Eliza Winthrop opened her eyes to the Saturday morning sun and screamed. Her bedroom was completely upside down as if a mini-hurricane had passed through it while she slept, but it wasn’t the only division of the house in disarray. All the other ones had suffered the same cruel fate and cleaning everything up was sure to be a nightmare.

“What the fuck? Did we get robbed during the night?” she thought, stretching her arms and legs as she rose from her warm bed.

No, nothing as serious as that. The mess she was looking at was the aftermath of her twenty-fifth birthday party, a surprise event she had unceremoniously tried to avoid, only to be overruled by her roommate and best friend Trish. What should have been a quiet and relatively intimate event with only a couple of friends and close relatives soon became an open invitation to the entire neighborhood with plenty of booze, loud music throughout the night and plenty of unexpected surprises she was having a hard time remembering. Her head was throbbing. It felt like someone had cracked it open like an uncooked egg, removed the yolk, and then tried to glue it all back together. She rubbed her forehead with her right hand and stumbled into the bathroom where she found a handwritten note glued on the bathroom mirror. It read,

“Hey, girlfriend,

by now you’ve seen the ruckus - sorry about that! - but it was quite the party, wasn’t it? I have the morning shift at the store today so I’ll only be home around four to help you sort everything out. Wait for me and try not to go ballistic in the meantime, okay? I know you didn’t want anything big but you only celebrate a quarter of a century once so I had to do it. See you soon and relax.

xoxo,

Trish

P.S. - I left you a surprise gift in the kitchen. I hope you like it. Bye!”

“Ah, Trish...” Eliza crushed the rose-scented paper between her fingers and threw it in the garbage can at her feet. Now there was a woman that was always ready for crazy shenanigans and refused to grow up unless she had no other choice. She was still the wild soul that sat next to her in high school and offered to be her date to prom when the boy she was looking forward to going with ditched her for a cheerleader from another school. College life had seen her most daring and reckless behavior, one that almost led to expulsion. Still, regardless of her pernicious influence on her mental well-being, they remained quite close. Trish was the sister Eliza never had and her friend loved her more than her real family. Life had chosen them to be friends for life and nothing would change that.

Unlike Trish, Eliza had the weekend to herself, courtesy of her boring yet well-paid desk job at a lawyer’s office. Her boss had even allowed her to leave earlier the day before to celebrate her birthday so she couldn’t really complain. She undid her silk pajamas and stepped inside the shower for a refreshing splash of water all over her body. Ten minutes later, she was out, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, and although she felt more like herself, the splintering migraine remained.

“Just how much did you drink last night?” she said to herself.

The answer was: not that much. A glass of wine after arriving home, another one when she was cutting the cake, and a third shortly before sending everyone away. High tolerance to alcohol ran in the family so maybe that was not the culprit she was looking for. Had anything else happened at the party?

Eliza was no stranger to drugs, the lighter ones at least. A Marijuana joint here and there, DMT, some shrooms... most of her experimentation happened during the final year at college, and she regretted nothing for she never got addicted. It was possible someone had slipped something in her glass while she wasn’t looking as the symptoms of hangover and withdrawal were quite similar. Perhaps Trish would know.

The young secretary exited the bedroom and walked towards the kitchen, her tired eyes moving in every direction to register the extent of the damages. There were shredded clothes on the floor, broken vases, and empty beer cans everywhere. The Turkish rug had been peed on and someone had improvised an ashtray on her favorite cactus. White stains on the sofa, dining room table, and curtains painted an impression that would make any crime scene investigator jump with joy or disgust, probably both.

“Ewww...” Eliza said, the fleeting image of an out-of-control orgy running through her mind. That was not something she needed to dwell on before breakfast and yet it was now the only thing she could think of. Immediately, she went to wash her hands again, another assortment of sexual imagery flashing within her thoughts.

Her downstairs neighbor fucking her cousin Jackie on the sofa...

Co-worker Samantha being fucked in the ass by a gothic woman she had never seen before...

Her mother and father taking turns sucking on a big-breasted redhead’s flesh-colored dildo...

Trish drinking champagne from a hairless pussy on the kitchen floor...

... and herself staring vacantly at everything that was going on while a woman with jet-black hair and gray eyes bit her right ear lobe and whispered tantalizing commands to her subconscious mind.

Eliza stopped in the middle of the living room, the entire world spinning under the weight of unfettered imagination. Where had that all come from? And why was everything so fucking hot? She leaned against the table and had to recoil her hand upon noticing more drops of dried cum right at the edge. “Wait, did this really happen?”

Turning around, she reached for her phone. Trish worked at a 7-Eleven about ten blocks away from where they lived. The morning shifts were usually the quietest ones and it was easy for her to sneak out for a minute or two if needed. The phone rang only once before her thick New York accent echoed in the line.

“Hey, Eliza. What’s up? Have you seen the present I left for you in the kitchen?” she asked.

“No, not yet. I’m actually busy staring at the mess all around. How did things get so out of hand? What really happened last night?”

“What? You don’t remember?”

“If I did, I wouldn’t be asking, don’t you think?”

“Oh, wow! She said that might happen but I didn’t expect it to be true.”

“She? Who are you talking about?”

“You really don’t know?”

“No, Trish, I don’t. My head is killing me and I hate seeing everything in shambles. Please tell me what’s going on.”

“Hmmm, sure. Just give me a second while I sneak into the bathroom so we can talk more openly. Oh, and you may want to take a seat as well.”

“Why?”

“Trust me, it’s better if you do.”

