It started with a phone call, at most inopportune time. My cell phone was blowing up while I was demonstrating my patented hucklebuck position to my cute neighbor; Jill. The constant clattering of the phone vibrating across my night stand became too much for me to ignore anymore.”Hello?””Who’s this?” a female voice inquired.”Whose phone did you call? I asked back.”Xav is that you?” She asked sounding more annoyed”Maybe, who am I speaking to?””It’s Katrina, Xav.”I was about to ask what she needed, but Jill pulled a leg from over my shoulder and pressed her big toe to my lips. I took it into my mouth and sucked the perfectly pedicure digit until Jill moaned.”Xav are you there? Hello I know your not getting busy with some trick with me on the phone…” Katrina yelled.I let her rant, while I tensed the muscles which made my dick flex inside the soft confines of Jill’s pussy. Soon Jill was pleading for me to fuck her proper. Those were her words, so I obliged her. I dropped the phone on the bed so Katrina could listen to me make Jill climb the walls.After Jill and I came I picked up the phone again.”Katrina are you still there?” I asked, knowing she was.”That was really fucked up Xav…” Katrina whined.I let her blab awhile to let of the steam. Katrina was never a client of mine; in fact we were occasional coworkers seven years ago while she worked her way through school. She moved to New York to be a model, but the party life was too much for the undisciplined little freak. Since she was screwing everyone and anyone she figured she might as well make a living as a “Party Girl”.The fashion bug still called to her, so she enrolled at the fashion institute. After graduating she started her own line of sexy party clothes and lingerie thanks to the financial backing of several generous “clients”. With her tongue firmly in cheek she call her label “Ho No’s”, the marketing campaign she used was brilliant “Ho No’s…Sexy”! Of course she was sued by an industry giant. The free press from the trial made the tiny label a known name, and then she won her case on top of it all. She was on her second marriage the last time I heard anything about her.”Katrina, what do you need? And why are you fussing I bet you had your fingers all up in it while you were listening””Okay I did get off a little listening to you fucking her…but, I called because I need an escort to a…a function. Are you available this Friday I’ll pay your usual fee just for your time.” Katrina said pleadingly.”Sure I can be there, where are we going, might I ask?” I replied. “And how come your husband isn’t going.””It’s the Comixxx Players Ball, ever heard of it? And Kirby isn’t good at these things.””Nope never heard of it, who’s going to be there Dave Chappell, Chris Rock?””I’ll let it be a surprise. Oh yeah don’t worry about what to wear I got you covered.” Katrina blurted “I’m so excited I’ll book you a flight into Macarthur and email you directions to my house…Smooches.” I thought to myself what a cool gig, the Comic Players Ball must be a red carpet event, and şahinbey escort Katrina was going to hook me up with threads. Katrina was in the industry, so I figured on getting some designer gear cast offs. I didn’t get to think about it to long; Jill started licking my sack for seconds.When I got to Katrina’s place I was already pissed thanks to the Map Quest directions she sent me. I looked at the outfit Katrina had laid on the bed and knew the she had run serious game on me.”Okay Trina please explain to me what that is suppose to be?” I asked.”It’s your uniform for the ball silly. You know we can’t participate without being properly dressed,” Katrina explained as if I should have known.”Participate? What does that mean?” I asked expecting some doozy of an explanation.”Haven’t you ever gone to a costume party before, I mean really Xav,” She said.”Sure I have, but when you asked me if I’d like to go the comic’s player’s ball, I thought I was going to see Dave Chappell or Chris Rock. I figured you were going to get me all Doulce’d up for the occasion…”Katrina put her hand in my face to stop me, and then she got all up in my case.”First of all I hired you to escort me to the Ball, and I told you not to worry about dressing up because I had you covered…didn’t I.””Yes you did, but I don’t see how that outfit has anything to do with comedian’s party…””What comedian’s party? We’re going to the Comixxx Players Ball. Go look at the invitation and you tell me where you got comedians from? Trina said pointing to her dresser. I went and looked at the invitations on her dresser.BY SPECIAL INVITATION YOU HAVE BEEN GRANTED ACCESS TO THE COMIXXX PLAYERS BALL RSVPComixxx Players, ah ha. Of course she didn’t invite me in writing so I didn’t have knowledge of the cute word play used on the invitation. Alright I trick fucked myself, so I resigned myself to my fate.The Comixxx Players Ball was a role play grope and poke hosted by a swingers club. The attire required a super hero you invented and preferably costume of your own design or at least removal of any recognizable logo from a know characters uniform.My uniform was not that original, Katrina simply cut the ears off of a famous crime fighting crusader’s cowl and then straightens the hem of the cape. The rest of the uniform was a sheer black body stocking. Where she found one to fit me is a wonderment. Black wrestling shoes and a utility belt stocked with packs condoms, lubricants and in the butt pack hidden by the cape were several pairs a black latex exam gloves, some zip ties and other odds and ends.Katrina’s costume keeping the theme alive was a simple mask, a sheer green leotard and green high heeled boots and a green cape. “Shouldn’t the cape be yellow and the leotard red if were suppose to be…” I started to ask.”We are not those two, your Fatcock and I’m Swallow. Swallow get it? Katrina giggled at her own clever concept.”Yeah I get it.” I said as I felt my dick twitch.Before we left Katrina checked on her husband Kirby whom she chained to an old steam radiator hidden behind a 3 panel shoji screen. I found the radiator strange since they had