Ezra and Emmerson exchanged hot texts for the rest of the week. He kept asking her to send nudes, but she wasn't comfortable enough. He on the other hand, had no inhibitions and had sent her pics of his manhood in various stages of arousal, including dripping with cum. The photos made her giggle and blush. Every time it happened at work, Hannah asked what was going on, but Emmerson was too embarrassed to explain.

Thankfully, Hannah was more excited about the countdown to the Jack and Jill party which was just days away. It was after hours, and Hannah had offered to help take inventory of PPE supplies. Emmerson quickly realized there was an ulterior motive as her cousin peppered her with questions about the party despite her very specific request to be surprised.

"Han, you do realize if I tell you, it won't be a surprise?"

"I know, I know. I'm just so excited... you do have some, like naughty elements planned, right? Jeff's friends from university have been pressuring him to have a guy's only party and you know what that means: hooker and blow. Those guys are trouble with a capital 'T.' Especially Will and Dave, they are the dirtiest of dogs, you wouldn't believe some of the things those two have done," she huffed and continued to mutter to herself as she stacked boxes of medical masks in a neat tower.

"Ok, we're going to need at least four boxes of disposable gloves and we're really low on rubber dams, so we'll need to get a ton of those in different sizes..." Emmerson trailed off as Hannah froze in place, eyes wide, her mouth agape. "Han? Are you taking this down? We need latex and latex free dental dams."

"Oh my gawd! I thought you were talking about party," she tittered nervously and flushed bright red.

"What would we even need that stuff for?"

Hannah squirmed nervously. "Oh nothing, nothing at all... I guess a prude like you wouldn't be familiar with some of the more, ahem, risky exploits some people like to get into," she stuck her tongue out at her cousin cheekily.

Holy shit! Emmerson's mind reeled (also, prude? Rude!). "Han... did you expect me to include some... X-rated erotic things?!"

Hannah avoided eye contact and fidgeted. "No! Of course not... but like, do you at least have some genitalia décor? Like vagina cupcakes or penis candies?"

Truth be told, Emmerson had no idea what was planned. Her last instructions to the event planner, Ardice, were to use her own judgement. The initial theme she'd described to the planner was a classy Jack and Jill cocktail party. Clearly, she was going to have to see if she could remedy the situation. Nix the class, amp up the smut. And fast.

Emmerson got Ardice on the phone as soon as Hannah left the office.

"Ardice, I am so sorry to call you this late in the day."

"No worries at all sweetie. This is perfect. I'm actually really glad you called. I know you told me to, you know, do whatever I want, but there are a couple things I've love your advice on to help make the event a bit more personal."

Emmerson sighed with relief. "Thank goodness, that's great. I just had a chat with my cousin, and I think I may have misunderstood her expectations."

"Oh?"

"Yes, it seems she wanted a bit more of a... 'spicy' theme versus a classy one..."

"Oh dear, well we're only about 72 hours out from the event. But I am a pro," she said sounding confident. "What is she expecting?"

"Um... genitalia... she mentioned wanting there to be... vagina cupcakes and penis candies... at bare minimum."

Ardice laughed warmly. "Oh honey, that's pretty vanilla. I can do that, no problem. But if she really wants some spice, I've got a couple more tricks up my sleeve. Let me run some ideas by you."

***

Emmerson was a bundle of nerves all Saturday morning before the part and it only got worse as the day progressed. She could hardly eat, couldn't think straight and kept running the details of the evening over and over in her head.

Ezra couldn't make the party because he had plans with his daughter. She got ready way too early and decided to send him a snap of her outfit so he could see what he was missing out on.

She was wearing a slinky, strapless black dress with a built-in corset that synched her waist and pushed her tits sky high, giving her amazing cleavage. She was wearing a gorgeous antique locket she bought in Europe that dipped just low enough to draw the eyes' attention to her ample bosom. She'd straightened her dark brown hair so it fell just below her bust level and swished down her back.

She'd gone a bit more dramatic than her usual au natural eye and had followed a TikTok tutorial for 'sexy smoky eyes.' She rarely wore lip colour but had splurged on some deep pink lipstick which accentuated her naturally full lips.

She surveyed herself in the mirror and admired her handy work. Even she had to admit she looked hot. It wasn't her usual look, but she thought that the night ahead dictated a slightly different dress code from her usual.

