Costume Party
 

    It was THE Costume Party, THE Party of the Year, only the most exclusive party imaginable, a social girls dream come true. The music was dramatic, matching every beat of Shelly's heart, not loud, not soft, just the kind that keeps one's nerves on edge, the kind that makes ones blood boil. Only the Rich and Ruling were here, without influence you simply didn't get in. And Shelly was here. She traded her invitation for a number, almost without any cognition. The number was literally drawn from a hat as she entered the great hall, not that she had paid any real attention to it. Her emotions were on edge, only heightened by the music, she was not born rich, and it had taken every ounce of influence she had to obtain an invitation, she wasn't sure whether to be scared to death or exhilarated; actually a little of both was probably closer to reality, as this was definitely the pentangle of her life. What if she blew it, what if her costume was too simple, what if no one liked her, her head was amidst with too many fears? Numb with anticipation and tingling with fear Shelly walked into the Ball amongst all the elegantly costumed people. Everyone she could ever dream of meeting, all of her life, they were here, or so she knew from the guest list.
    Number twenty three, someone called cheerfully from somewhere up near the refreshment table. Cautiously Shelly looked to the crumpled piece of paper in her hand, the piece of paper she had paid so little attention to only moments ago, number twenty-three it read. What did this mean? Had she won something, no this was no cheap party where they gave out door prizes to get people to come, no that just simply couldn't be it. Number twenty three the voice called again, don't be shy now. Shelly saw who was calling, but still did not yet respond. It was a well figured woman, gracefully standing there in her shimmering silver dress, hiding behind her silver mask, hidden, all but her smile, a smile that sent shivers down your spine. It was a knowing smile, triumphant, and dangerous. What did people who had done everything do at these parties, what would they expect of her? Maybe it was to be an impromptu speech, but how would that be entertaining? No that was it some how she would be expected to entertain them, possibly, a joke, a gag of some type with her probably the center of it; something probably humiliating, but with the mask no one other than the victim would truly know who she was, harmless fun. She? But, it dawned on Shelly, too late as she had already begun to step forward, her number having been called out again. To entertain might be fun, but having second thoughts, to be the entertainment really might not be so fun, jokes could definitely get too easily out of hand. Shelly now realized the woman had pulled numbers from THAT hat, That same hat Shelly had paid so little attention to when she first entered, THE hat that only young women were given numbers from.
    Number twenty three, come out, come out wherever you are. But it was too late, Shelly had already taken the fatal first step, already heads had begun to turn to her. Soon the floor around her was empty, Shelly stepped to the middle of the Great Hall, alone, surrounded in a wall of people, as a spot light took notice of her. The tempo of the music picked up eerily still matching Shelly's heart beat. What was she to do, what was she doing? But then as if she had been summoned, her caller reappeared in front of her, literally out of nowhere, still wearing that same eerie grin. Oo, your such a lucky girl number twenty three, you can't know how much I..., we all, envy you. The sincerity in her voice rang true, but her smile still told a completely different story. The girl circled her as if to appraise her, to judge her, looking her full up and down, as if she was trying to see right into her soul. Yes this was fear, and Shelly stood frozen not knowing what to think, what was expected of her, she stood while all eyes silently, anticipatingly, watched, watched as this woman circled her. How many times have you been here number twenty three, how many times have you wished this could be you, or is this your first time, are you some one totally new, someone totally unaware of what is about to happen? Don't answer me, Shelly almost did, we don't want to give the boys anymore clues then the game allows. And with that the woman stepped again behind her, and as quickly unzipped Shelly's gown. Shelly froze, as if she hadn't been petrified already. She was lost, and caught completely off guard, her gown being unzipped from her, already being pushed down the length of her arms, over her bossism, before briefly drifting over her waist to fall away around her feet. It was almost in slow motion as stars began to explode in her head, but yet it happened much too fast for Shelly to grasp what was happening before it was too late. Shelly had worn little more than bra and panties, having no need for a corset that would have been typical of this costume, only a shear petticoat and hoops to help keep her skirt fluffed. At least her underwear had been conservative, as to have been caught with any less, could have only been more embarrassing. Her petticoat was next as it quickly unlaced and joined her dress around her feet. Still Shelly stood petrified from the shock, as she could only look into the masks of all the influential people surrounding her, wandering whose faces hid behind them, who was watching her, watching this little blond with an oversized chest, watching as her fears were answered one devastating blow after another. She stood watching them as she felt their eyes blazing her indecent flesh, watching as the woman's hands slid under her breasts to unfasten the front of Shelly's bra, as if enough flesh was not already bare. It was indeed a large bra, as Shelly had always had to wear large bras, not just because of the ampelty of her breasts, she had always hated that she could never wear low cut dresses, or the little bikinis, as men loved cleavage and the show of lots of flesh, which she certainly had plenty of. But now as her bra fell from her naked breasts, they were all seeing what and why she never could show that precious flesh. Her nipples were huge, nothing to be idly overlooked. What she had forever worked so hard to hide, was now beckoning all to obviously to be looked at. Large dark brown nipples stood out very obvious against the milky skin of her now completely bare breasts. Then as if somehow baring her breasts wasn't bad enough, her panties were already being rolled down over her waist as well. And still all she could do was lose her breath, that breath now totally stolen by fear. Her thick tangly black pussy hair, the last of her womanly secrets, now only advertising her nudity so absolutely. She was naked. She had stood here and let some strange masked woman strip her completely naked in front of a room full of people, a room full of very influential people, and she hadn't even tried to resist.
