"The "Seeing Off Party", a consensual story about a mysteriou"
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The "Seeing Off Party", a consensual story about a mysterious party
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 The Seeing Off Party


I remember the moment I met her like it was yesterday, in fact despite everything that has happened it feels like it really was just yesterday.

It happened at a bachelor party for a buddy of mine, which included a dinner at one of those Brazilian restaurants where they feed you every kind of meat possible. She was there alone sipping on a drink. She was stunning in her little black dress that showed off her curvy body and shapely legs. Its low cut revealed her plump breasts and her tan skin. She wore her long jet-black and wavy hair loose down her back. Her face was round and pretty, her eyes big and deeply brown. Her ethnicity was mysterious, and to this day it remains, like so many other things about her, unknown to me.

 She had a polite but firm way of brushing off the men who approached her. I had no interest in making a fool of myself, so I steered clear way of her (though she kept catching me gazing at her figure). This young woman was so far out of my league that I at first assumed it was a prank by one of my buddies when the girl behind the bar brought me a drink and told me it was from her, that she wanted me to join her.

 I introduced myself, and she told me that her name was Sheri. She did not give me a last name, and still never has. We drank and made small talk as the evening wore on. As it got later the place started to clear out. My buddies left, but were just smart enough and sober enough to not push me to leave her to follow them.

 There was a pause in the conversation, and out of the blue she asked me what the tragedy of my life was. I told her I didn't know what she meant, but she said she could see it my eyes, that she could see the heaviness and the sadness.

 I was taken aback by the sudden turn in our conversation, by the change from light chit-chat to such a heavy question. The truth of the matter was, however, that she was absolutely right. I took a drink, paused for a moment, and told her all about it. I told her about my pain, my loss, all the bad stuff, there was plenty of it, in my life. She sat motionless, listening silently and carefully as I talked. I could tell she was taking in every detail, that it was somehow important to her.

 I finished, and she said nothing. After a moment of silence I asked her what her story was. She looked me in the eye and gave me a smile that was unlike any I had never seen before. It was deep and emotional, it was sweet but resolute. Without words it told me to stop, to not dig, that that subject was off limits.

 She took me by the hand and led me out the door. Quietly she led me down the street to a hotel, where she had a room. I've had a few good surprises in my life, but the sex with that gorgeous woman that night was certainly the best of them. I didn't understand it, but it was amazing.

 Afterwards we laid in bed for a short time before she rose and dressed herself. It was actually her that asked me for a phone number, though she did not give me hers before she left me alone in the room, wondering what in the hell had just happened.

 The weeks that followed were good, great in fact, but no less strange. I'd get a call from her and we'd go do something, anything. We'd go hiking, riding horses, kayaking, anything outdoors. We'd go to the city and go dancing at clubs, we'd laugh at comedy shows, we'd visit unusual and exotic restaurants and bars, anything you could imagine we would do on a whim, but it had to be her whim.

 The thing that was strange was that despite all of this it quickly became obvious that she was trying to keep an emotional distance between us. Despite spending so much time together I really knew nothing about her. As much as I tried she never gave me anything personal, I didn't know where she was from, or where she lived. She never mentioned family or having a job. If I pushed too hard the most I'd get is that smile, the same one I got when we first met, which told me to change the subject.

 Most days together ended with nights together, always in a hotel room. She had no interest in seeing my home, and wouldn't even discuss hers. We'd do our thing that day, go to a hotel to have sex, then she would leave, we never spent the night together.

 She never answered her phone when I called it, she would never return any call or text from me. Everything had to be on her terms, she'd call me with an idea, tell me what the plan was, then we'd meet and do it, that was it. Money was never a consideration in anything we did. We would do whatever she wanted, and she'd pull out a wad of cash, always it was with cash, and pay for it. She never let me pitch in, and never told me why. I never knew where that money was coming from, like so much else with her that was a mystery.

 As great as this all sounds, the strangeness, the lack of information, the secrets, the mysteries, the distance was difficult to deal with. It was all something I'm not sure I would have put up with from any other woman in the world. Sheri was just so different though, so unique, so beautiful and wonderful in other ways that I swallowed my pride and took it.

