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The Masquerade. Part 1: Night of the Witches

Ah, student time — a carefree time in the intersession period. How not at this time to feel the fullness of freedom, when you are out from under the parental wing and before you opened a wonderful world of entertainment and freedom of action... During this period, young people and girls make their first efforts in many aspects of life. In addition to the beautiful feeling of freedom still accompanied by youth, the body can endure tremendous tests, such as sitting for studies until five in the morning and pouring alcoholic beverages inside, about the same time limit. Financial capacity is the only thing that restrains and clips the wings of young conquerors. Someone has enough scholarship or parents' help (if it is such), but the result is often the same — after the first or second year of the young discoverer(s) / conqueror(s) for lack of necessary funding are looking for ways to work part-time... It is this factor that, in this story, will be the impetus for the events that follow.

Having passed successfully (with a bitter half) on the second course, I irrevocably decided to find a part-time job to satisfy their momentary whims: "a la want delivery" and to reduce the burden on the parental budget. Fate has already pushed me into such popular professions: loader/merchandiser, promoter, and the funniest thing to — sales consultant. I did not grow up but at the beginning of a career in the profession, I did not grow up because of the need to be in the workplace full-time. Despite my efforts, the amount I needed was not collected (really, I wonder why). All because a young man is not particularly willing to pay for his efforts, it is easier to count or not to pay because legally, as a rule, these vacancies of the contract are not provided. Well, it's time to turn for help to colleagues, namely classmates and fellow students. I was a little surprised by the fact that most were in about the same situation as me...

So, on a rainy fall day, after the pairs, I wandered to the exit from the walls of my native institution. I was called by the voice of my classmate John, with whom we sometimes went to the gym.

"Dan, hey! Hold on!"

Turning toward the source of the sound, I waited until he got closer to say hello. And it turned out that my comrade was not alone but accompanied by a lady, namely, our classmate Anna, a short girl with a relatively slender figure, but not particularly prominent breasts and heels, but an adorable face...

"Hi, John" I extended my hand to my classmate and nodded my head to the girl.

Having exchanged greetings, John asked:

"Are you finished with today's pairs?" Then let's go sit in a cafeteria. The theme is to make money quickly and decently.

"I won't sell a kidney," I grinned. "I'm allergic to it—and I have fewer organs in my body."

Anna and John chuckled.

"Everything seems safe, at least that's what Anna says." He smiled and looked at Anna, who said she only confirmed his words and smiled sweetly (if I had known in those years that a nice smile on an equally lovely face was not a guarantee in the last instance).

"Then let's go discuss this venture," I concluded.

The three of us went to a quiet cafeteria, oriented by prices, just for students. After taking a table and ordering food, we discussed our studies and free time (weekends, which were sometimes very hectic). When I tried to ask a question about an upcoming case, which, according to John, was supposed to bring us money, Anna explained:

"It is better to discuss such things on a full stomach and slightly elevated mood."

Indeed, it is better to make such decisions on a sober head (but we decided otherwise). But even when the order was brought, we still needed to touch on earning money, and we talked about daily worries. After another half an hour, Anna got her act together and said:

"Guys, about the proposal. I don't want to persuade you because the idea is unusual, but I'll tell you it will pay well."

"Um, escort for grandmothers?" chuckled John, interrupted the storyteller, who chuckled and continued...

"Not really, uh."

"Not exactly an escort?" I picked up on that.

"Not really for grandmothers. Simply put, you need to work as an attendant at an event, which will be something like a costume party. I can tell you the details elsewhere; they will be precise, and I prefer to discuss them elsewhere. So, if you're willing to listen to a follow-up proposal, we can stop by one of our homes and discuss it. How about you?"

"Well, generally speaking, if it's for one, why not? And what will be included in the duties?" John asked, and I just nodded in support of the question.

"I'd rather tell you about the duties in a more private place. By the way, I live two stops away. So, if you are ready to continue and the sphere of service personnel does not scare you, I invite you to my place for tea."

"It is clear that nothing is clear," I sigh. Still, there is an opportunity to spend one evening night and get a reasonable sum. In that case, it is wise to take advantage of it.

"Yes, let's go to your place, Anna" John got up and started packing.

After paying the bill we left the cafe. We headed towards Anna's house, who kept a secret about the upcoming work, trying to translate the topic.

Anna lived on the 8th floor of a 16-story building; the apartments were considered quite premium, so the thought of how a student could have so much money to rent an apartment in such a building very quickly visited me. According to her, her scholarship is small, her parents don't give her much money either, and she doesn't have a boyfriend. When we went into the two-bedroom with quality repair, John involuntarily asked a question:

"And how much do these houses cost?"

