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The invitation arrived via email on Tuesday. Beth initially refused to accept it, thinking it was another credit card offer. But just as the pretty young housewife was about to throw the envelope in the trash, something on the envelope caught her attention — there was no stamp on it. There was no return address on the expensive black envelope either; it was just a shiny black envelope with an embossed gold label that read: “Mr. and Mrs. Robert West.” . . .
Curious, Beth put down the second piece of mail, carefully opened the heavy flap and pulled out the heavy gold embossed card. She turned it over, looking for any hint of the sender’s acquaintance or identity, then slowly read the scrawled message:
“A close but unnamed acquaintance has recommended that you should receive this invitation to a very exclusive private party. The occasion cannot be discussed at this time… except to assure you that any concerns or objections you may have about the legitimacy of this greeting will be addressed. Again, any and all expectations you may have for this evening will be met. This invitation will be to a most intimate occasion for you as a couple to be held on the first day of May at 8:00 p.m. The code is semi-formal. Due to the exclusive nature of this invitation, please RSVP as soon as possible for further details. I welcome your company.
What a mystery, Beth thought. She flipped the card over several times, trying to find some clue to its origin, but found nothing. Finally she sighed and put the invitation aside, planning to discuss it with her husband when he got home from work.
Bob and Beth enjoy a typical upper-middle class lifestyle in the West suburbs. The couple, both in their thirties, are attractive and friendly. Beth enjoys her role as a stay-at-home housewife and mother of two beautiful daughters. Bob’s career as an investment advisor is just beginning. Although the family is not yet wealthy, they live comfortably in their beautiful, expensive home in a quiet neighborhood surrounded by many families with similar backgrounds.
Westerners tend to be sociable and friendly. But since the birth of their daughters, Bob and Beth have often stayed at home with their children – only occasionally out with a small group of friends . . .or a rare couple date. In fact, life has settled into a kind of vanilla-flavored routine without much change. Neither Beth or Bob really notice or even notice it. But, from time to time, the two have had some secret fleeting thoughts, and maybe it would be nice to make things a little more interesting.
The married couple’s relationship was normal and satisfying even in the bedroom. They had sex often – usually on weekends – and they were both devoted and affectionate to each other. The marriage never had any major problems or obstacles, so neither party had any reason to consider infidelity. Yet, if you asked Bob and Beth to be honest and direct, both would admit that something was missing in their lives – something that neither of them could really identify or explain.
“I don’t know what’s going on,” Bob said as he looked at the invitation that night. “Probably some sales or real estate trap…or maybe one of those Anley things. But, no postmark or return address, huh? That’s weird.”
“I know…” Beth agreed. “But it was in the mailbox with the other mail. Do you think someone hand-delivered it?”
“Maybe… I don’t know. What do you think? I think it wouldn’t hurt to at least call and see what the deal is. I’d like to know who it’s from.”
Beth had been thinking about the card all day. She would have thought for a moment that the invitation was legitimate. Honestly, the idea is exciting. It’s been a while since they’ve had a real party. They could have a beautiful, “unique” party, which might be just what the doctor ordered. “Sure, I can see what this is about too…” she finally said.
Bob dialed the number and was immediately answered by a deep male voice: “Yes…?”
“I’m Bob West…I found a party invitation in my mailbox, and…”
“Yes, of course, Mr West,” the voice broke in. “Thank you for your prompt reply. We sincerely hope there will be no quarrel between you and your wife that night. May I confirm your presence?”
“Delay!” Bob replied, a little annoyed. “I have a few questions. What is all this about? Who are you? How do you know my name? You should already know that we are not interested in any sales pitches or timeshare opportunities…”
“I assure you, Mr. West, these gatherings have nothing to do with sales or marketing. In fact, nothing is required of you other than your presence. Your company is all that we look forward to. We especially recommend it and invite you and your wife to this unique party and I am sure you will enjoy the evening immensely.
“Who are you and who recommended us?”
“I’m afraid the information is being kept confidential to protect the valuable privacy of our guests. All I can say is that this is someone you trust.”
“I don’t like surprises…” said Bob quickly. “It all seems a bit odd.”
“I understand your fears, Mr. West. Please understand that you have nothing to worry about. This will be a most enjoyable evening for both parties or for you… perhaps the most unique and interesting experience you have ever had.”
“Wait a minute…” Bob put his hand on the microphone and looked at his wife, who was listening carefully to what he was saying. “He said it was all legal and we would have a good time. But he didn’t say who he was or why we were chosen to go. I don’t know… what do you think?”
“It feels a little creepy… but it also feels weird, you know? I guess if it’s fake, we can always just let it go,” Beth said thoughtfully. “What do we have to lose?”
Bob thought about it for a moment, then opened the phone. “Yes, okay, we will contact you. But you better not show off. When will you be back?”
“On May Day at 8 p.m., may I congratulate you both on your decision. Drinks and dinner will be served, followed by entertainment. Please arrive on time. As the invitation indicates, the attire is semi-formal. Do you have anything you can take off? Location?”
