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As the redhead yanked me through the room, I glanced next at the two bare-chested doormen with their bow ties. They stood stoically at attention, their eyes revealing nothing.
Finally, we fled to the doorway across from the one we had just left. We entered the room where all the music had been coming from. To my surprise, it was a massive ballroom.
At the very center of the room, there was a raised circular dais. On the dais, a wild act of sex took place that attracted my attention instantly.
A naked bodybuilder with glossy skin held a petite woman aloft in the air. He held her by the waist, his long, thick fingers stretching under her bubble ass.
With the girl spreading her legs, spread-eagle in the air, he pulled her in and slammed her pussy down on to his cock. He ground into her.
Then, he pulled her up, lifted her aloft again, and then once more, he pulled her down and slammed his cock deep into her cunt.
It was a circus fuck! A fucking freak show fuck. Only it was beautiful.
Oh, the face of the tiny woman as this big bodybuilder fucked her like a love doll, hammering at her again and again!
Her eyes dripped upward in a deep, sweet ecstasy.
I sighed, full of envy.
Looking downward, I saw that all around the dais stood masked musicians. There must have been an entire ensemble.
Some of the instruments they played were familiar. I saw a harp, a saxophone, and a guitar. But there were other instruments I had never even seen before.
The music they played sounded mostly baroque. Yet it had a modern tempo, and there was an element of jazz to it, a deep, bluesy sensual beat.
The musicians wore colorful patent leather costumes. Their bodies could hav
e been poured into those costumes, so sleek they were.
And each of them, both male and female, had lithe, sexually attractive bodies. I'd have been happy to have fucked any one of them!
I was coming apart. I so wanted to fuck someone, male or female. Oh, but especially male. I wanted a cock!
All around the musicians, there danced the masked guests of the party.
Those dancing mostly formed themselves into couples. But there were threesomes and foursomes as well, all dancing together to the deeply sensual music.
Men danced with women. Women danced with men. But men also danced with other men, and women also danced with other women.
As far as the threesomes and foursomes, there was every combination and permutation one could imagine.
There was no general pattern among the dancers, and people danced in a variety of ways. But many clung to their partner's in a suggestive and lascivious manner.
Hand's roamed, and apparently, no one thought twice of engaging in debauchery, so long as they didn't get in the way of other's dancing. Some people weren't even fully clothed.
Oh, and the clothing!
There was a host of delectable styles. But most often I saw clothes that resembled something reclaimed from a lost and forgotten French royal court.
Men wore puffy shirts with embroidered satin waistcoats of brilliant colors. There was electric indigo, sea green, mystic red, and many other marvelous colors.
Women graced themselves with gorgeous low cut gowns, many of them with slim hoop skirts. Here, too, the colors were extraordinary, ultramarine, goldenrod, deep pink, and so much more.
The redhead had said she was taking me to see the Baron. But as soon as she had entered the room, the excitement of the dance and the music overtook her.
She stopped cold. Pulled me closer to her and looked into my eyes.
"The Baron can wait a minute, come, let us dance," she said.
