Washington D.C. Series 5:1 - Arriving at the Party

Eva and Brent had just enough time after their delightful fucking to quickly dress and straighten up before catching a cab to be on their way. The cab pulled up to the non-descript building at a few minutes past 9 o'clock. Eva, normally being the fashionably late type, decided against showing up too terribly late this evening. She didn't know what to expect and certainly didn't want to disappoint Elizabeth McCabe. Though the neighborhood looked posh, the street was poorly lit and Eva had to squint to read the numbers on the doors. She looked from door to door 7, 11, 13, 15... no 9 Morse Street. The cab had already pulled away so she couldn't ask him.

"Do you see it?" she nervously asked Brent. Brent shook his head. "It has to be around here. She wouldn't have made it up."

Brent took a step closer to building 7 and then excitedly waved Eva over. "Here," he said and gestured down a stairwell hidden from where Eva was standing. Eva walked over and looked down the dimly lit stairs to the basement entry. A silver script number 9 hung just beside the door. Below that was an electronic swipe device. Eva smiled nervously as she took the black credit card from her purse, her key for tonight. They walked carefully down the stairs. The door was black lacquer and Eva could see their reflection in it. They made quite a nice looking couple. Brent in his leather pants, tuxedo shirt and tie, her in the red sequined gown and black stilettos. Brent grinned too and tugged at his tie.

"Stop fidgeting," Eva admonished. "You can take it off when you get inside." She didn't tell him she had something else for him to put on instead.

Eva took a deep breath then and slide her card through the electronic swipe. The door emitted a soft click and Brent turned the knob. It swung open easily and they were greeted by a small foyer lit with candles. Beyond that was a larger room, graciously decorated and too lit by candles. Eva strained her neck to look when a young woman came around the corner to greet them. She was a gorgeous creature, small, petite and clad only in a sheer lingerie style slip.

"Welcome Miss Eva," she said smiling. "I'm Gretchen and I'll be your attendant for the evening. We've all been waiting for you. Can I take anything for you or from him?"

"Waiting for us?"

"Oh yes, everyone is very anxious to meet you. Can I remove anything for you?" Eva briefly eyed up Brent shirt and tie before saying no. She'd see how everyone else was dressed first. "Follow me then," she said and began to lead them through to the next room. "I am at your disposal for the evening," she continued, "and I'm here only to serve you in whatever capacity you need."

Eva looked at the girl from behind and felt the warmth grow between her thighs. She wondered if that included joining her and Brent in a sexual liason. She was certainly dressed for it.

"Can I start by getting you a drink? Wine perhaps?"

Eva nodded yes for both of them and took Brent's hand. The room opened up to a large open space in which a crowd of people were gathered at the far end. Gretchen led them across the room.

"May I present Miss Eva," she announced to the crowd and Eva gasped softly when the faces turned to look at her. The men and women in the crowd were all members of her law firm. Most were senior staff and the partners were all there, all except Ms. McCabe. An equal mix of men and women were dressed as she was, formal attire, gowns, tuxedos. The other half of the crowd were dressed, or rather undressed, at various stages. Eva could barely believe her eyes when Mr. Denhurst, a partner in the firm, stood up to greet her.

"Eva," he said warmly, "I'm so pleased you could join us." He leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek. "Please, settle in and relax. We've only just begun."