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Tanvi walked through the room, her high heels making a loud clacking sound against the marble floor. People stopped talking to each other and turned to stare at her. She was wearing a tight white vest showing enough of her pearly white cleavage to titillate any male past puberty, with tight dark blue jeans beneath that accentuated the curve of her hips. She wore no bra underneath the vest and if one looked closely, he or she could make out her nipples pointing out through the fabric of the vest.
Tanvi reached the centre of the room and clapped her hands loudly.
“OK everyone, eyes on me,” she said. ‘As if they weren’t on my ass or my cleavage already,’ she thought to herself.
“There are a few rules to this party,” she continued staring at the motley mix of couples. Most of them had been keeping to themselves so far. “Number one, there are time gates. Everyone has to undress to their undergarments by 8 p.m. By 8:30 p.m, everyone should be completely nude. By 9 p.m., every couple should be having sex.”
There was a handsome looking tall man with a tiny small breasted girl to her right, both of them newcomers. Tanvi could see his erection making a tent in his shorts. Tanvi stared at his crotch for a moment before moving her gaze – she felt her vagina get wetter and gulped. She brought her mind back to what she was supposed to be talking about: the party’s rules of engagement.
“You can get naked or start having sex before these time gates, but if you are not meeting the time criterion for any of the activities, you will be asked to leave,” Tanvi continued.
The man was almost 7 feet tall, Tanvi thought and the girl he was with was barely 5 feet tall. ‘If his organ was as big and wide as him, would he even fit inside the small girl’s vagina?’ Tanvi mused. Despite being a newcomer, there was a sly confident smile on his face. Tanvi couldn’t recall the last time a newcomer had been this confident, with an erection so evident to the entire world, in one of her sex parties since she had moved back to Delhi. In Philly and then New York, yes, men and women had usually been confident enough to look other people in the eyes at her parties, but such confidence was rare for Delhi. In fact, shyness was the reason she had to introduce the concept of time gates to her parties. Else people would just eat, booze, dance and flirt a little bit with the opposite sex, and then leave.
Tanvi turned around to face the other half of her audience in the roughly circular hall, hoping that this time her roving eye wouldn’t linger on the large man’s crotch-tent.
“Second, and this is important,” she said. “No means no... If a man or woman or couple says ‘No’ to you, you may not proceed. Any violations of consent are to be flagged to me. Just raise a hand for me to see or shout out my name, which is?”
“Tanvi!” about half the room said in unison.
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