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Party Planning

The prologue:

"So where are we on the party planning? Have we secured a location yet?" I asked the young fox sitting on the couch across from me.

"We got the Gatsby mansion", he replied readily.

"Gatsby? As in belonging to THE "Great" Gatsby?", I looked up from my paperwork to stare incredulously at my assistant across my massive oak desk. "How?"

"Bank foreclosed on it, from what I gathered there was some scandal when the IRS audited him, unclaimed income in the millions kind of thing." He pulled out a silver cigarette case and lit one up, flicking his shaggy red hair out of his eyes as he did. "Their saying he was some huge smuggler or something, that's how he made his millions. Then there was something about a DUI, he hit some pedestrian coming home from a bar with some floozy. I don't know the details. Point is the IRS seized all his assets until they can sort out his books and the place was on the market so I made a deal with the banks realtor to lend us the house for the weekend".

"How'd you swing that? They're not supposed to sell repo'd houses until the investigations over. You blow someone?"

He took a long drag. "Three someone's actually, the realtor, his VP, and I had to go all the way with the branch president, that and give them you platinum card info".

"You know I don't like you doing that here". I grabbed a few of the papers that made up the mountain of invoices and recites that littered my desk, and fanned the smoke away from my face. Interview with my sixth caterer of the day in twenty minutes and im going to show up smelling like fucking pot.

_ _"You know I don't like being here", he countered with another drag; "we've all got our little problems today don't we. Besides this helps me work and I still have a shitload to do before were ready for this little shindig".

"Party, you make it sound like I'm inviting people to a bar somewhere. This is going to be the social event of the season So I Cannot Have You HIGH!" I shouted across the table, my claws digging into yet another stack of invoices completely shredding a bill for 300lbs of raw shrimp as my temper slipped for not the first time today. "Where are we on the Guest list anyway?" I sat back down, running a paw through my pure white head fur and letting the anger flow out of me. _WoooooooSaaaaaa. _ It had been a long week and I was at the end of my patience with my insolent little shit of an assistant.

"Let's see", he rifled through the pages on his clipboard holding his joint between his lips while he looked for the most current RSVP list, "Alright, we got; Amethyst Scales plus one, Novastar going stag... or fawn, Sinner Zekeriah Wolf plus one...You invited a Hellhound? Ughhhh..." he let out a long sigh and I had to chuckle, he had made an offer to the devil one time and still wasn't sure it had been accepted or not, either way, anytime a demon walked by he'd run, terrified they were looking to collect. "ok who else", he scanned through the pages of guests, presumably looking for newly confirmed attendees. "Jeramiah Chase and Miss Selene Nightfang head of the Nightfang school for wayward youths, Oh! Hooves is coming, and a plus one for him....that's all I got, brings the number up to 429.

"How about the preparations for the Auction?"

"I'm having them set it up in the theater, silent auction style, bidders will bid by txt and the current bid will display on the screen behind the "Volunteers" showing the amount and the bidders private id number, supplied upon entering the auction."

"Good. How many volunteers do we have?" I asked, turning back to my computer and picking up another stack of invoices that needed paying.

"Sixteen Girls, twenty three boys and four hermaphrodites bringing us to a total of forty three". He said, glancing sideways at one of the hundred papers on his clipboard. "And one actual Horse... the stallion that won the triple crown this year...seriously?"

"I saw you get fucked by 4 guys at the same time once, don't throw stones, or ill buy the horse myself and make you its breeding mare whenever I want to sell its seed".

"First off it was more like ten if you count the bukakke going on, and second, Fine I'm putting the stone down". Kiba smiled at the memory, then shifted uncomfortably and grew quiet. He was brooding on what had happened next that night and I knew I had to snap him out of it or he'd be useless all night.

"What about the Fetish rooms?"

He didn't answer, taking a long drag and staring off in the distance.

