The MasqueRave — Chapter 2

Chapter 2:
Nope, Lose the Panties!

Monica ‘Momo’ Morello | Actual Age: 18

The Identity I’m assuming: Faith Hanson, Age 18

Faith’s MasqueRave Alias: Faye

Saturday, October 1st

The hotel CeCe pulls up to is a quaint, turquoise-painted, three-story building called Destin Harbor Inn, located at 3290 Scenic Highway 98. It’s not the fanciest place in the world, which makes sense considering she said it was one of the cheapest options she found. But, as its name suggests, it’s right on the water and she said all the rooms have an ocean view with a balcony. Since I’m from the beachless town of Orlando, any place with an ocean view is a win in my book. Not that we’ll get to enjoy it until tomorrow for a few short hours.

“Look at that,” CeCe says, shifting into park. “Six-thirty on the dot!”

“With the way you were speeding, I dunno how we didn’t get pulled over!” I say.

“You and me both,” she says, opening the driver’s door.

Barely a minute after walking into the front office, we check in and walk out with the keycards. Our third-floor room is on the opposite end of the building from the office, so CeCe drives down to the end of the parking lot. Thankfully, there’s a spot right outside of our room.

Since I’m hauling fewer bags than her, I do the honor of unlocking the door. “Oh wow,” I say as I step inside. “It’s way nicer in here than I thought it’d be based on the exterior.”

“That’s what I said when I was looking at pictures online,” CeCe says, setting her bags down on the bed closest to the door. “Alright, first thing first.” She unzips her duffel bag, reaches into it, and then pulls out the bottle of coconut rum she got from her Big at the sorority. “Let’s do a couple of shots to loosen up, then we can get ready!”

“Oh, yes please!” I cheer, hitting resume on the playlist I had going during the road trip here.

My last meal was at noon after we got back from CVS, so the four shots of Parrot Bay I just threw back have me buzzing by the time I finally get around to taking my outfit into the bathroom. As I set my clothes on the counter, I do a doubletake at the reflection of the girl who has my face but doesn’t have my green eyes or my strawberry blonde hair.

“What the—” I start to say.

Oh yeah, I had a makeover, I think, giggling and shaking my head while leaning closer to the mirror. My hair came out really good! Almost the same color brown as Faith’s! And I’m glad these expensive-ass hazel contacts from CVS actually look realistic! Thank the internet gods for YouTube product review videos, otherwise, we might’ve got a shitty brand…

After tinkling and washing my hands, I strip down to nothing but my panties. First, I pull my straightened brown locks into a high ponytail then slip a black hair tie over it. This skimpy, high-waisted mini-skirt gets pulled up next.

I cannot believe I’m about to wear this outside… I turn to look at my booty in the mirror while lifting my knee slightly, staring in awe at how much the skirt rises along with my leg. Oh fuck… I can’t believe I’m about to go to a super-secret rave orgy with my ass all hanging out… For some reason, I smirk. Not gonna lie, though, I’m kind of excited now.

Now, I hold up my black and gold mask to my face then stare seductively at myself in the mirror, holding my gaze while attempting to perfect fuck-me eyes and pouty lips. A beat later, I start cracking up at how silly I feel.

“What are you laughing at in there?” CeCe asks from beyond the closed bathroom door.

Still holding the mask over my eyes, I open the door and step out. “Hot damn, girl!” I say when I see what CeCe’s wearing.

Her outfit is a black bra with faux leather straps connected to it that wrap around the top half of her torso from the ribs up. There’s also a pleather collar around her neck that has a metal hook dangling from it. Down below, she’s got on a black thong with more straps that are hooked to the straps around her thighs.

“I mean, wowza! You look sexy as hell! I legit just had a bi moment!” I giggle.

Smirking devilishly and giggling, she holds up her black bunny mask to her face. “You’re not the only one having a bi moment, Momo. I mean, fuck… you look insanely hot… The high ponytail was a good move too—makes you look like a sexy dominatrix.”

I laugh, lowering my mask. “Thanks.”

“I hope you’re ready. You’re gonna have sooo many guys chasing after you tonight!”

“Not if I’m around you all night,” I quip.

