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Masquerade: Part One
By Some Writer
Her heart raced as the conveyor belt moved quickly on.She was held down on it, her wrists bound by large silvery metal clasps.Her legs werevertical, bound to tall poles that stretched upwards from the rigid conveyor belt.Loud machinery churned all around her, metal sparking against metal,yet the air was cold against her naked skin.The conveyor belt ground to a sudden halt that shook her against her bonds.
A man stepped out from the darkness and grasped the poles next to her legs.She craned her neck to look at him and saw his already erect dick moveforward and slide easily into her waiting vagina.She could barely feel it inside her and as he began sliding backwards and forwards she gained noreal pleasure from it.She tried to look at his face but she could not see it.All she could see was his naked body, a perfectly muscled body likethat of an athlete - perfect and bland.
After only a short time he withdrew - without coming - and stepped back into the shadows.The conveyor belt moved on with a sudden accelerationfollowed by a matching sudden stop.Another man, who looked identical to the first, stepped from the shadows and slid his dick inside her as he tookhold of the poles.Once more, she could barely feel him.She looked further down the conveyor belt to see tens if not hundreds of men waiting.Shescreamed...
... And awoke with a start.Melinda's breathing began slowing as she realised she had woken up.She tried to roll over and grimaced as she felt thedamp bedsheets below her - soaked in sweat.The alarm clock read 7:00AM, and it was Monday.She grimaced again and summoned the willpower to rollout of bed.Her light-brown hair mostly fell to the top of her neck, but some bits had been incited by a night's sleep into sticking out at crazyangles.She had eyes that were some mix of green and brown, and a pretty face with smooth skin but a strong, prominent bone structure that evokedmemories of Hollywood beauties from the Forties and Fifties.Her figure was similar - not a stick-thin figure of a modern model, but rather a classicfull hourglass figure that would once have been the definition of attractive, with moderate - but not large - breasts to suit.
The week ahead at least held the promise of a dress-up party on the following Saturday, even if that did mean that Melinda needed to find some timeduring her busy week to go and rent a dress.Busy busy busy, she thought to herself as she searched for her towel.She took it into the bathroom andclosed the door behind her.
* * *
Lisa, one of the typists, stepped into the office and walked down the aisle between the pairs of desks that filled the long office, past her fellowfemale typists, to the other workers beyond them.Jake, the young accountant, looked up as she approached his desk.He opened his mouth to sayhello, but she was already talking.
"Jake, can you come help me out a minute?"
"What's up?" Jake asked, slightly puzzled.Lisa did not usually speak to him much.Lisa looked down imploringly at Jake.He had a friendly, but notfeminine face with a strong jawline.His deep-blue eyes contrasted well with his dark brown hair that was short and professional without having aclearly discernible style.Lisa thought some stubble would suit him well, but he was always clean-shaven.
"It's my car, I need to change the tyre and I was wondering if you could help me," she explained.Jake looked around at everyone else in the office.He was the only man in the room.
"Ok," he said, fighting the temptation to make a barbed comment.He got up from his desk and followed Lisa out of the office into the car park.Shehad at least taken out all the appropriate equipment out from the back of her car.Jake eased off the hubcap and put the wrench on one of the tyrenuts.He stood on the horizontal handle of the wrench, trying to use his weight to loosen the nut. As he bounced up and down, trying to loosen it, he looked across at Lisa.She was not petite, and probably weighed more than him.
"Do you want to give it a try?" he asked circumspectly.
"I don't think I'd do any better than you," Lisa said, and Jake smiled wanly at her as he continued to jump on the wrench.Finally it gave way, andJake undid it slightly more before moving on to the next nut.Neither of them said much as Lisa watched Jake undo the nuts.He directed her to putthe jack in the right place under the car and told her to wind it up.Half an hour later the wheel was changed, and Jake hurried inside to clean hisoily hands, with a genuine word of thanks from Lisa.
* * *
Melinda slowly worked her way down the row of dresses in the shop for the second time.The parties, held by her friend Kate, were always lavishaffairs, with dresses to match.Large blooming dresses that spoke of an earlier era, when minimalism and simplicity were never fashionable.Shesighed, louder than she had intended, as she flicked past dress after dress, none of them inspiring her to try them on.
