Fisher of Men

by Phoebe Alexander

  Casey was the one who broke the embrace, but she kept ahold of Leah's right hand so she could twirl her around like a ballerina. “You are positively exquisite!” she decreed. “That forest green is simply stunning on you!” She looked around The Pearl, from the staircase, past the rotunda to the rest of the lobby stretching before them. “And this place...oh, Leah, you and your staff have really outdone yourselves. The Pearl has always been lovely, but it is downright enchanting tonight! I feel like I've stepped into a dream, the most beautiful of dreams!”

  Leah was beaming. She was rightfully proud of her staff and their work, but she had been the one to bring it all together, and knowing that she had exceeded Ms. Fontaine's wildest expectations was the best reward she could ever hope for.

  “I'm so glad you like it,” she replied humbly. She noticed that Casey's friend Rhonda had joined her. Her face looked pinched and her body stiff, as if she wasn't comfortable with the display of affection she'd just witnessed between her friend and Leah. She looked like a protective watchdog, her lips nearly curled into a snarl.

  “Hello, Rhonda, nice to see you again!” Leah offered warmly, extending her hand.

  “Doesn't everything look amazing?” Casey sang, her golden voice flecked with joy.

  Rhonda forced a smirk. “Yeah, it looks great, thanks, Leah,” she said while giving Leah's hand a perfunctory shake.

  That woman does not like me, Leah observed, but she shrugged it off as she headed back toward the ballroom. She allowed her mind to wonder what Cap was up to. Seeing him with another woman, she thought, that will be the true test if I'm okay with this whole thing. Although he did say that for the right woman...he would consider putting all this behind him. I wonder if I could ever be that woman? Am I too young for him? Too inexperienced? She shook the questions out of her mind, unsure if she really wanted the answers.

  She found Cap chatting with Trish, the bartender for whom she had filled in during the last party. Trish was a single mom in her early thirties with shoulder-length curly brown hair and warm brown eyes. She was friendly and had a way of connecting with guests that made her a good bartender. Leah stood several feet back and observed Trish's response to Cap's flashing dimples and gleaming ocean-blue eyes. She has no idea I'm dating that man, Leah thought. I wonder if she has any clue what type of party this is.

  She forced herself to stop staring, instead pulling herself toward the kitchen where she planned to check in with the staff to see how dinner service was going. Casey had been worried about a multi-course served dinner when ordinarily she provided hor d'oeuvres and a bar menu. “I know it seems paradoxical,” she'd confessed to Leah during their meeting in her office a couple of weeks prior, “but my group members really are creatures of habit. They don't like changes in venues or menus or whatever their expectations have been set for. Convincing them that The Pearl was going to be great after the debacle at the last place was quite the challenge!”

  It did seem odd to Leah for a lifestyle that was dedicated to sampling a variety of “foods,” but then again she was discovering there were a whole lot of other discrepancies between her limited knowledge and perception of swingers and the reality of them. She looked around the room at the ladies in their formal gowns and gentlemen donning sharp suits and even a few tuxedos. Casey's Group had gone all out for their Christmas soiree and there were hardly any inappropriate displays of affection or amounts of skin being shown. Leah was mildly surprised to see the group on their best behavior after Casey had received permission for more adult activities and exposure in the ballroom. Maybe they're saving that for next month, she guessed, even though no future parties had been scheduled. Leah's fingers were crossed knowing how important it was to Barry that they maintain a good working relationship with her group.

  As the night wore on, the ballroom became more and more deserted. The D.J. appeared bored under his spinning kaleidoscope of lights. The bartenders looked tired as they leaned against their stations, prompting Leah to dismiss them around midnight. “But what if someone else wants a drink?” Gina had protested.

  “I'll take care of them,” Leah promised. She surveyed the wait staff clearing the rest of the tables of dishes, glasses and silverware. There was a heap of napkins and tablecloths on a cart pushed to the side. Only four guests remained in the huge ballroom: one couple was slow-dancing on the parquet floor with their bodies tightly conjoined, and the other was in the dark recesses of the corner between the wall of windows and the D.J. table. Leah could tell they were caressing each other and kissing, probably believing they were concealed behind a trio of Christmas trees.