“I’m not so sure… I’ll be too busy skanking around. But you? You’re beautiful, and you have this innocence to your eyes that lets guys know you’re forbidden fruit they can’t have. Just walking past them dressed kinda naughty with your goodies covered up all night will drive them wild, and they’ll without a doubt gravitate towards you in hopes they’ll get to unwrap that package and see what Ms. Modest is keeping secret. I guarantee it.”

I snicker. “You really think so?”

She nods. “I really do.”

“It would be nice to have guys drooling over me for once.”

“It’ll happen. And when it does, embrace it. Get into character. Flirt and tease. Mold them like putty in your hand, and then maybe have a little fun once you meet a guy you vibe with—a guy who makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You don’t have to fuck if you don’t wanna, but you gotta at least make out with someone! And you gotta at least let a guy fingerblast you on the dancefloor. Molly makes everything feel, like, ten times better, so trust me when I say you’ll regret not getting fingered while you’re rolling.”

“That’s something I might be okay with,” I say.

Why’d I just say that? Because I’m buzzing from the rum? Or is it because being dressed like a brothel worker has me getting into character?

CeCe smiles sinfully. “Atta girl! That’s what I like to hear,” she says during my internal monologue. “Also, speaking of which… Lift your skirt for me.”

I do as instructed, exposing the only pair of slightly risqué undies that I own. “What is it?” I ask after seeing the look of disgust on her face.

“Yeah… Nope, lose the panties.”

I release the hem of the miniskirt. “What? No! Why?”

“Because it’ll be less of a pain in the ass for you and your potential partner if your panties aren’t getting in the way when he reaches under your skirt while you’re dancing.”

I stare at her crotch. “Wait, but you’re wearing panties!”

“Yeah, but they’re crotchless!” She lifts her leg up and to the side like a cheerleader, revealing the teardrop-shaped hole in her underwear that her bald coochie and beefy curtains are bulging through. “See!”

My eyes go wide as my head snaps to the left. “Whoa! Wow! C’mon, CeCe! You didn’t have to flash me! I believed you!”

She laughs maniacally. “Just getting you ready for later, girl! Now, lose the panties and put ‘em in your purse! We ain’t leaving until you do.”

I grumble through a sigh. “Fine.” I reach under my skirt and then shimmy out of my underwear. “Happy?” I say, stuffing them in my clutch purse.

“Yes! That’s my sister! Now, let’s touch-up our makeup, then we can head out!”

Upon turning left off the parkway onto Kelly Plantation Drive, we find a security booth with one of those drop-down pole gates they have in parking garages.

“Damn, I didn’t think the security booth for the gated community would be right off the main road,” CeCe mutters, veering onto the left turning lane. “Time to mask up!”

“Alrighty!” I say, handing her mask to her. “Goodbye, Monica Morello…” My words trail off as I tie the mask tightly behind my head with a double knot. “And hello, Faith Hanson!”

“Technically, your name is Faith’s codename from this point forward,” CeCe says, gunning it across the two opposing lanes before the cars speeding towards us close in. “Pop quiz. Do you remember your codename?”

“Faye,” I answer.

“And mine?” she asks, glancing at me as she pulls up to the visitor lane where there’s a guard in a black polo shirt staring at us from inside the security booth.

“Lola Bunny,” I whisper as she rolls down the window.

“Just Lola, but close enough,” she whispers back.

“Good evening, ladies,” the serious-looking bald man says, glancing from her to me without reacting to our disguises. Well, there’s not much to react to aside from our masks. To get to the car from our hotel room without people seeing our skanky attire, CeCe and I pulled our loosest-fitting sundresses overtop our outfits.

“Hi!” we singsong in harmony the way we’ve done for years whenever we’re addressed at the same time.

“Lovely masks,” the guard says.

“Thanks!” we harmonize again.

“Password please,” he says seriously.

“Rosewater,” CeCe responds dramatically.

The guard looks down and presses a button, and then the gate begins rising slowly. “Enjoy your evening.”

Dense woods border the two-lane road that we’re cruising down. Every so often though, I catch a glimpse at mansions through gapes between the tree trunks and greenery.

