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  “Touchdown,” Dillon said, stepping off of the elevator like he and his brother were celebrities.

  Zay glanced over at him. “Maybe I’m a little underdressed.” He said, peeking at Dillon’s fresh, Digital Barocco print shirt, a black pair of Leather Embellished jeans both by Versace. His footwear consisted of a pair of black, high top Barocco sneakers as he stepped with swag pushing his Cartier brown lens sunglasses up on his face.

  “I thought you said that we couldn’t wear sneakers.” Zay said as they headed out of the lobby doors. “These aren’t just any sneakers. These are Versace’s that cost fourteen hundred dollars. They better recognize.” Dillon coolly said, walking in front of his brother, and then easing his shades down as he winked at a cute chick that was passing by. “Plus, you ain’t looking too Shabby now, Bro.”

  Zay looked down at his attire. He was indeed fresh to death in his Gucci gear from head to toe. “Yeah, well I guess you’re right.” He said, feeling pretty good. He’d even picked out the perfect mask to match it.

  “You driving?” Dillon asked Zay as they got closer to his car. “We can go in the Bentley. That should definitely turn heads.”

  “Nah,” Zay said, passing his Bentley. “We’ll go in the Camaro tonight.” He said, admiring the sleek, jet black whip that had also turned plenty of heads his way. If nothing else, he always knew that an expensive new car was a woman magnet off top.

  “Sounds good to me,” he said as Zay hit the unlock button for them to get inside the car.

  On the drive over to the party, the brothers talked. “Damn, Bro I’m feeling giddy as fuck. This party is a no holds barred, an anything goes type of showdown.”

  “I know, man. I’ve been geeked since I saw the tickets.” Zay responded.

  “I heard it’s going to be a freak fest of games being played and plenty of free alcohol to get you right. Ain’t nothing more exciting than that, except a bunch of horny women walking around ready for whatever.”

  “Come on, Bro. Every woman that’ll be there don’t wanna fuck. You just have some people that are curious. They might wanna see other people fuck, but not join them. They may just wanna get a high off of the shit, and then go home and fuck, but I’m sure everybody ain’t there to fuck. I know I ain’t.” Zay said as Dillon cut his eyes over at him. “I ain’t just gonna stick my dick inside the first broad who comes my way. One thing I’m used to is pussy. I gotta be feeling this chick in some kind of way or my dick won’t even get hard.”

  Dillon frowned. “Damn man, you ain’t supposed to be feeling nobody like that. You’re supposed to be fucking something, not sizing up ass and how a bitch looks. Fuck that! They gonna have on masks anyway. Pussy don’t have a face.”

  “Nah, fuck what you’re talking about,” Zay said. “I don’t get turned on like that. She gotta have some spunk about her, some business, a bit of sassy mixed with a little bit of sexy in her swag to make a nigga wanna fuck something.”

  “If you say so, but you know me… This shit is right up my alley. I don’t get feelings, I don’t know what emotions are and I damn sho’ ain’t crazy about attachments. All I wanna do is strap up, fuck and move on; nothing more, nothing less.” Dillon explained, feeling pretty good from the ecstasy pill he’d popped and the three shots of Patron he drowned it with.

  “That’s why you’re buying new tires every other week, dumb ass. You gon’ fuck around and start losing respect from these women.” Zay said.

  “Does it look like I care about all that?” Dillon questioned. “I love being single and it ain’t like I lie to them. I let all women know what time it is upfront.”

  “Okay, I hear ya pimpin’.” Zay said as he pressed the brakes, suddenly slowing the car down. “Is this the place?” He asked, pulling up to the gated security booth. “

  Yeah, it better be unless we put the wrong address in the GPS.”

  A red head black woman walked out of the security booth and over to the window of the car. “I think we’re at the right place.” Zay said, looking at her sexy attire. She had on a short ruffled baby doll dress with the thigh high stockings and a pair of Black Red Bottoms. Her breasts were so big that they were about to pop out.