An assistant appeared at her side, unbidden.He looked like he should work as a tailor - well-dressed but stuffy with an authoritative air about him.Probably forced to temp at a rental place due to a lack of work, Melinda thought cruelly to herself."May I help you?" he asked, over-politely.
"Not really," Melinda said, exasperated."I'm looking for a dress but I can't find anything I like."She looked around the shop and her eyes scannedpast the men's suits."The men have it so much easier, don't they?They want a suit, they get a suit.All of them look about the same anyway."Theassistant smiled, unsure what to say.Doesn't want to talk to the mad woman, Melinda thought as she continued looking around the room at all thedresses that she had already rejected.
"What is the occasion?" the assistant asked after the pause became too awkward.
"A dress-up party.Suits and lavish dresses," Melinda explained lamely"It's usually a mix of semi-historical black-tie and fancy dress." Then it struck her."Of course, no-one says only the men can wear suits.I mean, it's sort of fancy dress."
"Sorry?" the assistant asked, puzzled.
"Do you think you could find a suit that would fit me?With a hat too," Melinda added, suddenly beaming.
Whatever else she might have thought about the assistant, he at least had manners and knew that the customer was always right.Even when she was amad woman."Certainly," he said, without any sign of surprise, and led her over to the suits.
* * *
Jake sat on his bed flicking through his stash of porn magazines, his trousers unzipped and his cock protruding from his underwear.All the womenwere identical, dyed blondes with fake breasts, perfectly small bodies and shaven pussies.Nothing took his fancy, despite feeling in the mood forsome masturbation.He got up from the bed and his trousers dropped to his ankles.He stepped out of them and walked to his computer.
He idly toyed with his dick while he waited for it to load up, and then set about browsing the Internet for pornography.He surfed through a numberof clich?d big-dicks-pound-tight-pussies sites before finding a site of 'amateur' couples.Their attention in the pictures was totally on each other,not on posing for the camera.He settled on a young couple pleasuring each other, a genuine look of caring andinterest on the face of the woman as she grasped her partner's cock in her hand.Jake grasped his own cock in his hand and stroked furiously.
* * *
Melinda stood in front of the mirror, turning this way and that as she looked at herself in the mirror.She needed to be off to the party imminentlybut something was not quite right and she could not decide what.The suit fit fine.Her female figure did not make it look bad - quite anachievement considering that her breasts were not small.The pencil-thin fake moustache - light brown, to match her hair - was a touch she wasparticularly proud of, and it made her look mischievous without looking stupid.The hat gave the whole thing someflair.The effect was faintly ludicrous, yet indefinably stylish.She was really pleased with how it looked, but now she was worried that shecould not adopt the right attitude.
She needed to feel confident and suave, and above all: male.No point turning up in a suit unless you looked like you were meant to be wearing it.So far, she still felt like a woman who did not have an outfit and thus had been forced to borrow her husband's suit.Melinda began practising stupidmale muscle-flexing poses in the mirror as she fooled around to try to get in the right frame of mind.
In a flash of inspiration she realised what she needed to enable her to wear the suit with pride.A present from an ex-boyfriend, something she hadnot worn in several years.It would not be visible, but it would be perfect.She took off the suit and hung it up - ready to be put in the car -before she hurried to her cupboard and began searching.
* * *
Jake stood in front of his mirror, looking forlornly at his suit.It was obvious now that it was too large.Not ludicrously so, but obvious enoughthat people would notice.It had looked just right in the shop, but everything always does.It was too late to change it now.It made him feel likean impostor - like a boy wearing his father's suit.
He was tempted for a moment to just not turn up, but he knew that Kate would notice.Even if she had a hundred guests (which she often did), Katestill noticed exactly who was there and who was not.Jake knew a few other people who were coming, but he had visions of spending most of the nightsitting on his own.
He sighed, his whole body visibly sagging as he watched in the mirror.He put on his bow-tie and headed out to the party.
* * *
"I like your outfit."Melinda turned to see the man beside her who had paid the compliment.
"Thank you," she said perfunctorily.
"I'm John," he offered, and smiled.He had a friendly smile, Melinda noticed.
"Melinda," she replied.
