Dear Diary.
It’s Sunday morning and I’m bushed! That’s the polite way of saying it.
I don’t have a hangover but I ache all over as though I’ve been to the gym or have run a marathon.
Let me explain.
I was invited to go to a birthday party on Saturday night and as I haven’t seen my friend Jane for a while, I decided to go.
I haven’t been out for a while, so it was a good excuse to have a few drinkies and party the night away.
Having decided what to wear as it was fancy dress, I grabbed the birthday present and caught the tube as she doesn’t live far from me. I was going to change at the party so my costume was in my bag.
I’ve known Jane for a few years now as we worked together in a large department store in London and we got on well from the moment we met.
We often meet up for coffee and sometimes her husband comes along too. He’s such a lovely guy and we all have fun when we meet up.
It’s been a few months since we last met as she’s been busy with work and stuff, so I thought that it would be great to catch up and have a laugh whilst celebrating her birthday.
Jane has been married for about ten years to Marcus and is lucky to live in a nice area. I wouldn’t call her rich, but she is comfortable in her five bedroom detatched home and doesn’t have to worry about paying her bills. She still works, but only part time now.
Anyway, when I reached her house, I’m greated by lots of pretty white fairy lights wrapped around her trees and bushes.
There is music coming from inside where I can see colourful flashing lights seeping out and onto the trees in their back garden.
‘Hello.’ I’m greeted by Marcus who is chatting with some people. ‘Welcome to the circus.’ He’s dressed as a ring master.
We hug. I’m glad that Jane married Marcus as they’re perfectly matched.
‘Thank you. This looks really lovely,’ I gesture to the outside decorations.
‘Yeah it’s not bad,’ he laughed. Wait until you see inside. Come in and get a drink.’
‘Thanks. Where’s Jane?’
‘She’s inside somewhere. You know what she’s like, always chatting to someone.’
Yes, I know what she’s like.
I walk into their spacious hallway decorated like a circus tent and is greeted by a ballerina handing out drinks.
Having taken my glass of prosecco, I go in search for Jane.
It didn’t take long to find her as she was in the middle of the dance floor stutting her stuff.
I finally manage to catch her attention and we hugged.
‘Happy birthday,’ I said over the thumping music.
‘Thank you.’
‘Where do you want me to leave your gift?’
‘Ah thank you.’ We hug again. She’s clearly had a few already. ‘You can put it in the study. You know where it is.’
I do, as I’ve been to Jane’s house many times. Though most of them are when she or Marcus are celebrating something. Jane does love to throw a party and they’re always spectacular.
This one is circus themed and Jane is dressed as a dancer in a stripey basque, a mini top hat and a long red wig.
‘Where can I get changed?’ I asked.
‘You can use the spare room.’ I know where that is as I’ve stayed in there many times.
‘Thanks. See you in a bit.’
Having put Jane’s present in the study, I then headed upstairs to the spare room to get changed.
As I walked in, I accidentally caught a sexy muscular man slipping on a tight pair of leopard print old fashioned muscle man pants and tucking himself in.
‘Opps. Sorry,’ I blushed.
‘Not to worry mate. I’m just sorting myself out. Trying to get comfortable. How do I look?’ He stood up and did some kind of a twirl.
‘Looking good.’ What else could I say?
‘Cheers.’
‘I’m assuming this was being used as a changing room?’I asked, going by the selection of bags that were dotted about the room.
‘Sure is.’
We exchanged more pleasantries as he glued on his curly mustache then he left, which gave me some privacy to get ready.
I thought I’d be funny and dress as a lion. My costume consisted of a mane as my headress, a brown all in one leotard and a brown furry pair of shorts with a tail and a matching cropped vest top that I made myself.
I then went into the adjacent bathroom so I could see what I was doing and drew on a cute lion’s face with an eye pencil.
For the finishing touch, I slipped some lion feet covers over my shoes and I put on a pair of furry fingerless gloves.
Well, I needed to be able to hold a glass and nibbles without getting any hair in my mouth, didn’t I?
Now that I was ready, I took a deep breath, stepped out into the madness and entered the menagerie of the three ring circus.
Jane and Marcus had gone to town this time as they had transformed their house in to P.T. Barnum’s circus of curiosities.
Having to walk through the lounge, which is now the disco dance room, I walked through the large patio doors and in to the back garden where a large marquee was constructed to imitate a circus tent.
Inside the red and yellow awning, there people doing acrobatics, bales of hay to sit on, various food stalls to choose from and a well laden cocktail bar.
Wanting to try something different, I chose a sweet cocktail. I can’t remember what it was called, but it tasted lovely.
I then grabbed a slice of pizza and sat on one of the hay bales, keeping out of the way from the party goers. As I didnt know anyone there, I needed a few drinks to get in to the party mood. In the meantime, I thought I’d have something to eat and do some people watching.
Looking around the tent, I eventually saw some familiar faces from previous parties which was reassuring. Plus I caught Mr Muscle Man being chatted up by two women who were flicking their hair and thrusting their breasts at him. He seemed to be enjoying the attention. I guess you would do if you were stunning and pumped iron like him.
I have to admit, I do like to people watch as I’m such a nosy git.
I could see Jane still dancing away with her girlie’s and Marcus propping up one of the make shift bars. I wanted to join in the dancing but I needed another cocktail.
