"I wish this was the kind of party where getting naked is an okay thing."
I nearly bit my tongue. That was it? I'd been thinking about the kinds of things I could do with my ring all afternoon and that's the lame-ass wish I come up with under pressure?
Below us, in a carrying, but no longer angry voice Mrs Brockman said, "Well, I guess if it's time to get out of these heavy costumes..."
She unhurriedly stepped into the middle of the room and pulled off the big puffy gloves. Under them she was wearing something furry, but I couldn't make it out from so high up.
"Oh yes! She ees wearing the fur cuffs!" Monique whispered into my ear before giving me a quick nip on the earlobe. "Let us go down where we can see better, Ah do not want to miss this!"
The over-sized head had followed the gloves to the floor, and Mrs Brockman was asking one of the football players if he wouldn't be so obliging as to get her zipper? Feeling the eyes of the party on him he reached out and gave the proffered metal tab a pull.
The mascot costume slid smoothly off Mrs Brockman's shoulders and fell to a heap at her feet. Monique dragged me off the steps and through the crowd, elbowing cheerleaders and preppies out of her way.
Brad's Mom turned to look at us as we got to the front. The "costume" she was wearing was little more than a pair of furry stick-on bra cups and a furred thong sporting a tail in back. Bands of fur circled her neck, wrists, and ankles and she was standing in a pair of furred 6" heels.
Mrs Brockman stepped away from the pile of cloth and gestured absently at it. "Monique, see that that is cleared away will you? And you all," She said raising her voice and looking around to include the crowd of gaping teenagers, "are welcome to slip into more comfortable costumes as well."
That said she strode over, breasts bobbing merrily behind their couple ounces of fur, and plucked a glass off a serving tray held by an immobile staring servant before beginning to circulate in the crowd.
"Oh!" Monique cried softly and turned to face me. "Eet is no good! Zee bitch has no shame!" She looked wonderingly as Mrs Brockman earnestly attempted to converse with boys who were all but drooling on her breasts.
"What now? Must Ah clean up like nothing 'as 'appened?" As Monique spoke one of the girls, dressed all in scarves and shawls, walked hesitantly over to us.
"Is, is this like where we leave our outer costumes? Only, my step mom'd pissed if I loose any of her costume jewelry." She stared at Monique, waiting for an answer.