Cassandra read the invitation again.
"You are invited to the exclusive City Youth Ball at the Country Club. The theme is Angels and Demons." The invitation actually said "Angel" in the singular, no "s", but she presumed it was a misprint. She was rather excited to be invited and bounced about wondering what to wear. "Duh! Angel silly!" she chided herself.
She persuaded her father to part with his credit card and went into town to shop, including visiting a high-class costumers. She was feeling quite adventurous and wanted to make a good impression among the exclusive clientele expected, so also visited a couple of expensive boutiques including her favourite lingerie shop. After a full day's shopping, she was exhausted, but also excited at the thought of her outfit.
The day of the Ball arrived. Cassandra spent the morning at the hairdressers and the rest pampering herself to make her body smooth and soft. She wanted to look her best and got a friend to help her with her sophisticated make-up look. Finally, she got dressed. She had opted for the pure white innocent angel look. Her lingerie was the finest money could buy: silk and satin lace with lace frills and trim.
The centrepiece was a beautiful full lace boned strapless basque which cinched her already narrow waist in tightly and cupped and lifted her soft and generous breasts firmly, whilst leaving an enticing cleavage. Her friend had to help lace her up tightly at the back. Fine white deep lace top stockings clipped to lace garter straps hanging from the bottom of the basque. The panties were a high cut wisp of lace and silk cupping her mound gently.
Then there were the wings. These were no cheap plastic stick-ons. They were actually made with fake feathers, so soft and realistic, you could have mistaken them for the real thing. The wings were in a semi-folded shape, extending up and then down to either side. They had some bulk to them, but were extremely light. Her friend helped her fix the wings securely. They fastened securely to the loops, eyelets and straps on the back of her basque, and when tightened, they felt part of her as she moved.
Next was the flimsy dress. It was made of very thin, light silk, largely backless but for a small loop and button near the top, and had a short, flared skirt which came halfway down her thighs and swished when she strutted. She had to pull the dress up from below because of the wings, and wriggled her shapely hips as she positioned it to cover the basque. It had thin shoulder straps. It fitted perfectly around the base of her wings and with the top button fastened, gave the impression that the wings grew out of it.
Lastly, she strapped a pair of white stilletos to her stockinged feet, lifting her torso and presenting her legs wonderfully. She looked stunning. Her friend was speechless, gawping at the graceful but sexy angel before her.
Finally finding her voice she offered her opinion. "You can't go in that Cassie! You'll get eaten alive!"
Cassandra giggled. "That's what I'm counting on (metaphorically speaking, that is). I just want to turn all the other girls green, and turn the heads of all the boys."
"Well you'll definitely do both with that outfit!". Cassandra was thrilled by the look and effect the ensemble had on her already shapely body. What with her wavy blonde hair, her make-up the outfit and the wings, she was going to knock them dead, she was sure.
Cassandra's taxi swept around the gravel drive and stopped in front of the grand entrance to the hall. Having paid the driver, she confidently exited, clutching her small white handbag and strutted gracefully up the steps, despite her heels, under the admiring watch of a small number of men who stood casually around the doorway. They were all dressed smartly in suits or tuxedos, but with various variations, generally in red, and most had masks or make-up on the demon theme.
She felt their gaze on her curvaceous body, with her pure white angel wings waving gently behind her, almost flapping as she moved. She couldn't have been happier as she swished up with a smug grin on her face as she was announced and entered the entrance hall.
This was when she started to get uneasy. For a start, she couldn't recognise anyone she knew. This was partly due to the red masks and make-up surrounding her. But what made her more uneasy was the considerable lack of other women. She could not see a single one! She stood for a moment in her own space in the centre of the circular grand entrance hall, a circle of demonic men observing her from all around the walls, regarding her shapely curves and beautiful features in her innocent angel costume that looked so realistic.
The girls must all be somewhere else, she reasoned, and spotting a cloakroom sign, headed that way to deposit her handbag. The attendant took her bag and locked it away safely. "Don't I need a ticket?" she asked. He regarded her briefly. "I think we'll know which is yours, Miss." He replied. This reply unsettled her, and now free from her modest baggage, she went about looking for comfort in the company of some girls whilst she got her bearings.
But everywhere she wandered throughout the reception rooms, there were only men! She was offered a glass of "special" champagne in a frosted fluke by a polite demon waiter which she held and sipped as she swished gracefully from room to room. Red eyes drank in her form and mentally ravished the young, beautiful and innocent angel in the midst of all the dark, sinister men.
She was starting to get very uneasy about the lack of other women, and the fact that she didn't recognised any of the men amongst perhaps two hundred. Surely she wasn't the only girl here, was she? Or was she? Recalling the supposed misprint on the invitation with no "s"; "Angel and Demons". She felt a pang of nerves in the pit of her stomach as she thought that maybe it wasn't actually a misprint and she was the only angel invited! Surely not!
She turned to find someone to ask and almost dropped her empty glass as she nearly collided with a tall stranger clad in black from head to toe. His mask was dark but otherwise simple and only covered the top half of his face, and she could see he had not make-up underneath. He wore a tuxedo like everyone else, but his shirt was black, unlike anyone else's.
"I'm sorry" she blurted out as she took a step back.
