Invisible Man (Completed ) ✅

♥ Four ♥

"Oh, I love it!"  Oriana  squealed as she yanked the costume out of the garment bag.  Their costumes were identical except for the color.  Oriana 's was a dark wine color, while Lacey's was dark blue.  Each of the legs was slit at the thigh, and the veils were lined in silver sequins.  Oriana  wove her long dark hair up into coils of braids and pinned it under the headpiece.  Lacey brushed her dark hair until it shone, and used a fat curling iron to give it extra body.  She carefully put in her new contacts.

"Well?"  She said, turning around nervously.

"Wow!"  Oriana  said in awe.  "I almost don't recognize you."

They drove to Danny's house, and Lacey let them in the back door.  It was seven-thirty.  Lacey busied herself lighting candles and incense burners while Oriana  stared at the transformation of the room.

"Wow, Lacey.  This looks great.  Those tapestries look totally different on the wall then on my floor!"  She said, laughing.

Lacey fussed with a few more things, then stood by the door to wait for the real dancers.

"What do you mean, I can't drink any more?"  Donnie protested as the guys piled into  the limo Oriana surprised Donnie with .  "It's my fucking bachelor party, for God's sake!"

"Donnie, there is a very special surprise waiting for you back at my house.  I think you will want to be the least bit sober, at least at the beginning," Danny told him.  "I don't know what it is, but I know that after it starts, then you can drink."

"Fine," he grumbled, climbing in next to Joe.

When they arrived at Danny's, Danny went to the kitchen intercom and called down to the family room.  "Everything ready down there?"

"Five more minutes, please, Mr. Wood!"  Lacey replied, affecting a strange accent as Oriana  applied dark kohl eyeliner around Lacey's bright blue eyes.  She looked at Oriana  and gulped nervously.  What if she couldn't pull this off?

She looked around the room frantically, her eyes settling on the fully stocked bar.  She strode over, and quickly poured herself a Jim Beam and Coke.  Downing that, she quickly poured another, inhaling that as well, and then a third.

"Lacey?  What are you doing?"  Oriana  asked, knowing her friend rarely drank hard liquor.

"Preparing," she replied, eating a few strawberries to hide some of the liquor smell.

Oriana  shook her head and frowned, but was unable to reply as they heard footsteps on the stairs.  She adjusted her veil and looked at Lacey nervously.  One of the dancers went to the door from the upstairs, and opened it.  It had been decided beforehand that she would be the one to do all the talking.

"Welcome, gentlemen," she said in an  accent.  "Won't you please come in?"

Lacey watched Joe as he wove unsteadily on his feet, and plopped onto a cushion.  He was already quite drunk, but not too drunk to notice the scantily clad women in the room.  The other guys sat on cushions or stretched out on the floor.

"I welcome you to your private oasis.  The three of us are here to entertain you with dance," she pointed to herself and the two other dancers, "but these two new dancers will remain after we will gone to entertain you and serve you in any way you see fit."  She motioned to the friends.  "This is Scarlett, and this is Melissa ."

Oriana  glared at Lacey.  Couldn't she have picked a more secretive name?  They knew that Lacey's pen name was Lacey Scarlett!  Lacey didn't notice the dirty look.  Her eyes were fixed on Jordan.

One of the dancers pushed  next  on the player, and Ushers  Burb came on.  Lacey had picked this for the girls to dance to, because of the exotic sound of the song.  As the real dancers danced, Lacey and Oriana  went from man to man, pouring him wine and feeding him fruit.  Joe smiled up at Lacey as she fed him a bunch of grapes, his hand grazing her thigh where the henna mark was.  She shivered and moved on to tantalize Jordan with a handful of strawberries.  His eyes locked with hers, and she saw something strange in them.  A flicker of recognition, perhaps?  She quickly went and sat on Danny's lap, seductively peeling a banana and eating it.

The girls danced to a few more songs then changed the CD to a tape.  "It is time for us to leave you," the dancer said.  "You are in good hands with Scarlett and Melissa ."

"Definitely," Donnie said softly, his hand caressing the smoothness of Oriana 's arm.

The dancers packed up and left.  A loud snore startled everyone.  Mark  passed out in a corner.  The girls exchanged a look of amusement.

"I guess he was bored," Jon scoffed.

"Those dancers said you girls could entertain and serve us," Joe pointed out boldly.  "What exactly did they have in mind?"

Silently, Lacey pushed play on the tape player.  "Pony" started .  She pushed Jordan  back to recline on his cushion and ground her hips against his.  Dipping a strawberry in wine, she trailed it down into the cleavage of her top, then fed it to him.  He moaned and closed his eyes.  Jon's mouth dropped open.  She then crawled over to him on her hands and knees.  She climbed onto his lap and put her arms around him.  She took a long gulp from the bottle of wine, and transferred it to his mouth in a long kiss.

"Cmon and ride it my Pony " blared around them

Oriana  moved to kneel between Jordan and Donnie on the floor.  Moving in time to the music, she took turns kissing them.  She saw Danny get up and leave the room and smiled.  She knew that his girlfriend would freak if she heard he had been anywhere near even a semi-orgy.  She leaned back and looked at them, as if deciding which one was worth time.

"Me," Joe demanded.  "It's his bachelor's party.  He's getting married tomorrow, for fuck's sake.  Me."