The Society - Party Crashers

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Twin sisters in rural England crash the wrong party with very interesting, life-changing effects.

"The Society" stories are not a sequential series of stories but rather a collection of separate stories that are all set in the world inhabited by members of The Society. Each story or series stands on its own although they do rely somewhat on the history and traditions of The Society. You need not have read the other stories of this collection to understand this story.

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"Yvonne, I'm bored," whined Yvette. "Mother insists that we stay here on the estate during our summer holiday, but there is absolutely nothing to do out here in the middle of nowhere." Her mouth was scrunched up in a pout and her arms were crossed before her in exasperation. "It would be different if the Lord were in residence, but it is just us and mother here in the house keeper's cottage. There isn't anyone at all in the manor house. The rest of the servants stay in London with the Lord, and the grounds keepers live all the way over on the other side of the estate. Besides, they are all old men. They must be at least in their thirties."

Yvonne laughed. "We are more than halfway there already, sister. On our next birthday we will be twenty. Thirty isn't that old."

"Maybe that's why mother insists that we don't go over to the other side of the estate," replied Yvette with a little less whine in her voice. "She never wants us to have any fun..." Then, grinning broadly with her eyes slightly sparkling, she added, "... especially not THAT kind of fun."

"I think mother would be very surprised at how much fun we have at school," answered Yvonne. "She probably thinks we are both still her dear sweet, twin, pre-pubescent virgins. If it weren't for the fact that she had us, I would wonder if she knows anything at all about sex."

"Mother will be back from her nightly inspection and cleaning soon." said Yvette. "Keep an eye out while I check my email and messages on her computer. Hers is the only one with internet access and she won't let us activate wi-fi on the router. There is no cell service out here so I haven't been able to check anything for two days. I think she doesn't want us to be able to contact any boys and let them know where we are."

"I'll let you know if the lights go out at the manor house." answered Yvonne. "Then you watch while I check my accounts."

Yvette reached over to turn on her mother's computer, but as soon as she touched the mouse, the screen lit up. "Mom left it on!" she exclaimed. "And she is up in her email account! There is a forward here from the Lord. He says that he will not be able to be at the manor this weekend for the party and that mother is to personally extend his regrets to Squire Adamson. There is an attachment labeled 'Invitation.' I am going to open it and see what it is."

When Yvette clicked on the file, a pop-up appeared saying "Password Protected File."

"Shit!" she exclaimed. "It's password protected." But then another program showed a pop-up asking if it should fill in the login screen. "Mom left her password program open too. She must have already opened this because it's filling in the password for me. I can't believe this."

Yvonne came over to look at the document as it opened. In very ornate script it said, "Squire Adamson, English Representative to The Inner Circle, Cordially invites all Masters and Mistresses in good standing with The Society to a weekend party at Twelve Oaks. The weekend will begin with a Masked Ball and Fancy Dress Party on Friday evening."

In smaller, standard italic script at the bottom of the page, it added, "Only Dommes and Masseurs need worry about mask and dress. All others will be clothed appropriately to their station."

The twins looked at each other with matching sly grins and said simultaneously "Sister, would you like to crash a party?"

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The next day, both Yvette and Yvonne complained loudly all morning about being bored. After several hours of this, their mother, predictably, sent them up to the manor house to dust. That had been her standard response to their claims of boredom since they were little girls. They always pleaded not to have to do such boring and menial work, but their mother always reminded them, "I am the Lord's housekeeper. When you are not around, it is I who do such boring and menial work. If you can't find something else to keep yourselves occupied, you will spare me the boredom of such menial tasks."

Their mother had evidently never figured out that the manor house was very seldom really in need of dusting since it was closed up tightly whenever the Lord and his personal servants were away. Besides, their mother dusted everything at least once a week or so just to keep busy while the Lord was away.

What the twins actually did in the time they were alone together at the manor house was to quickly dust the entryways, and then explore the manor's many rooms and corridors, especially the ancient attics and cellars. They had been in every room in the manor house except the Lord's bedroom, which was always locked, and one area of the basement which appeared to have been sealed off for some reason.

