The paint was very cold as it hit my face, and Dave started on one cheek, moving evenly over my tightly closed eyes.The paint was very cold as it hit my face, and Dave started on one cheek, moving evenly over my tightly closed eyes. The paint stayed cold as the alcohol evaporated and I could smell the vapors. Dave fanned at my face with a cardboard sheet and told me to open my eyes. "Pocahontas" was standing directly in front of me when I did, and she gasped as my eyes opened suddenly, seeming to jump out of the black mask. Her nipples were pushing against the material and her face seemed flushed. Dave motioned for us to change places and we did. My reaction when she opened her eyes was the same, a slight start when her eyes opened and became a stark contrast to the deep black mask. Dave told us to put our cheap masks back on, so that no one would know until after midnite. We both caught his laughter and replaced our masks and rejoined the party. Sondra caught up with me at the bar (now tended by a 30's gangster), and led me out back onto the deck. She drew my attention down the slope of the yard where, in the darkness, I could see two figures moving in a very specific rhythmn. I looked at her and she giggled that it was "Cleopatra" and "Tarzan" down there fucking each other silly. |