I woke up to the sound of my best friend Hannah calling me from the other end of my house. She'd let herself in early on a Saturday morning and for some reason was yelling at me as she ran up the stairs.
"Jade!" she hollered. "Where are you? I've got some exciting news!"
I rolled over and squinted at my clock on the nightstand. It was a little past eight. Saturdays were the only day of the week I allowed myself to sleep in, and I was more than a little ticked at her rude intrusion.
"Aren't you up yet?" she called. "Get up—you're not going to believe what I just heard."
I rolled over and wrapped my pillow around my ears as she dashed into my bedroom. She paused for a minute smiling at my feeble attempt to block her out of my morning daze, then she pounced on the bed below my curled-up knees.
"Wake up, sleepyhead!" she squealed, pushing my shoulders to rouse me from my slumber.
"This better be good," I said, raising my pillow a few inches and peering at her through thin eyes. "You know how much I worship my weekend sleep-ins."
"You'll be glad I woke you when you hear what I have to tell you," she said. "Besides, you're gonna want to get up and begin planning your day right away. We're going to need a few extra hours to go shopping."
I pulled my duvet cover over my shoulders and huffed.
"What could possibly be so important to drag me out of my soft and cozy bed this early in the morning?"
I peered outside, looking at the gray clouds hanging low in the late October skies. I was in no hurry to venture out into the chilly autumn air.
"Only the biggest private shindig of the year. Steve Bannon is hosting his annual Halloween party at his mansion on the lake, and we're invited!"
"Isn't that the party with all the A-list celebrities? How did you score an invitation?"
Hannah peered at me with a wicked look in her eyes.
"Let's just say I know somebody who knows somebody. Someone with whom I may have pulled a few strings to earn some special favors."
"I bet that's not the only thing you were pulling to earn those favors," I said, raising an eyebrow.
"Possibly," she smirked. "But I apparently impressed him enough with my naked gymnastics to land an invitation to this special event. Except this year, it's got an extra twist. This time it's going to be a nude costume party."
I lifted my head and propped the side of my face on a crooked elbow, suddenly intrigued.
"Isn't that an oxymoron? How can you be in costume and naked at the same time?"
Hannah smiled and handed me a gold-embossed card inscribed with fancy calligraphy writing. I felt the raised surface of the script on the tips of fingers, rubbing it gently trying to divine its meaning through my still bleary eyes. Somebody had gone to a great deal of effort to create an invitation card on par with the most extravagant wedding.
I pulled myself up and leaned against my headboard, slowly reading the message.
You are cordially invited to attend my annual Halloween costume ball at my estate overlooking Lake Michigan.
This year I've added a special twist to make it even more interesting. You're encouraged to wear as little or as much trappings as you feel comfortable—including nothing at all beyond a simple mask. With everyone baring a little more than usual, who knows what kind of shenanigans might break out, and we're always mindful of protecting the anonymity of our special guests.
Of course, I encourage everyone to be playful and creative with their choice of costumes, as this is always the highlight of the event. As in previous years, there will be a special prize for the best costume of the evening and we hope you'll be suitably daring and inventive.
Feel free to bring a partner and let down your britches! As always, what happens at the Bannon residence stays at the Bannon residence. I look forward to seeing you this Saturday, starting at midnight. We'll all have a ghoulish good time!
I peered up at Hannah and grinned.
"No RSVP?"
"There's no need with a Steve Bannon invitation," she said. Everyone who's invited always goes. It's the go-to event of the year in the Chicago area. Models, actresses, rock stars, billionaires—everybody who's anybody in this town will be there. There's even a rumor that the Governor and his wife will attend this year's event."
I looked down at the card, rubbing my fingers over the embossed script.
"The invitation says you're allowed to bring a partner. Was that a condition of your little tryst with your friend—that you accompany him as his plus-one?"
Hannah peered at me devilishly as a tiny curl formed on the sides of her mouth.
"When I told him I had a friend who was even prettier than me and had a body to die for, he didn't hesitate to hand me an extra invitation. You're my plus-one, girl." She pulled another card out of her purse and handed it to me. "You know I'd never pass up an opportunity like this without bringing my bestie along to share in the fun."
I looked at Hannah with a quizzical look and shook my head in confusion.
"How are we ever going to find a decent Halloween costume on the Saturday before the end of the month? All the costume stores will be sold out of the best stuff."
Hannah kicked off her shoes and lifted the covers, then scooched in excitedly next to me against the headboard.
"I've been searching online for some ideas. We don't have to wear anything too elaborate, and there’s no reason why we have to stick to a Halloween theme. Remember, this is a nude costume party. We already look pretty hot for a couple of girls nearing middle age. The less we wear, the better. Let's flaunt it while we’ve still got it!"
She pulled an iPad out of her purse and tapped the screen. A website opened showing a collection of sexy models wearing risqué costumes. She scrolled through the images, commenting on the various themes.
"Just look at some of these possibilities. We can play any role we like, wearing as much or as little as we please. Most of these costumes can be put together with a simple trip to Walmart and maybe a bit of needle and thread. Plus, we can easily remove one of two pieces from each outfit to reveal a bit more skin. The most important element is the headpiece. We just need something to conceal our identity and highlight our girly figures with a bit of flair."
Hannah paused at a picture of a sexy blonde wearing a Playboy bunny costume. She wore a tight corset and a rubber mask that covered the top half of her face with tall ears pointing up in the air.