"I especially like the hat," John continued."Looks better on you that most of the guys here."He indicated the rest of the large ballroom with asweep of his hand.Melinda smiled.
"Would you like to try it on?" she asked.
"I think it would be a bit small."She took the hat off anyway and handed it to him.He put it on but it only perched atop his head.Melinda laughed.
"That bad eh?" John said, handing it back."So tell me, do you live around here?"
"No, I've come quite far," Melinda explained as she put her hat back on."I knew Kate from many years ago."
"From when she used to work on the south coast?"Melinda nodded.
"You have a hotel room here then?" John asked casually.
"Yeah, I had to," Melinda told him.She had travelled more than a hundred miles to get to the party, so she was not making the return trip until thefollowing day.Thankfully, Kate's party was in the large - no, huge - ballroom of a hotel.The rooms were not cheap, but were very convenient forthe party-goers.
John leaned forward, getting as close to her ear as he could, his head pressing against the brim of her hat."How about we go up to your room?Youcan suck me off and I'll even lick your pussy for you."Unseen by John, Melinda raised her eyebrows in shock.
"A very kind offer," Melinda said dryly."Maybe later," she added vaguely, "I want to meet a few more people first."
John smiled."Ok, well just come and find me when you're ready," he said with a smile and a wink.A friendly smile, Melinda thought - wasted on him.
* * *
On the other side of the room, Jake was doing well with a woman he had just met.Her name was Heather.She was a faintly pretty blonde who waswearing a slinky, almost figure-hugging royal blue dress, a much more modern design than most of the women attending the party were wearing.Shecurrently worked with Kate, although Jake got the impression that Heather did not know Kate too well.Given the amount of guests at the party, it would notbe surprising if most of the guests did not know Kate well.
"Pretty big place, huh?" Heather said, gesturing at the room.
"Yeah, it's immense," Jake agreed.
"And have you seen the grounds to this place?" she asked.
"No, I arrived a bit late so it was already dark."
"Want to come and take a look?" Heather asked, and Jake thought he saw her subtly raise her eyebrows.
"Yeah, sure," he said.Heather stood up and he followed her outside, onto the crunching gravel path, faintly lit by upward lighting amongst thebushes adjacent to the walls of the hotel.Heather took his hand and led him around the building to a darker area by the side.They slipped into anarrow alley between two storage buildings.He grasped her waist and kissed her.She wrapped her arms around him as he gently pushed her against thewall behind her.
"Do you have protection?" she whispered in his ear.He nodded.Half his face was in shadow, the other side lit by the lights shining in the gardens.
Heather turned around and quickly hitched up her dress until it was above her waist, revealing her naked bottom.She leaned forward to keep her dresswhere it was, and put both hands on the wall, legs apart as if Jake was a cop about to frisk her.Jake put his hands on her cold cheeks and begancaressing her bum.
"What are you waiting for?" Heather asked when Jake's hands began running down the outside of her thighs."Do you need me to suck your dick first orsomething?"
Jake's prick was already nearly fully-erect."No," he said and took his wallet out of his pocket, feeling for the condom inside it.Suddenly therewas raucous laughter just beyond the end of the alley.Heather straightened up, the hem of her dress dropping back down to her knees.The two ofthem quietly stepped into the shadows in the alley and walked out of the other end.The laughing people came all the way around the building to findHeather casually walking around towards them.Jake stood back a way, appearing to use his mobile phone.
"Hi Heather!" the man called.He was accompanied by another woman, who appeared to be his wife.
"Oh, hi Tom, Jill,"Heather said, nodding at them in turn."Just thought I'd catch some fresh air."
"I know what you mean," Tom said."We were just coming out to do the same before heading for a drink in our room."
"You have a room?" Heather asked."You don't live far away."
"I know, but it's a chance to get out and do something different isn't it?" Tom said."Did you want to join us?"
"Yeah, sure," Heather said with a brief glance at Jake.
"Did you want to bring your man there?" Tom asked, loud enough that Jake heard him.
"He's nothing to do with me," Heather hissed to Tom, quietly enough that Jake would not hear.
"Ok, let's go," Tom boomed.Tom, Jill and Heather wandered back to the hotel.Jake slipped his phone back into his pocket, sighed, and startedwalking back to the party.
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