looked like a couple. Good the them, she had to be able to do better than Frank! I recognized a few more, mostly the ones who didn't bother with a mask. There were a quite a few others whose identity was well hidden. What I really loved was the attention from everyone! While they didn't stare, it was nearly palatable! You could feel the eyes and in a few cases the desire! I expected intimidating, but not the feeling of being both sexy and powerful!
The party at that point was pretty normal. Food, drink, some dancing, and what turned out to be the hardest thing - no pun intended - not talking. Dancing was also surprisingly difficult. A few of the guys tried to get me on the dance floor, but there was one person who refused to take no for an answer and it was a she. She was shorter than I was and in a very sexy outfit. Do you remember the show 'Firefly'? She was dressed in a costume similar to Innara, the 'companion'. It showed a lot of Japanese styling and was incredibly sexy without showing any skin. She didn't ask, but just held out her hand and practically dared me to say no, which I simply couldn't bring myself to do. So I let her lead me to the dance floor, actually on the back patio where half of the party was. She took me in her arms and led. For a moment I was off-center. I loved dancing, especially to such a nice slow song, but the height difference was disconcerting. I was used to be led on the floor, but I was also used to being shorter than my partner. When she pulled me close, there was a clear spot around us as folks watched. I know it wasn't simply because it was two ladies dancing, because Donna and her partner were frequently on the floor, as were several others, including Valarie and a few different women. But there was something different when we danced and I think people felt it more than saw it. I know she felt the toy and at one point she reached a hand between us to reposition it to a more comfortable spot. I am sure you could guess where that was. We kept it between us, but I felt her breath change and realize she was getting turned on, which was getting to me as well. When the song ended, she kissed me on the cheek and thanked me in a low, sexy voice. I had to sit down after that and cool off!