“Okay...” Eliza pulled up a chair and immediately pushed it aside upon noticing more evidence of sexual intercourse splattered over the seat. “Jesus, why is everything so fucking gross?”

The second chair looked clean but she didn’t want to risk it so she returned to the bedroom, pacing herself back and forth while yet another collection of random flashes made her legs and pussy tingle.

A police officer being leashed around across the main hallway...

Trish’s older sister Bianca licking her own toes by the front door...

A dozen of strangers doing a naked Conga line up and down the stairs, while everyone else laughed...

Another one of her co-workers walking inside and immediately flashing her titties as if it was the most natural thing in the world...

... and her, once more, surrounded by the unbridled sexual frenzy while her thoughts were turned into mush by powerful hypnotic suggestions.

Eliza gasped and caught her breath, arms, and legs turning into jelly as she struggled to stay on her feet. She leaned against the bedroom door’s threshold and waited for Trish to lock herself in the store’s bathroom.

“Are you still there?” she asked.

“Yeah, but this is getting weird as fuck,” Eliza replied.

“What do you mean?”

“I keep having these strange visions about last night but surely they can’t be real! My birthday didn’t turn into a fucking orgy, did it?”

“Well...”

“Well, what?”

“I guess that depends on what you consider an orgy...” Trish mumbled. “Are you sitting down?”

“Not yet.”

“Please do then.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Indulge me, please. It’s really for the best.”

“Just spill it, please. What happened?”

“Well, deep down inside I think you know but... I introduced you to someone yesterday when you got home, remember?”

“No, I...”

“Just think, sweetie. Black hair, gray eyes, a spiraling necklace around her neck... You know who she is, I know you do.”

“Hmmm, I do?”

Yes, she did. The vague description matched the woman of her strange daydream fantasies, the eye of the storm itself dictating the ways of the world and everything in it. What was her name again? She was called...

* * *

“Hannah. Nice to meet you, Eliza. I heard so much about you.” she suddenly remembered.

“Hello. Apologies, but I can’t say I did the same. Are you a friend of Trish?”

“Something like that, yes. She invited me to your birthday party. I hope that’s okay with you.”

“Hmmm, I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone new today but sure... Any friend of Trish is welcome here.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I’m looking forward to finding out if the stories I heard about you are true or not.”

“And what stories are those?”

“You should probably ask her that yourself.”

* * *

“Hannah, right?” Eliza mumbled. “But who is she? Why did you bring her here?”

“Because I had no choice. She told me she wanted to meet you and whenever Goddess gets something in her mind, suddenly it’s on my mind too. You understand, right?”

“No, I don’t. Did you just call her Goddess?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s what she is to me. I told you all of this yesterday. You were peeved about me bringing someone over without telling you, so you called me to the kitchen and...

* * *

... gently closed the door behind them so they wouldn’t be disturbed. Glass of wine in hand, Eliza asked,

“Okay, who is she, really? Do you have a new girlfriend and you didn’t tell me?”

“No, it’s not like that. I do love her but our relationship is a different beast altogether. She makes me feel things I never thought I would feel and my life has never been the same ever since I met her. She’s a Goddess, you know? A genuine, mesmerizing Goddess who is sure to entrance you too.”

“Entrance me? Is that why she’s here?”

“She loves to share her gifts with others and create avenues of fun unlike anything you’ve ever imagined. I promise you you’re going to have a birthday beyond your wildest dreams. Trust me on this, okay?”

* * *

“So did I? Did I trust you?” Eliza bit her tongue as the picture of the night before started to become clearer in her mind.

“Yes, and you trusted her, too. And so did everyone else. I admit things got a little carried away but it was amazing nonetheless. Everyone was excited, but you were on a scale of your own, girl.”

“What do you mean?”

“The stories I told my Goddess about were all about how much a sweetheart you are. I praised your imagination, your empathy, and the way you care for others more than you care about yourself sometimes... but I also told her how often you hold back, how you don’t do wild and extravagant things anymore and she said we all need a little madness in your lives. That’s why she came: she wanted to set your mind free for a bit and she did. The present I left you proves just that.”

“You keep talking about that present. What is it?”

“Go get it and all your questions will be answered, dear. I need to go, okay? We’ll talk some more when I get home.”

Trish hung up the phone, leaving Eliza more bewildered than ever.

“So let me get this straight...” she muttered to herself. “Trish met a hypnotist and fell head over heels for her when she started messing with her head, brought her here to do the same to me as some sort of crazy birthday present, and then this place turned into a brothel? Come on! How is any of this shit real?”

Eliza dragged her confused body downstairs again, finally reaching the kitchen stand where a small rectangular box was waiting for her. Inside, resting on a transparent plastic case, was a DVD labeled “Your Birthday”. The moment she touched it, all memories she had unintentionally forgotten came rushing in like a cascade.

Hannah touching the necklace around her neck and telling her to relax...

The candles on the chocolate and strawberry cake flickering and pulling her sleepy eyes with them...

Honeyed suggestions of freedom and sexual debauchery taking hold of her brain...

Calling Hannah Goddess as she sunk to her knees writhing in ecstasy...

... and all the other guests, those she knew and those that had come uninvited, joining her in a carnal ritual that could only stop when everyone came together.

She remembered the camera recording it all for posterity and now the result stared her in the eye, almost four hours of the craziest homemade porno in existence, a movie where everyone had top billing and nothing remained the same.

“Oh, fuck!” Eliza exclaimed, her wet pussy demanding attention. If that was her gift, then she had to make the best of it. Momentarily forgetting the chaos inside the house, she turned on the TV and grinned. She had a movie to watch.