The long black car pulled to a stop outside of the extravagant hotel, causing the occupant to let out a nervous breath. The driver of the car turned in his seat to face his passenger.
"Do not worry," he said in a calm voice. "He is expecting you and you look dazzling. As long as you keep your mask on, no one will know a thing." The passenger smiled a little, still hesitant. The driver stepped out of the car and came around to open the door. He continued to soothe his passenger as he held the door. "Have a wonderful time and if there are any problems, I will pick you up immediately."
"Thank you."
"Of course."
Carefully slipping out of the car, the passenger adjusted the mask on the pale face. Another masked person was standing just inside the hotel's ballroom, checking the invites of any person who walked through the door. A pearly white card with silver writing was given to the attendant as requested before being allowed entrance.
At the far side of the ballroom was a stage where a young man in a dark suit was giving a speech to the awaiting crowd. His eyes were slightly downcast behind his glasses and his tone was solemn, clearly serious about the content of his speech.
"Thank you all for attending," he was saying. "It is with a heavy heart that I take my father's place as head of Jones Manufacturing. His death came as a great shock to all of us and it will be difficult to move forward in his absence. I will do my utmost to run this company as well as he did and continue toward our goals. I may be young but I have plenty of new ideas that will help us move forward as if we never stopped."
The crowd applauded politely as he finished. A few moments later music began to filter throughout the room and several couples started dancing. The young man stepped off the stage with a sigh. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes before replacing them.
When he looked up he noticed the newcomer. The person wore a floor length, ruby red dress that had two high slits up the sides. It had one shoulder holding it in place on which rested perfectly curled honey colored hair. A necklace of diamonds lay comfortably around the neck while a matching ruby and gold mask covered the top half of the face. Out of the eyeholes shone two brilliant sapphire eyes that were locked onto the young man.
Around the newcomer, women huddled in groups to fervently whisper about the new arrival. They had never seen this person before and demanded to know if anyone else had. While they exchanged gossip and ideas, the young man had begun to make his way over to the stranger. His aquamarine eyes sparkled with happiness behind his square glasses which made the women bicker all the more.
He stopped inches away from the stranger and held out his hand.
"You made it," he whispered fondly. "I was almost afraid I was going to miss you." Smiling softly, the stranger took his hand and let him lead them away from the gossip hungry women. The women stopped whispering for a moment and stared in shock. When the surprise wore off, they started whispering furiously again. All of them glared at the newcomer with jealousy clear in their eyes. When they were in the middle of the dancefloor, the young man pulled the other in closely and started dancing. "You look beautiful tonight, Francis," he murmured directly into the other's ear. "I am so glad that you came."
Putting his head on the other's shoulder, Francis replied in a quiet voice, "I would not have missed this. I had to support you on this day, Alfred. I know you will be wonderful in your father's absence."
The pair danced in a warm silence for several songs until Alfred placed a kiss on Francis' cheek and guided them to a nearby bathroom. He led them to the large, handicapped stall and eagerly pushed the other inside, locking it quickly behind them.
"Doll," he cooed, voice excited. "You truly look gorgeous. I can hardly contain myself around you."
"Then don't," Francis said simply, a playful look in his eyes.
Not needing to be told twice, Alfred instantly dragged one of the long legs around his waist and forced him against the bathroom wall. He held the other there as he furiously kissed him, restrained emotions bursting forth. Frustrated with the mask between them, he tore it from the other's face roughly and pulled him back in immediately.
"I can't," he forced out between kisses. "Believe you." Another kiss. "Shaved." A loud pop as they pulled apart. "For this."
"I-I had to," Francis replied, letting out a moan as the other started trailing kisses and bites down his neck. "I h-had to look th-the p-part. Y-You know w-we have to s-stay s-secret. " Another moan, higher than the last, spilled out of Francis' mouth as Alfred ground his hips forward. Both could feel the other's hardness. "A-And doesn't it end th-there…"
Suddenly Alfred paused and drew back.
"Wait." He stared at Francis, eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered something. "Are you…wearing panties?"
A small blush appeared on the pale skin before a challenging look replaced it.
"Why don't you find out, darling?"
Alfred dove back at Francis, determined to discover the answer.
Both of them missed the person in the stall next to them peek over the top of their stall with a camera as they quickly shed their undergarments. Neither of them heard the soft click either as their moans started to echo in the small room.
AN: This is a story idea I have been toying with for several years and have finally decided to go ahead with. I cannot promise frequent updates but I can promise it will eventually be finished!