As soon as their mother sent them up to the manor house, Yvonne and Yvette went directly to the attic over the north wing. It was there that they had once discovered, and many times explored, the clothes storage. At the end of the north attic, stacked against the ancient brick walls, were layer upon layer of trunks and boxes that contained "ordinary clothing" that had been put into the attic when it went out of fashion. In the center, hanging carefully on metal racks and covered in heavy linen protectors, were gowns and suits of every style dating back centuries. On shelves along the sloped area beneath the roof itself, were small boxes with shoes, hats, gloves, and even ancient looking masks from balls and parties of eras long ago. It was the perfect place to find costumes to wear to Squire Adamson's fancy dress masked ball.

The twins tried on scores of gowns, rejecting each of them until they both selected similar gowns that were labeled on their hangers as being from the 1860's. Both had chosen gowns in shades of blue that went well with their pale skin and light brown hair. The gowns even showed off the slight red highlights in their hair. The twins had always been thankful that their hair was not the typical British "mouse brown" with almost no highlights.

One thing that surprised the twins was that the gowns were almost skin tight and held their breasts tightly in an open top. "I'm going to have to be careful I don't put my hands too far above my head," giggled Yvonne. "Or I will pop at least one nipple out of this gown. There is no way that either of us can wear a bra with these. And the way the top of the dress is shaped, it is almost as if our nipples are supposed to show.

"Maybe that was the fashion back then," answered Yvette. Then she added, "I don't remember seeing dresses like this in my history books."

"I do," said Yvonne. "There were a lot of dresses back in the late 1700's and early 1800's where the nipples were just barely covered and even some where your boobs lay out there in the open, almost like they were on a shelf. But usually those dresses were of French design and had really wide hips or a huge booty formed by a wire cage bustle attached to a corset. I don't remember seeing anything this straight and tight. Maybe someone was trying to create a new fashion that didn't catch on in London so it didn't show up in the history books."

"I think zippers were new back then," said Yvette, cocking her head as if trying to remember something. "Maybe a tight dress like this was a way of showing off that you could afford that cutting edge fashion technology."

"Or maybe," Yvonne added, "these are gowns worn by courtesans who entertained the Lords in their bedrooms rather than prim and proper ladies who got pictured in the history books."

Yvonne slid her hands down her sides past her hips and observed, "In any case, either they had really small thongs back then or they didn't wear anything at all under these gowns. There's no way that you could wear a corset under this. My panty lines show up like pleats on this fabric. We are going to end up having to go totally commando for these gowns to work."

"Like we've never done that before," laughed Yvette as she set down a pair of shoes next to her gown. "We've got gowns, shoes, and masks. Our costumes are complete. Now our only problem is how to slip away from mother for the evening."

"One thing at a time, dear sister," answered Yvonne. "Let's get these things back to the cottage and then we can plot our next move."

When they returned to the cottage, Yvonne kept her mother distracted while Yvette sneaked two large armfuls of clothing into their bedroom and then returned to the kitchen. They were just starting to slip into the next room to come up with a plan of escape when their mother, who was preparing the evening meal, sighed loudly and said, "I am afraid I am going to have to leave you two alone for the weekend."

The twins turned to look at her, trying not to smile - or whoop with joy. She explained, "The Lord has asked me to bring some things down to him in London on Friday and I will be gone until late Sunday afternoon. I expect that you two will be able to behave yourselves for that long."

As usual, Yvette and Yvonne answered together, "We don't have much choice, do we? There isn't anywhere to get into trouble around here anyway. It will be another boring weekend, but we will behave ourselves."

Mother smiled at her twins and they smiled back. Her smile was a mother's smile of satisfaction that her daughters had not overly objected to being alone for the weekend. Their smile was one of anticipation of somehow slipping into a fancy dress party at the neighboring estate.