  “Nice ride,” she said with a smile then leaned down to speak directly face to face with the men. “Do you handsome men have your VIP tickets?” Her breast was creeping out of her dress. She rubbed the side of Zay’s face with the back of her rough hand as if to entice him with her seductive look, but it wasn’t working. He looked over at her and smiled, but wished like hell that Dillon would hurry up and hand her the tickets. She wasn’t turning him on the least bit with all that messy red lipstick smeared across her lips.

  Dillon opened up the glove compartment. “My bad sweetie, I forgot I put them in here.” He said, reaching over Zay and handing her the tickets.

  She scanned over their tickets and smiled. The she snapped her fingers at the other person inside the booth and the large gate began to slowly open. “Follow the brick road all the way around to the mansion. Valet attendants will park your car for you. Y’all have fun and holla back at me if you get bored.” She said.

  Zay smiled with a nod of his head and pulled off in a hurry. “Did you see her?”

  “She wasn’t that bad man.” Dillon commented.

  “The hell she wasn’t,” he said. “She should’ve had on her mask. The Lady looks like a dude with red hair and big titties.”

  “Yeah, she should’ve had her mask on, though.” He joked with a light chuckle.

  “If the other women here look like her then I’m sure I won’t be staying long.”

  Dillon shook his head. “I’m sure you’re gonna change your mind once we get inside this big ass house. Plus, they should have on their masks.” His mouth dropped open as he stared at the enormous house. “Damn! Look at this big bitch.” He said as they pulled around in front of it. The valet attendant walked over to the car just as the woman at the front gate told them.

  Zay looked over at Dillon before they stepped out of the car. “I sho’ hope the hype is what it’s pumped up to be.”

  “Don’t worry, Bro. Once you get a drink or four in your system you’ll relax more. Now quit complaining and get out the damn car. I thought you were excited about this.” Dillon stated as he happily got out the car and walked straight into the house. Zay followed closely behind him not knowing what the hell he’d signed up for, but hopefully the party would at least clear his thoughts about wanting to see Olivia.

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  Olivia sat on the passenger side of the car feeling pretty good as she looked over at Zoe who was driving.

  “Zoe, why in the hell didn’t you tell me this shit before we left the house?” She asked.

  “Because I knew you wouldn’t have wanted to come.” Zoe answered with a smile. “I’m not coming to get buck wild, but I’m personally curious to see what kind of kinky shit goes on at these things.”

  “What if somebody sees me here and tells Mark.”

  “O’, we’re in Atlanta, who in the hell else is going to be at this party that knows your boring husband? Plus, you’re gonna be wearing that cute lil mask in your lap. You know the one that matches that pretty, one shoulder, satin with the lace ruffles, baby doll dress you’re wearing.”

  “Oh, you’re talking about this cute lil thing that I’m wearing, huh?” Olivia questioned. “The one with my ass about to hang out,” she added, but deep down she loved the dress and the look.

  “Yep and don’t forget I paid good money for that lil sexy attire. You gotta know I love you, because I bought you something for my birthday.”

  “Only because you wanted me to accompany you to this freaky ass party,” Olivia responded.

  “Don’t you think we’re cute dressed alike?”

  “Don’t remind me,” Olivia grinned.

  “I love it. Your dress is red and mine is canary yellow. If they weren’t so short, I bet mom would’ve loved seeing us in these. The lil masks are too cute, too. Sh
e added, looking at the sparkles and rhinestones outlining the masks, making them pop even more. “You said that you needed this getaway, right?”

  “You know what Zoe, you’re right. I did say that I needed this.” Olivia said, turning up the small bottle of Patron that was sitting in her lap. Wine was normally the only thing she drank, but she’d said fuck it, so fuck it. “I’m having fun tonight!”

  “Good, because we’ve made it to our destination,” Zoe said, pulling up to the security booth.

  Olivia smiled, and then noticed the red head lady walk out of the security booth. “She needs a new wig. That red thing on her head ain’t hittin’ on shit.” Olivia commented as they laughed out loud, and then she then turned up some more of the Patron.

  “She needs on a mask, too. Shhh… here she comes.” Zoe said, letting the window down and shaking her head at Olivia who was now taking another shot of Patron straight out the bottle. “Take it easy with that Patron Sis. That shit will have you fucked up.”