 This went on for a few weeks, just over a month, before suddenly everything changed. A Saturday together had ended with an evening in hotel room, as usual. As she was dressing to leave she turned to me, and told me that we had to spend the following Saturday evening together, no matter what. The directness didn't surprise me, as annoying as that could be I had gotten used to it, but the planning ahead was way out of character. This might not have seemed strange for most couples, but she was so seat-of-her-pants that for her to suggest, demand even, something a week ahead of time was unheard of.  

 I asked her what we were going to do that evening, and she told me it was a "Seeing-Off" party. I told her that I didn't know what that was, but her only explanation was to tell me that I had to dress appropriately. I asked her what that meant, and she handed me a business card. It was for a tuxedo rental business that I was vaguely familiar with, it was known as being top-end. She told me that everything was arranged and paid for, all I had to do was show up there Saturday afternoon and they'd take care of me. I asked her where the party was, she told me she'd pick me up at the tuxedo shop.

 With that she gave me a kiss and left.

 I didn't see or hear from her for the rest of that week. She didn't call me, and she didn't answer my calls. This was such a change that I wondered if, for some reason unknown to me, our relationship had suddenly ended. Nevertheless I showed up at the tuxedo rental as promised, and found that they were expecting me.  

 It's an understatement to say that I don't know much about tuxedos, but it was obvious that these guys knew what they were doing, and that I was being treated to the good stuff. I was set up with everything I needed, even things I had no idea I needed. It all came together very well, I've never felt so well dressed.  

 When we finished the store manager looked me over and gave me the nod of approval, he told me that Sheri was waiting outside. He led me outside and there she was, standing in front of a limousine. She wore a brilliant sequined silver dress which was short and sexy, and tall spike heels. Her makeup, her hair, everything about her, every detail, was perfect. She looked stunning standing there waiting for me.

 Despite how she looked I was a little upset with how I had not heard from her in a week, so we rode in silence for a while. Finally I asked her where she had been, expecting her to, as usual, dodge the question. To my surprise she answered that Anna had needed her all week. I had no idea who Anna was, since Sheri had never mentioned having either friends or family, but getting a straight answer from her was so unusual that I didn't know how to respond. We drove in silence for a minute or two more when she reached over and grabbed my hand.

 She told me that she knew being with her hadn't been easy, and that I had more than patient with her. She told me that the party we were headed to was a very big deal, and would hopefully explain a lot. She promised that by the time the night was over she'd be able to open up to me. I didn't understand it, but her assurance did comfort me, and it lightened the mood between us.

 The limo turned off the main road and through a large gate. It drove up a long private drive way lined with ancient flowering trees. As we slowly made our way toward whatever laid at the end of it Sheri started telling me about the party we were about to attend. She warned me that it was going to be unlike anything I'd had ever seen, that I was going to experience and witness things that I never imagined possible. She told me that she brought me there because she thought that I was someone who could open my mind enough to accept it, enjoy it even.

 When I had first met her I had felt that Sheri was way out of my league, as the limo pulled in front of an immense and eloquent mansion I felt the same way. Limousines and expense cars were lined up in front of it, very wealthy looking men and women, all dressed immaculately in gowns and tuxedos, made their way through the houses front doors. Just seeing it was intimidating, and I mentioned that to her, she responded that that was to be expected for the major party spot for an exclusive multi-millionaires club. This club was news to me.

 I felt out of place among these fine people as Sheri and I stepped out of the limo. Once they saw her they all became very welcoming as if she was an honored guest. I didn't know what to think of it all, and though it was obvious that I was seen as the date of an honored guest their warmness was reassuring.

 We entered the mansion and were led to the party, which was in a courtyard behind the house. It was gaudily decorated with flowers and gorgeously lit with candles and torches. Servants, girls in short black skirts and black tights, white blouses and black bow ties, served drinks and hors d'oeuvres', seeing to our every need.  

 There weren't a lot of attendees, outside of the plentiful servants, at the party. I guessed there to be thirty or so men and women. Most were older and very distinguished looking, though there were a few younger ones in their twenties or thirties.

Since I had first laid eyes on Sheri all those weeks ago I had thought that she was likely the most beautiful woman in the world, but when I saw the redhead standing in the courtyard I started to wonder about that. This woman was tall and well built, with delicate milky skin and flowing red hair. She was wearing an eloquent red dress that flowed down her shapely body and her bright green eyes sparkled. She was the center of everyone's attention as she chatted and laughed with the other guests.