"What about this one? You have to admit, it's pretty hot. You'd could even dispense with the bodice altogether and just keep the bunny tail on your naked ass. Imagine the looks you'd get prancing around his mansion in that costume!"
The images of sexy half-nude models wearing unusual masks reminded me of my encounter at the Fantasy Feast naked dinner party. Suddenly, I became mindful of the wetness that had begun building between my legs.
"Not bad," I said, shifting my weight uncomfortably off the wet spot on my sheets. "Show me some more."
Hannah flipped through a few more images and stopped at a picture of a sexy maid wearing a lacy dress, holding a feather duster in her hand. Her firm tits pressed against the flimsy fabric, creating an irresistible focal point from the sensuous shadows on her bosom.
"How about this?” she said. "You'd look stunning in this outfit. You'd be covering up just enough to drive every man and woman at that party absolutely crazy. And imagine all the fun you could have teasing the naked guests with your little duster!"
"Intriguing…" I said as I squeezed my thighs together, trying to quiet my burning clit.
The more images Hannah showed me, the more turned on I got. Whether it was from me imagining myself in the costumes or imagining myself playing with the guests dressed up in the provocative outfits, was unclear. Either way, the more my mind began to ponder the possibilities, the more excited I became about going to this event.
"The only problem is, it will be difficult to cover my face without looking unnatural in that outfit," I frowned. "Show me more costumes with masks."
Hannah refined her search by typing in the words sexy mask costumes and the screen refreshed showing a new set of models in racy outfits. Many of the themes revolved around superheroes, with the male models sporting Batman and Superman motifs and the female models wearing Wonder Woman and Batgirl-type costumes.
"Not very original," I frowned. "I bet there'll be a ton of superhero costumes among all those egotistical celebrities. I'm looking for something a little different."
Hannah paused for a moment, then tapped on her photo library pulling up an image of me wearing a business suit painted on my naked body.
"Remember that time you went to the nude bodypainting workshop? You're a graphic artist. You can be virtually anything you want and show off all you wish with a little bit of well-disguised paint. Whether it’s Catwoman, Black Widow, or Wonder Woman–all these characters wear is a mask and tight outfits to show off their beautiful physiques. You could even dress up like Mystique in the X-Men movie and wear absolutely nothing other than a full coat of body paint."
"Been there, done that," I said. "If I'm going to really enjoy myself, I want to wear something I've never worn before that will absolutely blow everyone away."
"You sure are a tough customer," Hannah said, shaking her head. "Let's try something a little different..."
She reopened her browser and typed in the words naked masquerade costumes. A gallery of Google images popped up with a collection of half-naked men and women.
"Now we're talking," I said, squirming on the bed as I scanned the toned bodies of the sexy models.
"Look at that one," Hannah said, pointing at the screen. "It's a picture of Rihanna at last year's Met Gala dressed as Nefertiti. With her sheer lace dress and silver headdress, it doesn't leave much to the imagination. A bit more makeup around the eyes, and you'd be able to mask your identity quite easily."
"That's pretty hot," I said, beginning to feel the sheets getting wetter and wetter between my legs. "She definitely looks fuckable. But it's been done before. I don't want to wear something half of these people will have already seen."
"Damn, girl, you're impossible! Remember, less is more. The idea is to show as much of our bodies as possible to attract the attention of all these beautiful people. You could get away with a simple mask, a painted emblem on your chest, and a shiny belt. Who really cares what you're wearing as long as you get the attention of the guests?"
"Humor me for a little longer," I said, squeezing Hannah's leg. "I'm starting to get a few ideas. I just need a bit more inspiration."
Hannah began flipping through the images more quickly until one picture suddenly caught my attention.
"Wait!" I said. "Go back a few frames. I saw something interesting..."
She scrolled back until an image of six men dressed in contrasting costumes popped up.
"That's the one," I said, scanning the image slowly.
"The Village People?" Hannah said. "That might be okay for a gay guy, but how could you possibly look sexy wearing any one of those cheesy costumes?"
My eyes darted back and forth between the sexy cowboy wearing chaps and the indian warrior wearing a feathered headdress and a skimpy loincloth. Suddenly I nodded as a mischievous smile formed on my face.
"What?" Hannah said. "What could you possibly be thinking?"
She glanced down at my breasts peeking above the covers, noticing my hardening nipples.
"Because I know gay dudes—even ones with hard bodies like these guys—don't do it for you. Where is your mind going with this idea?"
"I've decided what I'm going to wear," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "But I'm going to keep it a secret until we get to the party. It'll be all the more fun and surprising if I reveal it at the last second. But I promise you, it’ll be one-of-a-kind and extremely provocative."
Hannah's eyes darted across my face, trying to imagine what I had in mind.
"Now you've got me all excited thinking what you're going to do. Judging by your obvious state of arousal, your head is already at the party. Can I crawl under the covers with you and have some fun fantasizing which one of those costumes you're going to wear?"
"By all means," I said, disappearing under the covers with her. "Just imagine me as one of those hot dudes with his clothes off."
"Mmm," Hannah purred, slithering between my slippery thighs. "I'd rather imagine you as a hot chick with her clothes off."
"In a couple of days," I said, spreading my legs further apart and pulling her face into my steaming crotch. "You might be able to have it both ways."