“Ahead, turn right,” her phone says from the window mount.

“Zero-point-three miles to go!” she cheers, turning onto Breakwater Drive. Now she starts drumming on her steering wheel to the song that just started. “You excited? I’m so fucking excited! More excited than I’ve ever been for anything in my entire life!”

I hold up a hand a few inches from the side of her head. “I’m so nervous, I’m shaking! But I am excited now.”

“Don’t worry, Faye, the nervousness will pass, then all you’ll have is the thrill of the evening keeping your pulse going.”

“How many guys do you think you’ll hookup with tonight, Lola?”

“Considering I’m on birth control and all the guys will be STD-free hunks?” CeCe says, turning to me with a fiendish smile. “As many as I can handle.”

My eyes go wide. “Fuck… Seriously?”

“Seriously. Creampies all night!” She giggles.

I snicker while wincing. “Wait, you’re gonna let a bunch of randos bareback you and finish in you?”

“Without a doubt!”

“You’re joking…”

“I’m not. You know I have a breeding kink. Besides, when else am I gonna get a chance to get creamed by multiple guys in a place where they’re all verified clean? Literally nowhere.”

I slowly shake my head. “Wow… Just… wow.”

“What, did you think I was gonna come to a masked rave orgy and not get dicked-down the way nature intended?” She snickers. “Psssh. Please!”

“So, was this always your plan and you neglected to tell me in order to keep me from changing my mind, or did you just decide this after the fifth shot of rum?”

“This was always the plan, Momo! And yeah, I didn’t say anything to keep you from getting scared off,” she says, flashing me a wicked smile.

“Real nice… So… what the heck am I supposed to do all night while you’re letting a bunch of guys run through you?”

“Well, you can either watch or you can seize the night and find yourself a handsome gentleman to keep your company and take care of you the way your sexually repressed-ass needs.”

To that, I simply stare ahead all wide-eyed as my heart throttles in my chest. She’s not wrong… I am sexually repressed… Guess I’m not gonna have a choice but to find me a companion for the night… I at least gotta let a guy finger me… My vagina clenches from the thought.

On the ride over from Tallahassee, I Googled the address for tonight’s MasqueRave venue to see if Zillow had any info on the mansion, and, to my surprise, it did. The modern manor sits on almost 6 acres of land in a secluded corner of the Piney Point cape that juts out from the north of Destin’s main strip. As far as rooms go, tonight’s underground party site has freaking 14 bedrooms and 21 bathrooms. That sounds big, but now that we’re pulling up to the spike-tipped driveway gate, I realize that I severely underestimated just how massive this house would be.

“Good evening, ladies,” the musclebound man with a military haircut says as soon as CeCe’s window is all the way down. “IDs and QR codes please.”

Trembling, I pull Faith Hanson’s license out of my clutch and then double-check it to make sure it’s her ID before passing it to CeCe. An unnecessary precaution since I left my license in my travel bag and triple-checked to make sure I had the right one before we left. Now I unlock my phone and then tap the neon masquerade mask icon. I’m already logged in with Faith’s credentials, so all I have to do is punch in the pin that we changed to my birth year and then I tap on the ticket icon to bring up the QR code.

“Here you go!” I say, leaning over CeCe and extending my phone to the guard.

He scans it, nods after checking his screen, and then looks from the license in his hand to me. His gaze returns to the ID once more before he finally hands the IDs back to CeCe. “Lola and Faye?” He pokes the big black button beside the driveway gate and then the steel barrier parts down the middle as it opens inward. “Enjoy the festivities,” he says flatly with a bit of a knowing smirk.

“Thanks! We will!” CeCe says as the car begins rolling. The man a few feet ahead directs us to the right where there are a bunch of cars lined up on the sprawling lawn that’s shrouded from the road by a wall of trees. “EEEEEK!” she squeals, palming my shoulder and shaking me. “We’re in! We’re here!” She looks over at me while I’m all deer in headlights. “Come on! Get hype! Turn that nervousness into excitement!”

“Wooo!” I say flatly, watching a pair of half-naked girls and shirtless guys in shorts that match their masks walking away from two separate vehicles.

