The Tea Party extended preview

The Tea Party.

             Taylor pulled at her arm as she walked through the gardens, looking for her destination. She had taken the day off work for a little. . . fun time, as some would put it. A few days ago, she got a letter in the mail promising her the most fantastic, bewildering time of her life. 

It would be a one-day-only event, and if she missed it, she would regret it for the rest of her days.

             For a while, Taylor didn’t understand how she could regret missing a silly ole tea party. Weren’t those supposed to be for the old geezers or little kids? But as time went on, the thought itched in her brain. Just what would happen if she went? How would it be the most fantastic thing in her life? Besides, having a free day off work wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. 

One less day dealing with screaming children was a plus in her book.

             She turned a corner in the hedge maze and smirked. “Well, it seems I have finally found my destination.” She walked up to the small gathering of ladies all around glistening white tables. “Hello, I am—”

             A young woman in a tight blue dress jumped to her feet. “Hold it!” She looked Taylor over. “You need to change. NOW!”

             “What?” Taylor looked at her clothing. “What is wrong with my clothes?” She looked at the other girls, who were all in either mini dresses, skirts, or some very skin-tight blouse that seemed to. . .” Taylor took a deep breath as she looked away from the young lady.  How is that woman breathing when her outfit seems to be pressing so tightly against her breasts?”

             The woman in the tight blue dress crossed her arms. “This party has a dress code. Not to worry,” she said, pointing at a provocative red dress. “You can change into that.”

             Taylor gulped. “But. . . that will hardly cover my legs.”

             The other girls giggled. “You want to participate in the tea party, right?” the lady smirked. Either change or go home.”

             Taylor walked over and picked up the dress. She hadn’t seen anything so slutty in her life. “Okay, I will do it.”

             “Good.” The woman extended out her hand. “Welcome to the party. The name is Victoria.”

             “Taylor.”

             “Put it on, and we can start. You were the last girl to arrive.” Victoria turned around and clapped her hands. “Chop, chop.”

             Taylor picked up the dress and walked around a nearby hedge. “This is a bit. . . odd.” She slipped off her shirt. “But I should be okay. Ughhh.” The dress pressed tightly against her skin as she slid it on. “Man, this thing really shows off my bra,” she scratched at her side. And my hips.” She walked around the side of the hedge. Okay, I am ready.”

             Victoria giggled. “Drop the pants.”

             “What?”

             She put her hands on her hips. “Come on, girl. Show us those legs already. You do want to play, don’t you?”

             “I. . .” Taylor blushed. “I don’t remember the card saying this is going to be the most slutty tea party of your life.” She dropped her pants, her dress now barely containing her butt and panties. “Okay. I am ready.”

             “Good. Now, come over here and find a seat.” Taylor sat in a pear-white chair with flowers on the back. “Okay, everyone.” Victoria sat down in a padded chair. I know you are all excited to get started and a bit curious about why you are all wearing your exotic clothing.”

             A woman next to Taylor nodded her head. “Yes, I am a tad curious as to why I look like a slutty version of Alice out of the rabbit hole.”

             Another woman giggled. “You look so sexy I could dive into your rabbit hole anytime.”

             Victoria clapped her hands. “Now, please. I went to a lot of trouble to get this party organized. And I will have order.” She looked around. “Any troublemakers will be dealt with. Am I understood?” Everyone nodded. “Good. Now, here are the rules.”

             Taylor raised an eyebrow. “Rules?”

             Victoria giggled. “Yes, silly. This is a magical tea party, so we need rules.” She crossed her arms and set a bottle down on the table. “It is pretty much like your typical spin the bottle. 

But if it lands on you, that means you have to drink your tea.” She giggled. 

“Oh, and the tea is magical. I think I said that, but well.” She shrugged. Each of you has a different concoction, and it will be oh-so-fun to see how the day goes. In fact. . .” 

She licked her lips. “It may be difficult finishing the game. You will all so find out.”

             Taylor had no idea what the woman meant by that but shrugged. “This is better than a day at work. Even if she had to wear some skimpy ass outfit.”

             “Okay, if everyone is ready, then let’s play.” Victoria spun the bottle, and everyone cheered as it went round and round and round. Eventually, it slowed, the bottle pointing directly at Taylor. “Well, well. Looks like the latecomer has to go first.” Victoria crossed her legs. Hope you are up to it, deary.” She poured Taylor a cup of pipping hot tea. “Last chance to back out.”

             Taylor took the cup and stared at it. Something about the bubbling black waters seemed a bit. . . off. Still, she had come this far. She was not about to back out now. “Of course, I am up to it.” She raised the cup to her lip and drank it as if it were a shot of booze. Her eyes went wide the moment it touched her lips, a shot of flavor bursting into her body. Taylor tensed up, her free hand gripping her chair. As she set the cup down, she closed her blue eyes, her body trembling.

             “My dear, are you okay?” Victoria giggled. “You seem a bit. . . flustered.”

             Taylor moaned, her body quickly heating up. “I am. . . I. . .” She blushed as she looked around. “I am okay. I. . .” It was a lie; her body was on fire. Her boobs felt hot, full, and hard, and her ass pressed tightly against her panties. She felt so hot she swore she was burning up. Taylor blushed more as the feeling consumed her. “Ohh fuck.”

             “Everything alright, dear?” Victoria giggled.

             Taylor began to rub her breasts, unable to contain herself. “What. . . was in that drink?” She squeezed her right breast, trying to sate her sudden, strange thirst. “I. . .” She looked at the girl sitting next to her. “Oh, you look so. . .” Her ears twitched. “Cute.”

             The woman arched an eyebrow. ‘Huh,” She gasped as Taylor’s breasts suddenly swelled almost an entire cup size. “What in the world?”