Nikki's Halloween Party - Part 3

Men were slaves to their lust. They followed their hard dicks wherever they lead, no sense of regret or conscience in that loose bit of flesh. Aubrey believed herself to be a queen of sorts, and grew angry when Damian refused to show her the proper amount of worship.

"Let's go," she said, and grabbed the plastic chain he held in his hands, using it like a leash to pull him out the door.

The trip to the house led them to a more remote and affluent part of town. One house could hardly be seen from another, and each was an estate unto itself. Desteny used the flashlight app on her phone to check, again, the address on the invitation.

"It probably hasn't changed in the last five minutes," Elijah teased.

He tilted his head to check the number of a mailbox as it flew by on the two-lane road. The light was draining from the sky and everything was cast in a dull gray.

"My mom knew someone who lived out here," Aubrey said, stretching in the back seat. Her legs were draped across Damian's lap and he squirmed as her dark heel dug against his inner thigh.

"Does anybody actually know this lady?" Damian leaned forward a little as he asked the question, repositioning the dangerous position of his girlfriend's heel.

"Just reputation."

"Desteny is new to Waverly, after all," Aubrey said, her hands waving as she spoke in a regal way. "Nikki Crescent is a fixture of Waverly high society. Her parties are the most exclusive affairs. My mom and dad went to one back in the day and said they were wild, too."

"Wild? Like how?" Elijah asked.

"I bet it's orgies," Damian suggested.

"Orgies," Aubrey confirmed, "drugs, debauchery of every stripe. But that was years ago. I can't imagine old lady Crescent is still up to those tricks. She'd have to be in her sixties by now."

"Orgies?" Suddenly the invitation in Desteny's hands felt more ominous, something that was dangerous and not only a promise of a life she could only dream of.

"Purely voluntary. No one can you force you into an orgy, sweets," Aubrey went on.

Damian nodded, partly in answer to the question he asked himself: Was this when Aubrey was happiest? She was the one who knew more than anyone else, the one in charge of the conversation. While she was gorgeous, and there was no doubt of that with her lean figure and perfectly shaped breasts, her round and toned ass, the wash of her blonde hair, the sharp, aristocratic features. She was well out of Damian's league and she said and did a myriad of little things to let him know. Even the kitty costume was designed to show off her youthful beauty, to keep eyes on her. Sure, he felt lucky to be going home with her after the party, but he also knew that he could never be truly happy with her. There would always be the sense that he was forever working to keep her attention.

"We're leaving if that's what this place is," Desteny said, mostly aimed at Elijah.