    It is now your moment of glory number twenty three, if you would just help by stepping out of your clothes you may take your walk around the room so that everyone may get a good look at your naked flesh, we can begin the game. Now, even more Shelly couldn't believe herself, as she did as she was told. Completely and utterly nude she did walk around this room full of people, people dressed in elegant costumes, and she walking as it were dangerously close enough to everyone of them that any one of them could have reached out and touched any part of her naked flesh, close enough that there could in no way be not an inch of flesh of hers left a mystery. She trembled at the thought, but walk she did, her naked breasts jiggling, and her little patch of pussy hair sashaying with every step. Miss twenty three her taunter called out to her, as Shelly began her second round. Shame, shame, now, you know the game, your not being naughty now, you know the rules, you must raise your leg, bend over a bit, give us all the victory kick, and wiggle your ass as you strut your stuff, show us your pink. Shelly hadn't thought of that, there was a part of her naked body still not publicized, something she could have still known as her little secret. But now all she had was her mask, which she could almost touch that with her foot, and she did, high kick and twist, bend over and twist again, she danced her way again around the circle of people in a whirlwind of energy, her tits now bouncing wildly as she continued to flash everyone her very slit, the very essence of her womanhood. Getting into it more and more as her dance of decadence continued round, spreading her legs as she bent further and further, the folds of her pussy now utterly open with her arousal, before all who cared to look, and all did look. Maybe that was why she did it, her mask, it allowed her to be anonymously naked, anonymously naughty. Yes yes that was it. She had always had to dress so conservatively because of her overly large nipples threatening to show themselves above everything in style. And now, now she was given total freedom, and even at someone else's command. She could flirt, the ultimate flirt, her only secret her identity. Shelly could see the value in this, the appeal, and why so many well placed women would consent to having this done to them. Shelly was getting into this flaunting so utterly of her nude body, as she continued her dance, as she now drank in the longing looks all these people gave of her bouncy young flesh. By her third round she was thoroughly enjoying herself, playing with herself, even openly fingering herself, when the lady called her back to the center of the room.
    Shelly sashayed her naked ass as she walked back being sure her jiggle was more than necessary. Turning sharply in the center of the room to again face every one, sticking her cunt out lambda style as she danced one last dance around the lady. Gentlemen, called the lady, the official paper is now being circulated amongst you. Has Miss twenty three's moment of total decadence been hers and hers alone to cherish forever as her secret, or has it been in vain, the most embarrassing moment of her life, can anyone guess who she is? Suddenly Shelly was terrified all over again, now even more than before, utterly terrified. To be stripped of her anonymity. Every one was about to find out who she was, after she had just been so lude. Her mask suddenly at stake. She could only watch as the dreadful paper made it's round, slowly hand to hand, each person in turn writing on it, and he no where to hide. The paper made its way to the lady in the silver mask as she began to read off the names. Becky Thacher. Shelly wandered whether or not she was suppose to deny the name, knowing full well she would eventually have to prove who she wasn't anyhow, when some girl stepped from the circle raising her hand. The silver lady simply read off the next name, as a sigh of relief swept over Shelly, relief that her identity might still be spared. Only that relief dissipated just as quickly, as quickly as fate was fickle, someone could still guess right. The list went on. And when it finally did end, an older bumpy gentleman stepped up to Shelly grumbling something about this all being a conspiracy, and all you girls sticking together like a bunch of thieves, hell you all should have to show us who you are before we have to give you all our money. Money, Shelly's mind lit with the question. Quit grumbling old man, it was some other guy in the crowd hollering, just because you can't get it up any more and want the money for yourself. Ya old man, it was someone else now hollering, shut up and give her her money, she was worth every penny of it this year. Watch yourself lass, the old man almost whispered to her, your going to be the most popular thing at the ball tonight. These bunch of vultures will be all over you. Your naked, your beautiful, and now your rich, "your million in cash mam", he said aloud. And if you go home with anyone of them, again in a whisper, we'll all know who you are by morning. Shelly danced naked, wearing nothing more than her mask and a handbag full of money over her shoulder, dancing with each and every guy before being allowed to leave a half hour before everyone else.