“Momo…”

“I’ll be good once I get a few more drinks. I promise!”

“You better be! If you don’t relax and have fun, it’s gonna be a long-ass uncomfortable night for you because I’m gonna be getting dicked-down until they kick us out…”

As soon as we climb out of her KIA Forte, we pull our sundresses off and toss them onto our seats.

“Ready?” CeCe asks, pulling her clutch over her shoulder.

I nod while fixing my skirt. “Ready as I’m ever gonna be!”

She takes my hand and then pulls me along.

A few feet away from the line of six people, my gaze snaps right down to the booty of the girl standing in the back. I thought my skirt was skimpy, but the hem of her turquoise dress rests against the top of her cheeks instead of hanging near the bottom where mine stops. And because she’s skinny with a wide thigh gap, I can see her bald pussy on full display in all its feminine glory.

“Welcome to MasqueRave,” CeCe whispers as she leans into me. “Bend over at any point tonight or walk up a flight of stairs, and you’ll be putting on a show just like that.”

“As long as I’m not the only one and no one knows who I am, I’ll survive.”

She squeezes my hand and then kisses my cheek. “That’s my girl!”

Standing outside the door behind a transparent podium is a tall, slender blonde with a mask that’s glowing neon violet. Now that she’s done checking IDs and scanning phones, it sounds like she’s giving the people ahead a rundown of the rules. That’s probably why the line isn’t moving along as fast as it should be.

While we wait for the pair before us to get processed through, I glance over my shoulder at the growing line behind us. From the looks of it, there are about twenty half-naked guys and girls lined up two-by-two now. Almost immediately, my gaze snaps from the topless girl who’s two couples back to the crotch of a guy behind her, and I can’t help but stare at this dude’s silly boxer briefs with an elephant’s big face on them. It’s not until he turns sideways to talk to his buddy that I realize that the trunk of the elephant is actually a sleeve that’s sticking out from the underpants—a sleeve stuffed with his massive cock that’s currently swinging side-to-side.

Unable to look away from the massive ‘trunk,’ I slap my lace-gloved hand over my mouth to conceal my nervous grin, snickering quietly. Your innocence is showing, Monica.

When I finally tear my eyes away, I look up and realize Mr. Elephant-Crotch is smiling at me. The tall, clean-shaven man in a gray masquerade mask looks down at his crotch, looks back at me, cocks a thumb, and then tilts his head to the side.

My hand falls from my mouth and I grin, giving him a thumbs-up and a nod. When he pumps his fist, I shake my head while turning back around. Partway through my turn, I stop abruptly when I catch this bearded guy in a Zorro-style mask smiling at me during his walk from where the cars are parked, his jaw-length, sandy-brown locks bouncing and swaying with each step. Unlike most of the guys in line so far, he’s not shirtless, nor does he have on revealing bottoms that showcase his package. Mr. Zorro-Mask has on a form-fitting black tank top that hugs his toned body and black chino shorts with matching Vans. Even with the mask on—even from twenty feet away—there’s something captivating about his handsome face. There’s something kind and familiar about those green eyes of his. And, for the life of me, I can’t stop smiling and staring at him.

As Mr. Zorro-Mask and his buddy—the guy in a cowboy hat and a lone ranger mask—near the end of the line, his smile grows into a grin then he waves at me.

“Faye,” CeCe says from my left.

Smiling shyly, I wave back at Mr. Zorro-Mask.

“Faye!” CeCe says a bit louder, swatting my arm with the back of her hand.

“Ow! What?” I say, turning to her. “We’re up, Faye.”

“Oh, sorry!” I blurt out, hurrying up to the podium while pulling out Faith’s license and my phone from my clutch.

“No worries,” the smiling woman with a violet neon mask says while scanning the QR code on CeCe’s phone. “There’s a lot to see here!” Giggling, she picks up a black silicone band and scans it.

“Did you see something you like?” CeCe asks as I extend my phone to the hostess.

“I think I might’ve,” I say, wince-smiling.

“Yasssss, girl! You better find him as soon as he gets inside. Don’t wanna lose him to some other skank!”

“I’m not that desperate,” I mutter as the neon mask lady scans another band.

