Return of the Party (IC)

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Return of the Party (IC)

Postby Fantasy Fanatic » Wed Nov 13, 2019 3:48 am

And so it begins.

Rules for "The Game of Desire":

The game of desire is composed of a deck of 80 playing cards. Each card is black with white text on it, describing an event or action that is to take effect once the card is drawn. To begin the game, 2-8 players must first agree to the amount of rounds to be played. Once the majority has reached a decision, the game will begin with the oldest player drawing the first card and the continuing order going clockwise. If the orientation of players changes during the game, the turn order will remain unchanged from what it was at the beginning of the game. During each turn, the player whose turn it is, is permitted to draw 1-3 cards, upon which the effect described on the cards will take effect. Once the game has begun, players are unable to stop playing until the game has concluded. If a player for some reason needs to leave, temporary leave may be granted, provided they return to finish the game. The game can not be played with the intention to hurt others, and participants will not be acknowledged as players in the events that they are severely injured, dying or otherwise incapacitated. No additional players can join an already ongoing game, and only those who have agreed to play will be part of the game from the beginning. In other words, one can not be forced to play the game against their own will, unless the player has become unwilling after the game has begun. Drawn cards can repeat, the next turn can not begin until the card/s from the previous turn have been discarded, as they must be present in the deck for the next player to draw. The deck is shuffled between each turn.

The deck used this time will be this one: https://docs.google.com/document/d/19XiAIODcU7q5GyAEvkdrBcP91C7pCMOxosQyC0qxVZU/edit?usp=sharing

OOC thread

Main Characters
Sam Stock by Fantasy Fanatic
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Name: Sam Stock
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Interests: Cooking, massages, puzzles, gardening, video games, anime, mud wrestling.
Kinks: Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Public, Cuddling, Mild BDSM, Hypnotism, Tickling, Dominating.
Turn-offs: Gore, Scat, Body Harm, Necrophilia, etc.
Bio: Sam is a shy, yet social and kind woman. She had always had trouble approaching people first, but always managed to hit it off with people once she managed to get talking with them. As a result, she is well-liked and somewhat popular in her circle of friends. However, what most don't realize is that she's also a closet pervert. Naturally, it's a side of herself she tries to keep secret, but whenever she's managed to get herself a boyfriend, she's never been able to hold back for long, something, that combined with her taste in men usually leads to her scaring off potential partners who don't find themselves ready for her rapid advances.

However, having heard about an up and coming swinger party, she saw it as her chance to finally get laid. Mustering up the courage to overwin her anxiety of going in blind to such a party by herself to hopefully fuck a stranger, she hopes for the best. In the worst-case scenario, she might at least learn a thing or two and maybe make some friends instead.

Extra Info: While kind and shy, Sam is a closet pervert dom with a real need to get laid. While she has trouble coming out of her shell at times, the turn around can be too fast for some, being borderline scary, almost as if she has a split personality that suddenly takes over. It has led to a fair share of failed relationships and rumors popping up around her during school days and around her workplace. She works as a substitute teacher.
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Viola Hillingham-Bradford by exalted
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Name: Viola Hillingham-Bradford
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Sexual Orientation: Unknown
Interests: Cheerleading (not really), cute fluffy things, music, art, religion, school
Kinks: (secretly) Submissive, reluctance, BDSM.
Turn-offs: scat, vore, gore, etc.

Bio: Viola has always tried her best to be happy, to be good. Her life has not always been good but ever since her mother married that nice Mr Bradford things have been gone just fine. The only thing she wishes is that she was closer with her Step Brother Chester, she still remembers that look he gave her from the top of the stairs when his mother brought her to their new home. She has tried several times to get closer to him, even becoming a cheerleader for his Football team but he has always kept her distance. She has heard rumors about her brother's secret life but always dismissed them as lies and jealousy.

Her parents have gone on a trip for the weekend and she was meant to go to a cheerleading camp but the camp burnt down mysteriously at the last minute so it was canceled. Suddenly free, she called around and invited some people over for a party, she's sure her brother won't mind and it might be good for him to mingle with people who aren't just football meatheads

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Malcolm Parker by Tes
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Name: Malcolm Parker
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Interests: psychology, competitive swimming
Kinks: reluctance, corruption, rough sex
Turn-offs: male on male
Bio: Malcolm sees the world and the people in it as his playground in away. He is nice to people he respects and knows how to make life a living hell for those who disrespect him without them even noticing what's coming for them. Not to mention that he isn't afraid of physical escalation on their side since his dad was in the army and trained him in self-defense during his teens.

And then there are those individuals who interest him especially. Nothing is more fun for him than to pry into the deepest corners of a girl's mind and bring out what he finds to the surface. So psychology was the obvious choice for his field of study plus the swimming team to keep in shape. Being one of the fastest there also attracted more than a few girls who were fawning over the team's bodies to him.

He has wondered himself if all this makes him a socio- or even a psychopath, but he definitely has morals which he abides. In his mind, he's doing them a favor by bringing out what they truly desire and he has yet to come across someone that didn't have anything hidden inside them. He is quite exploratory, enjoying nearly all forms of sex. So while he has a strong disposition to being on top, he also likes it when a woman takes what she wants. Indeed his wildest nights were with an ex with whom he constantly fought over the dominant role. The marks on his body afterward weren't explained away as easy as he might have liked in swim practice after it had happened the fifth time or so, but it was damn worth it.

A swinger party was always fun, since most of the time there was an entertaining mix of people comfortable with their own sexuality to the fullest degree and those who are in for it to experiment, not yet fully sure what they want and like. Both prime targets form him.
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Robina "Robbie" Finkel by mrblah
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Name: Robina "Robbie" Finkel
Gender: Girl thing
Age: 20(?)
Sexual Orientation: Allsexual
Interests: Guns, FPS games, alcohol, gritty superhero TV shows, alcohol, role-playing, D&D, alcohol, and "candy."
Kinks: Sadomasochism, domination or submission, voyeurism, and general depravity.
Turn-offs: Nice guys and girls, boring stick-in-the-muds, big macho man athletes/arrogant pricks, holier-than-thou self-righteous pigs

Bio: If you were unfortunate enough to live in Robbie Finkel's neighborhood, you would know all about her. She's the only daughter of an imprisoned civil servant and an absent mother, who grew up alone with her dad and was abused for a majority of her childhood, both physically and mentally. She would be saved from her father's tyranny at the age of 14 after an artificial scandal masterminded by an enemy led to an extensive search in the man's life, and he was exposed for the abusive and heartless man he was. This should've been great news for Robbie Finkel, but the damage was already done. Her innocence had long been stolen away, leaving a hurt and sensitive young girl whose cries were heard too late. All they could do was run damage control. Robbie would immediately be sent to live with her uncle, who was incredibly regretful of her suffering at the hands of his brother and offered to care for her to atone for it. She would spend the next 6 years under his roof, shutting herself in her room and keeping the rest of the world out despite the many efforts her uncle would attempt. Never could he heal the hurt in her heart.

That was the bullshit the self-righteous journalists tried to spin for the masses. She wasn't as broken as they wanted her to be.

2 years ago, Robbie would briefly surface in the world every now and again, sometimes shutting herself in her home as the rumors said. Those who spotted her would often try to talk to her, sometimes out of curiosity but most of the time to give their pity. She was hurt, they thought. Someone innocent who was torn apart by the cruelness of life. They would be the heroes to help put her back together... they never expected her to flip them off and make several rude and dirty comments about their mother, just as they wouldn't expect her rare sightings to be for the sake of procuring booze or junk food. Slowly but surely, her reputation would change as the neighbors talked. Oh, Robina was out buying drugs in a dark alley. Oh, Robina was sucking off some dude in the bad part of town. Oh, Robina this and that... at some point in time, the truth of who she truly was became obscured. Once again, she was labeled and shrouded in an air of assumptions.

There was a swinger party going on in her location. As a shut-in, no one would expect to find her at any sort of party... yet, once she found out about it through the rumor mill, there was no chance she wouldn't be going.

Extra Info: Robbie is a gun enthusiast and her main hobby is making gun replicas. She has attended college and therapy, but after 2 months she "quit" both, stating that she "got bored."
Appearance: She's 5'3" and a lightweight, with a few fading scars apparent on her back, legs, and arms. Hidden by her clothes, she has a tattoo on her back that spells "UNREALITY." Cute until she opens her mouth.
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Madison Jones by Lazy Kitsune
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Name: Madison Jones
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Sexual Orientation: Bi-curious (Presents herself as Hetero)
Interests: Acting, singing, fashion, gossip
Kinks: Sub/dom play, teasing, public, hypnotism / mind-control
Turn-offs: Gore, vore, toilet play, pedo, scarring, insects and arachnids, overly abusive/brutal sex.
Bio: An up-and-coming starlet and renowned local gossip, Madison never quite left the mentality of schoolyard cliques and the glamour of popularity. Putting down others around her while elevating herself is almost second nature to her and something she has developed into quite an art form. Her emphasis on her social talents often give some the mistaken impression that she's unintelligent, or at least shallow, however, those people tend to overlook just how much cunning and smarts are required to develop the sort of social proficiency Madison has. Beneath her mean-girl's-esque exterior lies an observant and calculating individual that desires to assert herself at the top of any social group she finds herself in.

She makes every call in whatever relationship she is in. In her friend circles, she decides what's popular, and the others better agree or find themselves being twisted into the villain of whatever narrative Madison wants to spin next. Madison would make herself queen and wanted all her subjects to treat her as such.

She's not entirely to blame for this mentality of hers. Had she been left to develop as she wanted, these social skills and talents with people could have made Madison quite the friendly community leader of sorts. It was pressure, first from her mother and then later from her older sisters, for Madison to fulfill all the dreams that they failed at. She needed to be popular. She needed to be ambitious. She needed to be the star of every scene. Both on the stage and off. All this drive to be in control all the time has left the young woman with a slowly developing underlying desire to just lose control. A swinger party seems like the perfect opportunity to do this. If she decided she didn't enjoy it enough to stay, she could always just leave, right?

