EroticReverie

Jovie Chastain 

From a friend of a friend of a friend, I’d been invited to “X-mas”. Heavy on the x, because it was a kinky Christmas party at some rich dudes mansion. 

“Good god! The roads suck!” My friend River says as she grips her steering wheel and hunch over it trying to see through the blizzard of snow. Our hotel was an hour drive from the remote location up in the Adirondacks where the party was being held. Apparently the location changed every year and this year the man who hosts it, had decided on a secluded area in the mountains.  I was no stranger to New Yorks winter weather , neither was River, but it didn’t matter at times like this. It was a fucking white out. But this was a “once in a lifetime” invitation that we refused to pass up. It could be raining meteors and we would still risk it to be a part of this secretive “sexy time” Christmas party that was reserved for rich people. And when I say rich , I mean the filthy rich kind. Sure, my family was considered rich. But the people invited to these things could burn a hundred dollar bill a minute and not even feel the effects of it because they made far more than each minute. Not just rich elite, but celebrity elites too. Apparently there’s always at least a few dozen household names that attend every year. So I’d be rubbing elbows, and …uh…possibly other body parts with movie and music stars and pro athletes and the like. 

“Jesus take the wheel!” River yells making me laugh slightly from the back seat as her girlfriend Kansas shakes her head in the passenger seat. Kansas got us the invite from her sister , who wasn’t able to go this year but was an assistant to the man who ran this thing and she was in charge of “recruiting” us simple little no names , apparently. 

Twenty minutes later we pull up to a jaw dropping house, with so much glass you think they’d be concerned about lack of privacy. But also, it’s remote enough and has plenty of land and pine trees surrounding it , that I suppose all the trees act as the privacy buffer in a hole like this. 

“Holy shit” I say as I take in the view of what I can see. A three story home , with perfectly lined bright white led Christmas lights lining the edges of the roof and slants of the massive house. Surrounding trees are decorated from their tips to the bottoms of their trunks in the same white lights. It would be a picture perfect winter wonderland with the snow falling around, if not for what I can see through the fat snowflakes falling around the car. Because behind those windows, are dozens and dozens of X-Mas attendees. 

“Is that….is she….suspended from the ceiling?” I point to the second floor where through the glass , a naked woman is hanging from red ropes that are bound around her. Green Christmas lights wrapped around her , shining against her skin as she just hangs there like a human chandelier. 

“Shit.” River says and nods. “Yeah. She is.” 

River squeals with excitement. I know she’s totally into whatever freak shit is behind those windows. And I can’t lie, I’m terribly interested, and intrigued. While I wouldn’t say I’m vanilla, I’m also definitely not the type to hang naked from a ceiling as decoration for a party. Or maybe I am, who knows. I’m pretty open minded but, damn. 

A man knocks on the window and we all look. A man bundled up in all red , wearing a fake Santa beard.

River rolls down her window. “Welcome to X-Mas , you can pull up further , right over there, to Prancer, and he’ll valet your vehicle.” He says and sticks his hand in and gives us three red a white candy canes. I smile as he peeks back at me. 

“Enjoy the festivities” he says and steps back and waves River forward and I peek at him out my window and he gives me a wink. I wink back. Watching his fake Santa beard move as he grins while standing under his little awning of a post to guide the guests. 

We get out of the car and let the valet take the car to park it who knows where because I don’t see any cars other than the black valet SUV’s. 

“Right this way” a woman at the door says as she pushes it open to a large three story foyer where people stand on each floor looking at the newcomers enter. Half naked bodies, some completely naked. Some dressed in cheeky Christmas getups and some in full dress entirely. 

“Welcome to X-Mas, where everyone is on the naughty list” she says and gestures us to the side to a room where we can unbundle ourselves from our winter coats and boots. We hand them over to the girl dressed like a sexy elf who tags our jackets and our boots. Then our bags after we slip on our other shoes. 

River is dressed like a naughty miss Clause while Kansas wears a red pant suit with a slender black belt with a gold bucklle and black heels. Like an androgynous female MISTER Clause. 

I chose to dress like a sexy reindeer. Wearing a strapless tan velvet dress, that fits tight on top with a short skirt that really doesn’t cover much and shows off more of my ass than it actually covers. But beneath I have a pair of matching tan colored panties with a tiny fluffy deer tail on the back. I have white thighs that match the white fur trim of the heart shaped neckline of the dress and the white deep spots on the side of the dress. 

I slip my antlers onto my head and River smiles. 

“Sexy AND adorable” she says and Kansas nods in agreement as I laugh and slip my feet into brown ballet style flats. 

“What are those?” River laughs. 

“My hooves!” I squeak as she teases me about my choice of footwear. Her and Kansas laugh and I just shrug and then check my makeup in a mirror inside the little make shift bag check area, then take out my brown liner, and add a few more spots on my cheeks and clean up the little nose I drew on. 

“Ready to play!” I say as I tuck my long brown hair behind my ear and push it over my shoulders letting it fall down my back. River claps with excitement and then we walk back out where the naughty elf lady gestures us to another room off to the other side. 

Once inside a man and a woman stand there , next to naked and hold up little clipboards.  They ask our names , and then were given three options. Red for naughty. Green for nice. And they explain that red means we are  willing to be approached and invited to play in “the reindeer games” , to which the guy smirks at me. Given my choice of out fit. Green is simply to observe and you’re not interested in participating. We all choose Red, because duh. You don’t get invited to a secretive freaky Christmas party and NOT get the full experience. 

“At any time you can come back and change your name tag.” The woman informs us and mister red rhinestone thong man in his big black boots steps forward and slides two fingers behind the top of my dress and I just smile at him as he grins. I’m not on his team, I can tell. But we give flirty glances anyways as he fastens the pinned red name tag to my outfit. 

“Great tits” he says and I give a little laugh. 

“Yeah I know” I say making him chuckle. 

“Show em to me later?” He asks with a cocked brow and I lift one right back. Okay so maybe I assumed wrong. 

“If you’re a real good boy” I say. “Maybe I will” 

He smirks and nods and then reaches down behind me and swats my ass. 

“I’m always a good boy” he says with a wink as I jump and blush and bite my lip. 

God, this was going to be fun.