My Only Talent Ch. 17

A big white town car pulled in, and a huge and handsome black man got out of the passenger side front door and held the rear door open for her. She stepped into the passenger rear seat, and he got back in the passenger front. The driver appeared to be a smaller version of the big guy, maybe an older brother or cousin.

The driver said "Buckle, up, Ms. Formby!" and as soon as she did he took off quickly, plunging into traffic, and circling the block twice via two alleyways, an apartment porte-cochere, and a quick right into parking garage that took them two floors below street level. He pulled into a parking space so tight that none of the car doors could be opened at all, and so dark that she was not sure the car could be seen at all unless someone held an electric hand candle on it deliberately.

Tessa tried to catch her breath. "I feel very confident we were not followed. Even I couldn't reconstruct where we went!"

"That's the idea!" the driver said. He held up a sheriff's badge party invitation, and said "Do you want to go to this party?"

Tessa laughed, as smarmy repartee was a bit of a specialty for her. "Why, we hardly know each other! But you are attractive in rugged sort of way."

He did not laugh. "Here's the deal. TMZ has the first scoop, and they will be the first to report, but it's not an exclusive. You can attend the party, but you must agree to embargo your report until after dawn, when the party ends. Also, you may take no recorders, cameras, cell phones, or any other electronic devices into the party and that will be true of everyone who attends. We will search you for such devices very thoroughly now, and you will be quarantined in a room from now until the party begins at midnight."

"Wait just a minute! Tessa sputtered. "I want the same deal that TMZ got!"

"Except for the embargo, that's what you have. You must also attend the party naked, and like her you may wear a mask to hide your identify during the party. It's up to you whether or not you want to appear naked in the video, which will be taken by a crew we control. You will get some video and stills from that crew, but they will be different frames and sequences than what TMZ gets. And even when you learn of other famous attendees, there are only three that you can mention in your report. And it's up to you whether or not you want to tell your readers you were naked."

Tessa thought hard. She really had no choice, but maybe she could get something else to use. "Who are those three celebs?"

"You don't get that until after you agree to the deal, and after the party begins. And one other thing: if you report anything untrue or even mildly negative about the party, you will never get anywhere near the next one, and we will carefully feed your competitors all the best stuff."

She didn't see any other way. "OK, I agree. When and where should I show up?"

"You weren't listening carefully. We are going to take you there now, and hold you incommunicado until your embargo expires, but first we are going to check you for devices. Off with those clothes!"

Tessa sputtered again, but they would make no compromise. They turned on all the interior lights in the Town Car, and both men looked eagerly over their front seat perches. She would give them no hint of her embarrassment. When she was stripped to the waist, the driver held out a hand to the huge guy, who handed him a $20 bill. Were they wagering on her? "What was that for?"

The huge man spoke. "Rodney bet me that you would have a really nice rack, and I didn't think so. But he was right, 100% natural and very nice!"

Tessa discovered she was pissed off, but also a little turned on. She was not used to getting intimate complements from two big black American men. Well, actually, one big man and one giant. Suddenly her nipples got really hard.

"Bravo, Ms. Formby, Bravo!" they both said, clapping at her show. She just smiled at them. They waited expectantly, watching her carefully.

"Did you make any other wagers, gentlemen?"

The driver laughed. "Yes, but you will have to take those panties off to resolve it."

She slowly took off her panties, and the driver apparently won again. "I told you shaved!"

The big man looked at her appreciatively. "Really nice, too!"

Tessa felt she had won a little victory, but then the driver said, "Turn around beautiful. Some of these new cameras can be easily concealed in body cavities!"

They both touched her thoroughly, and Tessa was flabbergasted, then irritated, and then more than a little turned on. "Nothing there but a fine butt," the big man said.

Tessa was finally getting her bearings, and feeling her oats a little bit. "You guys didn't wager on whether or not you would get hard when I stripped?"

They looked at each other sheepishly, and said "No. We knew that would happen."

Tessa was now in her element, and liking it. She smiled. "Can I see, boys?"

.....