Our eyes doubled at the announced sum.

"And where do you find so much per month?" John did not persist.

"Exactly for the job I'd like to offer you. The pay is very good at events like this, and I get bonuses for my efforts. I work two or three times a month, and besides renting an apartment, I have enough for many things."

"What is the point?" I asked insistently.

"I'll tell you. Now I'll change, put the kettle on, and over tea, I'll tell you everything." Anna went to the bathroom and asked us to wait in the room.

John and I settled down in the hall and used the TV with the landlady's permission. While we were waiting for Anna, we discussed the situation. We concluded that something was wrong here because it was unlikely that they would pay so much money just for being a waitress, so they would pay either for silence or additional services or for everything together. Anna came to us in fifteen minutes, rolling a coffee table on which stood a teapot, cups and a basket of cookies; she changed into short home-wide shorts and a topless top; her feet were decorated with giant plush slippers. The girl poured us tea, plumped on the sofa and began her story at once.

"Guys, I'll tell you straight. What I'm going to tell you now; if you refuse, it's better to keep it between us like I didn't say anything and you didn't hear anything, okay?"

"Well, let's just say" John confirmed it.

"Okay, now I'll update you on these vacancies. Vacancies in party service include not only the role of a waiter or doorman; you will have to be a direct participant in the party. If a guest asks you to give her a foot massage, you have no right to refuse. Otherwise, there are two options: either you just end up out the door, or the guests decide to teach you some manners and believe me, it's better to end up out the door."

John and I coughed.

"What?"

"Listen to this, then you can comment on it. The essence of these parties is a kind of orgy only with the theme of female domination, where powerful ladies satisfy their sexual deviations. If you can, your job is just to serve the food and drinks and keep a low profile. If everything goes okay, you have an average monthly paycheck in the morning. If it so happens that you look at someone, then immediately indicate your taboos; according to the rules of your taboos, they will be applied to your body; if you formulate them correctly, you will get off with little blood. Yes, one more rule of parties: all guys must be naked and in collars. For those under 25, there is one more accessory, but more on that later. If you agree, I can give you contracts with your rights and responsibilities."

We sat there and freaked out, not so much from the proposal but more from the fact that this plot for a porn movie was happening in real life. Admittedly, the proposal excited me, but I was in a moral dilemma about whether to stay a proud and unruly poor student. Artyom was also concerned about this question, and I realized he was expecting slightly different mysteries.

"If you're worried about confidentiality, it's complete, no one will talk about it."

"Ah...," John began, "Anna, I have two questions: one—why us, and two—suppose we agree, but I have no idea how to behave there and what to expect from such a mess."

I was just trying to formulate my question from the flow of thoughts in my head. After all, in fact, we were offered to work as prostitutes, albeit for good money.

"You?" asked Anna rhetorically. "Well, you need a part-time job with good money, then you look very well suited, young with good physical data why not, and then you are not the only one you refuse - there will be others, just you, I know and offer a chance to earn money as good acquaintances. And about the order of behaviour at the party, I will explain everything in detail, and if necessary even arrange a small training. Dan, what are your thoughts?" Anna turned to me, and John looked at me.

"Uhm, well, the proposal, of course, is discouraging, so it is difficult to agree without thinking. And again, a lot of questions: where to go, what to do and to whom, and then it means that we have to run naked and serve all the women and girls, and not only bring and serve but also as something to satisfy them. I don't want to wrinkle the feet of some old fat lady with a puffy purse."

John chuckled but supported me.

"I'll reassure you about the old; there won't be any ladies over forty, as they hang out as a rule at other and larger events. As for your duties, I assure you you will not be forced to do so, but the fee will be appropriate. Anna held herself confidently; her pretty face and beautiful legs, which I often looked at, bribed and caused a storm of emotion in the groin area. - In general, do you have time to think until tomorrow evening? If so, I'll wait for you at 18:00 tomorrow; if not, I won't offer it to you, and we will just drink tea and forget about everything that happened here."

We nodded back. After finishing our tea, we left our classmate's apartment. We were initially silent as we walked through the dark streets toward home, but John couldn't stand it and asked me.

"What do you think, Dan? Is it worth it?"

"Yeah, I don't know, I don't really want to work as a prostitute, but on the other hand, besides the money, it can be a bright adventure..."

"Look, it's just one night. And then if it's a total failure, we'll just say no and get kicked out the door at most. I don't think Anna's trying to screw us over. And you're right, it's like an adventure to something forbidden."