While she can be cold and cruel to those she considers threats to her social standing, or simply remind her of the kind of person she would rather be, she does look out for those close to her. Whether this is just to reward loyalty or out of a genuine connection she feels for them is unclear, but anyone who crosses anyone she has accepted into her friend circle - no matter how recently she got to know them - should expect to face as much wrath from her as if they had crossed Madison personally. And for as much of a gossip as she is, if she considers you a friend you can trust her to keep any secret you tell her. At least for as long as you remain in her good graces.

Extra Info: Despite her young age, she's already bothered by her lack of success as an actress. She was recently fired from her temporary job as a sales assistant at a local store due to in-office drama she... may or may not have created. She's managed to land a replacement job at the local library, but tries to hide this fact from anyone who knows her... even if she finds she's far better and happier at this job than any she had tried before.
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Lisa Grey by Phoenixcz
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Name: Lisa Grey
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Interests: Videogames, books, sci-fi and fantasy, RPGs
Kinks: BDSM (sub), toys, roleplay
Turn-offs: The usual (gore, scat, piss, vore), pregnancy
Bio: Her fellow students know Lisa as a weird, nerdy loner. She's not the socially awkward, probably bullied ugly duckling from romantic movies that turns into enchanting beauty in the end, though: she simply doesn't like other people, though she can be social enough when she wants to. She's smart, and considers most people around her dumb for wasting their time and effort on "useless" stuff like sports, gossips and getting drunk, which hardly made her popular amongst her fellows, but she cares little what other people think and say of her, positive or negative. Fantasy, whether in books, games or movies is her means of escape from the boring word she feels she's stuck in, as she can't afford to attend a more prestigious school that would offer her more fulfillment than local college.

Despite her antisocial tendencies, she's got a boyfriend, Daniel, who shares some of her interests. It was Daniel who invited her to one of Chester Bradford's parties. Lisa isn't really interested in partying, but agreed to attend. She has heard some rumors about what happens at Chester's parties, but considers herself too smart to fall for any cheap tricks. She's unaware of the true nature of those events, and that Daniel has darker motivations for bringing her there: One of his fantasies is seeing his girlfriend fucked by others, and he tries to get in Chester's good graces by offering him new prey.
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Terra Underwood by DrLace (No-show)
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Name: Terra Underwood
Gender: Male (Trap)
Age: 21
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Interests: Music, Poetry, Writing, Theatre, Fencing.
Kinks: Impregnation, Lots of Cum, Choking, Rough Sex, Mindbreaking, Hung traps, Cuddles
Turn-offs: Abuse, Gore, Watersports, Scat, Non-Consent
Bio: Terra was, unlike his appearance would let you believe, born a man. But it seems that the only part of the Y Chromosome in him seems to have settled in his groin, other than that Terra could be mistaken for any other girl, a fact he thoroughly enjoys. His upbringing was rather nice, if not strange, his parent always supported his decisions in life as he slowly moved in androgyny. Even his school years were marked with fond memories of his friends and family, living nice in his sheltered lifestyle. Thing became skewed, however, as his foray into college brought many things to his attention that he never experienced, from alcohol and drugs to the various women and men that would be introduced in his life, although Terra was never so bold to go all the way with them. Terra learned many lessons here, first of all, being that constant blushing and stammering was never a way proper way to communicate, but the shy boy never really grew out of his shell. This would be a landmark in Terra's life though, his first actual party, and why the rumors of what happened at these strange parties never quite reached Terra's ears, she was excited to participate.
Extra Info: As stated Terra, while a man and a rather well hung one, is incredibly feminine. Also naive. He doesn't fully understand why he likes the things he does, he just does, and his sheltered lifestyle and innocence cause him to be rather clueless of certain things and can be easily manipulated.
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Kaitlyn Merryweather by CondorBoH
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Name: Kaitlyn Merryweather
Gender: Trans-Female
Age: 25
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Interests: Punk music, Sports, Exercise, Motivation
Kinks: Impregnation, Exhibition, Lactation, Pet Play, Humiliation/Public Use, Older women, Body Worship, Training
Turn-offs: Standard Nos (Scat, Piss, Vore, worms etc), Heavy BDSM, Abuse, Guys who get pissy about her dick
Bio: Kaitlyn has spent a lot of time on her appearance, getting herself athletic and toned even after her transition lowered the testosterone in her body. She loves how she looks and found that confidence to be an ideal that everyone should strive towards. It's certainly made her somewhat popular in her work as a personal trainer at her local gym. Getting people to work towards what they want from themselves is fulfilling.

She tends to put effort into having a friendly vibe, and tries her best to come off as nice and approachable, since her job basically requires people to trust her to know how to get them to be better. While no expert in psychology, she's got enough experience to have a rough idea of what people are thinking at a given time through body language and sometimes puts herself down to motivate people. That said, she has no time for anyone who insults her or her work seriously, and has gotten in trouble with a handful of people outside of the gym for that.

Kaitlyn's flirted and hit on a fair portion of her clients, at first intending it as a friendly gesture, but has started to realize she loves watching people get flustered in public. She never goes too far, but has had a small handful of flings and affairs over the past few years. The thought of having a new fling is what got her interested in the swingers party, wanting to settle in and get dicked down (or do the dicking) by a random stranger and see where that leads, not to mention getting to hang out sexually with the buff star quarterback would be fun. Of course, if she can hand out a business card or two, that'd be swell.

Extra Info: She's a little disappointed that she's the oldest one at the party. She's got no real interest in the occult and the rumors of the card game being 'cursed' or whatever don't mean anything to her, she doesn't think it's real but wouldn't mind too much if it was. Kait is 6'1, has an athletic build and has a stonkin' big dick.

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Background Secondary Characters
"Win" Chester Bradford by exalted
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Name: "Win" Chester Bradford
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Sexual Orientation: Straight

Interests: Football, winning, girls, winning, cars, winning, politics and winning

Kinks: Dominating, forced/reluctance, cherry popping, harem, trickery

Turn-offs: Men, being dominated

Bio: Chester Bradford is the star Quarterback of the Colleges football team, all American, future pro player and one day President of the united states. "Win" Chester knows the world and everything in it belongs to him and it is his right to claim it as he sees fit. Naturally, talent and ability backed by a family fortune meant he has never had to want for something or anything. He learned in High school if he told the right girl to drop her panties she would, desperate to get in with his popular crowd. While he enjoyed this for while he soon grew jaded, along with his opinion of women, it wasn't challenging anymore, just like a school, just like football.

He started a book, filling it with possible conquests that wouldn't just say yes, something he could hunt that would struggle and resist. The bigger challenge the better, and no woman was above his gaze, he started with the girlfriends of other players, then their sisters and even some mothers and teachers. He developed numerous strategies to hunt his prey, holding wild parties where he invited new and old conquests that he shared with his friends.

Secretly something dark lives deeply inside Chester, and it hungers. It formed when he was a child on the cusp of puberty when his mother left and his father quickly remarried another woman. His stepmother had her own daughter, slightly younger than him. This twisted darkness had become corporeal, manifesting and deck of cards Chester brings out during his parties, but the hunger is never satiated, not until it has consumed what he really wants... and has been denied.

Chester's parents are out of town for the weekend so he has sent out the word, it is time for another party...

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Tobias (Toby) Lester by Tes
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Name: Tobias (Toby) Lester
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Interests: sports, fantasy novels/manga/games/etc.
Kinks (unexplored): roleplay, BDSM(switch leaning more towards dom), voyeurism, getting his partner off to the fullest degree possible
Turn-offs: male on male
Bio: Toby is for anyone around him the stereotypical good guy, always out to make new friends and trying to please everyone even at a cost to him. Thus he made it his personal mission to befriend Malcolm from his swimming team who always seems to evade his invitations to hang out no matter how often he tries. He was very surprised but ecstatic when he finally invited him to come along to a party with him, accepting without hesitation or a clue what kind of party it would be, only interested in finally getting a step closer to cracking this tough nut that is Malcolm.

Too nice to really come on to a girl he rarely had a girlfriend and if he had one, he didn't want to seem creepy by pushing himself onto them sexually. So in terms of sex, he still was pretty much a clean slate. But with this attitude his relationships always seemed to die down which upset him, because in his mind he always tried his best to be the boyfriend they hoped he would be. This bottled up frustration would have to erupt spectacularly in some kind or another in the future.

On the rare occasion that he didn't have any plans with his friends, he would pass his time with any media in which he could delve into another world. Enjoying the sensation of 'meeting' new characters even if not real. His field of study being literature bored him most of the time, but at least he had an excuse to come to college that way and follow his other passion for sports.

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Oscar Perry Wilde by mrblah
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Name: Oscar Perry Wilde
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Sexual Orientation: Whatever
Interests: Gothic architecture, poetry, smoking, relaxing, studying the faulty nature of man
Kinks: Sadomasochism, impact play, intelligent banter
Turn-offs: "Sheep," anything gross
Bio: Oscar P. Wilde is an aspiring writer of the mystery genre, hobbyist philosopher, poet, and critic named after the historical Irish poet Oscar Wilde. He was raised by single retired businessman Lawrence Wilde who taught him everything he knows of poetry. After the death of his father when he was 15, Oscar was raised by his negligent uncle, where he silently suffered through his grief and took to such things as smoking and occasionally drinking to deal with his problems. He got into a more party-specific scene when his peers invited him out one night, and although he didn't find many aspects of it to be too entertaining(such as the loud music and much of the socializing), the existence of that world drew him in with what he saw as the most human aspect you could ever see; youthful greed and apathy towards safety in the name of fun.