Cindy Nelson was manning the security monitors along with Cisco and Oiler, who were doing final testing on the electronic gear that blocked out cell phones and cameras. They had an iron wall and gate set up across the cul-de-sac and had headed off numerous attempts to jump the wall, and would not let anyone in until midnight, but Rodney and Little Hollywood were due any minute to drop off what Cindy expected to be a totally pissed off Tessa Formby, spitting fire and raising hell. They were so late that she got worried and then finally saw the limo pull through the gate and up to the main and only entrance to be used tonight. Maybe she had overdone it by making sure Tessa would arrive naked and embarrassed, but it was hard to gin up much sympathy for her. Tessa had made Cindy's prior attempts to climb into the party planner limelight holy hell every time she had the chance, and this was payback that Tessa would have to respect, and hopefully remember.

The limo door opened and Tessa swiveled her hips and rose to a standing position, naked as can be. She held her head high, stuck what Cindy now saw were pretty impressive breasts out, and sauntered in like a runway model, with a smile on her face that surprised Cindy. Rodney and Little Hollywood followed, looking like sheepish schoolboys in her wake. She stopped at the scanner, familiar with them from her air travels, raised her arms above her head, and pirouetted slowly, displaying a pair of erect and quite attractive nipples as she did do. Rodney and Little Hollywood stared at her adoringly, and even Cindy had to admit she looked pretty damn good for approaching forty.

Tessa saw Cindy and actually smiled more widely, which made Cindy nervous. "Cindy Nelson! I might have known you were behind an event like this in this town, but I had no idea the limo service was so good here! You are an absolute darling for inviting me, and sending these two wonderful young men to pick me up. But, I haven't been formally introduced to these gentlemen!" She batted her eye lashes.

Cindy knew she had to go with the flow, and said "Tessa, this is Rodney Driver and his cousin, Little Hollywood." The two of them were still grinning like schoolboys. "Boys, this is Tessa Formby, ace celebrity reporter for the Tattler!"

Tessa guffawed. "If you are Little Hollywood, how big is Big Hollywood?"

Little Hollywood looked like he was about to say "Ah, shucks, Ma'am", but Rodney answered for him. "They just call my other cousin Hollywood, but he is 'big time', since he made it to the NFL. It's a family joke."

Tessa turned to Cindy. "I completely understand about the embargo dear, and I admit that I have sort of jumped the gun in the past, so I assume you are going to have these two lovely men keep an eye on me until midnight?" She actually licked her lips, and Cindy laughed.

"Sorry, Tess, but they have to go get their dates and return for the party, but I do have a nice bedroom for you to rest and freshen up in. To be clear, the embargo does not end until dawn breaks over the capitol city, darling!" Giving Tessa a closer look, she saw some flushing and maybe a little bruising here and there.

Rodney gave Tess a look that would melt butter, and said, "We'll introduce you to our dates, and make sure you get home safe and sound after you file your story, though, Ms. Formby."

Tessa smiled like the cat that already ate one canary and was looking forward to more. "Ever the Texas gentleman, I find that so charming! I am sure my write up will reflect that this was a magical evening for everyone!" One of the Phi Phi pledges working as Cindy's assistants took Tess up to the same bedroom where Robbie had slept, and locked her in, after offering her a selection of sexy leather masks to wear when she was released just after the party began. She chose an electric blue one that she thought would highlight her skin and hair. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she got very wet all over again. This was going to be quite a party, after all.

Downstairs, all was ready and the clock struck midnight, and they began letting guests in. There was already an impressive queue on the road up to the house; they were all impatient to get inside. The Phi Phi pledge returned, unlocked the door, and led Tessa down the stairs, and she took in the setup of the party house. Tessa had not seen a three story tall waterfall into a hot tub since her last trip to Dubai, when she was a younger woman with another career. Rodney and Little Hollywood were a lot more fun and smelled a lot better than any of the 'clients' she had 'worked with' over there. Tessa found a seat where she could see the goings on, and prepared to use her memory, since she did not have her recorders anymore.

Cindy whispered in her ear, "The three celebrities that will appear nude are you, the TMZ reporter, and ..."

Before she could finish, Tessa dropped her happy face and interrupted: "You bitch! You tricked me!"