“Yeah…wait a minute. Okay, go ahead.”
“The address is No. 1591 Peacock Road. Are you familiar with that area?”
Bob immediately recognized a very prosperous part of his community. Many of his acquaintances and clients lived there. “Okay, I know where that is.”
“OK. When you arrive you will be asked to enter your password. This is only to ensure confidentiality and to prevent any uninvited guests from entering. The password is “ROYAL”. Please do not disclose information – passwords or addresses – is this fully understood and agreed upon by anyone?
“Yeah… I think so,” Bob replied – a million thoughts were running through his mind. He was still skeptical.
“All right,” the voice said. “You will be glad to attend. You and your wife will have a wonderful experience. We look forward to your company again. Good evening.”
Bob and Beth discussed these strange events for quite some time. Bob was still quite sure that the whole thing was some kind of fraud. Although Beth was just as hesitant as her husband, she still allowed herself to privately contemplate the excitement of a grand night. It sounded fun and tempting, and she was already planning to buy a new dress.
Daily life began and the couple almost forgot about the party. Beth arranged for a babysitter and went out one day to buy a slinky cocktail dress and some accessories. When the day finally came, the young housewife spent money at a fancy spa and salon for a complete makeover. She felt refreshed and beautiful – her hair and makeup were perfect, and she was excited for the night ahead.
Bob did some half-hearted research about the party, trying to figure out who had sent the invitations or which friends had recommended them. But he drew a blank. No one knew about it, and he eventually accepted the fact that he would just have to find out what happened when he got there.
Later that night, Beth stood in front of the full-length mirror and got ready. She’d bought some new lingerie at Victoria’s Secret – a black satin thong and bra set – and admired her petite, slender body. Beth was a truly beautiful woman: 5 feet 4 inches tall, colored hair cut in a pretty boyish style, soft curls at the ends framing her pretty face. Finally, paired with her favorite antiques. Almost girlish, but her figure was attractive and feminine, her high, firm breasts held tight by a shiny bra, her stomach flat and tight, her natural olive skin glowing.
When Bob went into the bedroom after bathing, he couldn’t help but feel that he was a lucky man. He greedily admired his wife’s beautiful features as she dressed – staring at the tight, round curves of her ass as she slid her short black skirt up her hips. The dress was so short that her silky smooth legs were visible without the need for stockings. She looked up at him with a charming smile. “How do you like it?”
“Yeah… what’s new?”
“Oh…I just found some old clothes,” she laughed. “Not too expensive.”
“Right…” he said with a smile, well aware of his wife’s expensive taste. “Well, you’d look great at a Goodwill.”
“Sir… flattery will get you anywhere!” he smiled, completing his outfit with a sequined black bomber jacket.
After giving Nanny some final instructions, Bob and Beth set off to find the address. Soon they were driving through the lush landscape and manicured lawns of the city’s most exclusive areas. The further you went along Peacock Road, the higher the gates and walls and the bigger the impressive houses. Eventually they found the year 1591. The sun was setting as they passed through an imposing iron gate and entered a long paved driveway. They walked slowly through the estate’s vast grounds, which contained huge trees, a lawn the size of a football field, and nearly every imaginable flower, hedge, and shrub.
At the end of the driveway is a truly stunning house that almost looks like a hotel. The architecture is great. Outdoor spotlights cast a soft glow on the huge building, and a huge chandelier hangs within a huge archway at the entrance. There is a large fountain right in front of the house, with a circular gravel path around the fountain that leads to the parking lot. Several expensive cars were already parked there, and a uniformed parking attendant was waiting for Bob and Beth to park in front. “I’ve seen better…” Bob joked, but the couple couldn’t help but be impressed with the house.
After handing the keys to the courteous attendant, Bob and his wife walked down the long hallway to the huge front door. Before they could knock, the door opened and a handsome young man in a butler’s uniform stepped forward with a kind smile. “Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. ‘W’, could you please give me your password?”
Beth and Bob were surprised to discover that the stranger knew them . . .at least from their initial circumstances. Bob looked straight into the man’s deep blue eyes, as if studying him for a moment. “Royal,” he finally said firmly.
“Very well…thank you. Please follow me.” The man led them into the house and through a long, dimly lit corridor. Mr. and Mrs. West followed him, admiring the mansion’s many fine and expensive furnishings and decorations. Eventually they came to a large room that was obviously a library. Every wall, from floor to high ceiling, is filled with countless books, arranged neatly on tall oak bookshelves. Clusters of upholstered leather chairs and sofas are scattered throughout the center of the room for relaxing and reading. It is a very cozy and comfortable room.
Several couples were already mingling, chatting softly. A handful of waiters served cocktails and hors d’oeuvres. Bob quickly checked the crowd to see if he recognized anyone. All the guests seemed similar in age, they all seemed to be in their thirties, married, attractive and wealthy. There were three or four couples . . . Then Bob’s eyes suddenly fell on someone familiar; it was Dan, a stockbroker friend of his with whom he often played racquetball. Dan saw him too, smiled and waved.