He's been involved ever since, up to his college years. Oscar mostly views it as him studying those around him for the sake of his future career as a writer, and since he's generally pretty relaxed and calm, his presence isn't too disliked—although at times he can seem a bit self-absorbed.
Extra Info: Oscar smokes; his favorite brand of cigarettes is Vogue. He typically reads classical literature but likes the latest on mysteries. He, however, hates the new horrors out and absolutely detests the romance novels. Oscar has a weak stomach and gets sick easily.
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Robert Sultener by Fantasy Fanatic
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Name: Robert Sultener
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Interests: Martial arts, literature, reading, mythology, folklore, camping, magic.
Kinks: Cuddling, lactating, roleplay, pet-play, inflation, impregnation.
Turn-offs: Pregnancy, male on male, gore, scat, body-harm, necrophilia, etc.
Bio: Robert grew up in a moderately low-income family. Both of his parents being immigrants, meant that they had no fortune or accomplishments from previous generations to build their new life upon. It was only as Robert was growing up that his family was getting on up in the world, and as a result of progressively going from a small apartment, to eventually being able to afford a decent house, his family ended up moving a lot, unfortunately leaving most of Robert's friends and relations behind and uprooted. As a side effect of this, Robert grew introverted, less willing to build relations with others, as he was unlikely to be able to keep contact with friends over long distances. Always being the new, reclusive kid at school didn't lead anywhere promising either, almost always circling him out as a target for bullying, leaving him with even less experience in building meaningful relations with people.

Only as of late has Robert managed to make some true friends, able to impress others with his knowledge when finally attempting to break the vicious cycle he has lived and going outside of his comfort zone. Although, he is still unaware of the consequences of doing so, as he has now found himself in less than reputable company and the wrong crowd. With his friends leeching off of his abilities to turn in homework, and exploiting his knowledge for less than ideal purposes, he at the very least has the fortune of having them genuinely consider him their friend. As such, from a genuine, yet misguided attempt to give something back to their friend in exchange for all of his help, they decided to get him laid, by getting him invited to a swinger party... without telling him.
Extra Info: While none of Robert's friends could find the time to attend themselves, they've asked their non-mutual friend "Win" Chester Bradford for the favor of taking care of Robert while at the party and ensure he gets laid.
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Turn order:
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Kaitlyn
Malcolm
Sam
Lisa
Madison
Toby
Viola
Robert
Robbie


Active card effects:
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Sam Stock:
Clothing: A black and white mask, with the colors, split down the middle, and an outline of a smile that was clear on the mask as it had the opposite colors to the rest of the mask. Dominatrix outfit (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0901/4594/products/20_2f6c5766-be4a-447a-b06b-98733d7fd91b_grande.jpg?v=1581988900)
60. A dominatrix outfit of your design and choice of color appears on your body, replacing whatever other clothes you happen to be wearing. (There is no default for this outfit, resulting in you simply being stripped naked if you don’t decide on a design.) You can by no means, personally remove this dominatrix outfit.
4. Grow a pair of fully functional cat ears. Their color depends on your natural hair color. (This is an inheritable trait.)

Viola Hillingham-Bradford:
Clothing: Gym shorts, sports bra, a cat mask, and a robe.
22. A pair of light, padded shackles of your design appear around your wrists, forcing your arms behind your back. (The default design is a pair of stainless steel handcuffs, padded with cotton, firmly attached to your wrists.) You can by no means, personally remove these shackles.

Malcolm Parker + Margo Parker:
Malcolm's clothing: Fox mask covering everything above his mouth, robe, nothing underneath.
Margo's clothing: N/A
68. A ring of solid light appears above your head, hovering an inch above the top of your head unless moved by you. The halo shines in whatever light you desire. (Any color or visible spectrum.) The halo is incorporeal to anyone but you and those you give permission to touch it. This halo is by all means indestructible. (This is an inheritable trait.)
54. A nearly identical clone of you as the opposite gender appears next to you. This clone is you to an equal degree, sharing the memories, body, and mind, there's just two of you now. This genderbent clone of you is however mentally adapted to their new gender. Any cards drawn by you for the remainder of this game also affect them, although they do not have to draw any cards themselves.

Robina "Robbie" Finkel:
Clothing: Purple and white striped panties. jacket. beanie. and that raccoon mask.

Madison Jones:
Clothing: Lacy black underwear and a rabbit mask that only covers her eyes and forehead.
15 - A pet collar and leash of your design appear around your neck in pristine condition with your name either engraved or painted on. (The default design is a solid black leather collar with a button and a bell with the name engraved on the bell.) You can by no means, personally, remove this collar.

Lisa Grey:
Clothing: Wearing a robe and a black domino mask, no underwear. Also, currently a man.
87. A 30-second video is filmed of you in your current condition and becomes unavoidably trending online for the next 30 minutes. The angle and lighting of the video will depend on whichever will result in more internet fame. (Neither audio or video of the other participants will appear in the video.)
75. As a Woman, your gender is changed and you become a man with a perfectly healthy and fully functional penis.

Kaitlyn Merryweather:
Clothing: orange Tiger mask that doesn't cover the mouth and a stringy black dom outfit. https://i.etsystatic.com/9468228/r/il/cb319d/2001699406/il_794xN.2001699406_57pc.jpg
40. Your body becomes elastic enough to withstand up to 3 times the usual stretching it can usually stand without injury.
71. You are cursed with an obedience curse. Any command or request asked of you, you can’t help but obediently obey. The curse lasts until the end of the week or until removed.

Tobias (Toby) Lester:
Clothing: Crow mask, robe, black briefs.
79. From now on, the number of cards you can draw each round changes from 1-3 to 2-6.
36. Your body becomes a reality of what you envision to be the perfect body. (Gender, sense of balance, and instincts change to match.)

Robert Sultener:
Clothing: A lion mask. A pair of Calvin Klein trunks.
81. You are allowed to choose one of the other participants, who you have to have sex with. Following this, you two will become legally wed and the one (or both) of you with a womb will become pregnant, regardless of the circumstances. (If neither of you has a womb, a coin flip (1d2) will decide who becomes a woman and therefore pregnant.)
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Re: Return of the Party (IC)

Postby exalted » Thu Nov 14, 2019 7:47 am

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Winchester folded the microfibre cloth again, buffing it in small circles of the trunk lid until the white haze of dried canaubra wax was polished off, his face and the sky reflecting in the deep black gloss of his Iroc-Z. He folded the cloth again and buffed another corner, not allowing any imperfection in the glossy finish to blemish the car. He had more expensive cars, a fleet he shared with his father secured in the garage behind him, but none faster.

The 3/4 mile straight strip of concrete that ran from the gravel turn in before the garage was witness to that fact. Not even his father's brand new Ferrari could keep pace, and Winchester smirked as he saw the very same car turn off the strip and round the fence to disappear into the trees. He didn't smirk from memory of beating his father, he had done that enough since he made the decision to years ago. He smirked because it meant he was now alone, his father and his little minx were away again, some little tryst down to the coast.

The solitude didn't bother him, it gave him options. The Ranch house was only 15 minutes from the city, close enough for ease of access but far enough away to avoid the noise and stench of the common man. The thick woods that surrounded the ranch were held at bay by a solid fence, good fences made good neighbors, the nearest of which was miles away. Aside from the pond, pool and some sculpted shrubberies, the inside the of the fence was open, vibrant manicured lawns, making it easy to see anyone coming or going.

The House, and it's grounds were his for the weekend. Hunting season was open.

He pulled the small remote from his pocket and with a simple click the security system activated stage 1. While his father had decorated, or more truthfully had paid someone else to decorate it, in an upmarket rustic cattleman fashion so he could play at being Ben Cartwright or some other fictional cattle baron, the technology inside the walls was state of the art and personally overseen by Chester. With a press of a button the private rooms and garage locked down, no slippery fingered guest would make off with his stepmothers jewels or swipe data from his father's study. Stage 1 kept guests to the open great room, that patio and kitchen, large enough to keep them curtained without frightening them just yet.

Chester opened the door of the Iroc and grabbed his bag from underneath the passenger seat and walked towards the front door. Inside the mud room, he started to pull and hang up the robe like cloaks from the bag, hanging them hooks above benches he fixed a sign next to them. It had been a joke gift from some dumb team mate years ago, but it was fitting, so he kept it, 'Underwear Only past this point' it read. He pulled out a hamper for clothes and on the bench behind he laid out the masks.

Some were more intricate than others, all some form of animal, predator or prey; some covered the full face while others concealed less than a domino mask.

Winchester looked up as he heard feet on the gravel, still distance off but the sound traveled in the stillness. Stepping out, he stood by the Iroc to greet his guests.

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Viola grumbled to herself as she trudged by the side of the road, heading back towards the Ranch. The Bus has dropped her as close as it could but it was still a good few miles hike back home. She rolled her eyes at her misfortune, it was just her luck that the camp would burn down the morning of and ruin the team's plans. She had tried to call her brother for lift, even though she knew he would never let her hear the end of it, but the call wouldn't go through.

She guessed he had the signal jammer on, a thing he did anytime he had the ranch to himself for a weekend, claiming it helped him think away from the cretins of society. Pulling out her phone, she smiled as she saw she still had signal and fired off texts to her friends, hoping one or two might be able to come around for a sleep over now her plans had changed.

Tucking the phone away in her bra, Viola cinched up the straps of her bag backpack tighter and trudged through the dark woods in her red cheerleader outfit.
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Re: Return of the Party (IC)

Postby Tes » Thu Nov 14, 2019 11:49 am

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Malcolm

Malcolm first picked up Toby from the dorms. He rarely thinks about his dismissive parents, keeping his distance to them as large as possibly and probably cutting even more of the ties once he got out of college, but the classy, black Audi A8 they got him for his twenty first birthday really did get useful from time to time and was very fun to take out on a fitting occasion like today. They talked about the party, but Malcolm was not letting anything slip through about the nature of it, which was the whole plan to finally bring Toby out of his nice guy comfort zone that he trapped himself in. Malcolm mostly enjoys opening the eyes of a willing female, but Toby was actually nice in the not derogatory sense and he just needed a kick in the right direction he thought, which he was more than willing to provide for him.

Toby

Of course Toby was excited! Not only would he go to a party and hopefully meet a whole bunch of new faces, but he finally felt like getting a bit closer to Malcolm, although he seemed to avoid talking too much about what the party was actually about. It didn't bother him too much though, since up until now he enjoyed every party he went to quite a bit and expected this to be no exception to this rule. So he just relaxed on the ride there before he notices a girl walking along the sidewalk in this secluded area. "Maybe she is one of the other guests?" he tells Malcolm tapping him on the shoulder, already ectatic and still looking through the window, watching her walk. "We could spare her the walk, right?" he continues, not wanting to outright tell him who he should let in his car, but definitely suggesting it rather strongly.