Cindy spoke the final name loudly in Tessa's ear. She stopped talking and did a double take. Cindy continued, "Her husband approves and is here to watch and enjoy. She is going to be doing less public work for the next few years to spend more time with their kids, so this is kind of a farewell appearance for a while, but she wants to leave her public something to think about!"

Tessa's mind raced! This was freakin' huge! Not just a story, but multiple maximum print headlines with her byline. She knew these two superstars often came to Texas between films to go to clubs and listen to music in disguise, and that they were here for the auto race, but this was beyond hot. She also felt genuine respect for Cindy. If she could pull this off, who knew what other shockers might come later? Tessa needed to stay on her good side.

"That's amazing Cindy! Can you give me some background information? Whose house is this, anyway?"

Cindy smiled. "It belongs to a mysterious billionaire who will be here tonight, but as an anonymous guest. He throws several parties a year here, but this one has really caught the buzz, hasn't it? And although there will be lots of celebs here, some of the most interesting people here tonight may be those you have never heard of before. Don't overlook them, as they may provide some hot story angles." Tessa realized that two of them already had.

Cindy moved on toward the entrance as the first guests passed through the thick two story tall front doors. Each one stopped and stared, just as planned, at the volume of the space, the giant mural, the stage, the hot tub waterfall, and the pool and the indoor outdoor swim out. The men especially were transfixed by the pool full of naked Phi Phi pledges swimming about and splashing each other. It would take almost an hour for all the guests to filter in and look around to see who else was here. As suggested in the invitation only tweets, most of the women were dressed as 'the sexiest you that you can be' with knockout racy costumes and garish masks that hid their identities. The men were mostly in 'Texas tuxedo' of a tux jacket and blue jeans, which the F1 crowd had taken to like ducks to water. Many had added Stetson hats with or without team logos.

The huge left side of the house was a giant north facing four story high glass curtain wall, but for tonight's party, it had been covered with a huge expanse of drywall, which served several purposes. On its face, literally, it was a giant mural which looked like a cross between a New Yorker distorted map cartoon and one of those 'Welcome to Austin' post cards. It showed Austin as the center of the universe, Texas as about 75% of the area of the known universe, and few distant points, all of which happened to have either F1 racetracks or the HQ of one of the constructors or major sponsors. The Circuit of the Americas racetrack was prominently featured east of town, as was the university and other landmarks familiar to the race goers, and historical landmarks like the Armadillo World Headquarters and the Vulcan Gas Company. But behind the wooden studs and drywall supporting the mural were a big brute force jamming array which would make getting cell phone calls, Wi-Fi, or any other kind of wireless transmissions in and out of the party practically impossible; powerful infrared and ultrasonic sources that would confound at least 98% of the autofocus systems on cell phone and other digital cameras; and a huge set of advanced video cameras pre-focused and hidden by the features of the mural that would take footage of the stage, dance floor, and party areas. All of the rest of the wall space inside the house was covered with posters and graphics that were half F1 racing themes and half Austin and Texas themes. There was a temporary metal interior wall to the right, completely blocking access to the study and elevators that led to the sub basements and the tunnels to the other house we had found during the Halloween party.

Each of us had a few 'discretionary' invitations in addition to those purely crafted to create buzz and stories after the party. Mille had invited her Phi Phi pledges to do their nudie duty, and several other friends, including Dana Duke, the hottest golfer I knew. Mei Ling came with Cisco, who I had invited, along with Oiler and Gretchen, Kevin and Lou, and Abelard Peters, and Ivor Greentree. They were all very excited to get the invitations, although Abelard and Ivor did not know exactly how they got them. I decided not to push the issue with Peggy. I also had to decide who to greet as Master and who to keep in the dark about my 'secret identity'.

Directly in front of the entrance was an area set up like a reception line, with a "clothing check' counter manned by more naked Phi Phi girls in electric blue face masks, where people could leave their clothes and shoes and enjoy the hot tub and pool unencumbered. About half of the guests so far were doing so, the women keeping their masks on, and the men donning little black 'Lone Ranger' face style masks handed out at the clothing check counter. When almost all the guests except those that were trying to be more than stylishly late had arrived, Cindy took to the stage in a stunning French Maid costume that left little to the imagination, save her face covered by another electric blue mask.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the 'addicted to' after party! We will have several stage acts, several sets of music for dancing, and a finale' that will leave you wanting more, and hoping to get invited next year! The crowd cheered lustily. "First, a music video by one of the bands that will play live a little later, and will soon be known all over the world. I give you The Goompers!"

