“You will have pointers as to whom you can go to.” Cassie added. “Avoid men with red scarfs, they are there for gay encounters. But I suggest you wait for invitations to come to you. With your cute little body, you shouldn’t be scarce as far as proposals are concerned.”
“But remember,” Gaëlle concluded as she tied a necklace round Sachita’s throat, “you will be expected at the real party and you should keep some of your hunger and your energy for then.”
“And what if I don’t get invited?” Sachita asked.
“This,” Gaëlle said, pulling on the small pendent attached to the necklace, “will ensure you will.”
As the man doing her lower body rose, having finished his task on her, Sachita took the pendent between thumb and forefinger and looked at it in the mirror. It was a silver reproduction of the feminine symbol, the O linked below to a +. She looked at her friends. Now that they were all dressed, they looked so much alike they were like sisters. Sisters in debauchery. And they were all wearing the same necklace.
— — — — — — —
Jean Paul’s apartment, 5 p.m.
“So how do you feel attending your first official orgy?” Jean Paul asked Kevin as he checked the latter’s look. “Last time at Amir’s Bachelor party, where you got invited as one of his close friends, you got to fuck the two strippers who came for the show but you didn’t know that would happen. Tonight, we are going specifically for a fuck party. That’s why we got that health certificate. By the way, I hope you didn’t leave it at home? You won’t get in without it.”
“No, don’t you worry,” Kevin replied, tapping the tuxedo he was wearing as part of his Count Dracula persona, to indicate it was in his flap pocket. “I’m really looking forward to it. What you told me about your last year’s experience had whetted my appetite and I’m looking forward for more.”
“Did you know your performance at that Bachelor party earned you your final access to the party?”
Kevin remembered too well that hot bachelor party when for the first time he had sex with two different girls at the same time, with people watching. He had discovered he got excited engaging in sexual activities in public places, at the risk of being seen but it was the first time he did it openly with spectators watching.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“You were being monitored for your access to tonight’s party by the people organising it.
“And you didn’t tell me anything, warn me or something?”
Jean Paul who was his mentor in this domain had spoken to him about the libertine party happening at Halloween. After ensuring his friend was interested, he set about making an application to get the latter invited to the main party. His hope was Kevin would then, like himself last year, get invited to join the private party with the members. He didn’t know that the organisers went so far as test the potential candidates.
“Truth is, I didn’t know myself until somebody there whispered in my ear on seeing you perform that you would be a good candidate for tonight’s party. That’s when I knew.”