The Swap Party: New boyfriend takes me to an orgy
Jace told me to dress séxy. That was the only instruction. Just one short message: “Wear something hot. We’re going to a party.”
That was all the excuse I needed. I went shopping the next morning and treated myself to a new bra and panty set that matched my skin tone, a white shirt that might as well be transparent, and a bright pink skirt that barely covered my ass. I had a purse the same shade as the skirt. If anyone looked at me from the right angle, they’d see my panties. That was the plan.
The whole outfit begged for attention. My nípples would probably show through the fabric if the lighting hit right. Just to be sure, I kept an ice cube on hand to rub over them right before Jace showed up.
I slipped into a pair of four-inch pink