Malcolm

Of course, he also noticed the girl and wondred what she was up to. Another guest? But why would she wear a cheerleading uniform? Maybe someone was interested in a bit of roleplay, he thought with a light chuckle. He wasn't really the kind-hearted kind of guy, but knew that Toby wouldn't stop bugging him about it, if she really turned out to be another guest and she did peak his interest so how much could it hurt? Slowing down to a halt beside her, he let the window roll down and asks. "Sorry to bother you, but we couldn't help but notice you walking and where wondering if you were also going to the Badford's house. If so we can give you ride. We won't bite, I promise." They both smile at her and Toby seemed to have been pleased with Malcolm's attempt to be nice so far.

Having picked up another passenger or not they drive to their destination and make their way to what could only be Win by his car, greeting him and thanking him for the invitation, the usual. Toby just a bit intimidated by the bulky man while Malcolm keeps his calm like usually. But one thing they had in common was the evening full of fun and adventure before them playing out in their heads, just each in drastically different directions.
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Re: Return of the Party (IC)

Postby exalted » Thu Nov 14, 2019 12:10 pm

Viola nearly giggled to herself as the car pulled to the side of the road and the driver started talking to her. Was this the big bad wolf coming to trick little red riding hood in the dark forest? she laughed to herself. Peering closer, she kinda recognized the two, remembering them to be from the swim team which she never hung around with too much; pom poms and pools didn't mix to well but there was always the college sports dinners to mingle... when her brother let her go...

"Hmmmm, I dunno," she laughed, opening the back door, "My brother might have to kick your ass if he knew you were picking me up."

She nestled down into the back seat, fastening her seat belt as her eyes roved around the interior. Her short skirt rode up slightly as she sat so if either man turned around or adjusted the rear view they would see her gym shorts under the skirt.

"Ooh, this is swanky," she commented, feeling the material of the seat with her hand, "But I'm sure my brother's car would win in a race... he's REALLY fast."
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Re: Return of the Party (IC)

Postby Tes » Thu Nov 14, 2019 2:16 pm

Malcolm

He listens as the girl explains, watching her in the back mirror and stealing a few quick glances further down "Oh, really? To be honest I'm not to worried about getting my ass kicked." he says, wondering if she says that how furious her bother might get if he knew, how Malcolm was inspecting her right at that moment.

As she compliments the car, but quickly brings back the focus to her brother, he wonders how obsessed this girl was with her brother. She must really be looking up to him. "Thanks, but I'm not really interested in meassuring ourself via a race. He would probably win, I'll give you that."

Rethinking his prior thought, now that he knew she was his sister he brings up the topic of the event they were attending. "It would just be quite dissapointing to have him revoke his invitation and make us drive home again. Did you know about the party?" He wouldn't invite his own siter to a swinger party, right?

Toby

He on the other hand let out a more nervous laugh at the threat, knowing that he probably couldn't overwhelm the big football buff physically. "Well then I hope you will throw in a few good words about us, right?" he jokes, turned back to face her with a smile, unobstructed by the need to look ahead on the road. He didn't even think about what Malcolm then voiced. "Damn. That would suck big time." he admits, frustrated that maybe he just ruined his first time hanging out with Malcolm by urging him to pick her up.
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Re: Return of the Party (IC)

Postby Lazy Kitsune » Thu Nov 14, 2019 4:37 pm

Madison

Madison cursed her heals as she walked along the side of the road. The 'sidewalk', if it could be called that this far out from the city, made a point to disagree with her fashion choice at every step of the way. She started regretting having her friend drop her off even just this little bit ahead of time - although having the people at this party see her arrive in a student's second hand Beetle would hardly help her standing. There could be all sorts of people here that it would help to impress. Hence her choice in a slim, low cut black dress - one of the best, and most provocative, she had. It may not be supposed to stay on for long, but it would make every impression she intended it to. Classy and sexy. Mostly sexy.

She had told her friend, and several others, that she was off on an actors retreat. She had given details about the address she was going to and how long she was expected to be gone - it would hardly be sensible to attend something like this and not let people know when to be worried and where to go looking if she didn't return - however the details of what she was really off to do remained her personal secret. She could imagine her mother blowing a gasket if she knew what she was really up to and the thought made her smirk.

She stopped as she saw the ranch house in the distance and what looked like others arriving up ahead. It was... definitely impressive enough. If she could get into the good books of the people coming here she might just find herself with a whole new circle of useful admirers. This might actually be the big break she needed. She quickly pulled her phone from her purse to double check with her friend that she would be able to come pick her up at a moments notice if she needed him to. He probably would, they always do. She then pulled out a compact mirror and quickly checked over her own reflection, running her teeth across her lower lip as she did so. For a few moments she could hear her mother's voice in her head. Too much eye-shadow, your cheeks are uneven, whats with that shade of lipstick, are you auditioning to be a whore? Brush your hair out of the way you foolish girl. Lets get the curling iron again- ah its no use, lets just hope the lighting's dim enough that they don't notice your face! We'll stuff your bra, that'll have to do. Taking a deep breath, she drowned out the voices. Her mother was not going to sour her mood. Not now. "Stunning as ever, Mads." she said to herself, slipping the compact mirror back into her purse and continuing on her way to the Ranch House.
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Re: Return of the Party (IC)

Postby mrblah » Thu Nov 14, 2019 5:32 pm

Robina
Swing·er | noun
1. a lively and fashionable person who goes to a lot of social events.
2. a person who engages in group sex or the swapping of sexual partners. In this case, Robina assumes the use of the word would be for the second.
With that in mind, a "swinger party" is a party full of debauchery-loving young people who flipped off any real meaning in their lives and engage in doing whatever the fuck they felt like no matter how actually self-destructive the behavior was. This is all to say, her kind of people.

She had no intention of NOT showing up when she heard about the party. Some of the partygoers there made a big mistake of letting it slip at the supermarket, and Robina faced no trouble in tracking down the location of the host's abode considering he was pretty popular. She'd just come towards the tail end of her journey as she spotted the house on the horizon, a fact she was no less thankful for. The Uber ride she caught earlier was all sorts of annoying her with questions about her political views and talking about how democracy was failing yadda yadda yadda she really wasn't there for it. Robina ended up dropping herself off halfway because holy HELL the guy wouldn't stop to breathe.

But there it was, so she hadn't cared. The site of the party turned out to be a pretty large house out on the edge of civilization with forestry in its backdrop. She recognized it as the kind of house your typical horror movie would take place and the host turns out to be a mass murderer or a kid had been drowned in the lake next to it and now he's coming back to murder everyone at the party, et cetera. Robina was more a fan of the vibes than anything though. She wouldn't be so easily deterred.

Her walk ended. Finally, she was standing at the front of the house, her hands in her zipped down hoodie's pockets and her tongue twirling around a "lollipop." She glanced to the guy by the car who was probably either the host, some poser trying to look cool, or maybe both. She simply raised a hand in greeting with a deadpanned "Ciaossu," before she'd continue walking forward to just enter the house.

Oscar
A young man in dark clothing stood by the bus stop, his eyes closed and his hands occupied with a cigarette and a lighter. Flick flick. The former was lit and burned, prompting the young man to inhale the resulting smoke.

...

He breathed out in a hazy cloud of gray; it was the very same gray as his eyes were. The young man had been standing at this bus stop for some time, but don't misunderstand and think he was waiting. In reality, he'd been dropped off far long ago. He'd just been relaxing and giving himself a small break before he'd venture forth into the lion's den... a swinger party. Preparation was key before he'd observe this latest social event, hence why he stood at the bus stop smoking his favorite brand; however, admittedly there was another reason why he was staying at the bus stop.

The young man pulled back the sleeve of his hoodie, revealing a wristwatch with 'OSCAR' scratched on the surface. "... Not time yet." The party would just be starting. People would just be filing in, so nothing he'd come for would immediately be in motion. He'd have to give it some time and try a moment later. So again, Oscar sits at the bus stop and waits. He'd reach for his pocket and pull out a small book a few minutes later to start reading to pass the time.
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Re: Return of the Party (IC)

Postby Fantasy Fanatic » Thu Nov 14, 2019 8:54 pm

Sam Stock

Sam Stock was trailing behind the latest group of people to arrive at the party she had heard about. At first, she had been nervous, but after some quick research, she had been able to alleviate her fear, as swinger parties seemed to be of a more open nature than other college parties or such. From what she understood, another person there would simply be a welcome addition, rather than a disturbance. Still, she couldn't help but feel slightly apprehensive and paranoid about attending a party alone and uninvited. However, as Sam had already resolved herself to do this in order to achieve her goals, it was easy to simply power through her own doubt by thinking of what she would achieve by doing this.

As the group in front of her entered the home of the host, Win" Chester Bradford, Sam snuck inside right behind them, while chuckling at the sign she saw set up. She wouldn't actually have minded following the directions, had it been a serious suggestion, but judging by the fully clothed host and guests so far... she instead quickly separated from the group and began exploring her surroundings. Looking around to see what other people at the party were doing and what she could do to fit in until the real party started, Sam observed everyone else who had already arrived and considered with whom she should try her luck with first.

Robert Sultener

Robert frowned slightly as the road underneath his wheels changed from city road to something less even. Not that it was an actual problem, but he had always been one to appreciate a smooth ride, even if it was on a bicycle. Panting slightly as he passed some people who seemingly had the same destination as him, he considered what kind of people he saw. He wasn't able to place them all, as they seemed to be a varied bunch, but he was impressed by the diversity and the fact that most people had chosen to arrive on foot. Although they must all have had some form of transport until they got close, or they lived closer than him, he reasoned. He guessed that he might have been the only one who'd decide to ride a bicycle for 3 miles just to save money on public transport. Although, not only had the repetition of the choice left him more spending money, but it also did wonders for keeping him in shape, even if being the only one arriving on a bicycle left him feeling a bit self-conscious.

Deciding to ignore it, Robert focused on the road, and his goal as it came into view. As he arrived, he saw a car parked on the drive-way and decided it was as good a place as any to park his bicycle as well, a good bit away from the car, ensuring there was room for more vehicles, just in case. Locking his bike up, he moved to the front door, looking to see if he could find his host, who should be aware of him through a mutual friend. Having seen Winchester in a picture before, he soon found him.

