SEX PARTY (Erotic Short Story )

WHITE DRESS

Alexandra! where the fuck are you? I heard Sam screaming from the living room. It's getting late and you're not even dressed. Hurry up!

Sam, I am getting dressed, take it easy. It's just a party.

Ale, it's more than a party. It's THE party. It's for people like us.

What do you mean by people like us? young and horny?

You know what I mean Alexandra, put the damn dress on and let's go. Oh! and wear those high heels that make you look like an expensive hooker; I guarantee that if you wear them u'll get a man tonight.

I laughed really hard when I heard Sam saying that, cause, I do look like an expensive hooker and I kind of like the feeling. Too bad that I can not live like one of them because I have a reputation to take care of.

After forty-five minutes I was ready to leave and Sam had started to get drunk with half bottle of Bacardi Carta Blanca I had in the fridge. There was something really funny about him, every time he got an ounce of alcohol in his system his masculinity started to leave his body. It happened gradually and it was like seeing a caterpillar become a butterfly. His voice started to get softer and his gestures turned feminine, even his smile was more alluring. It was a whole transformation and I could see it first hand. It was a fucking freak show and I loved it.

Come on! Leave the bottle and move your ass, Raul is waiting to take us to the party.

Are we going in the limo?

Of course we are, Sam. Come on, move your ass bitch, it's getting late.

That's what I said an hour ago and you said nothing, now the time matters! But, whatever, you're the boss. I follow your orders majesty.

Don't be a pussy Sam and move! Hurry up, I gotta find a man before midnight!

What are you Alexandra, the whore version of Cinderella? 

hahaha, more than a prince I am looking for a fuckboy. But, yes we are kind of alike now that I think about it. 

We got in the limo at 10.00pm and got there an hour later, by that time Sam was fully drunk and every remain of his fake masculinity was gone. Me, on the other side was kind of excited to meet new people, specially, men.

I was wearing my white naughty dress, tight fitting with a low V neck that made my boobs looks firm and bigger than how they really are, and my neck long as fuck. My hair was loose and my make up on fleek. My heels  made me feel like I am a boss bitch and also like a hooker, but, a fine one I must say. I was ready to have a good time that night, I was beautiful, confident and also dirty rich. What else could I ask for?

A few minutes later we finally got to the party and Sam got out of the car really fast and left me behind so I tried to get out of the car too. To my disgrace I hadn't walked enough with my hooker heels so I wasn't used to them, and I fell really hard on my knees. My dress did not cooperate with me either and one of my boobs looked for an exit too early that night. And just like Sam's masculinity, my confidence was gone for the night. To make it even better, the floor had textured tiles and I got my knee hurt, it started bleeding. What else can go wrong?! I said to myself, And, then I saw him.

There he was, in front of me, he was 1m and 96cm tall, an athletic well proportioned and developed body, light brown skin, a soft but confident look and a trimmed and clean beard, he was dressed in a black suit and was wearing an earing with a silver cross hanging on the left ear, he was so damn attractive that I couldn't stop looking at him...

Alexandra, are you ok? Let me help you.

I covered my boob with my left hand as soon as reality hit me.

Yes, I'm fine. No, I mean no, I think I am bleeding and I had a problem with my dress. This is really embarrassing; do you have something I can use to cover myself up?

He took off his jacket and gave it to me without giving it a second thought so I covered myself up and tried to get back on my feet but my knee really hurt and he noticed it.

I'll carry you to my bedroom, I have an emergency kit and I can sew you, I'm sure you'll need stitches.

Well. Let's go then I said and he took me in his arms like if I was a feather. I felt a little stupid when I realized I was bleeding and with one boob out of my dress but I was also excited. I just thought to myself that this is how porn movies start, and not the good ones I am talking about the cheap ones, but.. a porn movie with this man would make this night so much better.

The house was so fucking big that I had a lot of time to think shit while being carried. He didn't look tired at all, he just kept walking and looking at me so I smiled at him and asked: what's your name?

You sure you don't know my name?

I am sure.

My name is Xavier, good to know you Alexandra, I am the host of the party and I can also be your man tonight.