The Fun House
Diamond Jones hasn’t had the greatest luck when it came to the opposite sex so hasn’t dated for two years. Her best friend, Tia, comes to visit and decides that fun is going to be their top priority for the weekend. To achieve her objective, Tia enlisted Kain Williams and his friend Trey. Will the men help or hinder the women to obtain their ultimate goal? Or will Diamond’s biggest fears in life prevail?
“Welcome to the Fun House.” She reached over the desk and shook their hands. “Thank you, Sissy, you may go now.”
“Thank you. I’m Tia and this is my friend, Diamond.”
“Ahh, yes, the ladies Miss Jessie spoke of. Do you have the card? I’m sorry, but she won’t be here tonight. She said she’s caught up with something else and has asked that I extend her greetings and her hospitality to you.”
“Come darlings. Let me take you to where you can change,” Cassandra said.
Cassandra led them through a door just beyond her desk and down another hall to the locker room. Diamond’s eyes grew as Cassandra walked in front of them. Now that she was away from her desk, they could see her outfit in its entirety. Along with the corset, she wore nothing but a matching thong, black thigh high stockings and patent leather stilettos.
Diamond turned away embarrassed. Tia smothered her titters behind her hand at Diamond’s reaction and shook her head. At the end of the long hallway, Cassandra opened the door to let them into a small locker area.
“The locks are hanging on all the lockers. The ones with the keys still in them are available. When you are done changing, follow the same hall back to my desk and I’ll have a guide waiting for you,” she explained then left them alone.
“Well, this is different,” Diamond said in monotone.
Tia unzipped her shorts. “Different doesn’t mean bad.”
Diamond pulled off her shirt. “Yeah, well, I don’t think Joyce or Jessie lives here. I don’t think anyone lives here,” she added, panic tainting her words.
“No, I don’t think so, either. What I do think is if everyone is dressed like Cassandra, we will be grossly over-dressed in our tank top and biker shorts,” Tia told her with a laughing grin.
“That’s not funny. I’m not so sure about this, Tia.” She stopped undressing and sat on a bench.
“Lighten up, Diamond. I don’t think anyone is going to attack you. I don’t get that vibe in here. Let’s stay long enough to check it out, at least. If you really hate it, we’ll leave. Who knows, you may actually have a good time.”
“Well…okay. But when I’m ready to go, promise me we’ll leave.”
Tia threw her right hand in the air. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, scout’s honor. Now let’s go.”
“Yeah, right. Like you were any kind of a scout,” Diamond mumbled, following her.
They retraced their steps. Cassandra beckoned them over when they emerged from the hallway.
“Come darlings. I want you to meet Isis. She will be your guide.”
Isis, a beautiful young, African American woman, wore a silky, white, toga type dress. The front hung low showing off impressive cleavage.
“This is—” Cassandra started, but Isis held up her hand to stop her.
“Cassandra, please let them choose a name first and I’ll call them by that.”
“We have to pick another name?” Diamond asked, looking between her and Tia. “Why?”
“Because we prefer to protect the identities of those who wish their identities to be protected,” Isis explained, handing her a black feathered mask. “Because of that, only the staff goes unmasked.” She handed Tia a silvery one.
“Are we hiding?” Diamond asked nervously, accepting the mask.
“No, of course not. In this house, every fantasy and any fantasy can take place. Some people’s fantasies are a little wilder than others and they may be embarrassed by them.” She smiled. “They could be our lawyers…”
Tia and Diamond exchanged a look.
“Our doctors, teachers…” Isis continued.
“Or even our next door neighbors and grocery clerks. They come here so they can watch, indulge, fantasize or just have an uncomplicated no strings attached sexual encounter and then go back to their everyday lives without being judged. It’s for them that we asked all visitors to wear masks.”
“I see your point,” Tia said adjusting the mask over her head. “I wish I could’ve chosen a cool name like yours. Do names often repeat in here?”
“Yes, of course. But just like outside it’s the person and the personality that makes me different from another Isis that is here.”
“Hmm, how about Delilah? I always thought that was a pretty name,” Tia suggested.
“It’s beautiful and what about you?” Isis said, turning to Diamond.
“I don’t know. I don’t think I can do this,” she replied nervously.
“Oh, come on, girl. We already discussed this. I promised,” Tia said, pouting.
Diamond let out an exasperated breath. “Oh, all right. How about,” she paused in thought, “Ruby?” she finally said and put on the mask.
“No, girl, uh-uh. Don’t use your mom’s name. That’s just nasty.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” She chuckled. “Okay, what about…Sapphire?”
Delilah nodded in approval. “I like it.”
Isis smiled. “Good, shall we begin our tour?”