"And what is the holiday with the masquerade?" I asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, most likely, some kind of Halloween, next week on Saturday, November 1. But I must understand the point of celebrating it; we have that..."

"Are we going home, or will we get something and think about it?"

"Hmm, only if it's on you."

I shuddered, counted the remaining on the card and nodded approvingly.

"Yes, with our finances to refuse..."

Next, we went into the store to John's place, where we spent the evening drinking beer and discussing the "business proposal."

The morning greeted us with a small headache, but it was a day off. After lying on the couch until lunch watching stuff on the Internet, it was time to make a decision. If we agreed, we had to clean ourselves up and head to Anna's. It's funny that after the drink, I was only thinking about her legs in those shorts.

"Okay, Tom, what do we decide to go or not?"

The comrade sighed heavily, and it was evident that Friday night rattled him a little.

"I decided to go, but I must lift myself off the couch. If you say no, I'll go anyway." He lazily got up and went to the bathroom.

"You can't leave a friend behind," I said in his wake.

In two hours, we made ourselves presentable and moved towards Anna's house.

We arrived at the door of our classmate's house at 5:30 pm. For a long time, we did not dare to call the intercom. Having overpowered myself, I dialled the number, and the ringing sounded. After about 20 seconds, we heard Anna's voice.

"Yes?"

"Hi, Anna, it's Dan and John."

"Hi, you're early," her voice was playful. "Come in."

The lock opened, and minutes later, we were already standing near the apartment door, having rung the bell, waiting for the door to open. The approaching clatter of heels against the door made us realize that she was ready for our visit. She was wearing a black skirt just above the knee with elements of leather inserts, a corset emphasizing her slender figure, and a bodice covering her breasts. White shoulders with soft skin were open, her black hair fell on them, and black stockings and cute shoes with pointy noses were on her legs. We just opened our mouths, and a strong pulse of blood rushed through my pants.

"I thought you'd come running in the morning," Anna smiled. "Well, come in."

We hardly took our eyes off Anna and went into the apartment. We took off our shoes and went into the room, where we settled down on the sofa. John and I just looked at each other and swallowed saliva. After us, Anna came in and sat opposite us in the armchair with her leg over her leg. Her skirt slipped down a little, giving us a view of her legs in stockings, which were apparently attached to a belt.

"Why did you wait for us earlier?" I asked.

"Hmm, because young guys, as a rule, either immediately agree or already the morning stand at the door", grinned Anna. "So I'm even a little surprised at your stamina. Okay," she reached for two sets of papers with four sheets and, taking them from the nightstand, handed them to us. "Familiarize yourself, and if everything is okay, you can sign. And the last two sheets keep only instructions and rules; we will familiarize ourselves with them today and practice a little."

The first two sheets had the usual service agreement. Still, the last two contained a whole set of rules of behaviour for John and me, covering everything from appearance to proper treatment of all the event participants.

Part one. Appearance and rules of behaviour for young people:

By default, you must remain undressed, though a collar and mask are permitted. Excessive body hair is not allowed (head hair is acceptable). A chastity belt must be worn for young men under 25 years of age and can only be removed with the Lady's permission. The rest of the attire for young men may be adjusted by the Upper Lady according to the event's etiquette. A young man may walk only when carrying trays of drinks or treats; otherwise, he must kneel before the Lady when serving. All girls, including those of lower status, must be addressed with the formal "Ms." If a lower-status girl who is also in service requests your assistance, you are not permitted to refuse. Violating this rule allows the girl to choose the appropriate punishment based on the offence, including possible loss of tips.

Taboos. All your taboos are taken into account and they will be put on your buttocks, so when the girl addresses you about your restrictions, you need to get on all fours and demonstrate all your wishes.

Next came a list of practices that I will not list.

This reading and the sight of Anna made my pants feel tight. And I wasn't the only one, judging by how John squirmed Anna while we read.

While we were reading, Anna hung out on her phone, occasionally looking at us, smiling and showing off her appetizing legs.

"I see," I concluded, swallowing saliva in my parched voice," What's the chastity belt for?

John just kept silent, struggling with excitement.

"Just as a rule, guys under 25 years old have poor control over their erections, and without permission, erection is forbidden, and then suddenly pass out early" Anna smiled slyly and looked at the bumps on our jeans.

I signed the contract and gave it to Anna, who put it in a folder, followed by John's signed contract. She stood up and playfully added:

"I need nude photos of you, preferably on your knees, and I'll send them to my boss so she can approve you. Come on, boys, you'll be out all night in a week."

