Seductive Gypsy

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A ball on Valentine’s day was so cliche, but that’s what the client wanted. For Vanessa, the client always came first. The raven-haired beauty was twenty-four when she invested her life savings in a party planning business. This was her first big break. All she knew about her client was that he was single and had more money than he could ever spend. In all honesty, that was enough for her to tackle the job one week in advance of the party.

“A masquerade party? Are you sure you want that?” Vanessa asked. Sebastian St. Clair was a man of means. If he wanted something, people moved heaven and earth to make sure he got everything he wanted and more. Vanessa would make this party the event of the year for the Billionaire playboy. Every female in the city would die for that pale pink envelope to arrive in the mail. The letters engraved by the finest craftsman; it would be a claim to fame to even be in the room with Sebastian. He could make or break your social status in one single night. Women like Vanessa never received invitations to events like this. But this year, her name would be all over the society pages for handling the party of a lifetime.

St. Valentine’s Day Ball was written all over the society pages in bright red letters. After a week of no sleep, the clock rolled over, and the party was only hours away. Technically not a guest, Vanessa knew she had to show up dressed to seduce. Not actually, but her work would need to be the one thing that no one who attended forgot. Splurging half of her pay on a new dress and shoes, she stood in the mirror in awe of the woman she saw. Nope, that girl, whoever she was, looked nothing like Vanessa. Her raven hair pulled back into a cascade of curls. She topped the outfit off with lipstick in the bloodiest shade of red. The mask would cover the rest of her face, but her emerald, green eyes would make her unforgettable. That was the one part of her body, where she received the most compliments. The one thing she liked about a masquerade ball was that behind the mask, you could be anyone you want.

Bright lights lit up the sky. Vanessa even rented one of those Hollywood spotlights that shined a heart in the sky. It was radiant. By the looks of the crowd waiting outside, there were not only guests but onlookers hoping for a chance to sneak inside the event. Thankfully, security was tight, and if your name wasn’t on the list, you didn’t get in. You would be watching the event through a live stream only. Another added perk. This party was visible via pay per view. Everyone loves to see how the upper-class live. Most of all, they wanted a glimpse of 2024’s most eligible bachelors. Some of the women on the streets were better dressed than the ones with an invitation in hand.

The alcohol poured from fountains. The food was top-notch. However, what Vanessa didn’t foresee was the sexual energy in the air. Men and women dancing, none knew their partners’ identity, but the whole place dripped of sex. From the clothing to the masks, it was all a mystery in the making. Who was who, not even the host, would know. If someone hooked up here tonight, it would be pure sexual chemistry and not appearance. The outfits were divine. The mask came with feathers, lace, ribbons, and bows. Each invitation had one. Then, the ensemble was built around it. Of course, Vanessa kept the best for herself. That little secret would stain her tongue forever. Like any other red-blooded female, she felt the tingle the moment she laced the covering. She slipped into a secret world of the unknown.

Every single I dotted, and T crossed, Vanessa filled in as one of the invited. It was her way of getting proper feedback from the participants. Humans can lie to save feelings, but she wanted the truth. With a glass of white wine in hand, she wiggled her way through the crowd. Her first stop was the bathroom. Females tend to gather around the sinks and spill their guts. The restroom would be the one place she could find out how her party rated on the social scales. What Vanessa didn’t foresee was the sounds coming from the last stall. The party was a hit with at least two of the guests.

“Oh fuck, harder,” cried the female voice.

“Shut up, you’ll get us both busted,” the male growled.

Sounds of balls slapping skin, the scent of fuck was in the air. There is no way to hide the smell of hot pussy when being fucked hard. Vanessa stood back against the wall. She leaned down and watched the female in a pair of expensive black stilettos. She was getting pounded from behind by a man in Italian leather shoes. Even the walls of the small stall shook as he thrust his cock inside of her dripping walls. She assumed the woman was wet by the sucking sounds each time he lurched forward. Her eyes closed for a moment as the rush of heat flooded through her body. Was she getting off by two strangers fucking? Yes, she most was.

The grunts of lust signaled the finish to the fuck, giving Vanessa only seconds to get out. She slipped from the room. With a wicked lick of her lips, she made sure the door slammed. The couple inside knew someone caught them. Not that it mattered. Surely that would be one of many trips to the restroom that night. Did it matter who that couple was? No, but it took all Vanessa had to not look back at the door opened. She would rather not know the identity of anyone tonight. Well, maybe the host, but he took care of his own mask to ensure he would be hidden tonight.

