Behind the Mask: Enter a World Where Women Make - and Break - the Rules. Emma Sayle
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smile and a cute sense of humour. He patrols my parties and makes sure that there’s no trouble. The three of us make up the core of the Killing Kittens’ family. ‘Great place,’ he says, nodding with approval. ‘I’m going to keep nimble, with four suites to look after, but we’ll be fine.’
‘Great. Thanks, Joop.’ I smile at him. He’s open-minded, which is a must, but also completely level-headed. I’ve never seen him bat an eyelid at all the goings-on. He’s also very sensitive to atmosphere, sensing when there might be a need to have a quiet word, calm someone down or escort them discreetly off the premises. ‘Right. I’m going to do my check.’
Tonight, in honour of the occasion, I’ve renamed the suites Heart, Rose, Cupid and Lovebirds. Hearts will be beating fast tonight, and even some of my shy and retiring Kittens will turn into bold lovebirds, cooing at others to join them in bed once the action starts. We walk through the suites, inspecting the set up. Kitty Kat is spritzing the rooms with a scented spray and scattering rose petals over the coffee tables.
‘It’s lavender. It creates a sense of warmth,’ she says with authority. ‘And did you know that rose petals also represent confidentiality? In Ancient Rome, a wild rose was placed on the door of rooms where confidential matters were being discussed.’
‘Very fitting for tonight,’ I reply.
Kitty Kat’s eyes sparkle behind her mask. ‘Are you happy with the suites?’
‘Absolutely. They’re perfect.’ All four rooms are smart and modern, with sitting rooms furnished with white sofas and chairs, glass tables and lamps. The beds are large and inviting, made up in crisp white linen. Each suite has a view of the glittering city skyline. Outside are private terraces so guests can go out if the atmosphere gets too steamy inside. One suite has a private hot tub on its terrace.
‘It’s great,’ I say. ‘And a bargain too, which makes me happy.’ I check my watch. ‘People should be arriving around now. I’ll go down and see what’s happening.’
Downstairs guests have already started turning up. The men are smartly dressed in suits and the women all look wonderful, most wearing cocktail dresses. Their masks are on and they are sipping champagne.
I clock Miss D at the bar in deep conversation with a man. She’s wearing a red strapless dress designed to grab attention. I’d expect nothing less. But I have a feeling it won’t be long before she’s slinking upstairs to take it off.
I walk among the guests, greeting the ones I know, and then sit at the bar to soak up the flirtatious atmosphere. A pretty young woman comes up. She’s wearing a red floral-print dress and seems full of confidence. Her handsome companion looks the total opposite: he is full of nerves and out of his depth. They take a seat next to me at the bar. She immediately gives him a glass of champagne, which he holds in shaking hands.
‘Just drink it,’ she says. ‘It’ll calm your nerves. You’re acting like a virgin.’
‘Nonsense,’ he snaps, looking mildly flustered.
‘No, it’s not. You look like Dustin Hoffman in that film The Graduate when he goes to sleep with Mrs Robinson for the first time. Seriously, get a grip. I don’t know why you joined KK if this is how you feel.’
He shoots her a look. ‘You know why.’
She sighs. ‘Listen, it was fun, but we’re not getting back together. We’re just friends now. That’s why I find it slightly odd that you wanted to join. But as long as you’re here, please try to man up, OK? And try not to be jealous.’ She frowns. ‘I’m just not sure this was a good idea. I mean, I’m used to this. You’re not.’
‘It’s OK, I can handle it.’ The man still looks nervous, though, and he takes a big gulp of his drink. ‘It’s just a bit weird, that’s all. I’m going to need a bit of Dutch courage.’
I want to congratulate my new KK virgin, the Graduate, for making it to his first sex party and encourage him to relax and enjoy it, but just then he chokes on his champagne and I turn to see Trolley Dolly sauntering my way. She’s got all eyes on her, as usual. She clearly meant business when she said she wanted to play with a married couple: she’s wearing a blue lacy corset and a double-tiered ruffle skirt with a matching wedding veil and garter. No wonder he’s a bit taken aback. He can’t stop staring as she comes up to me and kisses me on each cheek.
‘I do. I do. I do!’ she says between kisses. ‘I’m the Victoria’s Secret sexy little bride tonight. So where are Mr and Mrs?’ She scours the room for her playmates.
‘Patience is a virtue, Trolley Dolly,’ I reply, giggling.
‘Oh, I’ll wait all night if I have to. I’ll keep my eyes open, but no doubt they’ll find me in my bridal attire!’
‘You won’t be disappointed,’ I promise.
‘Neither will they, I can assure you,’ she smiles. I realize that three beautiful young women are staring at her across the bar. Trolley Dolly is just irresistible to my members; she has amazing sexual charisma.
‘I’ve got to go,’ I say. ‘I’ll send Mr and Mrs your way when I see them. Have fun tonight.’
I leave Trolley Dolly in high spirits, the Graduate and his friend still staring, and head back to the lift. I ride up to the penthouse with a young woman in her early twenties who’s wearing a black glittering eye mask, and her partner, who’s sporting a flamboyant red Venetian one. Clutching her lover’s hand, she turns to me and asks in a thick French accent: ‘Have you been to one of these parties before?’
‘Yes, many times,’ I reply, smiling reassuringly. She seems more curious than frightened, though.
‘Am I too young for this?’
‘No. As long as you’re over 18, you’re fine. You’ll find all ages here.’
She whispers, ‘Do people really start having sex?’
‘Yes, some do. But not everyone. It is really down to you.’ The lift stops and the doors open. ‘Just enjoy your evening,’ I add as I step out.
I head to the Heart suite, where the party is already in full swing. It hasn’t taken long for people to lose their inhibitions tonight. Perhaps it’s the inviting beds with their stretch of white linen and room enough for plenty of people to play together. In one corner of the bed, a curvaceous naked woman is on her hands and knees. Her long blonde locks cascade over her back and her bottom looks very round in this position. She is fully exposed as she looks over her shoulder, smiling happily at her partner, who’s still fully clothed and masked. She wiggles her hips to signal that she’s ready for him to have his way with her, and he quickly unzips his trousers, too aroused to do more than free his huge erection. He pauses only to tear open a condom wrapper and slip the condom on before he slides his length into her. She begins to wail in ecstasy as he digs his hands into her waist and thrusts into her, starting slowly and then picking up speed until he is penetrating her hard and fast. They seem to be having a splendid time, and they’re not the only ones. All around, couples are kissing and caressing, and on the bed there’s a tangle of limbs and mouths and stroking hands.
A young Asian man is standing by the side of the bed watching five women in various stages of undress but all with their heels on, playing with each other. Next to him is a pretty brunette in red silk underwear who’s passionately kissing another girl with a short peroxide-white haircut. His eyes are glazed and I can tell that he’s trying hard to control his breathing, but it quickens as the brunette slides off her red silk knickers just inches from him and moves her legs slightly apart to reveal her swollen lips. She asks in a sweet voice if her girlfriend would like to kiss her somewhere else altogether and the peroxide pixie-cut girl wastes no time in diving downwards to start pleasuring her.
The young man looks fit to burst, but he can do nothing else other than watch.
She’s naughty, I think, smiling inwardly. I know the pretty brunette is his girlfriend, as I rubberstamped their joint membership.