A big silver screen rolled down like a curtain behind the lectern where Cindy had been standing, and the Goompers video that had been shot at the UDP Halloween party began to play, with the audio booming from some amazing speaker arrays. Soon almost everyone in the audience was tapping their feet and enjoying the video. I found it strange to see myself larger than life on the silver screen, but was even more impressed with how my three girls looked. There was a good deal of conversation about the video, and when it ended, the girls and I made our entrance down the long stairway opposite the hot tub waterfall, to much muttering both of the audible and the Suzie varieties. I had decided to try to remain the strong silent type to protect my secret identify, and I was getting to be really good with twirling that cape.

Suzanne made an introduction to the next act, the Chiksee Dix, and there was a rabid reaction from the audience. The band's costumes were highly arresting if not frankly disconcerting. They were keeping it weird indeed. They had on plum purple bikinis like Lou had worn to the lake, except with nipple cutouts and transparent plastic dick pouches, which I guess would soon be no longer needed. I shivered at the thought. But the music was strangely beguiling, and they got a standing ovation, so to speak. Then the Goompers came out and did a live set while the audience danced, hit the food and drink area, or splashed from pool to pool. We sat in some tall director's chairs on the darkened stage, waiting for the music to end and our 'sexual fortune teller' act to begin.

Cindy Nelson had indeed loved the idea for the fortune teller bit, and she had certainly found some ways to improve it. She put Millie together with a screen writer from the ESU theatre arts program, who interviewed Millie like a 'method actor' to 'discover her motivation'. What she learned blew her away, and somehow she tapped into Millie's own little personal journey and sexual awakening, and then wrote it up like an improvisational stage play with a riveting introduction that was guaranteed to get the audience's attention. I read the schematic script and thought it was killer, but the dress rehearsal with stand in women had affected me even more strongly. Now, with a huge and excited audience listening in hushed anticipation and the real and motivated women in attendance, I knew something special was about to happen, and I hoped my Suzie senses and intuition would prove to be up to the task.

Suzanne, at first seemingly alone on stage brightly spotlighted in that incredible red leather outfit and mask, sitting up high in a tall black leather director's chair, reached out and grabbed the audience with her commanding stage voice, with a little added throaty inflection.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we now come to a special part of our evening together. This is an intimate gathering, in a very special and intimate setting, and we are about to pull back the curtains on a very intimate subject: true and lasting love and sexual satisfaction. We will pull no punches in our hard hitting search for the truth, and the brave women you will see on our stage tonight will reveal their most secret desires, as our mystical Gypsy Sexual Fortune Teller helps them find their true sexual needs and the way to find true fulfillment."

There was not a whisper anywhere. She had them from "Ladies and Gentlemen."

"The stories you will hear tonight are the true stories of real women. Their faces and identities will be concealed, but nothing else will be, as you will soon see! But first, let me introduce Madam Mons Veneris, the sexual soothsayer!" Another spotlight suddenly fell on Millie, seated on another tall leather director's chair in her glinting and sparkling all metal fuck toy costume and grey leather hood, complete with silver and gold nipple clips shining and reflecting in the lights, and the gold and silver rings around her pussy and anus clearly showing her starkly exposed body. There was a massed intake of breath from the audience. "Although she is blindfolded by her leather hood, her mystic talents will let her see right into the heart and soul of each brave woman that will appear before us!"

Suzanne uncrossed and re-crossed her legs casually, but instantly I realized that the little zipper covers in her costume's leather bikini bottom had been removed, and so did everyone else in the audience. I could feel her lusty and excited Suzie signal as her exhibitionistic streak got out, and I wanted to reach out and touch her right now. She continued "Everyone here has heard the old saying about a man 'thinking with his dick', haven't you?" There was nervous laughter. "In fact, some of you men just did, didn't you?"