'Wish you were here,' she texted him along with a full-length picture of her blowing a kiss.

He responded almost immediately with the mind blown emoji and seconds later a rock-hard dick pic.

She'd poured herself a glass of wine earlier to calm her nerves and it had done the trick; she was feeling loose. She unzipped the top of her dress a little, just enough to squeeze her breasts over the top of the rigid fabric. Even she was impressed with the way the boning pushed her boobs up even higher: they looked almost fake. She licked her fingertip and tweaked both nipples, bringing them into hard pink peaks. Before she lost her nerve, she took a picture and hit send.

The response came back, 'fuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeee.'

She giggled and replied, 'that's the goal.'

They texted back and forth until her Uber showed up. His final message to her said: 'don't be too naughty tonight.'

***

Emmerson stepped through the doors of the Jack and Jill venue and was greeted by Ardice.

"Darling, look at you! You look fantastic!"

"Thank you. Wow, the room looks amazing!"

Emmerson surveyed the venue which was decorated in a classy Las Vegas theme. It was a feast for the eyes. One section was designed to look like a small casino, another section was staged as a mini nightclub. There was even a working fountain and replicas of some of Las Vegas' most famous architecture.

The caterers were starting to put out the food, including vagina cupcakes, and rather than penis candies, they'd gone with penis cookies. Ardice had also suggested a charcuterie table with a lot of body part-shaped meat, cheese, fruit and veggies. Emmerson smirked at the variety of different shaped, sized and coloured penises, vaginas, as well as asses and boobs. She hoped her cousin would appreciate it.

The room had a very high ceiling and Ardice had the brilliant idea of hiring a couple of aerialists to put on a performances using silks later in the evening. The sumptuous fabrics swung gently from the roof rafters and Emmerson got a shiver of excitement in anticipation.

Emmerson noticed a massive red curtain in the corner of the room blocking off one section of the cavernous space. "What's behind the curtain?"

"Are you sure you want to know?" Ardice asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I'm just kidding. Come on, I'll show you."

Ardice parted the soft red curtains to reveal a photobooth. There was a tripod with a time set up where people could place their personal cell to take photos. Emmerson's gaze drifted to a shelf with accessories. There were some of the usual accessories like goofy hats and comically large glasses, but there were also some more grown-up items that made her squirm.

A bookcase has been lined with an assortment of sex toys and what she assumed were bondage accessories. There were gigantic jiggly dildos in all the colours of the human rainbow. There were leather masks, whips and harnesses as well as fabric blindfolds. There were both pink fluffy handcuffs and metal handcuffs. But there were quite a few items she didn't recognize. She reached out to pick up a black plastic object with a jewel on the top and examined it with perplexity. It looked almost like a spinning top. There were several others in different sizes and made out of other materials like metal and clear glass.

"Butt plug," Ardice said earnestly with zero embarrassment. "That whole row there is all butt plugs, can you believe it? Look at all those colours and shapes and sizes. Some people really get a kick out of them. This row down here includes a variety of anal beads and vibrators," she said, running her hand along another shelf like a gameshow hostess displaying more oddly shaped plastic and silicone objects. "People love to pose with these things. They put the anal beads around their necks and suck on..." Ardice stopped in response to Emmerson's wide-eyed, deer in the headlights expression.

Emmerson nodded stiffly as if this was an everyday normal conversation to be having with a woman who was old enough to be her grandmother.

"I'm sure my friends will get a... kick out of all of this," she said as she tried as delicately as possible to return the black butt plug back to the shelf, but her hand was shaking and she dropped it on the floor with a clatter.

"Oh, it's ok sweetie. I used to be like you too. You're still young. You've got lots of time to explore these types of things," she said patting Emmerson on the arm reassuringly. "Now before you say it, it's not my intention for these items to be used sexually this evening. The idea is to give people a bit of a giggle and a thrill with a photo to remember the night. However, I can't guarantee all your attendees will keep it PG. Regardless, there's a no return policy on the items, so at the end of this, these will all be yours to do what you wish with. That's why we also have this handy dandy sanitation station right here," she gestured to a spray bottle, wipes and microfiber clothes.

Emmerson gulped,hard. But before she could object, the first guests started to arrive andArdice floated away to tend to finish the rest of the set-up.