But before Bob and Beth could reach their friends, the butler appeared before them with two more jewelry boxes. “A gift from the host. Please put these on and wear them throughout the evening. It is like an ID badge. One of the house rules requires guests to address each other not by name, but only by initials. For the sake of privacy, I trust you will respect this simple request.”
Then something strange and mysterious. Bob and Beth looked at each other confused as they opened the box. Inside was a gold medallion engraved with their initials: “B”. The elaborately crafted disc is attached to a ribbon and hung around the neck. Bob’s ribbon is purple and Beth’s ribbon is pink. They put on the pendants and walked toward Dan, whose name was “D” because his badge identified him.
“Welcome, welcome!” he said, laughing out loud. “I’m so glad you did. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.” Dee gave them both a warm hug. “You remember my wife, ‘M’…”
The couples greeted each other and hugged. “What’s going on?” Bob finally asked. “Whose house is this?”
“I’m afraid I can’t tell you, man…” Dee said, “but you and your wife are going to have a great time tonight. You have no idea how hard it is to even consider one of these things. I’m going to have to take some serious action.”
“I guess, thanks. But damn… I have so many questions. Who are these people?” Bob asked, “Why is everyone so protective of their privacy? I mean, just use people’s names.” Kinda weird.
“Trust me,” Dee said, smiling. “All your questions will be answered soon. In the meantime, relax and enjoy yourself. Meet the other guests. Pretty nice place, isn’t it? You have to admit it’s not what you were expecting.”
“We don’t know what’s going to happen…” Beth cried. “But I definitely agree with you. This place is amazing.”
“You haven’t seen it yet! Enjoy it… we’ll keep an eye on you.” Dee smiled, his wife winked at Bob, and the couple left to meet some of the other guests.
Bob watched them go, and secretly admired how Dan’s wife looked in her shiny gold dress. To be honest, Bob had always thought of Mandy as a “spectator”; she was taller than Beth, about five or seven years older, had long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, and she seemed to tease him whenever they talked. Em had a fantastic body, with big, plump breasts and a curvy ass that rose and fell seductively in her tight robe as she walked. Bob watched her go until Beth noticed where he was looking and playfully tapped his shoulder.
There were only two other couples in the room. Soon, Bob and Beth met the two for a brief meeting. “S” is a tall, burly handsome man who resembles a former football player. He was very strong from head to toe, and he held Bob’s hand tightly, then took Beth’s small hand in his large paw and kissed it gently, surprising Beth. His brown eyes stared deeply at her, and his smile was warm. Beth immediately liked his friendly, laid-back attitude, and she couldn’t stop staring at him when he introduced his wife, “T,” a lovely tall red-haired girl. Bob and T chatted for a few minutes while S turned his attention back to Beth.
“So, this is your first time here, huh? I’m glad you’re here,” Ace said softly, everything about him seemed to make Beth smile; she loved the soft brown lines around his eyes when he smiled. His sandy head of hair was a little gray at the edges, Beth thought, but that made him look more distinguished and attractive. He really is a good-looking man.
“Yeah, we’re still trying to figure out how we got here,” he replied. “It’s a bit of a mystery, isn’t it? Do you know the owner?”
Ace smiled happily. “I’m not sure any of us really know each other that well. We’ve been to one or two of these gatherings, but, like you said… it’s all very mysterious. That’s what makes it so exciting.
“I think, yeah, I think it’s quite exciting. I’m looking forward to finding out what else is going to happen,” Beth admitted.
“Me too…” Ace said softly, staring at her again, his eyes nearly making her knees weak.
The other couple is “J” and “V”, a black couple. Like everyone else at the party, they looked to be in their thirties and looked very exotic – almost exotic. Bob and Beth soon realized that this couple was also here for the first time – and they were just as confused as the Wests. J, the husband, is also very muscular and quite tall – about 6ft 5in. A beautiful dress.
About 30 minutes later, after the couple had a chance to introduce themselves and enjoy some delicious champagne and appetizers, a man who Beth and Bob had never met quietly walked into the library. He was tall, muscular, completely bald and wore the same uniform as the butler who greeted them at the door. The man walked into the middle of the group of villains and rang a small bell to get their attention.
“Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of my hosts, I would like to extend my warmest greetings to you and thank you for attending this gathering. My name is Mr. Kensington. I have been asked to represent the owner of the manor, who expresses his regret and deep regret for his actions. I am unable to meet you in person this evening, but, dear guests, while you are with us, I have been ordered to treat you with all courtesy and to attend to all your needs with the warmest greetings. And sincerely wish you an unforgettable evening.
Dinner will be served later in the restaurant next door. Then the ballroom arranges some special entertainment for you. But before that, I am going to share with you some additional information and instructions. As you enjoy dinner, please remember to honor the request to use only the initials on the medal when meeting and referring to each other. Thank you for your cooperation. Now, ladies and gentlemen, dinner is ready. .”.