"HEY!" I roared, pounding my fist on the table. He jumped and his gaze shot right to me, eyes wide and looking at me with a mixture of terror and hate. "I'm NOT going to ask again, pay attention."

"Right...the um... uhhhhhhh....Fetish Rooms! Here it is, we got everything from nursery's to Dungeons; we have a naked rave set up in the basement, keeping it classy on the first floor, guests have been informed they are to show up in formal attire and that changing rooms are provided where needed; and I had them install those restraints you wanted in the first floor bathroom, the one in the servants quarters, a collar and two handcuffs bolted into the floor of the shower with the floor guard raised 12 inches as per your request". He let out an audible shiver as he read it back to me, "I'm not sure I want to know what those are for."

"Then don't think about it, there are going to be a lot of things going on at this party, and not all of them will blend with your tender sensibilities, I got that idea from an old friend who im hoping will make an appearance. Just make sure they leave a plug for the floor drain in the bathroom in case anyone wants to try it".

He scribbled a note on his clipboard, "What else? Oh! I got us a tentacle monster.

"A what?" he couldn't be serious. A tentacle monster?

"Ya, I had them retrofit one of the jacoozie tubs on the second floor into a saltwater fish tank and bought eight of these genetically modified giant squid to put in it, without going into details the little fuckers really know how to get a fur off, and some lucky guest is gonna get one hell of a surprise.

"Very good, what do you mean by genetically modified?"

"Nuh uh, no spoilers, I've said too much already" he grinned wickedly, taking another drag.

"Fine. Did you send the police commissioner my regards?"

"You mean the Ferrari? Ya I sent it. The guy at the dealership wanted me to tell you that a blue Testarossa is a sacrilege by the way".

"hahaha but he painted it right?"

"Two hours of arguing and six figures later...ya he painted it" he took another long drag of his joint giving me a wicked smile as he held up a receipt for $300,000.00. He loves spending my money, he sees it as his only means of revenge against me, but I don't care, I have more money than I know what to do with so as long as he gets the job done the price is irrelevant. "A fucking Ferrari seems a little excessive to avoid a noise complaint. Would have been cheaper to just throw the dam party and pay the fines later". He exhaled loudly, "unless this is about more than some noise complaints... do I want to know?"

For as big a slut as Kiba was he could be really naïve sometimes. "There are four separate rooms with nooses set up in them, I bought out a tattoo and piercing parlor just so I could move the staff into the mansion for the party, we're hosting a "Volunteer" slave auction, you have a creature in the upstairs bathroom that probably qualifies as an endangered species but we're planning to have people fuck it, and I'm paying for The Chinaman to fly into town to make fake id's in the gatehouse for guests who require them". I fixed him with a serious stare, "and you installed collar and hand restraints on the floor of the shower. No, it's not about noise complaints".

"You coulda just said 'No'"

I rose abruptly to my feet, "You still don't get it do you Kiba?" Striding around the monstrous desk and pacing back and forth between the desk and the black leather couch "This is going to be a party for the ages. Emperor Nero! never threw a party like this. This is going to be a tribute to decadence and carnal desire, a consequence free playground for the rich, famous and ridiculously horny. Every carnal desire imaginable is going to be represented at this gathering and everything has to be PERFECT".I paced the room as the scope of what I was trying to create threatened to blow my own mind. "It's too big", I said aloud, "It's simply too big for one man to do himself. What's really going to make this party, is the guests. All we have to do is create the perfect playground, free them from fear, guilt, shame and consequence, and let them live out their wildest fantasies; and together! We will make this party into something truly unique".

A timer went off on my desk, the beeping sonar tone told me it was time to leave for my meeting with the caterer. "Fuck, I have to go. Keep the RSVP list up to date and find more volunteers for the auction I want at least one hundred for the party". Kiba groaned behind me, I knew he hated gathering volunteers, that's why I put him in charge of it. "And don't forget to get measured for your suit". I called back before pulling the office door closed behind me. So much to do and so little time, but never has there been a more worthy cause.

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