 Sheri saw me gazing at her and gently grabbed my arm. She told me that I didn't have to stare from so far away, that she'd introduce us, then laughed sweetly at my embarrassment. As we approached her the woman saw Sheri and her face lit up with delight. They embraced each other warmly and Sheri introduced me. This woman was Anna, the one she had spent the last week with. Anna hugged me tightly and said that it was great to finally meet me, that Sheri was lucky to have me.

 A band entered the courtyard and started playing soft music. Most of the crowd set their drinks down to dance, Sheri insisted that we join them. It seemed that Anna had no date, which seemed a little strange to me, but she had no trouble at all finding dance partners. The men lined up, each taking their turn with her.

 The party really was a good time, but there was something strange about it I couldn't quite put my finger on. Sheri had called it a "Seeing-Off" party, but I still didn't know what that meant. It was obvious that Anna was the guest of honor, but it wasn't clear why. I also noticed something about the crowd itself, that Sheri and I weren't the only ones who didn't quite fit in. Most of the crowd were the wealthy looking older types, what I assumed to be the "multi-millionaires" of the club Sheri had mentioned. However there was another group, a younger group including Sheri and myself and about a half dozen others who seemed to be on our own. It felt like the millionaires were accepting us among them, but not as one of them.

 It started to dawn on me that besides myself and one other man, who also seemed to be someone's date, that all of the younger group were very attractive younger women. I pointed this all out to Sheri, but she was aware of it, and simply said that younger crowd was the support group, there to support one of their own on their special day

 I had no idea what the support group was that she was referring to, or what she meant by the special day of one of their own. Before I could press her for more details a trumpet blew from somewhere. The band stopped and dancers moved toward the edges of the courtyard. The servants pushed something big and heavy from the house to the center of the yard. It took me a moment to figure out what it was, that it was a long and narrow grill on wheels. The servants brought it to a stop and stepped away.

 I wanted to ask Sheri what was happening, but the rest of the crowd was totally silent, so I did not want to speak.

 Anna, with a solemn look on her face stepped forward and stood by it. A couple of the men, they seemed like they may have been the leaders of this club, stepped forward and removed her gown from her body.

 Her light skin glowed in the light from the torches and the coals in the grill. She lifted one of her feet and her shoe was removed, the same happened with her other foot. Two servant girls came forward with bowls and brushes, they covered Annas body with some sort of oil.

 All this time no one moved or uttered a sound, I was completely lost as to what was happening. When Annas body was completely covered with the oil more of the men surrounded her. She leaned back and they lifted her from her feet and held her horizontally. They carefully laid her on her back onto the grill, she winced in pain at the heat. On the four corners of the grill were shackles, and soon her wrists and ankles were secured to it.  

 I stared in shock at what I was seeing. Suddenly the crowd surged forward. Sheri grabbed my arm and yanked me forward, to join them. I asked her what was happening, and she told me that we had to get Anna to orgasm before the pain got too bad. That answered didn't really clarify anything at all.

 The crowd surrounded Anna and touched her all over, kissed her all over, for as long as they could stand the heat. I felt uncomfortable doing it, but Sheri encouraged to me finger Annas pussy. "Do her like you do me" she instructed. As weird as it was I did as she asked, I was surprised to feel Annas wetness. She shivered in what I hope was pleasure at my touch.

 Anna started thrashing against the shackles and crying out. I couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure, I imagine it was from both. Finally her head rolled back and she let out one last loud cry, followed by a long groan. Her body tightened and quivered as she cummed onto my hand.

 There was no doubt to the crowd what that was, and everyone cheered. She relaxed for just a moment, but then started screaming from the pain of the grill, from her body being scorched by the heat. The crowd stepped back and suddenly one the servants drew a knife from her belt and plunged it into Annas neck. Her eyes went big in a shocked look, then her face and body relaxed. Anna was dead.

 The band started back up and so did the dancing. Sheri grabbed me and pulled me close, swaying to the music and encouraging me to dance. She could tell that I confused, even bothered by what I had just seen. She looked me in the eyes and said that it was ok, that that's what Anna had wanted.