"Um, excuse me, you're Winchester, right? I'm Robert Sultener, John's friend." Robert introduced himself, hoping Winchester would be aware of the circumstances like John had assured him he would be. Otherwise, this would all turn out rather awkward.
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Re: Return of the Party (IC)

Postby CondorBoH » Fri Nov 15, 2019 4:43 am

Kaityln damn well hoped she was ready for this. She had all the essentials: Horny underwear, provocative outfit, loads of lube and condoms, a pocket knife and mace. All ready for a night of fun with a bunch of random strangers...
In the middle of nowhere.
Fuck, was she glad she told her flatmate to call the police if she didn't come back after a few days. Still that wouldn't stop her, adventure all that bullshit, yeah.
Woo.

On the way to the house, the trainer went past a handful of unfortunates walking and one poor kid on a pushbike. Kait wasn't enjoying this on a motorbike, so her heart went out to him. Hopefully he saw the wink through her helmet. Unlikely. He'd get special attention for his effort once he got to the show.
She slowed her bike as she got to the house. Well, house was an understatement. Estate, mansion, manor. Those all worked better. A hit of envy went through her as she saw the car out front. Better than anything she could afford by far. Hell, her bike looked good but it was still second hand and her mechanic's gravy ticket. Kaitlyn pulled up in an empty corner of the driveway, far enough away from the host and his ride to be able to fit any other arrivals in cars. Kickstand out, she slid off, locking the thing down and taking her helmet off. She approached the entrance with a smile, grabbing a backpack from her ride.
"Chester, right? Heard a lot of good things about you and your gigs, mate. By the look of the place, I expected you'd have a butler or something out front. Also, I promise I'm wearing something far sexier under this." She gave her bike leathers a tug, her voice teasing.


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Re: Return of the Party (IC)

Postby Phoenixcz » Fri Nov 15, 2019 5:10 am

Daniel drove his car... an old Honda he got from his dad... towards the Bradford home. He was never here and needed to have the way described to him, but if tonight goes well, he may visit more of "Win"'s parties he's heard so much about. Lisa was reluctant to attend, as expected, but eventually he's convinced her meeting her fellows outside school may be fun. She doesn't know what kind of party it's going to be, but hopefully, she won't back off once she finds out. Daniel will have to pretend he had no idea either.

Chester... or Chester's parents, anyway.... is filthy rich, and Daniel figured getting into his good graces may be useful. It's always nice to have connections. Lisa will be Daniel's offering to establish some good will. There will be other girls, certainly, so one more may not mean much, but Chester's bored with easy prey. Lisa may not be the hottest girl in town, but she could present some challenge: she won't care about Chester's reputation or money, and she considers herself too intelligent to be easily fooled. How much true that is remains to be seen.

Lisa
Being around big group of drunk and loud people isn't exactly Lisa's idea of entertainment, but Daniel insisted they have to visit some kind of party one of the school's football team's members is hosting. Normally, if someone invited her, she would say no, but he was right that she should go amongst other people from time to time. Still doesn't sound very fun, but few hours amongs drunk classmates is survivable, and maybe they'll give it a rest afterwards. She didn't really know how to dress to a party she knows almost nothing about, so she went with the usual: blue jeans, white T-shirt and a jacket on top, at least for the outside. Not much in the way of makeup, and no special accessories, as her wardrobe doesn't have any.

They arrived a bit after the appointed hour, but Dan has assured her that's fine... people will propably be trickling for a while. The house itself is very impressive, and looks much more expensive than Lisa expected. Some people are already here, but it's not crowded... which is perfectly fine, as far as she's concerned. She gets off the car and follow Dan towards the host... she doesn't know him, as she doesn't care much about the school's sports roster, and let Dan handle introductions. Now, the name Chester Bradford rings a bell: star of the football team, richest student in the school... as if that much wasn't apparent from the house... yadda yadda yadda. And though Lisa doesn't pay much attention to gossip, she's heard his name being connected to some dubious stuff... Well, if he wants to get her drunk or drugged and try something, good luck, Lisa knows how to avoid that, and Daniel's here, so she should be safe. "Hi. Nice house". Boring, but what else is she supposed to talk about? Weather?
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Re: Return of the Party (IC)

Postby exalted » Fri Nov 15, 2019 7:46 am

"Well then you don't know my brother well," Viola sighed as Malcolm tried to play it cool and say he wasn't afraid of Winchester.

She rolled her eyes and neither seemed to take the bait she laid down, pulling out her head phones to have at least something interesting to listen to. The two of them just seemed like such white bread, not even toasted, just bland. She wanted romance, excitement, just like in the books and movies.

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The left cornerWinchester's mouth twitched into a smile as he noticed his guests slowly start to trickle in like moths to the flame. The walk, even if it was only the drive way was enough to start most people sweating in the humidity, enough to make them slightly uncomfortable and off guard. It was just that right temperature to be bearable if you were still but sweat dripping you tried to do anything. He paused them by his car, using it as barrier between the house until they all had trickled in.

He eyed up Madison first as she strutted down the drive in her tight little dress that said she wanted 'it' but that you couldn't afford it. He remembered her page from his little black book, still waiting it's check mark, well to do family, facade of piety and wholesomeness, but calculating. The last note was his own, from his own observation of her. She wouldn't be swayed by the glits or glamour of the house or his money, couldn't just be easily duped. He could just force her, use his size and bulk to pin and ravish her, but that wasn't a challenge, no, she was a true mark worthy of the arrow.

His smirk twisted to a dark grin as he saw the next girl approach, Robbie. Her details were foggy, he'd ripped her page of out of the book when she dropped from the college and he tried to recall her notes. Trauma of some kind, mutilple incidents of her acting out sexually and violently, a tramp the gossips had said, but Winchest had seen something else, the wolf prowling in the darkness just out of sight. She had not been invited, but missed targets so rarely represented themselves.

Next was the shut-in, Sam Stock. If half of what the mensroom doors of the college was true she wouldn't have been invited, too easy, like Robbie. She was an enigma, multiple boyfriends, none of which claimed to go all the way (despite at least one of them having a reputation for succeeding with other girls), all break up initiated by the men. She was a peculiarity that needed to be investigated, and so she was invited.

The clattering of the Charity Case's bicycle annoyed him even from a distance. Robert Sultener, a reminder not to owe other people favours, but alas, even chaff had a purpose for the party.

Chester heard the high pitch whine of the bike before he could even see it, eyes narrowing as he tried to judge the rider. Kaitlyn, from the gym, full of rumors and stories shared hushly by team mates. She bore investigating, so she was invited.

His grin turned sour as he saw the Honda pull up, not just from how out of place the run down hunk a junk was; not just from it being an insult that such garbage shared the same asphalt as his Iroc, but the audacity of the man behind the wheel, Daniel. Did he really think he could buy THE Win Chester by offering up his girlfriend? If Chester wanted her he would have her, he didn't need some cuck's permission. He would take her, ravish her and then cast them both aside just to make the point, Win Chester was not for sale and wasn't 'given' anything.

He was just about to start his spiel when the last car pulled in, a black Audi he knew well, Malcolm. If Chester had been playing the role of Angry Team Captain he would have shouted that Malcolm and his friend were faggy euro-trash, to busy eyeing each others speedos; but that was just an act for the masses. Malcolm was a predator too, like a fox was to a wolf. Chasing prey lacked a challenge if their wasn't any competition for the kill.

Whistling loudly to get their attention all at once, he strolled out the semi-circle of guests he had formed, not noticing the back door of Malcolm's Audi open slip open and his sister slink off and around the house.

"Greetings," he said deeply, looking each of them in the eyes, "Know first this is a private party, which means private discretion, what happens here stays here. All phones, wallets, cameras and keys in the bag, you will get them back tomorrow morning."

He walked around the group, thrusting the bag towards each of them to surrender their items.

"Secondly, this is a private party, which means private indiscretions. If you step through those doors you are in until morning, and you say nothing of what you see or do after." He pointed up towards the main doors that led first to the mud room and then foyer, "If you have a problem with this, enjoy the walk home."

He turned and strolled darkly towards the door.

"Oh, and third rule," he turned quickly to glare at them, "You don't talk about fight club."

He let the dark look on his face evaporate as he chuckled at his own joke, chest heaving as his laugh boomed and echoed out.

"Now, everyone come in, read the sign and pick a mask," he grinned broadly, though his eyes still scanned like a predator.
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Re: Return of the Party (IC)

Postby Lazy Kitsune » Fri Nov 15, 2019 11:45 am

Madison

Madison kept her composure, despite the heat and humidity. Looking unphased was a talent she had developed after decades of practice and it had served her well so far. Although with all that, she still couldn't completely mask her surprise at seeing the Honda arriving. While she was hardly an expert on cars, she didn't need to know much to notice the sharp contrast between that old car and the rich surroundings. It was to avoid making a scene like that that she herself walked the final stretch of the journey here, rather than have her friend drop her off. What kind of person would drive a car like that to a place like this? How would they even get invited to begin with? Perhaps the host felt like 'slumming it' when he picked out a few guests. Giving the other guests a careful look over as well, it did seem like sophistication had taken a back seat for this party. Perhaps this wasn't such a great idea after all...

Regardless, she had at last arrived, and its not like she didn't have other reasons for being here. She smiled warmly... albeit slyly... at Chester and then the other guests in turn. This could be fun... provided-

She shot Chester an incredulous look. "Are you serious? You want us to leave all of that with you?" she scoffed and pulled out her compact mirror from her purse, giving herself one more quick look over, readjusting her hair slightly. "Can't a girl keep just a few small essentials? I go everywhere with my phone." she asked, pouting a little. Seeing that she wasn't going to get anywhere, at least not right away, she rolled her eyes. Pulling out her phone to quickly double check that everyone she wanted to know did know where she was and for how long she would be gone, she then put it all in her purse and handed the purse to Chester instead of putting anything in the bag. "You'll keep my belongings nice and safe, right?" she asked, speaking softly and widening her eyes a little in a pleading look.

