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Suzanne ended up taking longer getting Katherine and Amy to bed than she'd anticipated. The distance from the party to their homes wasn't that great, but it wasn't as easy as dropping them off. Both girls were feeling lousy and wanted to be pampered and loved, and given aspirins and water and so forth. Despite feeling rushed, Suzanne kicked into motherly mode and helped them both out until they were both asleep in their beds.
As a result, she was gone for a full hour instead of the half an hour that she'd expected. As soon as she got back, she went looking for Alan. But one problem with Suzanne's scheming was that Alan had been drinking too. It started when he was with Katherine, and then when he was with Amy, before their closet adventure. Luckily for him, since he was a bit bigger and heavier than either of them, and male, he had more tolerance of alcohol. Plus, he'd only had one glass of the spooky punch.
He'd been feeling tipsy, but still fine and in control, during his adventure with Glory. But when he started talking to Carol, he drank another full glass of the punch, which was really the high-alcohol-content Long Island Iced Tea, and that pushed him way past "tipsy" in a hurry.
By the time Suzanne saw him, he was fully drunk and obviously barely hanging on. Suzanne wanted him drunk, but not too drunk. It was very difficult for her to get the balance right, especially since Alan had never been drunk before in his life, so she didn't know how much alcohol he could handle. Plus, since she hadn't been able to be with him much at all since the party began, she was forced to leave this vital aspect of her scheme mostly to chance.
So Suzanne was concerned by that. But what bothered her even more was that an attractive young female had become Alan's companion while she was gone. The girl was already flirting shamelessly with him. This kind of thing would never have happened to the old Alan, but the new Alan was oozing sexual experience and confidence, so such aggressive flirting was no surprise.
Suzanne decided to go look for Susan, hoping that by and by the girl would leave. She wanted to make sure her best friend was doing okay.
She also saw Susan mingling in the crowd but staying within eye contact of her son. Susan was surrounded by a small group of young men, all trying their best to hit on her.
Susan made eye contact with Suzanne, giving her a look that said, "Rescue me!"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, Suzanne just mouthed a single word at her: "Mingle."
Susan frowned unhappily, but seemed resigned to the situation.
Now, Suzanne had an important choice to make. She could choose to wear her Renaissance outfit and see if Alan would seduce and fuck her thinking she was a total stranger. Or she could change into her spare Wonder Woman costume and a wig that matched Susan's hairstyle, and fool around with Alan that way. She couldn't get fucked with the second option, because Alan would definitely think he'd fucked his mother the next day, and Susan wouldn't, and the truth would soon come out. To even do something like oral sex with him could be tricky, if Alan and Susan compared notes after the party.
She thought it over, deciding that pretending to be Susan could be too difficult to pull off, plus it was a rather underhanded thing to do to her best friend. So she decided to wear the Renaissance dress. She had it in a big bag in the cloakroom, so she went in there and changed.
She walked around meeting and chatting with friends, but she tried to keep moving. All the while, she was keeping an eye out for Alan.
When she found him again in a different spot, the cute young girl was now draped all over him. She was running a hand over his chest and laughing at nearly everything he said. She had long, blonde hair, and looked like the wild, slutty type. He had another glass of "spooky punch" in his hand, and was about as wasted as he'd ever been.
Suzanne had been careful not to drink too much, so she could keep her wits about her, as well as probably be the one to drive everyone home later. Thus she was nursing a martini as she boldly walked up to the pair.
This was a key moment for her scheme. With her other costume on, would he recognize her or not? She had her doubts, because she had such a distinctive appearance, from her remarkably voluptuous body to the unusual color and style of her hair. True, she'd chosen headgear to cover most of her hair and she'd brushed her distinctive long tassel down her backside, but she hadn't covered her hair entirely. There were also other telltale signs, such as her pale skin. In her favor was the fact that the lights were turned down low in the room they were in, Alan would have no reason to suspect anything since she'd never tried something like this on him before, and he was drunk. Plus, she knew that if she wore an outfit that showed off a tremendous amount of cleavage, as this one did, he would be highly distracted, to say the least.
Another big advantage she had was that she was very good at voices. She could disguise her trademark scratchy voice as long as she consciously worked at it, but she rarely did that, so he was unlikely to suspect. Furthermore, she used the French accent she'd picked up when she'd spent a couple of years in France in her younger days.
