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Halloween 2012 (2)
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Halloween 2012 (2) I was given a few minutes get accustomed to the high heels, and managed to wobble around the room much better than I anticipated. Mary beamed with confidence as she couldn't hold back her next comment, "Girl, you are going to turn some heads tonight. I am so proud that you are walking in those heels so well." I was happy to hear her positive reinforcement before I was spun around when Mr. Fred spoke, "What the hell are you still doing down here? We have a houseful of guests upstairs and you are down here giving faggot lessons?! I'm not paying you to hide out down here night" Those words struck as being quite harsh and Kate wanted object until the other waitress walked into the room and easily distracted . I later found out her name was Amy, a 'Jessica Rabbit' red head that looked like she could dominate any man she chose, "Am I going get any help upstairs. It's an early arriving crowd and I can't do it my own." Mr. Fred just stared at us noticeably upset, which sent us both rushing past him and upstairs as quickly as my<b> stilettos </font></b>could carry . The previous two auctions I had attended were both small gatherings of 30-40 people, but what was before now was already the entire downstairs filled with nearly a hundred people dressed in elaborate costumes. As we reached the top of the stairs Mary stopped me and gave me a big hug, "You'll do fine. Just remember you are a girl tonight. You ARE K and nobody will ever know you are a guy. Plus, this will help." She handed a pair of Rayban sunglasses, "Sorry, but only the guests get wear masks." She gave a peck the cheek, adjusted the sun glasses my nose and guided the bar opposite of her. I was so focused of the outrageous costumes the guests were wearing that I didn't even realize my problems walking in such high heels were behind . As Mary took her place behind the bar she handed a tray of hors devours and told start working the room. Over the next hour, as the party guests swelled overflowing into both the front of the house and most of the back yard overlooking the Pacific, I did become comfortable being in public as Kate. I got my fair share of compliments on my costume and a few indecent propositions, including one while waiting at the bar from a brute of a man in a Batman costume, "Hey sweetie, after this is over you want to hop on my hard cock?" I just giggled and tried to act innocent as he slid over closer from his seat, "I know I have got something just for a slut like you in my utility belt." I didn't know what to do, but fortunately at that moment Mr. Paul made his grand entrance. Standing on the front staircase he welcomed everybody to the party and explained why he was l "We had an accident earlier tonight. Everybody is fine. Just a little banged . Our driver is spending the night in the hospital as just a precautionary measure, but not worry. We got some last minute help fill in that I am sure everybody has met. Kate? Kate where are you?" I was mortified as it felt like the sea of guests parted before me finally reveal Kate Mr. Paul, "There she is, our little Katie. Thank you." Here I was full display, as if a spot light had been turned , and I could manage was a smile and curtsey. "Everybody have a great time and 'HAPPY HALLOWEEN'!" As the evening wore I finally thought I got the hang of my shoes and offered serve drinks, but the first tray I tried carry crashed the floor, barely missing several of the guests. As I was my knees cleaning the spill, Mr. Paul appeared over , "Another one of those mishaps and it comes out of your paycheck." Mr. Paul looked at Mary and said, "Maybe since it is her first day on the job it might be better that we assign her the private rooms downstairs." As he then looked down at gtinning and slightly shaking his head he added, "My friends and business associates only expect the best at my parties, so don't let us down." Just as quickly as he had arrived he moved on past a few of the closest guests. Picking the glasses and carrying the tray over the bar Amy turned from the fully packed bar with a full tray and said, "Watch how a pro does it. She appeared glide across the room full of costumed characters with her bulbous ass swishing back and forth, drawing in every man's lustful gaze. She was so captivating, "I could never look that good." Mary disagreed, "Don't sell yourself short. Get through this night without giving anything away and you are well on your way ." I was unsure of her statement, but was hoping she was right. As Amy bent over and placed the guests drinks on a table I saw each guest pass something into her hand, "What's going on there?" Mary explained that cash was never exchanged in the open at these parties, "Looks like some kind of gambling chips to me. My guess is that there is some type of gambling set somewhere in the house." When I turned back toward the bar Mary pulled a small black leather fanny pack from under the counter, "Use thi s to hold any chips if you get tipped. I'm not certain what they are actually used for." I adjusted the pack around my hips before Mary directed Kate in the direction of the kitchen, Upon entering I asked one of the cooks, "Where can I find Ray." There was a flurry of action gong on in preparing the food, and only got a cursory wave of the hand toward another room that would lead me in the direction of Ray. He was communicating on his walkie talkie as I approached, which allowed Kate the perfect angle to see that he was carrying a gun in a shoulder holster under his tuxedo, "Ray?" He didn't say a single word. He just briefly looked me up and down, set his walkie talkie down in the bookcase behind him and tugged on a latch next to it. There was an audible 'click' as Ray took another step closer to the bookcase and easily slid it to the left and into the wall, "There is a button on the wall next to the entrance when you want to come out. Just buzz it, I'm not going anywhere." This must have been part of the old smugglers hideaway as I peered down the dark passageway, "Go ahead. Nobody is suppose to know about this." Something forbidden, and I was more than interested to see where this was leading me. At the end of the narrow hallway I could see two doors across from each other and a light bulb located above each door, "If the light is on you go in and take their orders, but if it is not on then you are not allowed inside." Looking back down the hallway I could see the blue light on the right was on, so I proceeded down to the door as the bookcase was slid shut behind me and latched shut. I was imagining that this is where the auction was taking place, but after I knocked on the door and entered I was faced with something completely unexpected. The dark room was lit with several candles as a man was pounding his massive cock into the ass of a slim brunette. It froze me in place as I watched this Dom spank her ass cheeks between his thrusts. The woman couldn't move because her wrists were cuffed to the legs of a wooden bench. Her waist was secured to the padded top with a belt that gave her no means of escape. The wall she was facing was covered with a large flat screen television that was playing a sissy hypnosis video that I too had used in the past. They were both moaning loudly as the man grabbed her garter belt with one hand and pulled her pony tail back, forcing her to watch the screen while he continued to fuck her deeply. I must have stood there watching for almost ten minutes before I was shocked back to reality when the couple that had been watching from a couch off to the side asked, "Are you finally going to take our orders?" As I fumbled with my note pad as the man fucking the slave turned to look back at us. He was still wearing his Batman cowl as he recognized me. He slowly started long-dicking her asshole and matter of factly said, "This could have been you." I gulped hard on his comment and attempted to brush it off as he turned back to his deflowering partner. The couple said, "We will have a bottle of your best champagne." I tried to rush off before they noticed the bulge that had suddenly appeared behind my tight pencil skirt. Batman added one last comment as I reached the door, "And bring back glasses. We should be finishing here by the time you return." Once outside the room I slumped against the wall, catching my breath as I realized I did want be where that girl was. When I returned with the champagne a tray with glasses Batman was now seated in a plush chair, wearing a terry cloth bathrobe and smoking a cigar while the couple was making out. After setting down the tray the couple pointed at a small stack of chips and said, "Those are for you." I curtsied once again, picked up the chips and turned leave. It was then that I realized the girl was still strapped on the bench with her ass overflowing with the man's thick cum, but this was not a girl, it was a sissy that was being visually overloaded with subliminal messages of cock sucking and feminization and wearing headphones which I could only imagine were brainwashing her into submission. |
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