“Don’t think she even knows these things exist,” Gaëlle laughed.
“So, what happens at the afterparty that’s different from the main party?” Sachita enquired.
“The main privilege is that you get to meet and interact with the Club members themselves.” Cassie said. “And you get implicated in setting up some scenes where they are involved, like bringing accessories or playing a secondary role in their fantasy.”
“What do you call a secondary role?” Sachita asked.
“For example,” Belinda explained as the car passed through a big gate in the middle of high stone walls, “last year as a Green, I was twice asked to guide a cock into the pussy of a woman, which I did. Also used some toys on some ladies while they were otherwise engaged with some men.”
“You mean, you never get to the juicy parts, you only play second fiddle? I don’t see what’s so exciting about it. Seems that the main party where you can get fucked to your heart’s content is better.”
“You silly,” Gaëlle laughed, “of course you get to come too, even if you have secondary roles. Bel only gave her example as Green last year. I can assure you, as a Blue last year, my pussy was occupied almost non-stop because the Queen last year wanted a pussy to keep in top condition the cocks that would be getting in her ass. I think I orgasmed five times from that continuous slow fucking.”
“And they kept coming at you even when you came?”
“No,” Gaëlle explained. “There were two of us and they alternated between us.”
“Let me correct your bad impression,” Belinda intervened. “They will make you come even if you are Green. That colour says no pussy penetration; but they are masters at using their tongues. They will make you squirm so much under their lingual assaults that you will request them to put something else there. Something bigger, thicker, harder.”
The car was now in front of an impressive mansion with rows of vehicles parked on both sides of the wings. There was only one car in the circular drive that led to the mansion’s covered front entrance. Newly arriving cars waited at the beginning of that circular drive for the vehicle depositing its passengers to completely clear the drive. Only then did the next car move in. Sachita looked out, their own car idling, second in line, but though she could see the vehicles, the tainted glasses did not allow her to see the passengers inside.
“And if one of the members fancies you,” Cassie added, “as they did me last year, you will no longer play a secondary role, but a central one and, believe me, you will really see the fireworks then.”
“I do believe,” Belinda assumed, “that your idea, Sach, of us all adopting the exact same costume will draw the limelight on us and we will be requested to play a central role in some member’s fantasy.”
“But, as always,” Cassie went on, “nothing is ever forced on you; they will stand by your band colour to propose their fantasy about you. If you like it, you go for it, if you don’t, you politely decline.”
“And you can always,” Gaëlle finished, “as explained before, offer more than what your band colour advertises.”