She said nothing of the second rule and when it came time to the 'third', she giggled. It was a bad joke but Chester didn't need to know that. Madison followed him in through the door once directed to and examined the sign. Figures - well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. At least she could get these damned heals off. After slipping out of her shoes, she paused to glance and see which of the others would be looking her way. She slowly started to unlace the straps on her dress and slide the shoulder straps down her arm. She shimmied her way out of it with a gently rocking of her hips from side to side. She knew what she was doing as she slowly stripped off her dress, leaving herself in her lacy black underwear before all these strangers and near strangers. She left her dress neatly folded in the hamper and then examined the masks that were available.

Her eyes kept being drawn between one of a cat and another of a rabbit. The 'bunny' look would certainly be suitable for what they were all here for, although the cat might be more sophisticated. She seemed to mentally flip a coin before grabbing the bunny mask. It was only partially covering her face, leaving her mouth and the end of her nose uncovered, although masked the area around her eyes and her forehead, with the two rabbit ears sticking out over top. The design was simple, but as effective as it needed to be, and still held a certain unexpected elegance to it. It would definitely do, even if she found herself unable to shake how uneasy this was all starting to make. Don't let it show, Mads.
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Re: Return of the Party (IC)

Postby Fantasy Fanatic » Fri Nov 15, 2019 2:56 pm

Sam Stock

Unable to go unnoticed for long, Sam found relief in not being called out for being there without an invitation. As they were all greeted by their host, she sighed a bit in disappointment as he labeled some of her things contraband for the duration of the party. "Oh, I suppose you do have to be careful from leaking the things about to go down." She said as she reluctantly fished out her phone, unlocking it rapidly before turning it off and depositing it in the bag, together with her wallet and keys.

As the last rule was stated however, she couldn't help but chuckle at the looks of some of the guests, realizing not everyone had been aware of the nature of the party, all of them immediately caught her attention as people worth pursuing, considering they might turn out to be more her type. Wasting no time, she began undressing, neatly folding her clothes before putting them down in a free spot where they'd be out of the way, and she was certain she would remember on her way out. Left with nothing but her comfortable, yet not so modest white panties and matching bra, she walked over to the selection of masks, and picked up a black and white one, with the colors split down the middle and an outline of a smile that was clear on the mask as it had the opposite colors to the rest of the mask. Putting it on, she turned back to observe the others, indulging in them revealing their own bodies.

Robert Sultener

Robert was a bit annoyed at how Winchester seemed to prefer giving him the general greeting with everyone else, instead of first responding to him person to person. However, this was after all a friend of a friend, so he decided to reserve his judgment, as there were still plenty of options left and many reasons as to why he had done so. While it had been a bit rude, it didn't have to mean his olive branch had been outright rejected in its entirety. Having made himself feel a bit better, Robert listened to the rules, frowning a bit to himself as the pieces finally fell into place, and he realized what kind of party he had found himself at. Really, he should have seen this coming, considering what hints his friends had been dropping. In retrospect, it was now obvious that they were teasing him a bit, and now, they had seemingly thrown him under the bus. Of course, while Robert felt a little hurt, he also felt some relief and gratefulness. He knew they were his friends, and hadn't done this to hurt him. While they knew how far out of his comfort zone this was, he also realized that this was likely their way to support him and give him the experience he sorely lacked with women which they had kept teasing him about.

Robert really wanted to take the lifeline he had been given and leave, but he had to stop himself. While he could already feel himself blushing at the thought of undressing in front of others, much like others were already doing in front of him, a primal, perverse part of his brain urged him to indulge and plunge right into it. That part of his brain was also supported by his loyalty to his friends. They had likely pulled some kind of favor to let him attend, and they were doing this out of their own kind of kindness, rejecting their effort to help him would be a real dick move, as well as something cowardly that others would look down upon. He was here alone, representing his entire group of friends, if he made others look down on him, he invited them to do the same with his friends, and that was something he wouldn't do. Steeling his resolve and fighting down his libido together with his shyness, he gave in and deposited his surprisingly late-model smartphone (one of the benefits of carefully managing his money), together with his keys and wallet.

Striping down to nothing but his comfortable Calvin Klein trunks, he revealed that his lean build hid some normally concealed muscle and a bulge that he hadn't managed to pacify completely. Managing to keep his embarrassment to a light blush on his face, he walked over to the masks and chose a lion one. Having put it on, he felt relief as it noticeably helped with his shyness to conceal his identity, even if people who had already seen him could easily guess it again. Hopefully his new backbone would hold long enough to grow naturally to a point that this wouldn't be considered a waste by his friends.
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Re: Return of the Party (IC)

Postby mrblah » Fri Nov 15, 2019 9:20 pm

Robina
Apathetic eyes gazed around the new arrivals as everyone got comfortable. Seemed to be a lot of people she obviously didn't know about, but Robbie wasn't the type to keep an eye out for the "popular" people unless it benefited her. Some of them also seemed the type to fall right under the general populace's radar... which she found pretty odd.
There was the kid with the pretty hair and innocent look who just came in on a bike looking like he was there to gently ask your daughter's hand in marriage but be totally okay if you said no, the badass looking girl on the real bike who had a body way too bodacious for her not to be some kind of model or porn star, the fashionista popular "everyone knows me" blonde who pissed off Robbie just by the look of her, and who was Mr. Boring over there in the old Honda? What a motley crew this looked to be.

She maneuvered the lollipop in her mouth to the other cheek as their host began to explain the business. No clothes rule, great. Good thing she didn't bring her model gun out with her. Then there'd be this "no anything valuable on you" rule that looked more suspicious than a man with a slicked back hairstyle guiding you into a dark alley for a job proposition.
"Phone. Wallet. Keys. Sounds like highway robbery—and I would know." Said Robbie, her deadpan voice was quiet as it always was. Few people knew it, but Robbie Finkel was once the kind of person who could pass you on the street and you'd hardly notice her. Having "minimal presence" as her passive trait has outstretched into her newly leveled up Robbie form.
Despite her misgivings though, she hardly had any objections against it. Her phone? Didn't give a shit about social media, so that's a literal toss. Wallet? Not hers. Toss. Camera? Keys? Social security card? Didn't have those. She was clean, officer.

Next was the sign... well, although it provided her with a good bit of visual sweetness which she appreciated in the form of leering at that rich girl's lacy black panty-clad ass, there was a bit of an issue she had.
"I'm keeping the jacket, Model 1892. And my hat." Can't lose an effective way to hold her lollipops and make an absolutely amazing fashion statement. "Call it a trauma thing. I get super scared when I don't have it on. I'll seriously cry like a fucking baby." But she would strip out of her modified miniskirt and halter top.
First, she had to remove her sneakers and socks. Robbie reached to the Velcro straps that took the place of laces on her shoes and unstrapped them before she'd simply kick them off to the side. She then reached down and tugged off her socks. There they go to join the shoes.

Now, the part people wanted to see. Robina pinched the claps holding her modified miniskirt up, letting it unceremoniously drop to reveal her simple purple and white striped panties with a cut-out heart on the hem. Did she pick today to match, a curious onlooker would wonder? It'd then be revealed that she did as she undid the second clasp on her halter top and pulled it off-
goddamn it she's not wearing a bra. Her slightly smaller than modest breasts poked out from behind her jacket, totally bare and open as she mostly was. Honestly, Robbie didn't seem the type to wear anything under her clothes so they got lucky with her in panties. Bras, on the other hand... she didn't bother to wear those because she had small boobs anyway. She didn't care. Even now, her expression was totally apathetic as she stood there.

Alright, that's her down. After putting her clothes in the necessary basket, Robbie stepped forward to grab a... jeez, too many choices. She ended up grabbing the raccoon mask and slipping it over her face, mostly picking it because it revealed her lower half and didn't impeach on her right to eat lollipops. Robina would turn with finger guns towards whoever was going next. "Pew. Pew. Pew pew."

Oscar
Now, bear with me, just a little more to go.

We last left off with Oscar at the nearest bus stop. He'd since started walking towards the home where this party would be held. He'd lost track of time with his reading, and now might have been a liiiittle later than he wanted. Such is the life of the distinguished literarian. Often they get so lost in their pursuits of education that they forgot a great deal many things...

Like the exact distance between the bus stop and his destination. Turns out, they weren't as close as he thought, so on top of already being a little late, he now had to deal with a long walk up to the party in his black baggy clothing with the heat bearing down on him. "Quote; ''If there is anything unhealthy in your reactions, just bear in mind that sickness is the means by which an organism frees itself from what is alien; so one must simply help it to be sick, to have its whole sickness and to break out with it, since that is the way it gets better.'' - Rainer Maria Rilke.” That's right. It wasn't too bad. He'd survive, make it to where he must, and continue with his day as it is meant to go.

Finally, he arrived at the door. The house was big, he noted, and it seemed everyone was already there. "Oh dear." They were stripping. The writer raised a hand to his chin as he observed with an open stare... yes, their forms he could most certainly catch with words. More importantly, this proved he wasn't so late as he feared. Somehow he arrived just on time. "Greetings." Oscar raised a hand as he approached, his other in his pocket idly toying with a pen. Truth be told he was earlier worried this wouldn't be his scene. Oscar knew of Chester's reputation and he'd known a few acquaintances who'd attended the parties. While they didn't give specifics or information of any sort, he had been told it was the wildest time of their life and directly after said person made a terrible pun with his last name, so he came quite concerned... plus, he expected a large percentage of the party would be rich people. Oscar wasn't poor—his father left a good amount of wealth that the black-haired boy was able to spend on his Vogue cigarettes—but he wasn't living in the golden hills.

But... this group of people looked to have their fair share of outliers. Robert Sultener? Lisa Grey and Daniel? Robbie Finkel? ... Well, he supposed everyone has their start. "If I'm not too late, I shall begin." The writer first started by offering his personal effects into the bag. Oscar then reached for the edge of his hoodie and pulled it off simply, before neatly folding it and placing it in the hamper. Next was his pants and shoes... he took out his pack of Vogue cigarettes and stripped out of his pants. It followed his hoodie into the hamper, neatly folded and prepped for his exit, and his shoes would be placed whichever was intended and proper. There. He was finally left in his simple black boxers with his pack of fancy smokes still in hand. "Do you have a no-smoking policy within your home?" O, how greatly he wished to keep his Vogue cigarettes... alas, commonly, he'd be told to either smoke outside or leave his pack in his pants. You wouldn't expect the young and debauched to be concerned with secondhand, but you would be surprised.