  “Hey ladies, VIP tickets please.” The woman happily said. Zoe handed her the two tickets. The lady scanned over them and signaled for the gate to open. “Follow the brick road and valet will assist you with parking your car. Have fun!” She excitedly said.

  “Thanks,” Zoe said as she drove off. Two minutes later, they were pulling up in front of the mansion.

  Olivia’s eyes widened as she saw the mansion. “Damn, this place is huge.” Valet stepped up to the 750 big body BMW, waiting for them to get out. Olivia looked over at Zoe and smiled. “Well, it’s either now or never.”

  “I call for now,” Zoe said, opening up her car door as she and Olivia got out at the same time. Valet drove off in the car to go park it as they stood in front of the mansion, mouths partly open from the sight of the lit up place.

  Olivia started grinning like a kid in a candy store. “No telling what the hell is going on in this bitch!” She said as the cars were lined up with people and the valet parkers were taking their bad ass rides to a safe location to park them. “What are we standing here for?”

  “I don’t know, but you only turn thirty one once in your life and I came here to party!”

  “Well, me too,” Olivia chimed in as she led the way.

  “Oh shit! Look at her bad ass!” Zoe chimed in, following close behind her sister. Neither knew what to expect, but they anticipated having a very entertaining night as they walked up to the door and was greeted by two women in lingerie pieces and cute lil masks covering their faces.

  “Oh my God!” Olivia blurted out while scoping out the action going on between all the friendly, touchy-feely, half naked people. “I think we may have overdressed.” She said, looking back at Zoe with a smirk on her face.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Stepping inside the mansion was like stepping inside a large freak fest. This was the HOTTEST party of the year. The place was beautiful with crystal chandeliers and huge decorative lit candles everywhere. The immaculate abstract furniture was laced with half naked bodies intertwining which made the bunny ranch look like Pee’wee’s Playhouse. The ladies made their way further into the large open area where they spotted a large arc shaped bar and hurriedly made their way to it. A tall, pretty, Spanish bartender greeted them from behind the bar as they approached it.

  “Hello ladies and welcome to Mask Your Pleasures. I see that this is your first party by the looks on your faces. You may need just a little boost to help you relax.” Zoe and Olivia shyly smiled. “We have assorted ways to brighten your horizons and help you relax and enjoy your night. I promise that you’ll come back for more.”

  “Hell, from what I’m seeing, bitches already don’t wanna leave.” Zoe said, smiling from ear to ear and still looking around scoping the scene out.

  “It is different from where we usually go, but damn if it ain’t sparking my interest.” Olivia surprisingly blurted out. “I wanna take this mask off so I can get a really good look at these people, but I don’t want nobody to spot me here.”

  Zoe was still in awe at the vibrant, sexual feeling that she got just from watching the others enjoying what the other had to offer. Seeing the different masks only made it that more interesting and tantalizing.

  “This shit is wild O’. I need a few more drinks to get my head adjusted.” She said with a smirk.

  “Oh trust me; it’s not hard to get your head adjusted in here, sexy.” The bartender spoke then winked at Zoe with a seductive smile. “So what would you ladies like to drink before starting your first, and hopefully not your last, sexcapade adventure? Everything is top shelf.”

  Zoe and Olivia got Patron mixed with a splash of cranberry juice. They both drank two small glasses of it to set the mood right and then decided to walk off, but the bartender stopped them.

  “Hey, before you ladies move any further may I interest you in one of our assorted sexual enhancements?” She pulled out a small silver tray from underneath the counter, consisting of various bright colored pills.

  The wild child had finally arrived. “Ooooh! HELLZ YEAH! Now this is a damn birthday!” Zoe excitedly stated and with no hesitation… “Let me get the red one. Fuck it, I’m going all in, Sis. Oh and le’me get a straight shot of patron to go. Shiiiiit, it’s time to party!” Zoe downed the pill with her shot, motioning a finger at the waitress for one more drink.

  “Don’t kill yourself in here fool.” Olivia chirped, giving Zoe the side-eye.