  I wonder where Cap went? she thought, proud of herself that she had gone at least an hour without feeling like she needed to know his whereabouts. Before that thought had too much time to take root, she watched Casey amble into the ballroom. She wore a huge grin on her face, her hair was slightly disheveled and she carried her heels in one hand by their straps. Her mink stole was absent as well as most of her lipstick; only a crimson ring outlining her lips remained. She stumbled toward Leah, evidently still buzzing from earlier alcohol consumption or perhaps an intoxicating romp in one of the hotel rooms above them. Probably both, Leah thought with a laugh.

  “This is simply the most marvelous party I have ever hosted,” Casey gushed, her words only slightly slurred.

  “Oh, I'm thrilled!” Leah replied. “Everyone went home pretty early though, didn't they?”

  Casey erupted in glittery laughter. “Oh, no, my dear, quite the contrary. I think most people went upstairs to play!” She winked. “Did you book all the rooms in our block?”

  Leah nodded. “We even had to add some rooms to the block earlier in the week!”

  “That is the sign of a successful swinger party!” Casey proclaimed, raising the glass she carried in her other hand victoriously.

  “I'd toast to that if I had my own drink,” Leah offered, eyeing the remaining burgundy liquid swirling in the crystal stemware and praying it didn't slosh out and onto the carpet.

  “Well, they're cleaning things up in here and I know the ballroom has to be shut down by one anyway. Why don't you come up to my room and have a drink?” It was more of an expectation than an invitation, Leah noticed.

  She nodded and Casey set her wine glass down on the bartop. She grabbed Leah affectionately by the hand to lead her toward the elevators. Once on board, she pushed 4 for the fourth floor, then quickly realized she really meant 5 for the top floor. She laughed at her mistake, and then pulled Leah so close to her that Leah's hunter green silk ruching was touching the red sequins of Casey's bodice. “I'm so glad I met you, Miss Leah Miller. You are just the best little hostess, a woman after my own heart. I hope you don't mind if I give you a hug!”

  Leah felt no compelling reason to deny Ms. Fontaine's request, and hey, at least she asked first, so she nodded briefly before being pulled tightly into Casey's tight embrace, just like she had at the beginning of the night. When the elevator doors finally slid open, Casey released Leah and pulled her down the hallway toward the suite at the end. Leah knew the room well. It comprised the entire west end of the fifth floor and offered a breathtaking view of Assawoman Bay.

  The thick navy blue drapes were all pushed to one side of the huge plate glass windows revealing the bay several stories beneath them. The hazy moonlight fell in dappled ripples across the inky water and the lights from houses on the banks dotted the shore like fireflies against the night sky in summer. Only a single lamp illuminated the bar area of the suite; the rest of the space was dark. Casey slid over to the lighted area and opened the door of the mini fridge. Leah heard some glasses clinking together and then liquid being poured. She arrived at the bar area just in time for Casey to push a drink into her hand.

  She took a sip and felt it burn down her throat. It was much stronger and more corrosive than anything she was accustomed to drinking. She took another sip, with the conflicting interests of not offending her hostess and avoiding intoxication. I real
ly need to make it home in one piece, she thought. And I really expected that Cap would hunt me down to invite me back to his place. It didn't take long for the thought of him to creep back into her mind. What if he's downstairs looking for me?

  She thanked Casey for the drink and for helping make the party a success and graciously excused herself. Casey was standing by the windows looking out across the bay when the younger woman exited the room. Leah began to make her way down the long hallway of the fifth floor when she heard deep moans and a few shrill screams pierce the tranquility of the night. She quickly traced the sound to a room about halfway down the hall from the elevators and observed that the door to the room was ajar.

