A Lana Del Rey song played faintly in the background of the luxurious restroom. I inhaled, catching whiffs of rose and lilac, and finished blotting my ruby red lipstick.

Staring right into the mirror at myself, I placed my ornate, gold mask over 3/4 of my face. Visible, were my boldly made up eyes and my lips.

I walked slowly towards the grand hall, listening to the echoes my Louboutins made on the marble floor. Jazz music filled my ears as I entered the hall. It was dimly lit, ostentatious, and erotic.

Scores of beautiful couples were strewn across the burgundy plush love seats and on top of nearly all visible surfaces. Some danced, some wined, but most made love. All kinds of sex, in every imaginable position. It was a nymphomaniac's heaven.

The list for invitees to the annual Halloween Sex Soiree was small and exclusive. Everyone here was from the elite class. The exciting factor was that it was strictly masquerade. Our prominent identities were hidden, and we drew ourselves to one another based on all other physical factors. Most of the guests here tonight were probably co-workers, friends, even old lovers. But it was a night where none of that mattered, and we could act only on instinct and carnal lust.

I rubbed a martini glass between my fingers, taking it all down. Another, to get a nice buzz.

I admired an attractive trio, enjoying a tryst on the white Steinway. Their bodies moved like water through each other..it was mesmerizing.

"Enjoying your view?" A deep male voice said behind me. He slipped his hand around my waist and bent his lips to my ear. "Because I'm enjoying mine"

I turned, gazing at his luscious lips and into his steel grey eyes. I found great thrill in being unable to further identify him, and let biology take over. Oxytocin and vasopressin released itself from my pituitary, stimulating my natural sexual response. Pheromones radiating from the charming stranger sparked a deep, primal lust. Subconsciously I straightened and drew closer to him, pressing gently against his chest. My cheeks blushed but he couldn't see. He could only smell and sense and...taste

We kissed. A raw, slow, time-stopping kiss. He took my glass from me and entwined our fingers together, pressing me against the wall behind us.

I wanted it fast and hard. I wasn't here to fall in love. Our bodies silently communicated and my kisses grew harder, with nipping and biting from his lower lip down to his collarbone. I left a trail of red poison.

My black skirt was leather, but flexible. He slid it up around my hips and opened me up. He gripped my thigh and pressed his body against mine, breathing heavily as I undid his pants. It felt like I was made of wax from the heavy air, the unbridled lust spurring inside of me, and the sinful scent of sex in the air.

He slammed his cock inside me hard, the way I needed it. We both cried out and melted together like birthday candles. I clung to his neck and groaned as he pounded me against the wall like a naughty school girl after class. He filled me and pleasured me right down to my core and I rewarded him with kisses and squeezes. I gripped his curly blond hair and begged him to fuck me harder.

We were lost in our own world, and the rest of the grand hall became little more than background noise. He was so deep inside of me, it was like our bodies were one. I felt every inch and thrust, and moaned happily as I was wildly fucked.

Our apex came together. He thrust hard and went still inside of me, holding my body tightly like it may float away in the wind. I orgasmed with every part of my lower half and nearly sunk to the ground from the force.

I'll take off my mask if you take of yours He said with a grin.

Okay but just for a second...one two three-

I gasped as I stared into the eyes of..my boss.