So with a cocktail in one hand and a plate full of potato salad, mini hamburgers and salad, I resumed my position back in the corner on the hay.
‘Do you mind if I join you?’
I looked up and it was Mr Muscle Man.
‘No. Help yourself.’ I shifted over to give him more space.
‘Thanks.’ He sat down and knocked back his drink. ‘I thought those women would never leave me alone.’
‘Oh. They looked like they were enjoying themselves.’
‘They were. Too much.’ He said. My name’s Patrick by the way.’
‘I’m Chris.’ We shook hands.
‘So how do you know Jane and Marcus?’ Patrick asked.
‘I used to work with Jane ages ago. What about you?’
‘I know Marcus from work. We work for the same company, but in different buildings.’
‘Oh right. Is this your first time here?’
‘Yes. It’s a lovely place, isn’t it?’ Patrick said looking around.
‘When it’s normal, then yes it is.’
We sat there for a bit as I ate my food, then I caught sight of the two women glancing over. I could see they were dying to get their hands on him again. Who wouldn’t?
‘I don’t want to worry you, but those two women seem to be looking for you.’
‘Blimey. Thanks. I better go. See you later.’
‘Yes. See you later.’
Poor sod. He looked rather flustered.
‘Ah, there you are,’ I saw Jane waving at me through a gap in the crowd. ‘Hurry up and come and dance.’
‘I’ll be there when I’ve finished this,’ I pointed to my food. Jane gave me the thumbs up and skipped back to her girlies.
It wasn’t long until I finished my food. I wanted more as it was delicious, but thought I’d better show my face or it might seem a bit rude.
Having squeezed passed some people, I managed to take my spot on the dance floor.
Jane had done us proud with the disco as there were flashing lights everywhere, strings of white fairy lights draped about and circus themed signs dotted all over the place.
People thought it was funny to yank my tail, so I let them have their fun. You have to give people some simple pleasure, don’t you? Plus it was a good ice breaker too.
Everyone made an effort to dress up, which was really good. There were some amazing costumes which looked like they were hired for the event. Mine was simple and homemade as I didn’t want to carry a heavy load home at the end of the night.
‘I’m just going to get a drink,’ I gestured to Jane, who didn’t notice as she was busy.
I made my way back into the tent and ordered another cocktail. Mr Muscle Man was sitting there with the women either side pawing at him.
I lifted my glass to him and he nodded back, trapped by the hungry women.
Wanting to get a glass of water, I wandered to the kitchen where it was a hive of activity.
I had a brief chat with a familiar face by the door as Mr Muscle Man approached us.
‘Excuse me,’ he said, holding my hips as he squeezed passed me.
‘That’s OK.’ I’m sure I felt his big bulge rub across my arse on purpose. It must have been my imagination, but it felt good. Mustn’t complain!
Minutes later I was back on the dance floor strutting my stuff with more people pulling my tail, including Mr Muscle Man.
‘Oi,’ I joked. Only special people can pull my tail.
‘Am I not a special person then? Patrick said.
I blushed. ‘Yes you can pull my tail, if you must.’
Patrick grinned. ‘I’ll keep that in mind,’ he said as he danced away.
Not sure of what to make of that, I continued dancing until I became so hot that I needed to get some fresh air.
Wafting my furry top to try and cool down, I popped over to the bar and ordered a glass of coke with lots of ice.
‘How’s my tail?’ A voice breathed in my ear.
I turned around to see Patrick. ‘It’s still here,’ I swished it at him.
‘That’s good. You’re looking rather hot by the way.’
‘Yeah it’s the fur. It can get warm at times. I tried to change the subject. ‘Aren’t you cold in just your shorts?’ He didn’t look cold in them by the mighty bulge that was poking through the material.
‘Nah. I’m hot blooded so I don’t feel the cold. Have a feel.’
He flexed his biceps for me.
I didn’t want to embarrass him, so I had a quick feel.
‘Yes you are hot,’ I said. With two meanings in that sentence, he could have taken that either way. ‘I see those two women were after you again.’
‘Yes. I had to give them the slip. They were getting too familiar. You know what I mean?’
I nodded. Lucky women I thought.
‘Yes they did look like they were enjoying themselves.’
‘A bit too much,’ he replied. ‘Are you enjoying yourself?’
‘Yes. I always have a good time at Jane’s parties. What about you?’
‘Yeah, not bad so far. Could do with more fun though.’
I didn’t know how to answer that. Was this blue eyed blonde hunk coming on to me? No. He’s far to young and good looking to do that.
‘Oh OK,’ I said as I sipped my drink, trying not to look down at his trapped package. What else could I say? Wanna fuck me senseless?
‘Yeah I may leave soon. See if anyone’s local.’ Patrick looked around.
‘Same here. I’m going to try and catch the night bus as I’ve missed my last train.’
‘I can give you a lift if you like?’
‘That’s kind. Thank you but the bus practically drops me outside of my house.’
‘Where so you live?’
I told him.
‘That’s not far from me. It’s on my way.’
How could I refuse?
‘That’ll be great thanks.’
‘Just let me know when you’re ready. I’m gonna catch up with Marcus for a bit.’
‘OK. See you later.’
And with that, Mr Muscle Man strutted off in search of Marcus whilst I stood there befuddled, though aroused as I watched his pert arse cross the tent and disappear in to the crowd.
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