central air in their house. Kirby had access to a small black and white portable TV and an empty coffee can for his facilities. We drove over to an old school building in boonies of Suffolk County; behind the school was a free standing gym. We entered the gym after presenting our invitations at the velvet rope and having the small duffle Swallow carried searched by the Gorilla costumed bouncers.The host and club president greeted us inside. He wasn’t in costume like us; instead he was in shirt sleeves with his tie loose and a pencil behind his ear. His pocket protector read Stan/Editor.We mingled with the crowd of twenty costume attendees. I did a quick head count eight male and twelve female, if there were no cross dressers. I enjoy a scotch and soda at the open bar and nibbled a few tidbits from the buffet.”Hi Katrina, new look?” asked a woman with a “Strong Island” accent who wore a tiger outfit.”Yes I decided to switch up a bit this time,” Katrina replied.”What and no Kirby? I do so love to play with him,” The woman replied. It was said so sweetly I knew she was being catty.”Kirby isn’t feeling well, so I brought a new cunt…I mean crime busting partner.” Katrina said, just as politely. “This is Fatcock and I’m Swallow.””Well I know you’ll live up to your name, what about your friend?” The Golden Tigress asked.I had been walking around making sure my cape hid my credentials since I felt under dress essential walking around in what was a pair of sheer panties hoses. I opened my cape like a flasher to give the Tigress a look.”Oh no sweetie, that’s not real.” Tigress remarked, before she handled my package.I smiled when she started to purr loudly as I swelled from her skilled touch.”I guess I was wrong.” She said.Then I closed my cape to shield the raging wood trying to tear through the thin covering of nylon. The party started in earnest when the Editor; he controlled the game somewhat like a Dungeon Master; split us into groups of four. Couple versus couple, the object of the game was to screw more partners then anyone else. The couple whose male partner came first lost. Loser lost their powers and became the slaves/subbies of the victors. Also there were the four unattached females referred to as the Stag Sluts circling the floor like buzzards to feed on the carcasses of the spent.First up for us was the Golden tigress and her husband; the Leopard. She called us out with a challenge relayed by the Editor.”Good I wanted to get the bitch!” Katrina whispered to me. “She thinks you’re an easy mark like Kirby. She thinks brothers can’t handle that trick ass pussy of her’s just because she had it tightened up in South Beach. Please abuse her for me. The bitch milked Kirby in five minutes last time, and then ass raped him with the vibrator hidden in the tip of her tail.”Okay, I now understood why I was here, to grudge fuck the females that abused Katrina and Kirby at the last Party. Well I she should have considered herself avenged.I grabbed the Tigress palming her head lick a basketball and forced her to her knees. I rubbed my stiff joint against her face and realized the flaw in Katrina’s costume design; no fly.”Ha Ha, looks like you have a problem my friend.” Tigress joked at me.”Not really the problem is yours; Swallow is getting a good head start on you,” I replied.Reaching into my utility belt to see if Katrina packed something to slice open the front of my suit. Tigress looked over to see the Leopard lying on the wrestling mat covering the gym, and Swallow living up to her name by hiding her nose in his short curlies. “Shit!” screamed the Tigress.Before she used her teeth rent a run in the nylon which she expanded greatly with her hands to get at my cock. Since I was already in my belt I pulled out a mint flavored condom and handed it to tigress.”Hey no fair, this is shielding, he won’t get the full sensation,” She complained.”Safety first, I always say.” I retorted in my best Adam West imitation.”Okay, I’ll allow it!” Said Stan the editor; with a flourish of his hand to make his point.Tigress sheathed me and opened her mouth wide. She gagged and choked as I stuffed myself brutishly into her stretched maw. She had tears in her eyes when Stan came around monitoring the situation and called for a change in position.I looked around to see Swallow bouncing up and down on Leopard’s stiff mast. I also watch the other couples going at it throughout the gym. Tigress was having trouble getting me into her very tight snatch, so I helped her. I put on a pair of gloves and pulled out a foil packet of lube and squeezed it over my fingers. Then I massaged her tight fuck hole paying attention to her reactions until I found her sweet spot and made her squeal and squirt, and then I eased her onto the head of my cock. I had to use another packet of lube before she slipped over the head. I let her struggled getting down the pillar of flesh which was splitting her wide open. She worked slowly and started to cum or so she said. Her fingers were tearing into my chest and arms so bad I had to zip tie her wrist to control her claws. After I few minutes I had enough of dabbling with her, and rolled her onto her knees. Then I processed to wear out her reconditioned pussy.In no time she was pounding the floor with her fists begging Stan to make me stopped.”Are you quitting for your partner too? Stan asked getting down on his knees and raising his hand to slap the mat like a referee calling a pin.”No, no, no…” sobbed Tigress.I tried to go balls deep but she was too tight for that. She screamed like a banshee another minute or so before she called for Stan and quit.I left her sprawled face down, with her vibrating tail buried in her nookie. I watched a couple of females pounce on Leopard very ready to enjoy the rare treat of a still stiff dick on a loser.Next up was the closest couple to us; the Buccaneer and Captain Kitty who had just dispatched Commander Cosmo and Space Kadette. The Captain was a black haired beauty with a nice ass and a perky rack. I looked at Swallow to see what I was supposed to do with this woman.Swallow gave me thumbs up saying.