As they alighted, Kevin remarked for the first time that the hostesses’ bunny costumes had two distinctive features: first, they were crotchless, then the cups that supported the boobs just lifted them up but left the nipples on sight. ‘A perfect welcome to a libertine party,’ he thought.
Jean Paul presented their invitation cards and his health card and Kevin took his from his pocket to hand it over to the hostess. The hostess at the table was checking their cards with her list while the one standing presented him with a mask that she helped him put on, tying it at the back of his neck.
“Remember,” Jean Paul warned, “you don’t just go at anyone you fancy. You have to wait for members to invite you to participate. As for the guests, the women will have a coloured band on their left arm. The green will be available for hand or blowjob but no pussy or ass; there are generally newbies but you can get to their pussies with your hands or mouths. Those with a blue band are more active, they are ready for sex but not for anal, and the purple ones go for anything. Still, you need to ask first.”
The hostess was now tying a white scarf around his neck while the second hostess, having finished her checking, was doing Jean Paul’s mask. The latter’s voice immediately changed.
“Of course, the ladies will often do more than what their colour indicates and that’s their prerogative but it’s not for you to go beyond what they set as limits at the start. Similarly, you have the right to refuse some service if you want to. Nothing is done by coercion, everything is done freely and without constraints by all those concerned.”
As they were led inside, Jean Paul gave the final information about the scarf, white for straight, red for gay, blue for those ready to give to women and men, and purple for those ready to give and receive.
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The parents’ party place, 7.25 p.m.
As the car stopped in front of the entrance, a man in valet attire rushed to open the door, helping Miranda out. Wesley alighted from the other side as the man kissed Miranda’s fingers then led them inside. They both put on their masks, helping each other tie them securely behind their necks. They were brought inside and directed to a lift which took them to the second floor where they were greeted by other members of the Club, many complimenting Miranda on the absolute beauty of her outfit each time her hands lay by her sides, revealing the way she was dressed. She shook hands with some, kissed others on the cheeks, never totally wrapping her hands around her, allowing revealing glimpses of what lay under her cape to all who looked her way.
Four waiters, two male and two female, were circulating among the small group of people assembled on the balcony, with trays of drinks and snacks. In addition to the delicacies on the tray, the servers were also offering their own delicacies: all naked from the waist down with the women’s vests uplifting their naked boobs as a feast for the eyes and an invitation to the touch. The guests did indeed touch and taste the waiters’ personal delicacies. Kevin signalled one of the waitresses for a champagne flute but on her way, she was held back momentarily by a Succubus-clad woman who bent over her left tit to suck it. He himself, when the waitress came in front of him, squeezed her ass cheek as he took a flute from her tray.