Ah, and of course, Oscar would pick a mouse mask. He always found those little rodents to be just so adorable.
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Re: Return of the Party (IC)

Postby Tes » Fri Nov 15, 2019 11:09 pm

Malcolm

As Win gave his speak, introducing everyone to some ground rules, Malcolm heard Viola sneak away behind his car, wondering why she would hide. How much did she know? Though the more pressing isssue would have to be Toby, who would sooner than later learn that this wasn't one of those parties he knew. He looked around the group and saw some interesting faces, all telling of different reasons for why they were here or of the lack of knowledge in some cases.

Not too fazed by Win's precausions he quickly drops his belongings into the bag, hearing them rattle inside as it gets more filled with each new guest. Like always the eye contact between them is a bit tense, but without any aggression. They respect each other in a weird way, totally different on the surface but oddly similar inside. Seeing the sign, draws out a chuckle from him, not the joke, which made way to often by now. Given that he showed off his body almost every day at practice, he also had no qualms about this next rule and pulled off his shirt up over his head by the lower hem. His trousers falling to the floor soon after he slipped out of his shoes and socks, leaving him in only his dark red boxer briefs clinging tightly to him and concealing only the last bits of his.

There was no hint of shame as he stood there for anyone to look at, even though the sight of some of the other attendies undressing made his bulge press through the fabric a bit more than it would do under more relaxed circumstances. He just had nothing to hide with his body trained to the point he wanted it at and if there was someone here that judged their man by the bulge in his pants he wouldn't be on the loosing end either, so why be embarrassed about it. Looking at the masks, one peaked his interest immediatly and he deemed it to be the perfect choice. I was always so interesting to see how with even the most basic semblance of anonymity, people would loosen their inhibitions drastically.

Of course he had also thrown glances towards the other guests as they undressed, making sure not to oogle with a dumb look on his face, but not shy to appreciate someone else's features. One person seemed to have almost a bit too much fun with it as she shimmies her way out of her dress, fishing for gazes with her swaying backside, which was arguably magnificent. Madison at first glance seemed like the stereotypical attention seeking girl, basking in any glances thrown her way like she was in her own little commercial. It showed with every action, but Malcolm didn't believe that was all of it. It was almost too much to be just that and those girls usually don't attend these kind of events in his experience. Interesting he thought, maybe he would find out some more about her true intentions over the course of the party...

Sam on the other hand, on the surface would be assumed to be way too shy to come to an event like this, the absolute opposite of the confidence oozing Kaitlyn. He briefly wondered if she didn't know like Toby and expected her to fall into a stuttering blush when she read the sign. And yet, she just follows the rule like she is desperate to be here. This really peaked his interest as he now wanted to know what kind of desires she had that drove her to do so...and of course if she would want him to help her with those.

Robina was quite cute, with a personality that didn't quite match, but created a fun contrast. Then she explained her problem. Trauma? he asked himself. That could certainly explain the discrepancy. To his surprise, but not really as he thought about it, she also was the first one to show a bit more. Her breasts surely fit to her body and were very nice to look at as the were bordered and pushed together to be picture perfect by her sacred jacket.

Toby

Toby was startled when they were asked to give Win their stuff, but then Malcolm to his surprise just went through with it. It somehow relaxed him with how normal it seemed to be. Yeah, an evening without his phone should be fine right. Probably for the better, so that people don't sit there with their eyes glued to a screen. As they were told to read the sign, he expected some dumb joke, but couldn't quite believe it when he saw what was really written. Slowly it began to dawn on him what kind of party this was and he discretely whispered his conclusion to Malcolm, half hoping he would laugh and explain what it really was.

But that didn't happen. Instead, he confirmed that this was a swinger party, but assured him that no one would force him to do something he didn't want and that he should just treat it like a normal party. Meeting people...who most likely are here to fuck. This piece of extra information twisted the view he had of all the other guests dramatically. Did they all know?, he wondered.

He didn't want to back down though and being in his underwear wasn't anything he should be worried about, right? With a bit of hesitation overcome he thinks fuck it and also undresses down to his red and white checkered trunks. Standing next to Malcolm in this sort of dress thankfully felt normal and grounded him, even though he was completely in over his head. A mask?, he thought and looked over the options, taking the black one with a beak that resembled a crow and reminded him of a game he played a while ago.
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Re: Return of the Party (IC)

Postby CondorBoH » Sat Nov 16, 2019 4:39 am

The speech was a bit over the top, making her think that the host would be better fit as a theatre kid than an athlete. She was happy to play along, but couldn't help but scowl at the idea of losing her phone and wallet, not to mention keys. Kaitlyn folded her arms, giving Chester a dirty look.
"... I mean, your house your rules and all that, but I can't help but feel uncomfortable with what you're asking. Its not like you'd get anything from stealing, so..."
With a sigh she dropped the required items into the bag, but kept the rest of her handbag with her. Could never be too careful.

Late in the lineup, Kait got a good view of everyone gradually stripping before she saw the sign. Oh goody. Double goody, watching that hot chick do a little show and the general display in front of her made her get excited already. No use hiding it. With a confident smile, Kaitlyn began to strip as well. Her bike leathers taken off and put in the hamper with her helmet next to it. Underneath she was wearing a somewhat skimpy crop-top and short-shorts that showed off her athletic build to everyone in the room. Her smile turned into a smirk as she also put on a little show, tossing her top into the basket to show off her red-lace bra and perky C-cups, before shimmying down her hotpants and doing the same thing. Her panties weren't much, a thong that matched her bra that hugged her balls close. That was slipped off quickly and place in the hamper before striding over to the selection of masks.
Ah yes.
The excitement of being watched and the good looking group around her made it so Kaitlyn couldn't hide her barely-kept 'secret'. She was already at half mast, matching some of the guys around. Kait shot a wink at Robert, before choosing a mask.

It covered her upper face and most of her nose, allowing her mouth to be totally free for use. It was a design of a tiger, orange and black stripes covering it with several soft fur-like tufts around the cheek-line. She liked the cat themed ones, and this was just that bit fancy.
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Re: Return of the Party (IC)

Postby Phoenixcz » Sat Nov 16, 2019 5:23 am

Lisa
Lisa just shrugs when Chester starts explaining the rules. Some of people here aren't old enough to be legally drinking, so taking precautions against photos getting out is sensible. The other rule sounds unnecessarily dramatic, but reinforces that impression. Still, she's the one most likely to want to leave the party early, so she frowns a bit at that, but she's already here, so she may as well go along with it. The last rule, of course, is just a joke. As Lisa put her phone into the basket, she noticed she doesn't have signal anyway, so it's not a big loss. She sees little reason to give away her keys or her wallet, though, and is more hesitant to relinquish those.

Inside, she took the sign for another joke until other people actually started stripping. After a moment of surprise, confusion and embarassment, Lisa approaches Daniel and asks him if knew about this. After he comfirms he didn't know any details, but had an idea what this is about... which isn't entirely a lie, even though he didn't know the specifics, he was well aware what kind of party this is... Lisa huffs and looks for Chester. "Excuse us for a moment, me and Daniel need to talk. By the way, do you know a good place to dump a corpse nearby?" The later sentence was delivered in a deadpan tone that didn't made it clear how serious she is. Without really waiting for a response, she practically drag her boyfriend outside. An argument, agitated, but kept too quiet to be fully understood back inside follows, during which another late partygoer arrives. From the few scraps of conversation that reach inside the house, Lisa had no idea this is supposed to be a swingers party. She's angry with David, but somewhat surprisingly, she returns back inside once they stop arguing, and not just to get her things back before they leave. For his part, David looks a bit shocked at the turn of events, but also somewhat relieved.

As everyone else has already stripped themselves during the argument, Lisa follows suit. She doesn't make much of a show out of it, and quickly removes both her shirt and jeans, revealing her white bra and panties. Both articles of clothing aren't anything special, chosen more for comfort than to look sexy... after all, she didn't plan to show them to anyone. Normally, Lisa would be seriously embarassed to be half-naked amongst almost-strangers, but right now, her anger wins. Her mood could be apparent to any observer from the way she grabs the first mask she gets her hand on. A simple black domino mask does little to conceal her identity, and she would likely be more picky in different circumstances.
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Re: Return of the Party (IC)

Postby exalted » Sat Nov 16, 2019 9:06 am

Chester grinned at the meager protests that came from his demands as usual, and as usual they still surrendered.

"Let me be clear, you may not know who each other are, but I do, your names are as free or as kept as you want them to be." he said softly, but with a flat menace behind his words, "Surrendering your devices is for your protection, not mine. What happens within these walls stays within these walls, no pictures, no recordings, no evidence to linger and shame or be used against you later. The masks too are for your freedom, for those who need to separate who they are inside, from who they are out here."

He stood by the front door beyond the Mud Room, letting them through once they passed inspection and he handed them a crimson silk robe or cloak if they wanted it.

"Your valuables will be locked in a sound proof, time delayed safe just inside, it will open tomorrow morning when it is time to leave," he smiled at Madison, watching her undress.

He noted Malcolm's attention for the future Starlet, starting the game clock in his head as to who would bed her first.

"Anything you bring in, has to be checked for bugs," he replied to Robina with a shrug as she declared her intentions of keeping her property, "Just in case."

As she approached the door, he would motion for her to lift her arms so he could check her jacket. If she did so he would gently run his fingers around it, never applying serious pressure where the jacket covered her breasts but still lightly traced their swell as he felt for bulges or hard spots that might suggest a camera or mic. He gave her hat the once over as well before turning her revolve over in her hand, noticing it was a replica but still fine work.

"If you want to see the real thing," he whispered in her ear as he handed it back, sliding the barrel down the front elastic of her panties if she allowed him, "Just let me know, we can see each other's... collection."