I took off all my clothes and knelt on my knees; Anna smiled, John repeated after me, and everything would have been fine, but our cocks stood erect, we even tried to cover them up, but Anna asked us to put our hands behind our backs, which we obediently did, a few clicks of the camera in the phone and our pictures flew away.

"Well done, boys. Now, since you are almost submissive, let's have an introductory training." Anna put her foot forward. "One by one, on all fours, crawl up and kiss the nose of the shoe. It is a necessary sign of attention, a greeting, and gratitude."

I got on all fours, crawled up to Anna's foot, and kissed the toe of the shoe.

I leaned down and touched the sharp tip of her shoe with my lips, trembling with excitement. She praised me approvingly and told me to sit beside her feet, which I did. John crawled up next, performed the same ceremony, and sat on the other side at Anna's command.

"Not bad, boys," she looked at us and concluded with a frown. "But it is necessary to tidy you up. I will give you a hair remover. It is necessary to remove it completely from your bodies, except for the head."

Anna went into the bathtub waving her finger behind her, we stood up and started to move, but we were shouted down by waving our fingers.

"On all fours, boys."

And stooped down and followed her. When we crawled into the bathtub, we stopped standing on all fours. Anna rummaged through the bathroom cabinet and pulled out a tube of cream.

"Okay, John, get in the tub and stand up."

When John was already standing in the bathtub, AnnA applied the cream to all the areas of active hair growth.

"Stay like that for five minutes, then wash it off. If it starts to burn, don't be silent; tell me. We'll wash it off right away."

Fifteen minutes later, my friend was completely hairless, and my turn followed. Anna did everything quickly and skillfully. When the procedure was done, we were invited into a room, where we obediently sat on our knees, massaging Anna's legs while she explained what to do and found out what we were agreeing to.

"So, foot fetish plus, how do you feel about flogging?"

"I haven't tried it, I can't say," I replied.

"Okay, on the plus side, they'll not flog you much, or if they'll flog you at all."

"Ballbusting?" asked Anna, putting her pen to her lips and looking at us.

"What's that?" John asked.

"A kick in the balls."

"I doubt it."

"So minus, what about you, Dan?"

"Unless it's too much."

Anna put a plus.

"Strapon?"

"Definitely not," I answered.

John was silent and looked meaningfully at Anna, and she smiled back... There were many more questions about bondage, pet play and other practices...

"Okay, boys, do you know how to do cunnilingus or anilingus?"

"I've tried cunny once or twice, but so probably pretty mediocre at it," John answered.

"And I only once, which was long ago."

"I see, untrained boys."

Anna stood up and looked down at us, and ran her foot on our cod-standing cocks.

"Don't cum just now."

She pulled up her skirt and showed her black lace thong. It was hard to contain herself; she twisted around, showing off her white ass.

"Dan, kiss me on my pubes and you, John, on my butt, then carefully remove my panties."

Holding my breath, I approached Anna's pubes; she could see how I trembled when my lips touched her underwear, which covered her pussy. John, on the other hand, was more daring and kissed her buttocks. With trembling hands, I took hold of the edges of her panties, and John did the same. Slowly, we began to pull them down. A smooth, neat pussy with plump lips opened in front of me. Anna sighed heavily, biting her lip.

"Smell my pussy."

Having approached, I inhaled the aroma of aroused girl, and at her command, I ran my tongue along the pussy, from which she raised her head upwards.

"Yeah, lick me, she pressed her hand down."

While I was licking and sucking Anna's lips and clit, John was assaulting her tighter and tighter hole with his tongue. Anna moaned from the double caresses and rubbed her holes against our tongues. After catching her breath, she ordered us to switch. It was more difficult with her ass; my tongue was getting tired of resting in the tight ring. After about fifteen minutes of our efforts, Anna, breathing quickly and deeply, cummed, pressing us against her charms. Pushing us away, she plumped down on the chair.

"Not bad for the first time, but you need to practice; you'll probably have a lot of work to do." Saying this, she playfully kicked our protruding cocks. "So I'll rest and order dinner, and you set the table and don't get dressed; the training isn't over yet."

While we were fussing about getting the dishes and dragging the table into the hall, watching us naked with our dicks sticking out, she sat on the chair with her legs spread wide, showing her pussy. She was looking at her phone, which had a text message.

"Boys, you've been approved. It's okay. Next Saturday, you have a long night. Mistress Johanna has big plans for you, so you must prepare."

John and I looked at each other. Something unusual was waiting for us...