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The Dinner Party: Chapter 3

TASTING MENU

The first field on the Profile page asked what anonymous profile name I’d like to use. I chose the exotic and sensuous-sounding name ‘Jade’. I’d always loved that name, and now I had a chance to fulfill my fantasy of role-playing a mysterious Asian beauty. With my dark hair and high cheekbones, I might even be able to pull it off partially camouflaged under a masquerade mask.

The next field asked for my gender and gender-preferences. Men? Check. Women? I’d long-fantasized about having a tryst with a woman, and here was my chance. Check. Transgender? Maybe another day—this was already stretching my boundaries pretty far.

Next up was my age and age preferences. This is supposed to be a fantasy, right? As an attractive thirty-six-year-old woman with a well-exercised, nicely-toned body, I had nothing to be ashamed of. Nevertheless, I lied just enough to make me feel all the more desirable. I clicked the Age 25-35 box for myself and the 18-24 plus 25-35 boxes for my preferences.

Ethnicity? That might be tough to conceal, even under a half-facemask. But that wouldn’t stop me from imagining myself any way I chose, once I got there. After some hesitation, I clicked the Caucasian box. Preferences? Asian—check. African-American—check. My dream husband had been a biracial African-Asian man with coffee-colored skin. I always thought they produced the most beautiful children. Curly brown hair with honey skin and doe eyes—absolutely adorable. Caucasian? Fine—check. I suppose one or two in the mix won’t completely ruin it.

I scrolled down to the required payment fields where there was a short note:

 

A deposit of five hundred dollars is required to schedule a face-to-face interview. Upon final acceptance, a second payment of five hundred dollars will secure your private membership. We accept PayPal only, to ensure your full anonymity.

 

Five hundred bucks was substantial, but a five-star meal and one night at a luxury hotel would easily cost that much. This promised so much more.

I smiled as I clicked the ‘Submit’ button. Submission, indeed. I was taking a giant leap into an unknown realm. I felt a mix of nervous tension and release imagining myself joining a mix of exotic strangers around the mysterious fantasy table. Now it was just a matter of getting final approval and scheduling the date.

My hand wandered unconsciously from the keyboard to my inner thighs as I began to think about what erotic adventures lay in wait for me.


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