  Zoe hit her lightly on the arm with a wide smile. “Kick back and relax, Sis. What goes on here stays in here.”

  Olivia sat there looking at the bartender with a crooked, undecided smile on her face. The bartender nudged the tray toward her.

  “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” She said. “Nothing is going to happen to you. If you relax and don’t think about it, you’ll have the most fun. You only live once.”

  “Yeah, but I want that once to last a very, very long time,” Olivia stated with an unsure look.

  “Girl, if you don’t take that damn pill,” Zoe politely demanded, almost laughing. “We’re here to party.”

  Olivia didn’t need much more convincing. She grabbed the red pill too, which meant if her sister lived, she would too and if she died then they’d die together.

  “That’s what I’m talking about.” Zoe said with a cheesy smile on her face. “Now, let’s mingle.”

  Zoe flirtingly laughed as she eyed one of the half naked male bartenders walking past while pushing the tray of drinks towards her. She shook her head, indicating that she’d had enough for now. She then grabbed Olivia’s hand while leading the way down the long marble hallway.

  The first open spaced room they passed was filled with men and women having a big ass orgy. The lights were dimmed with a black light effect and the only thing Olivia’s eyes were glued to was a man with a big twelve inch dick shooting nut on a woman’s face, covering her mask.

  “Damn, some of these nigga’s are ruined.” She said, looking from one big dick to another. “That’s why they try to get to parties like this. Ain’t nobody else in their right mind is going to fuck them.”

  Zoe laughed, but seeing all the sucking and fucking was really turning her on. “You crazy, you know that.” Olivia playfully shrugged her shoulders. “Let’s head on down a lil further.” They passed another room door that had a sign on it which read, OCCUPIED. Zoe turned the doorknob anyway, but it was locked. She pulled Olivia by the hand as they passed a woman straddling a man in a chair sitting in the hallway. The woman was giving him the business as his head rested on the back of the chair.

  “Damn,” Olivia whispered, feeling like she was gliding behind Zoe. Her feet were so light on the floor. The pills and the drinks had obviously kicked in and had her in a cloudy imaginative daze, but a good one. She smiled at the well built men, chilling in their expensive gear as some walked by and smiled. Others were lost in their surroundings, looking like dogs in heat. Next thing Olivia knew, Zoe had her by the hand and was leading her up the stairs.

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  “Damn its some fine, thick ass women up in here tonight!” Dillon stated while rubbing his hands together and watching everything moving. “I’m about to find me something to play with. I ain’t come here to stand around with you all night soul searching.”

  “I ain’t soul searching, Bro. I’m just still checking this place out. I mean, I’ve been to plenty of strip clubs, but I ain’t used to Nigga’s walking around with their dicks hanging out the zipper of their pants.” He said, just as a woman walked right over in front of them and grabbed a man’s dick and started slurping on it instantaneously.

  “Damn,” Zay said as he stood there and watched like he was in a live porno movie as a guest observer.

  “Hell, I need to walk around with my dick out. From the looks of what I see, the ladies should be standing in line waiting to jerk on this big knob.” Dillon said, causing Zay to laugh. “See Bro, you ain’t supposed to understand none of this. You just go with the flow and let this place have its way with you.” As Dillon explained the concept to Zay he was caught completely off guard by two beautiful, skimpy dressed women that were approaching to past them. They seemed to have walked by them in slow motion as the first woman smirked, throwing up the peace sign as she held on to the woman’s hand that followed directly behind her.

  “Ladies,” Zay and Dillon greeted them in unison, damn near staring them out of their baby doll satin dresses.

  A familiar scent swept by Zay’s nose as he watched the second woman that was being led from the back as she made it a little further down the hall. “Damn bro, all of a sudden I’m starting to understand what you mean,” Zay said still eyeballing the two women till they were out of sight. “Hey uh, you said that you were going to do your thing, right?”

  “Damn right,” Dillon said, already scoping out the little hottie standing across from him.

  “So, hit me on the cell when you’re ready. I’m gonna see what this spot got for your boy, and with what just walked passed, it seems to have plenty.” He grinned.