Chester and his father had amassed a reasonable collection of firearms, partially as an investment and partially for the history, but his thoughts were pulled as the next late guest held out a packet of cigarettes for inspection. Shooting Oscar a look that said if you burn the furniture I will burn you, he checked each cigarette in the pack before handing it back. Last year another guest had tried sneaking a camera in, hidden inside a fake pack of smokes and Chester, with the help of a hammer and a vice in the garage, had made sure the man would not do it again.

Once they entered past Chester they would find themselves in a large octagonal room, bay windows running along the back wall to look out over the grounds and woods. A covered deck or pergola ran around the back half of the building with rustic french doors opening out to it. The deck held several seats and stools, with a hot tub off to one side and a swinging love seat on the other end of the deck, a short flight of stairs lead down a pristine, heated pool.

Inside the decor was rustic, the luxury ranch house aesthetic that was only a tiny bit too tacky. Trophy heads, historic maps and photos lined the walls with plush couches covered by skins or Indian blankets provided sufficient comfort. A locked glass display cabinet and rack showed off the family museum, pistols and rifles from different conflicts alongside other nicknacks. A large dining table took up the central part of the room, lined with snacks and appetizers. Several bar stands dotted the room, stacked with crystal carafes and tumblers, while the ranch sink in the open kitchen was filled with ice and cans of beer. Rotgut to champagne, caviar to corn chips, the broad range of economy enforced pallets was catered to.

The argument behind him quickly drew his attention as he ushered the last guest inside, his eyes narrowing on Daniel as he argued with Lisa. He felt the blood begin to pulse and boil slightly in his veins, first the audacity and now this.

"500 yards into the tree line or I've got some chicken wire and rocks if you want to feed the crawfish in the pond," he replied to Lisa just as seriously.

Ushering the last of the guests through, he paused for a moment as Lisa dragged Daniel outside, excusing himself from his guests for a moment. He pulled the simple screen from the bag he brought from the car, flicking it on and accessing the hidden surveillance camera's inside and outside the house to see what was happening. With scrolling his fingers rapidly, he had the system identify and track Lisa with facial recognition so which ever camera she was on would track and focus on her before he locked down the screen so the setting couldn't be changed without his access. Wiping it of finger prints, he stuff he down his back pocket and stepped outside just as their argument was wrapping.

He stood to the side and let her pass, giving her a soft knowing look, like her cared or understood, the misunderstood giant showing a sign of vulnerability. It vanished as soon as she passed him and stared at Daniel, his face expressionless as he placed one step in front of the other. Many players on the field were familiar with that blank look, it meant someone was going to get hurt, but Daniel didn't know. Chester's fist smashed hard into his solar plexus, robing Daniel of the air he needed to scream or help and stability to resist. Chester made sure Daniel was looking in his dead eyes as he slammed his fist home two more times, once in his gut and lastly in his balls.

Letting Daniel drop the gravel hard, Chester quickly popped the trunk of the Iroc before bending down scoop up Daniel, grabbing him by the throat and balls as he lifted him up and dropped him in the trunk. In a whispered, but slow voice, he let Daniel know exactly what would happen if he made a sound or tried to escape before tossing in the screen from his pocket. Daniel would wait there till morning, and watch each time his little girlfriend was fucked hard that night by everyone who wanted to.

* * *

Viola quickly ducked around the corner and into the Mud Room as her brother was distracted. She didn't really show any sympathy for the guy, if her brother kicked the shit out of anyone it was probably because he deserved it... or it was a football match, but, whatever.

Her eyes quickly dashed around the room, seeing all the clothes and masks and robes, her mind trying to understand what exactly what meant to be happening. She had never been allowed to come to any of her brothers parties and everyone always went quiet when she asked about them. Huffing slightly, she quickly pulled her cheer leading uniform off and stashed it inside the storage benches in the room so her brother didn't see it with the other clothes. Left in only her gym shorts and sports bra she quickly grabbed a mask and robe as she heard her brother coming back. Tying the mask on, she didn't realise she'd grabbed the cat mask Madison had almost chosen and she slipped to the side as she entered, trying not draw attention as she made for one of the two spiral staircases that lead upstairs.

* * *
Chester rubbed his knuckles as he stepped into the Mud Room, forcing his heart rate to slow back down to normal. He pulled his T-shirt over his head, exposing the hard muscle and 6 pack of his chiseled image, stowing it away so the others didn't see Daniels blood on it. His own mask and robes were down stairs, in the basement, with the cards - but that would come later. Grabbing the bag of valuables he stepped in the house proper, dropping them in the safe and setting the timer.

Taking a breath, he looked ye mighty on his works. He ran the calculations through his head, who to start with?

Madison? The clock was ticking on her and Malcolm had already signaled his intent, but how to make that play? His mind ticked through the required moves the chess board as he moved on.

Robina? Perhaps, the connection with the replica provided an exploitable oppotunity.

Sam? She appeared a little to plain right now be a notable score, perhaps that would change with liquor.

Kaitlyn? Hmmmmm, so that was her secret.... interesting... he mentally erased her from the list. She was still in the book, but perhaps she needed to be added to chain of competing predators instead.

Lisa? Her continued attendance was now intriguing, she had chosen to stay and her attitude was... intriguing. He had actionable intelligence that gave him a momentary edge now but that advantage would fade with time.

His eyes locked on Lisa, easily spotted in her little domino mask and he moved towards, pausing by a stand of carafes to pour two drinks, a single malt and peach schnapps, knowing each unlabeled bottle from memory.

"I'm sorry about that," he said softly despite his size as he approached her, holding out the schnapps to her but leaving the scotch in reach if he misjudged her, "I spoke to Daniel, he decided to walk home and cool off, I can drive you back tomorrow morning if you want? Would you like a drink?"


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Re: Return of the Party (IC)

Postby Lazy Kitsune » Sat Nov 16, 2019 1:06 pm

Madison

Pleased with the attention she drew in the changing room, Madison gave a quick smirk to everyone she spotted staring at her as she started to slip on one of the silk robes - only to be caught of guard by the rather tall woman with the group. Or more accurately, her crotch. She certainly hadn't expected a surprise like that. Doubts started to swim in her head once again, but this time they started to turn into curiosities. Perhaps this party would be more interesting than she expected.

She was caught off guard when she saw Chester going over to check the girl that wanted to keep her jacket and hat for bugs. She had noticed that girl giving her a few dirty looks from the moment she arrived, but couldn't understand why. And now, by keeping her jacket and not bothering with a bra she had already grabbed the host's attention and started getting some personal treatment. Game could recognise game, if nothing else - it would seem standing out would be more difficult than expected.

Her attention was then drawn by what seemed to be a couple having an argument. Even though they brought their argument outside it didn't take much for Madison to figure out what must have happened. That poor girl must not have been told what this party was about. She gave a sympathetic look as they turned to leave - although with her mask on it wasn't like anyone could tell easily.

Entering the next room shortly after Chester revealed it to everyone, Madison didn't have to feign being impressed. While some of the decor was a bit tacky - OK, she personally felt quite a lot of it was very tacky - it was still the kind of tacky that showed wealth and strong family roots. She took the time to slowly meander around the room in a circle, looking at the decor. Her walk wasn't just for her to take in the sights though. She had shown off her body well enough in the changing room, now it was time to walk with grace and elegance. She didn't just need to be wanted, she needed to be respected. She needed to seem like more than just a girl you would fuck for a night and never call again.

Noticing Lisa return, Madison started to make her way back towards the entrance. She was surprised to see her choose to stay rather than leave, although that would have been the same call Madison made. 'Fine, you wanted to take me to a swinger's party without telling me? Watch me get fucked by everyone except you!' Still, it must have been a rough argument and even rougher realisation that the poor girl had just gone through. She started to make her way towards her before noticing another person slip in, her eyes immediately drawn to the cat mask she had been so focused on earlier.

She watched this newcomer scurry away and head towards one of the stairways going up. Every party really does have a gatecrasher... Madison felt conflicted, wanting in part to talk with Lisa, while also having just found something that perhaps required more immediate attention. She wanted to be seen, was it really in her best interests to then spend her time talking to someone who definitely didn't? She turned her attention back to Lisa, noticing Chester going over to speak to her. It seems the two people she had any current intention of talking to were both occupied with each other at this moment - she could catch up with them separately when she had the chance. For now though, there was someone potentially more pressing to say hello to.

Slipping away from the group as people were taken in by the decor, the drinks or each other, Madison attempted to follow the girl in the cat mask to try and quietly catch up with her and get her attention.
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Re: Return of the Party (IC)

Postby Tes » Sat Nov 16, 2019 1:17 pm

Malcolm was glad that Toby took the information so easily after he heards Lisa's rising anger. Grabbing a robe he followed with the others into the main room. He would have preferred a more simplistic design, but he surely wasn't going to complain. With his eyes looking everywhere to form a solid plan for the evening he couldn't help but notice a glimpse of the sneaky cat, in the corner of his eye as she made her way up the spiral. He hadn't seen much before she was already gone. Was there another guest?...no, he remembered those shorts... and the blonde hair...It was Win's sister again! But what was she doing sneaking around like that. Even when they got out of his car, she sneaked away. At first he thought that she merely wanted to avoid a confrontation with her brother, but now?

Gahhh, so many options for what to do next and so little time. The cat could probably wait a bit more. He could ask her at any point, what exactly she was up to. He didn't understand much, but it was clear that she didn't want her brother to know that she was here. It could be fun to threaten blowing her cover, but in reality he was much more curious what her plan actually is now that she got this far.

As for Madison, it probably wasn't a good idea to shower her with attention, as she was very used to that. Which led Malcolm to refrain from directly approaching her for now, waiting for an opportune moment.

In the end he decided to go towards Sam, having a few questions for the shy girl. Standing in front of her, he attempts to break the ice and find out more about her. "Hey~ Do you want something to drink? I hope you don't take this the wrong way...but you don't really seem like the person that would attend something like this very often. Of course there is nothing wrong with that and you are, very cute I must say. But it got me wondering. Is it a special occasion?" he says calmly, hoping he didn't seem to intrusive with his questioning and gauging her reaction with his eyes piercing through the mask.

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I'll do Toby later, I'm running short on time
Tes
 
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