 I asked her why, why would a beautiful and healthy woman like Anna want to be murdered like that in the prime of her life. Sheri answered that Anna was beautiful, but not healthy. She told me that she had breast cancer. She told me that she was facing a double mastectomy and chemo to have a small chance of recovery. She said that Anna had decided to not do that, that she had already decided to die on her terms, young and beautiful, when she was offered this deal. The deal was that a group of wealthy men would support her expenses, to provide her with money to allow her to do anything she wanted until the end drew near. That in exchange she would give them her dying body before the disease would begin to deteriorate it.

 I asked Sheri what was going to happen next. She smiled and said that dinner was going to happen next. She told me that Annas body was going to be cooked through on that grill, that it was going to be served to all of us as the main entree of the nights feast. Once again she assured me that this is what Anna had agreed to, that it's what she wanted. I looked back toward the grill, Annas pale skin was turning a golden brown and the unmistakable and delectable smell of cooking meat was starting to fill the air.

 We continued to dance in silence as I thought about Anna and her decision. My head was spinning as I realized that I was at a cannibalistic dinner, that I was going to eat a womans body, but the body of a woman who gave it by choice. This woman had traded a long and suffering death for short life of doing all that she wanted. That she had traded dying with a body that was sick and shriveled up for dying with one that was still strong and beautiful. That she had traded her dead body being buried in the ground to rot for it being appreciated and enjoyed by those who supported her. It seemed so cruel, but so compassionate at the same time.

 The feast that night was incredible. Annas tits were cut into thin slices, to ensure that everyone present got a piece. I was also given what was described as a "thigh steak", which was thick and juicy, it was absolutely delicious. Any reservations I had about eating a willing womans body quickly faded as I tasted Annas delicate flesh. I finished that and was presented with a small section of her ribs, which worked out to be my favorite.

There was something so sensual about this meal, about knowing what it was, who it was that I was consuming. Annas pretty head was impaled on a stake overlooking the long table as reminder to us, in case we needed reminding, what sacrifice had been made to bring us that wonderful meat. Her dead eyes were still green, and seemed to watch us enjoy her.

 As the party faded Sheri and I walked the mansions grounds, hand in hand. She thanked me for being there, she told me it was important to her that I accepted her friends decision, that I had taken part in it. She led me into the mansion, where to my surprise we were to spend the night. We had sex in a big canopy bed in a luxurious room, she was incredibly passionate that night.

 We laid together in silence enjoying the afterglow of the experience. I knew she'd leave like she always did and I just wanted to enjoy being there with her for as long as I could. Finally I broke the silence and commented that I never expected a "Seeing Off" party to be THAT. I told I didn't expect that I'd ever be at another one. That's when she told me she was hoping I'd be at hers.

 I sat up and looked at her, I asked her what she meant by that. She told me that the next party was in a month, that it was for her.

 Once again my head was spinning as I tried to understand what she was saying. She told me that she had a brain tumor that was slowly growing. She told me that I probably couldn't see the symptoms yet, but she was starting to feel them.

 I told her she couldn't let that happen, that I'd help her, that we had to save her. She told me that it was hopeless, that she had seen every doctor out there, and that they all agreed that surgery on it was as dangerous as the tumor itself was. She said that she didn't want to face brain damage, she didn't want to live through losing control of her body, of her speech, of her bowels. She told me that she taken the same deal as Anna, who she had met in a support group for terminally ill women. All the young women there, she told me, were from the group and had taken that deal. She said that the wealthy people at the party had been paying her expenses too, that over the last two months they had paid for her to live the life she wanted, she said that she planned to hold up her end of the bargain.

 Anna, she told me, had chosen to live the last few weeks of her life single. That the last week, as the end came near, she stayed with her to make sure she was never alone. Sheri told me that that's not how she wanted it. She told me that her boyfriend had left her when she had told him about the tumor, and the night we met she was looking for someone to spend the end with. She told me that I looked like I had depth in my soul, that maybe I was one of the few out there that could understand this, and one of the fewer who could accept it. She told me she hoped I'd stay until the end, that I would help her love that last month of her life. She hoped I would enjoy her body both before and after she died. She told me if it was too much, too deep, too tragic for me to go ahead and go. She told me that it wasn't fair to do this to me, and she would understand me leaving.

 We spent that night, all of it, together. We've spent every night, and every morning, since then together. It has been the best month of both of our lives.

 I have to finish up and go now. Sheri's "Seeing Off" party is about to start and I don't want to keep her waiting. Good night to you all.