somewhere private? To, um, take care of it. Of things. My pussy. Oh, God!" She bit her lip in frustration. Even the slide of her thighs against one another as she walked down the hallway was teasing her over-aroused body. She longed to stop just long enough for a quick rub against her clit, sure that a few quick strokes of her hand would be enough to bring her off.
"Shh," Jennifer soothed, patting Mary on the wrist. "Soon, lover. C'mere." She turned, clearly following directions Mary hadn't received, and led the way through several twists and turns to a small parlor with a red paneled door. Knocking briskly twice, Jennifer turned the handle and entered.
Mary blinked in surprise as she followed in Jennifer's wake. The parlor was not very large, and its few furnishings had been pushed up against the walls. A large cluster of men stood inside: nearly everyone she and Jennifer had danced with, plus a few extras whose masks and costumes she did not recognize. Their hostess stood among them, laughing and twirling a large key on one finger. She broke off whatever she had been saying as Jennifer and Mary entered, and moved to greet them both with a double-armed embrace.
"Girls!" the Countess Antrim said, smiling widely. "There you are! We were just talking about you. These men all enjoyed their dances with you so much, and they're very eager to get to know you better." To Mary's surprise, she kissed both their cheeks -- an intimate gesture for someone of the Countess's status -- before moving aside to gesture them into the center of the room. A number of throw pillows had been piled together in a haphazard arrangement in place of the customary rug, which Mary could see out of the corner of her eye, rolled up and shoved into a corner.
"Have a nice time, girls," the Countess said, bowing her way out the door, "and don't worry about making a mess on the floor. We'll have the maids mop up later." With that, and a wink, she was gone, and the door slammed and clicked behind her, rattling for a moment as she turned the key in its lock.
A startled Mary found herself suddenly surrounded by men from the ball. She rubbed shoulders with Jennifer, who spared her a breathless grin before turning her smile -- and her outthrust chest -- on the throng of admirers.
"Hello, ladies," one man said from behind Mary. She felt a hand squeeze her shoulder. Moments later, another grabbed her bottom, kneading the firm muscles and making her squeak.
An older man dressed in gray and green stepped forward to lay both his hands on Jennifer's bosom. The redhead wriggled and laughed as the man squeezed her breasts with no apparent concern for the usual rules of propriety. "Such lovely girls," he mumbled, almost panting into the redhead's cleavage. "Such lovely, lovely girls."
"Yes," a younger man agreed, and Mary recognized the graceful blue-masked dancer who had first led her onto the floor. "We're all so glad you came." He touched her under the chin; stroked downward along her neck to caress the tops of her breasts where they peaked out from the plunging neckline. She gasped and reached up to shove his hand away, but hesitated in uncertainty. Was this part of the plan? She glanced uncertainly aside at Jennifer, who was leaning forward into the older man's grasp and gyrating her hips to rub her bottom eagerly against the trouser-clad crotch of another man.
The blue-masked man answered Mary's unspoken question for her. "The red slut and the black slut," he chuckled, pinching one of her nipples as best he could through the clinging dress and the corset atop it. Mary gasped and stiffened, more with shock than with pain; the corset defended her sensitive nubs from any real assault. "Such a quaint idea," the man said, rubbing the front of her gown. "So charming."
A hand shoved Mary's dress up in the back. She blushed as someone gathered it up to her waist, revealing her nakedness beneath. Someone behind her gasped, and someone else chuckled in approval.
"No
"Shh," Jennifer soothed, patting Mary on the wrist. "Soon, lover. C'mere." She turned, clearly following directions Mary hadn't received, and led the way through several twists and turns to a small parlor with a red paneled door. Knocking briskly twice, Jennifer turned the handle and entered.
Mary blinked in surprise as she followed in Jennifer's wake. The parlor was not very large, and its few furnishings had been pushed up against the walls. A large cluster of men stood inside: nearly everyone she and Jennifer had danced with, plus a few extras whose masks and costumes she did not recognize. Their hostess stood among them, laughing and twirling a large key on one finger. She broke off whatever she had been saying as Jennifer and Mary entered, and moved to greet them both with a double-armed embrace.
"Girls!" the Countess Antrim said, smiling widely. "There you are! We were just talking about you. These men all enjoyed their dances with you so much, and they're very eager to get to know you better." To Mary's surprise, she kissed both their cheeks -- an intimate gesture for someone of the Countess's status -- before moving aside to gesture them into the center of the room. A number of throw pillows had been piled together in a haphazard arrangement in place of the customary rug, which Mary could see out of the corner of her eye, rolled up and shoved into a corner.
"Have a nice time, girls," the Countess said, bowing her way out the door, "and don't worry about making a mess on the floor. We'll have the maids mop up later." With that, and a wink, she was gone, and the door slammed and clicked behind her, rattling for a moment as she turned the key in its lock.
A startled Mary found herself suddenly surrounded by men from the ball. She rubbed shoulders with Jennifer, who spared her a breathless grin before turning her smile -- and her outthrust chest -- on the throng of admirers.
"Hello, ladies," one man said from behind Mary. She felt a hand squeeze her shoulder. Moments later, another grabbed her bottom, kneading the firm muscles and making her squeak.
An older man dressed in gray and green stepped forward to lay both his hands on Jennifer's bosom. The redhead wriggled and laughed as the man squeezed her breasts with no apparent concern for the usual rules of propriety. "Such lovely girls," he mumbled, almost panting into the redhead's cleavage. "Such lovely, lovely girls."
"Yes," a younger man agreed, and Mary recognized the graceful blue-masked dancer who had first led her onto the floor. "We're all so glad you came." He touched her under the chin; stroked downward along her neck to caress the tops of her breasts where they peaked out from the plunging neckline. She gasped and reached up to shove his hand away, but hesitated in uncertainty. Was this part of the plan? She glanced uncertainly aside at Jennifer, who was leaning forward into the older man's grasp and gyrating her hips to rub her bottom eagerly against the trouser-clad crotch of another man.
The blue-masked man answered Mary's unspoken question for her. "The red slut and the black slut," he chuckled, pinching one of her nipples as best he could through the clinging dress and the corset atop it. Mary gasped and stiffened, more with shock than with pain; the corset defended her sensitive nubs from any real assault. "Such a quaint idea," the man said, rubbing the front of her gown. "So charming."
A hand shoved Mary's dress up in the back. She blushed as someone gathered it up to her waist, revealing her nakedness beneath. Someone behind her gasped, and someone else chuckled in approval.
"No
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