She also had an escape plan: she figured that if he did recognize her, he would do so right away, and then she could pretend she'd just been pulling a practical joke on him.
Her sexy French accent fit her period costume perfectly. She looked and acted like she'd just stepped out of the movie Dangerous Liaisons.
She waved a hand at Alan to get his attention, while completely ignoring the girl he was with. "Excuse me, young sir. Can you help a damsel in distress?"
"Sure!" he said unthinkingly. His eyes went straight to her cleavage before he remembered that was rude. He frowned, and squinted doubtfully at her. "Do I know you?"
"Not yet, but you will - very well. I'm from France."
"Oh. Cool."
Suzanne was delighted to confirm that he didn't recognize her. "Call me, um, Elle."
"Hi! I'm Alan, and this is Carol."
"Nice to meet you, Alan." Suzanne shook his hand and pointedly ignored Carol.
"Well excuse me, Elle," Carol said to Suzanne in a nasty voice. "Can't you see we're a little busy here?"
Suzanne sneered dismissively at her. "Little girl, why don't you run along to your Barbies and your doll house." The way she said it, it was an order, not a question.
"Well! I never!" Carol said huffily.
Suzanne chuckled to herself, then said, "That's your problem, missy. Leave this one to those of us who have."
Grabbing Alan's arm, Suzanne said to him with sudden alarm, "Quick! It's urgent! Please come with me. I need your help!"
Carol stood there, stunned and at a loss for words. "Alan, are you going to let her treat me like that?"
"Sorry, Carol. I'll be back in a bit," he said as Suzanne started dragging him away. "I can't let down a damsel in distress."
The conversation stalled because Suzanne was focused on leading him away from the girl and steering the two of them through the crowd. She had to keep an eye out for Susan too, and avoid her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs they walked, she thought, Girl, this is it. This is your last chance to back out. Or just have fun without fucking. Once the fucking starts, you know what's gonna happen! Her worry was that once she got a taste of getting fucked by him, she'd want and even need it every day. When it came to her sexual desires, her highly sensitive pussy basically called the shots. But she didn't see how she'd be able to get away with frequent fucking at this stage, since Susan was nearly always at home.
But she was willing to take the risk, so she kept on walking. Her fuck lust had been building, day by day, and she felt she couldn't hold out any longer.
His head was foggy from the alcohol, so he asked, "What was your name again?"
"Elle. Remember that, because you'll be screaming it later."
He was in such a state that he couldn't figure out what she meant by that, although he had a vague sense it was a very good thing, judging from her sultry tone of voice.
She pulled him all the way to the foot of the inside stairwell that led to the upper floor of the mansion. "Come with me here," she said, and began to climb the stairs, still leading him by the hand.
He dumbly tried to process her comment. "'Come with me here.' 'Come with me here...' Something about that is weird. Don't you mean 'Come here with me?' Yeah, that's how it goes."
"Oui, that too," Suzanne said, as she discovered an empty bedroom and pushed him in. However, when she'd said "come with me here," in her mind she'd spelled the first word "cum."
Her heart was racing with anticipation. Finally! This is so much fun! First I'm gonna fuck him as "Elle." Then I'm gonna fuck him as Susan. No, wait, I can't do that, because he'll think it really was Susan and the truth will come out tomorrow. But if there's time, hopefully I can at least suck him off as Susan, and have a nice long, big-titted mommy to well-hung son talk! That'll be a blast!
"Are we there yet?" he asked, still not really thinking.
Suzanne shut the door behind her, and leaned against it with Alan now trapped inside the room. The room was dark except for the light of the moon pouring through the windows. That was important. She figured that as long as the lighting was poor and she could remember to use her French accent instead of her scratchy voice, she could get away with her deception. She put her hat on a dresser by the door, figuring she didn't need it anymore, now that he believed she was Elle.
"Yes, we are," she replied, but now that she had him there, she wasn't sure how to proceed. "Um..." she said aloud, but she couldn't think of anything to say. She'd finished off her martini to give herself some "liquid courage," and she'd been drinking some earlier, so she wasn't as sharp as usual.
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