  Leah pushed the door open just enough to give herself a full view of the room. Her knees were trembling as the forms dispersed throughout the space came into focus. Rhonda, the statuesque bleach-blonde reclined in the plush armchair between the windows and the king-sized bed. Upon further inspection, it was clear that she was sitting on the lap of a compact, nude man with a very hairy chest and thick dark hair. Leah recognized him as the man with the mustache that had been with his wife and Cap to order drinks the night she first met him. Sure enough the petite woman with the long, curly dark hair on the bed was his wife. Between her legs perched a black man slurping and licking at her sex as if he was devouring ambrosia from the gods. Leah could see the muscles rippling in his back as he worked his mouth and tongue on her clit and labia.

  There was another man, this one pasty-white with a bit of a beer gut on his knees feeding his cock to the woman with one hand, the other massaging her small breasts that jutted out the top of a scarlet red corset. And finally, there was one more man, to make it four, taking pictures from side of the bed nearer to the window. Leah felt her heart seize when she realized it was Cap.

  Sensing motion, Leah glanced over to see what Rhonda was up to. She had re-positioned herself on her knees on the floor in front of the window, grasping the mustached man's erect cock on one side of her while Cap moved into place on the other side and plunged his stiff member into her mouth. She switched back and forth between the two men who looked down on her approvingly, deep moans forming on their lips.

  The sight of Rhonda pleasuring two men just feet away stirred passions within Leah that she had long suppressed. She looked back toward the bed and watched the dark haired lady, whom she quickly learned was named Pam because the man she was sucking kept saying her name, buck against the lips of the man between her legs.

  “That's it, baby,” the black man growled. “Come for me, baby.” She watched Pam deep-throat the man kneeling by her face while she thrashed in wild ecstasy, the climax seizing control of her body. She tried to pull back from the cock in her mouth so she could catch her breath, but the beer-bellied man gripped her face and forced her to take all of him down her throat, rendering her incapable of producing sound.

  Rhonda began to 69 with the dark, hairy man, literally riding his mustache while Cap slid his cock into her from behind. Leah watched Cap drill away at her pussy, his thick, tan hands gripping her hips while her mouth bobbed up and down on the other man's lengthy tool. Her screams of pleasure were intermittently muffled when her mouth was stuffed full of cock. On the other bed, Pam recovered from her orgasm and quickly announced, "I'll take what she's having!"

  Pam fumbled with the clasps to her corset, finally releasing her breasts and tossing the article of clothing halfway across the room in one swift motion. The pasty beer-bellied man stretched out on the bed so that Pam could mount him in the 69 position, straddling his face and lowering her soaking wet pussy to his lips while she also wrapped her lips around his turgid pole.

  The other man, apparently named Jason, rolled a condom onto his thick, black cock and took his position behind Pam, working himself slowly into her dripping hole. He fucked her slowly and steadily so she didn't have to sacrifice her focus on the cock in her face. “There is NOTHING better than being fucked while I have a nice hard, thick cock to lick and suck!” she managed to exclaim to approving groans from her male companions as well as Rhonda who was still by the window in a matching configuration.

  Leah continued to watch through the crack in the door. She felt like she was suspended in an alternate reality, the scene playing out before her so foreign that she could scarcely grasp it. It was beyond her wildest, kinkiest fantasy. She had never even thought to imagine herself having two partners, let alone being one participant in a group of six consenting adults. This is like live porn, she realized, nearly murmuring an audible gasp. Not that I have ever even watched porn, but I guess it goes down like this? She just couldn't wrap her head around it.

  Eventually Jason was spent and went to clean up. Pam climbed off the other man, whose name Leah now learned was Tony, and lay down on her back so that he could move into position to fuck her. Jason came back to the bed and laid down beside her. She stroked her fingers down Jason's thigh and around his balls while Tony pulled her legs up and pushed them back almost to her ears so he could bury himself balls-deep inside her. She nearly cried out from the intensity and Jason leaned over so that he could take one of her nipples into his mouth, ostensibly trying to balance out the sensations. Leah observed that his once-spent cock was already beginning to stiffen again as he suckled at her breast.

