Nikki's Halloween Party - Part Five

Aubrey immediately extended a hand and the elegant hostess took it.

"It's so nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Nikki replied.

There was something about the way this striking woman savored each word before it tumbled past her lips that had Desteny on edge. Behind her, the response was quite different from the boys. They felt a stiffening of their cocks when Nikki spoke and grew quite hard when her dark eyes flitted over them.

"I hope you enjoy the party. There's a little something for everyone. Don't be afraid to indulge yourselves. That's what Halloween is for. Candy for the kids and for us... something just as sweet."

Desteny looked back to the revelers, sure after Nikki's description that an orgy was surely where the evening would resolve itself. She was already making up excuses for why they should leave when she turned back and found the lovely owner of the mansion gone.

"Where did she go?" Elijah asked, echoing her own thoughts.

"I was looking at the bar," Aubrey said.

"She was right here," Desteny insisted, but the others, who had also been looking away, were unphased. Perhaps, the suggested, she simply slipped back into the crowd.

"You can play detective on the whereabouts of Miss Crescent," Aubrey teased, "or we can go have some fun. It's up to you."

Elijah tugged at Desteny's sleeve and drew her into the belly of the dance hall where soft music played and strangers danced closely together, lost in worlds of their own.

Aubrey started with a drink. She wasn't a professional drinker, but she was a master at being in charge. She pulled Damian by his plastic chain from the entry to the bar situated along one wall. When she saw Damian's eyes drifting over the curves of the pretty bartender, she stepped in between them to order their drinks.

"I'll have a gin martini, dry, and this brute will have a vodka and tonic with a lime."

"Yes, ma'am," the young woman answered and went to work on the drinks. She and her male counterpart were both dressed in black pants and vests, a black tie against a white top, looking very much like hired help. Aubrey could get used to that kind of service.

The drinks were delivered and she led Damian away from the bar along the wall, interested to see the other partiers and observe a moment. She looked for faces she knew, and stood just in front of Damian, so those who didn't know her could get an eyeful. The form-fitting cat costume was enough to draw attention, and she made a show of delicately sipping the martini and meeting the eyes of the others in the crowd, especially the men. The look she offered was a knowing one, aware of their desire for her and doing nothing to dispel that promise. At least, not yet.

"Are we going to dance or something?"

"Not yet. You really don't know anything about anything, do you?"

Damian chuckled. "I know you look hot in that outfit."

"Always thinking with your dick. That's your problem. You have no appreciation what a night like this could mean for me."

"It's just a party."