The Card

The Card

I finally felt like I was getting it. As I walked through the party, I was starting to see that there were really two parties going on at once. Maybe even more.

On the surface, it was a sex party. Strangers and friends, flirting and drinking and giggling and groping. Spanked bottoms and tits out and fun.

Below the surface were those in the Order. Smiling and watching. They kissed and played as well, but always above all else, they observed. They collected faces and secrets and oversaw the parties as a one would oversee a vineyard. Pruning, watering, ready to harvest what fruits came to bear at just the right moment.

It all made me so much more excited about the card in my bag. They had seen something in me. They had given me a glimpse of what was behind that secret red door I’ve heard about.

When I saw Matilda and her mysterious partner beckon me across the room, I tried not to smile like an idiot. They said nothing but led me down the hall into a part of the studio I was told we weren’t supposed to enter.

Matilda’s partner, the well-dressed gentleman with the salt and pepper hair and the purple tie, produced a key and opened a door. I was led into the room.

“I’ll have your card,” Matilda said, suddenly serious.

I fumbled in my purse, pretending for a moment I needed to find it, though I knew exactly where it was.

I handed it to her, and she looked it over, while also looking me over.

“That’s fine,” she said simply, handing it back to me.

She moved closer, looking carefully at me, in my eyes, at my lips, making me blush.

The other one, the man, came up next to her and with a steely look said directly, “it would be best to inspect her here.”

Matilda nodded.

I was in a pretty black babydoll dress with a white peter pan collar. I wasn’t expecting to play at the party, just people watch, still, I knew the rules. I knew if a member asked, I needed to let them inspect me. It was part of the initiation. It made me weak in the knees.

They both raised an eyebrow at my lack of immediate action. I stammered an apology and looked around, trying to figure out what I should do.

The little room they brought me into was an office. Not much more than some bookshelves and a desk. The nameless man took my arm and pushed me towards the desk.

“Do you submit to inspection, as per the conventions of petition?” he said roughly.

I nodded and then remembering, I turned to him and raised my head, showing him my neck.

“I submit to inspection,” I whispered.

I thought perhaps Matilda would do it. The thought made me excited. She was so beautiful and glamorous. Her partner was, perhaps, glamorous in his own way, but I didn’t know him. He was just a well-dressed stranger.

He spun me around and made quick work of the buttons of my dress. He didn’t take it off, but awkwardly pulled it down my shoulders and arms until my breasts were exposed. He undid my bra with the same speed and skill.

I was sort of bound by my dress, with my bra only undone and lifted up a bit, just enough to give him access.

He fondled me. I can’t think of another word. Just quick, objectifying groping. I saw Matilda smile as she leaned against the closed door and watched.

He made some slight grunt that sounded like he liked what he felt. His hands were all over, on my stomach, on my neck. He put his thumb on my chin and opened my mouth. He looked into it and then pushed two fingers in. I had to concentrate to stay still, to not choke as his thick fingers pressed my tongue, probing me for who knows what.

Then he was done with that and spun me around once more. He pushed me forward, and I steadied myself on the desk.

He pulled up my dress, pushing it over my ass, and then he once more groped me. More little sounds of appreciation. One little smack followed a squeezing of my inner thighs, one at a time.

I turned a little, seeing Matilda over my shoulder. She was watching intently, her eyes a little far away.

When he fingers moved between my legs, I squirmed a little, though I tried to fight the urge. He let out a somewhat annoyed sound and pushed me against the desk to hold me still.

A tug on my panties, then he pushed the crotch to the side. How had I gotten so wet?

Silence for a moment. My breathing sounding loud in the little room. Another positive grunt from the nameless man and then his fingers were spreading me open.

I whined then, a pathetic little whine. I don’t even know what I wanted, for him to stop, for him to fuck me? He pushed me down a bit, and I felt him shift. He was showing me to Matilda. Showing her how wet I was.

A little laugh from her and I nearly died.

Then his finger pushed into me, and before I could stop myself, I leaned down further and pushed back against his finger, aching for more.

He laughed then and took his finger out, stepping back, and whispering to Matilda.

“Fix yourself up and then go back to the party. We are through with you,” Matilda said with a frown on her red lips and a smile in her eyes.

The man laughed again and watched me awkwardly dress. As he watched, he casually licked his fingers.