With mother gone, it was going to be easy. After all, it was a masked costume ball. How would anyone know that they were not invited guests? Their only problem now was figuring out how best to sneak into Twelve Oaks.

Later that evening the twins went to their room to plot their adventure. "I know we can get onto the grounds of Twelve Oaks through the servant's path," said Yvonne. "It connects the two estates. Butlers and maids and stable boys have been running back and forth for this or that since White Manor was first built. Mom has sent us over to Twelve Oaks once or twice with messages or to borrow or return something. Even though it has been a few years, I remember the path pretty well. But there is no way we can travel that path without getting the gowns dirty, and there is absolutely no way we can climb the style over the wall with those tight gowns almost hobbling us. If we wear something else and carry the gowns, then when we get there we will have to hide our extra clothing somewhere where it won't be found by the Squire's security people. If they patrol with dogs, they will smell our scent on the clothing and be on it like a pig on truffles."

"The answer is obvious then, isn't it sister? We sneak over to The Ten Oaks in our underwear and put the gowns on once we are close to the house. The back gardens will be dark. As long as we avoid the guards, no one will see us."

"You are forgetting something, Yvette," said Yvonne. "We won't be wearing underwear - or anything else under those gowns. If we are carrying the gowns, then we are walking around naked."

"Where's your sense of adventure?" countered Yvette. "What's the worst that can happen to us? One of the guards sees our naked bodies before they run us off. Didn't you run alongside me on Naked Mile Night at school when we ran through the streets with nothing on but a mask over our faces. And those masks weren't anywhere near as full and fancy as the ones we will be wearing Friday."

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And so it was that shortly after dark on Friday night, the twins, naked except for their shoes and masks, crept from the housekeeper's cottage toward the woods that formed the boundary between the two estates. They had turned the dresses inside out and carefully folded them so that they would not accidentally brush the outside of the fabric against something and get them dirty.

"Lucky for us there's a moon tonight," said Yvonne as they walked toward the towering beech trees at the edge of the woods.

"I don't know about that," answered Yvette. "It is bright enough I am casting a shadow, and your lily white skin is almost glowing in the moonlight. We can probably be seen for miles."

"My skin isn't lily white. And there isn't anybody around for miles to see us."

They continued down the path which was lined by ancient hawthorns. After a short while, Yvette spoke again, "Mom said that White Manor and Twelve Oaks were built by brothers. This path was probably hedged off with hawthorn trees way back then. You can see that the path used to come directly up to the manor house on this end. That means it will probably also lead us directly to the manor house at Twelve Oaks. Everything is going just like we planned."

Nothing messes up well-laid plans better than saying that everything is going exactly as planned. As the light of the moon began to become more dim through the dense trees, Yvonne stopped and said, "Oh oh."

"What?" answered Yvette.

"That area up ahead is often wet and I can see the reflection of moonlight on the top of the leaves. Our heels will punch through the leaves and into the mud below. We are going to get our shoes all muddy."

"No problem," responded Yvette, "we just take our shoes off. The leaves should protect our feet, but even if it doesn't that's OK. If there is any mud on our feet, we wipe our feet carefully on the grass right after we come out of the woods." She paused and then added, "And while we are at it, I have to take off this mask. I can't see clearly enough in this dim light. I've already run into a couple of low hanging branches. You'd better remove your mask, too. We can't risk them getting damaged or knocked off into the mud."

Yvonne held Yvette's dress for her while she removed her shoes, very carefully wiped them down with dried leaves and then placed them and her mask within the folds of the dress. Yvette then took the bundles of cloth while Yvonne did the same thing. They were now totally naked and barefoot walking through the ancient hedgerow path that connected White Manor and Twelve Oaks.

The path ended at a wall that towered several feet above the twin's heads. It was apparent that at one time there had been an arched gate through the wall. The old opening was still clearly visible since it had been bricked up with stone that did not quite match the rest of the wall and the arch was still prominent in the sealed opening.

"They probably sealed it up once the estates were no longer owned by related families," observed Yvette.