  Rhonda had meanwhile moved beside Pam on the bed where the mustached man began fucking her again and Cap stood at the edge of the bed feeding her his cock. Then everyone changed positions yet again. Jason assumed the position between Rhonda's thighs so he could bury his face in her freshly fucked pussy.

  Cap began fucking Pam and her husband now stood beside the bed feeding Rhonda his cock and beginning to feel his balls tighten with cum, poised to explode. Leah watched Rhonda's eyes, burning with desire, her mouth open and her lips begging him to feed her his load. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and stroked until it erupted in three long spurts, covering Rhonda's face and mouth. He bent to lick the hot, thick semen off Rhonda's chin and allowed her to suck it off his tongue like a greedy little whore. Then Rhonda turned to Pam and the two began to kiss, sharing the semen, swirling it on their tongues and licking it off each other’s lips.

  “Fuck! That is SO HOT!” Tony grunted and then Leah saw his face contort as his own orgasm gripped his entire body, causing him to convulse and eventually collapse on the bed next to Rhonda.

  Jason then assumed Cap's place, sliding his cock into Pam and wasting no time relentlessly drilling into her juicy cunt. Leah observed Pam's small white hands burying themselves in Jason's fleshy black ass cheeks, helping him achieve maximum depth inside her. Cap began to calculate his next move and suddenly looked past the bed and toward the door where his eyes locked onto Leah's. She felt her entire body go numb as soon as it sunk in that he recognized her.

  She hadn't had time to process her feelings about his involvement in the scene unfolding before her. Everything was happening so fast, she felt dizzy and drunk as if she'd downed five drinks in Casey's suite instead of one. Her head and heart were both pounding in unison as Cap began to make his way toward her. I'm not ready for this, she thought, the one clear thought that finally pierced through the muck. I'm just not ready.

  Cap's naked body approached Leah, silhouetted against the moonlight streaming in from the windows on the far side of the room and his erection beginning to subside as he grasped the consequences of Leah having witnessed his participation in an orgy. Before he reached her, she slipped out of sight, closing the door behind her. She was halfway down the hall when she heard the door open and Cap's distressed voice calling after her, “Leah, wait! Leah!” But he couldn't chase her down since he hadn't redressed.

  By the time she reached the elevators, the echo of his voice had faded into the stagnant air of the hallway. Leah began to feel nausea stirring in the pit of her stomach, threatening to force its contents up her throat. She swallowed hard, refusing to let herself react physically to what she'd just seen. The emotional reaction is bad enough, she
deemed. On the elevator ride down to the lobby, she erased Cap's number from her phone.

  EIGHT

  The acts of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery; idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God. But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. -Galatians 5:19-23 (NIV)

  “Wait, you mean like an orgy?” Aimee gasped. Her best friend's rampant curiosity was so strong, it seemed as though it might reach through the phone at any moment and grab Leah around the neck to choke out the answers Aimee craved.

  Leah was doing her best to stay calm. She'd been up all night pacing between her living room, kitchen and bedroom and at last she was more weary than agitated. Glory was on high alert, attuned to her owner's mental anguish and standing guard near the sliding glass door to the little balcony where Leah kept a grill and her beach-going paraphernalia. Leah lamented that her faithful little dog wasn't able to guard her mind and heart from all the conflicting nerve impulses rushing through her synapses.

  She'd finally turned off her phone around 3 AM. A Maryland number repeatedly called, and she was positive it was Cap. She couldn't think of anything to say to him, and if she was being honest, she was angrier at herself than him, anyway. It's not like I didn't know he was a swinger, she reasoned. What did I think he was going to do at a swinger party? Keep it in his pants all night?

  When she turned her phone back on again at 8 AM there were three texts waiting from Aimee demanding an account of the previous night. I might as well call her and get this over with, Leah relented. She described to her friend the beautifully decorated lobby and ballroom with their twinkling evergreen trees, pine boughs and fairy-like tulle-wrapped columns. She launched into great detail about all the lovely gowns and the handsome men in their tuxes and how everything was truly magical up until the moment she realized the man she was interested in was impaling two other women's various orifices with his dick.