“Alright, Faye and Lola, IDs please,” neon mask lady says.

We hand them to her.

Just like with the guy at the gate, when the hostess checks my ID, she does a doubletake before handing it back to me. “Alrighty, you’re both good to go!”

“Yay!” CeCe squeals, slipping her phone and license into her clutch while I do the same.

“Here’s your smart band, Faye,” she says to me, holding out a silicone strap that looks like a watchband without a watch. It reminds me of the MagicBands they give to guests at Disney. “And here’s yours, Lola. Those will get you through the door and unlock your assigned locker, which has a corresponding number to what’s on your band. They’ll also open and lock certain unoccupied guest rooms, and you can swipe them at the kiosk for any additional services.”

“Okie-dokie!” CeCe says, strapping mine around my wrist.

When she’s done, I put hers on for her.

“And here are your party favors,” the woman says, handing us each a baggie with one capsule in it. “If at any point you want a second molly, go to any bar and ask. For your safety, you’ll only be given one after you are evaluated and deemed coherent enough to have another. Please enjoy these responsibly, and do not give your molly away to another guest. Understood?”

“Understood,” we say in harmony.

“Good!” the hostess chirps. “Now, I’m sure you all read up on the MasqueRave guidelines but, just a reminder, here are a few big rules to keep in mind during your admission. First, anonymity is everything here, so never remove your mask or someone else’s. Even if you’re in a private room with someone, you never know who’s a member of The MasqueRave Society, so don’t risk getting kicked out and banned by removing your mask. Second, you will only use your codenames while you are on this property. Finally, there are no phones allowed beyond the foyer, so put them and your purses in your locker as soon as you enter. Someone inside will check for phones before you move beyond the foyer. Is that understood?”

“Understood!” we harmonize again.

“Excellent! Now, if you could just sign these NDAs that say you won’t speak of anything you see, hear, or do while inside. After that, you’re good to go!” She hands us each an iPad.

Without even reading the damn thing, we scroll to the bottom, hit ACCEPT, and then sign our names. Well, I sign Faith’s name.

“Thank you, ladies!” neon mask lady says, taking the tablets from us. Now she gestures to the door. “Welcome to The MasqueRave! Let yourself go, and enjoy!”

CeCe swipes her smart band first then, a beat later, the sensor flashes green and the right door swings inward. As soon as the sensor turns red, I swipe my band and then follow her inside the purple, neon-lit interior toward the wall of lockers on our left.

Since neither of us are taking our clutches with us, I get the bright idea to tuck the molly pills into my lace glove. With our belongings stored away and nowhere on our scantily dressed bodies to hide a phone, the muscle-bound bouncer in the red neon mask quickly looks us over before gesturing for us to pass through the doorway opposite the entrance.

Walking towards where the music is loudest, we wander a few feet and enter a large room bathed in blue and purple neon lights that has a bar, stripper poles, and couches situated against the walls. On the furthest couch by the window, there’s a naked girl with huge tits bouncing on the lap of this tall guy who’s holding her waist and bucking up into her. Even from here, I can see his glistening cock gliding in and out of her pussy. Even with the music bumping from the speakers above us, I can hear their moans and the rapid clapping of their flesh.

“Ho-lee-fuck,” I mutter, my unblinking eyes glued to the live pornography ahead.

“To think, this is tame compared to what it’ll be like later.”

“Sheesh… Like… the doors just opened… They’re not wasting any time!”

CeCe drapes her arm around my shoulders. “All we have is eight hours. There’s no time to waste!” she says, dragging me towards the bar. “Now, let’s hurry up and get a drink! I wanna explore the mansion before it gets too packed to walk around!”

“Alright, alright!” I groan, struggling to keep up with her.

“When do you wanna take the molly, Faye? Now, or do you wanna wait an hour for things to pick up?”

“Uh… in an hour, I guess?” I say, leaning against the bar beside her.

I’m at a rave-themed masquerade orgy and I’m about to do molly for the first time… What the fuck did I get myself into? And how am I gonna keep myself from getting out of control when I’m gonna do MDMA while tipsy?

Something tells me that this is not going to end well at all…