Standing at the bar, Vanessa had the bartender refill her wine glass, but this time, with water. It would pass for wine to an intoxicated person, plus give her the upper hand to keep the party in order. That familiar feeling of being watched crept up her spine. A glance into the mirror behind the bartender fed her the most intoxicating eyes she had ever seen. His irises as blue as the ocean, she was lost in a hypnotic embrace for a brief moment. It was like those scenes from a movie. Drawn closer by a glance, all sound muted as though they were the only two in the room. Straining to blink, the moment her eyes opened again, he was gone, or was he?

“Penny for those thoughts of yours,” the voice asked.

From behind Vanessa, a voice, that man, whoever he was, sent shivers up and down her spine. She didn’t need to see him to know who it was. At times in life, you know someone without ever seeing their face. Vanessa knew this was the stranger who already had her panty’s damp with lust. Her pulse raced, breathing quickened, but she never flinched. She didn’t want to move in fear that he was a fantasy she had made up in her mind.

“My thoughts would not be appropriate for a crowded setting. I am more of a private type of woman,” Vanessa whispered.

Without a word, the male took her hand, leading her to one of the few private rooms. Brushing against others, her body charged with electricity. Every one of the guests seemed lost in their own worlds just as she was.

The mysterious man opened the door to the observation room. He invited Vanessa inside.  The walls were made of glass, the kind that allowed you to look out, but the crowd below couldn’t see inside. It was perfect for a voyeur. Vanessa wasted no time to glance at the party downstairs. Her claim to fame was written all over the smiles of those below. No one would forget tonight.

Vanessa pushed hard against the glass. She let out a deep moan when the male pressed against her, flattening her body to the glass. Thankfully, it was security glass, and no matter how hard of an impact it took, it would not shatter. They would test that theory out tonight. “Open your legs,” he growled. His hand pushed down to cup her pussy from behind. His fingers pushed hard against her swollen mound. His other hand pulled the frilly red undies down and off. Instead of tossing them to the side, he pushed them into his pants as a trophy for later. Some men collect numbers. For him, he collected the most intimate item in a woman’s apparel.

He growls against the back of her neck as he forces fingers into her swollen walls. He parted the delicate folds with force. Not one finger parted her. He plunged three to the depths of her core. Her breath fogged the glass as she panted in approval. Was it the earlier events that set her body on fire? Or could her fantasy fuck be the culprit in this warm rush of lust pulsating in her veins? From behind, the man dropped to his knees. His mouth immediately pressed against her lower lips. Swipes of his tongue over her pouty pussy, he parted her ways with the tip of his tongue. Long swipes of his oral muscle against her swollen bundle of nerves had Vanessa digging her fingers into the impenetrable glass surface.

“Oh fuck,” she cried, not wanting to cum. The tighter she squeezed, the more impossible it came not to explode all over his face. Her mouth opened as screams of need demanded she came. With a rush of juices pouring from her core, she came for the first time. Waves of rapture tore through her body for what seemed like an eternity.

“Now, it’s my turn,” he chuckled. Standing behind Vanessa, one hand kept her face to the glass. The other fumbled to release his cock from the confines of his pants. He pushed down and aligned the thick mushroom head of his cock against her opening. Then, he thrust up with one fluid motion. The male made inaudible sounds. His hard dick repeatedly pumped inside her tight walls. It felt almost as though she was strangling the shaft. One after another, his cock pushed into her velvet walls with incredible force. Sounds of his balls slapping against her soaked pussy echoed through the walls of the small room. Vanessa watched the party below. A mystery man pounded his dick deep inside her dripping pussy. She whimpered as her walls stretched to take every inch of him inside. She screamed each time he bottomed out.

“You’re a dirty fucking bitch,” he growled, his cock swelling inside of her. Vanessa knew he was close. When she began her descent, his cock exploded inside of her, flooding her pussy with his seed. Rope after rope of cum blasting deep inside of her pussy walls. No sooner had he cum than he was gone. He left her standing against the glass with cum rushing from between her legs. She wondered who this man was. After a quick clean up, Vanessa returned to the party but never found the man in the mask.

Two days later, opening her email, Vanessa sat back in her chair in a state of shock. Sebastian St. Clair’s email praised her work and contained a picture of her own panty attached with a note.

“Vanessa, I need you to find the owners of these panties. We had a brief moment at the party, and she left me unable to forget her. I’m sure you can find her for me. I have faith in your discretion and ability to bring me my dirty little Cinderella of the ball.”