“The Hotel California” Part-5 Continues….
Dinner was at seven, the “Lingerie Ball”, at nine. I had just stepped out of the shower when Maya came into the bathroom to finish getting ready. She held what appeared to be some sort of personal invitation in her hand.
“What’s that?”
She opened it reading. And then smiling. “It would seem we’ve been given a special invitation to dine tonight with Lucas, Charlie, Jacob…and someone named Jose Anderson the third.”
I looked at her in disbelief. Not for being invited to sit with them at their table, but that I recognized the name. Truly, this couldn’t be the same person I was thinking of. The Jose Anderson I knew and had read about, was a State Senator. I started toweling off, figuring we’d find out soon enough, though if it was him that was actually here,
I was more than a bit surprised at his willingness to even be here. Though I also knew he wasn’t currently married, so even if he was, there wasn’t much that I figured anyone could try and use against him. As powerful a man as he was, I know I sure as hell wouldn’t want to be the one to take him on.
“Hey, thought you were wearing that black outfit you showed me?” I asked as Maya began slipping into a rather nasty looking red camisole that hugged her tits quite nicely, especially the way her hard nipples were already pressing against the tight thin material as she pulled it down over her charms. All she put on besides that was a matching garter and sheer stockings, no panties, officially meeting the only real criteria as being “accessible” during the ball.
“Changed my mind,” she said simply, though I didn’t mind at all seeing her dressed in red instead. I honestly liked this look better than I think I’d have liked her in the black negligee she’d brought along. It might not have been quite as revealing upstairs…but the way those tits of hers looked through the red tight top she had on, was even more sexy and alluring.
I put on my simple black tie, and we were all ready to go.
**
A few minutes later we had entered the Ball Room – Dining area and immediately spotted Lucas and Charlie sitting up on stage which was obviously one of the head tables sharing a cocktail together. Neither Jacob, nor “Jose” was present, but it was early yet. Like the girls, Maya and I had come early as well in order to sit and have a few cocktails before dinner actually got started. Seeing us the moment we came in, they immediately waved us over to join them.
As they both stood in greeting, I couldn’t help notice, and drool slightly over the way they both looked. Like Maya, Lucas too looked hot as hell, her attire a bit unusual perhaps, wearing a black bow tie, much like mine, though she also had one what appeared to be a white satin bra, with nipple cut-outs, her gorgeous tits poking through, though that wasn’t the only thing that was either. She wore bright red crotch less panties, and though her cock wasn’t exactly hard, it was thickly firm, hanging down almost invitingly between her legs.
Charlie was dressed somewhat similarly, a red bow tie, though she wore no bra. Her tits were bound however, already looking a bit swollen, almost purple with some sort of red sash binding them together, which looked provocative as hell. Though much like Maya had worn, Charlie too wore white garters and stockings, her own smaller cock, was just barely concealed behind what appeared to be a matching white thong. We ordered drinks and then turned our attention back to the throng of people slowly moving in and finding their seats.
As they did, I began to notice something, that up until now, hadn’t really dawned on me, nor had I actually questioned it, especially when I looked over and saw that Darcy and Jolene had just come walking in. Both girls were completely naked, though all either had on, or was wearing was a white bow tie. As I began glancing about, I noticed that a great deal of men, and some few women wore black lingerie, or ties, a larger majority wearing red, both men and women, and then like with Darcy and Jolene only white, though those numbers seemed far fewer in appearance.
“Ok, obviously…I missed something,” I commented looking over at the girls and my wife and then nodded back over to where Darcy and Jolene were sitting down as an obvious gay couple came over to join them, the guys likewise just wearing white bow ties and nothing else.
“You must have,” Lucas quipped, chuckling. “Frankly, I was surprised to see you wearing a black bow tie, and not a red one at this point.”
I looked over at my wife. She just shook her head both smiling and frowning at me. “If you’d have read through everything, you’d have known what that means,” she said, shaking her head once again. “And actually I was sort of wondering the same thing myself, but decided it was up to you what color you personally chose to wear.”
It didn’t take being a rocket scientist to figure things out after that, though Lucas quickly explained things to me anyway.
“It makes things a lot easier for everyone, especially during the actual ball,” she began. “Obviously, those who are wearing only white, are letting you know they prefer ‘intimate’ sex as we call it, only with members of their same sex. And black of course, just the opposite. Strictly heterosexual as it were.” She again purposely glanced towards the black tie I had on, frowning. “And red of course…means you’re cool either way. But since you are wearing black tonight, does that mean…?”
Once again Maya laughed. “I did in fact buy you a red bow tie as well, it’s back in the room if you’d like me to go and get it,” she giggled. “Just wasn’t sure if you’d be in the frame of mind to actually wear that particular color just yet.”
I had also noticed that most of the staff, like Lucas and Charlie, seemed to be wearing all three colors, and though I wasn’t sure of any real significance of that, knowing these two so well already, it seemed rather obvious even then.
“I think I’ll stick with the black tie for now, no rules about crossing over any lines later now is there? Just because I started out wearing black?”
“No,” Charlie chuckled as well. “In fact, you’d be surprised at the number of people wearing black now, who come back wearing only red the next time they come here to stay with us. I am sure that by the end of the evening, color, regardless…won’t be much of an issue either way, as I’m sure you’ll soon see. And like the rules state to begin with, once out on the floor, everyone is free to touch anyone, regardless of what color they have on.
The only thing we honor, along with anyone else…is the intimate rule. No intercourse, or oral with anyone that you’re simply not interested in being with according to the colors you’re wearing. Everyone here respects and honors that. But again, regardless of anyone’s sexual orientation, fondling, a bit of groping and caressing, that sort of thing is perfectly acceptable and clearly defined in the terms of the evening’s event.”
“And besides, once the ‘ball’ actually starts, and with everyone out there on the crowded dance floor, you’ll find it’s almost impossible not to run around bumping and groping everyone else out there anyway,” Lucas added to that.
“So black for now then,” I said sitting back comfortably sipping on my cocktail, figuring that I wouldn’t be at all surprised to see Jacob wearing a red bow tie, though I was also now wondering. If Jose was “the” Jose, what color would he then have on?” I was indeed curious to find out.
**
As part of the evening’s entertainment during the dinner hour, the resort had their own version of the “Blue Men Crew,” as they were called. Four guys that I would later find out, painted in blue as opposed to wearing any sort of costumes, and each one purportedly with nothing less than at least a nine inch cock, which they ran around through the audience, performing with much to the delight of everyone, based on some of the special tricks they enjoyed performing with those enormous sized cocks of there.
The group’s leader in fact, actually sporting one that Lucas claimed she had herself personally measured the last time they had come here and performed, tells us that his prick in fact measured fourteen inches! Though she candidly added to that, it didn’t get any bigger than that either, nor really very hard, which I guess in a way was somewhat understandable. Having a prick that big, even somewhat flaccid, would take some real doing to get much blood flowing constantly into a monster like that. I had read somewhere where guys who were actually that big, seemed to experience that particular difficulty.
So I for one, though certainly not below average in size, was perfectly happy with the equipment I’d been blessed with. Not to mention the fact that so far, Maya had never complained, nor had anyone else for that matter. If anything, stamina, and my ability to experience several orgasms during the course of an evening, actually put me a little above par as far as that went.