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Requiem For A Stripper #315

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I dragged his unconscious body into the garage and opened the trunk of the Rolls-Royce. I took the robe off him as well as the mask, grabbed some twine that was lying on a shelf, and hogtied him. Then I picked him up and dropped him in the trunk of the car. I pulled a handkerchief out of my pocket and gagged him with it. I closed the trunk, slipped on the mask and the robe, and then headed into the party.

There was a huge open room with a vaulted ceiling that all the partygoers were gathered into...

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    Neville Hunt 11 months ago

    Now THAT is a brilliant idea, Jake! Going incognito. Spot the dick!

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    Neville Hunt 11 months ago

    ...and a great point to leave us hanging!

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    Christopher 11 months ago

    Hehe! I was thinking about movies like Eyes Wide Shut where they have these weird parties and everyone are wearing masks. It seemed like some cool imagery. I try to write these like they're movies anyway.

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    Neville Hunt 11 months ago

    I try to write my longer stories (when I get round to writing them) the same way. Of course, the traditional masked balls of yore were full of fun and forbidden frolics, intrigue and sauciness too. I’d have been too shy to have taken advantage of it all.... except, maybe the mask would have loosened those inhibitions.

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