"Yeah," answered Yvonne. "Once there was be no reason for the Lord of White Manor to stroll over to his brother's house for the evening they closed it off and let the path deteriorate. Only servants must have used the path after that."

She huffed her dissatisfaction, pointed at a narrow wooden set of steps that looked like a step ladder straddling the wall, and added. "Lords and Ladies get a gate. Servants and tradesmen have to climb over."

Such "styles" were often used in the country to allow people over low fences or hedgerows while still keeping the animals in place. They were, however, usually much wider and normally only three or four steps to the top. This style was at least a dozen steps and had no platform at the top. Instead you had to straddle the wall from one ladder to the other and then turn to descend on the other side.

"Last chance to turn back," said Yvette. Yvonne's answer was to start climbing the narrow style. At the top of the wall she was fully bathed in moonlight and her skin shone brightly against the night sky. As Yvonne swung her leg over the top of the wall toward the ladder on the other side, the moonlight glistened on the wetness between her legs.

"Hey sister," chided Yvette. "What's with the love juice fountain? No panties, remember? You'd better control yourself or you will end up with a wet splotch on your ass."

"I'm not the only one turned on by this, sister," answered Yvonne. I could smell you as we walked down the pathway. We may be identical twins, but you have a slightly different scent than me."

Yvette reached her hand down between her legs and felt the slight dampness of her pubic hair. "Oh," she said with a start. "OK. Maybe both of us need to control ourselves or we will end up having to stand back to back all night to hide our wet spots."

Yvonne just laughed and continued on down the steps on the other side of the wall. Soon she was joined by Yvette. The path on the Twelve Oaks side of the wall was better kept, and there was a large area adjacent to the wall that looked like it might be used as a picnic area or something. The path itself was clear of leaves and debris and had a sparse coating of grass.

"Let's wait until we get a little closer to the house before we put these on in case we run into more water or mud." advised Yvette. Yvonne nodded her head and the two naked girls began walking up the pathway toward the house.

The path grew slightly wider and a little more moonlight began to filter through the trees. When they could see the glow of lights from the manor house and hear music from the party, they stepped back into the shadows next to the hedgerow.

"It's time to get ready for the ball," giggled Yvonne. "Hold my things while I put my dress on and then I will help you get into yours. And remember, once we get into the house, the secret is to get a half-empty drink in your hand as soon as possible. When they see the drink, they think you have been there for a while and don't question where you came from."

A few minutes later, two masked young women in almost matching, blue antique gowns walked serenely out of the shadows of the back garden and onto one of the rear patios of the Twelve Oaks manor house. There must have been a pre-party reception on the patio, because just outside the door to the manor house there was a tray with filled champagne glasses sitting next to an uncorked, empty bottle. Another tray holding empty glasses sat next to it. Yvette grabbed one of the full glasses, dumped half of it into one of the empties and handed the half-full glass of champagne to her sister. Yvonne and Yvette were ready to party.

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With champagne in hand, Yvonne and Yvette walked into the large ballroom of the Twelve Oaks manor house. What they saw inside nearly caused them to drop the glasses from their hands. It was definitely a fancy dress party, and there were many people there in costumes and masks similar to their own. But there were also many people in the ballroom who were not wearing costumes. In fact, they were not wearing anything.

A naked young woman, who appeared to be not much older than the twins, stepped up to them with a tray and asked, "Would the Mistresses desire an appetizer?" Yvonne smiled at her, speechless. Yvette merely nodded and took a canape from the tray.

After the naked server had moved on, Yvonne pulled Yvette back toward the door and said to her, "I think we have gotten into something we shouldn't have. We'd better get out of here while we still can."

Yvette, however, pulled her back toward the center of the room while whispering rather loudly, "In for a penny, in for a pound. We might as well enjoy ourselves until we get caught and thrown out."

Yvonne was about to argue with her when a very handsome, black gentleman carrying an empty glass walked up to them and said, "Ah, another couple whom I can't identify immediately. But don't worry. I will figure out who you are before the masks come off at midnight."