“No need for it,” Tony responded.
“Great. Second, there is a safe word to stop any situation you are uncomfortable in. The safe word is ‘elephant.’ There is a security guard in every room. Third, if you move as a couple, you stay as a couple. Meaning, that any activity you participate in your partner must be present and involved whether it’s contributing or watching. Your partner must be present in the same room. When you go through those doors”—she pointed to a large solid oak door across the room—“there are different rooms you can enter and interact with others. Every person here has been screened. There are condoms in every room or lounge area. We leave it up to the individual or couple to practice safe sex. Lastly, I will have to take any electronic devices on you along with your purse and wallet for security reasons. You will place them into a locked security box where only you can open it. All security boxes are placed into a guarded room where entry can only be made with a key card held by me only. Now that we got that out the way, what can I get you to drink?”
“We’ll take two glasses of Patrón with ice and salted lime wedges.”
“Okay, I’ll be back with your drinks and the lockbox for your belongings. Don’t forget to choose a color to continue with.” She set the platter of masks on a small table beside us and walked over to the bar. A huge six foot shadow suddenly appeared following her.
“Wow, this is . . .” I didn’t want to react. My insides were flipping around, in a good way. But if I’d shown him how anxious I was he would have seen an opportunity to get back in. I didn’t want it to go there. I had him at my beck and call, not me at his.
“This is your chance to back out now if it’s something you don’t want to do. I don’t want you to feel pressured just because we’re here.” He picked up the green mask.
“Green, you want to try something new?”
“Isn’t that the reason we’re here? If it’s not our tea we can always leave.”
“Well, there’s the safe word.” He passed me a green mask, but I pushed his hand away. “Maybe next time.”
The hostess returned with our drinks in hand and the lockbox carried by her six foot shadow. He was definitely intimidating with his broad shoulders, big chest, at least 300 pounds, arms as big as thighs; and the lighting made him just plain ol’ scary.
“Okay, here we go. Your drinks.” She placed each glass into our hands. “Have you decided on your color for the night?” She looked to her shadow and took the lockbox and placed it in front of us. He then handed her a tablet. She swiped on the screen and presented it to us. “Can both of you place your right thumbs on the screen for a few seconds. This way you can open the lockbox.”
We did as she asked. I was impressed. These parties must bring in an exclusive crowd. The security seemed topnotch. She then requested us to place our thumbs on a black screen on top of the lockbox. Two seconds later the door popped opened. I handed Tony my purse and he put it in along with his cell phone and money clip.
“Please close the door. Thank you.” She handed the box to her shadow. “The box cannot be opened without your thumbprints. Now have you decided on your color?”
“Yes, red.”
“Okay then, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, you can proceed through those double doors and enjoy your night.” She picked up the tray of masks and walked away with her shadow following.
“Okay, you ready to explore? From what I heard we should have lots of fun.” He grabbed my hand and led me through the double doors.
With drinks in hand we stepped through the doors. The lights were very dim staying with the same red color. There were daybeds scattered throughout. It was a very large warehouse separated into different sections by hanging sheer curtains. All types of moans and groans could be heard: some cursing in ecstasy, some reaching their climax, and some encouraging others to go harder.
It was overwhelming at first to see all those naked bodies scattered about going at it. But after a few minutes and a few sips of Patrón along with Tony’s hand wrapped around my body those nerves subsided. We walked around the large space slowly, taking notes on how everyone was interacting with each other. One scene had at least four voyeurs watching while pleasing themselves, nude bodies with green and red masks on were layered on top of each other licking, inserting, and rubbing all over each other. It was like a live porno play.
Scantily dressed women and men were walking around with serving trays displaying condoms, lubrication, whips, handcuffs, blindfolds, and even vibrators. I noticed that servers were picking up clothes as they hit the floor and slipping bracelets on to their wrists. It was done very smoothly without disturbing the mood of the situation. It was an upscale swinger’s party. I was so amazed at how free everyone was. There were men on men, women on men, women on women; it was a secret dream come true. On the inside I wanted to strip bare and join the closest group next to me. We continued to another scene.
“Tony, this is—”
“Just what you wanted.” He smiled.
I think my grin was bigger than his. “Let me find out that you’re finally over the fact that you can’t have me all to yourself. But you’ve been keeping all this a secret, why?” I waved my hand then took another sip of my drink.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Oh yeah, like you haven’t been to one of these before.” I rolled my eyes and looked away. I wasn’t mad, but getting rid of him for good would be senseless.
“Honestly, I’d never been. I only got an invite because I used one of my boys’ name.”
“And who is your boy?”
“You will never meet him. Remember our agreement: there are no meet-and-greets with anyone in our personal lives.” He gave me a little wink and nod then emptied his glass. As one of the servers walked by he placed the glass on the tray.
I was ready to get it started. My skin was hot, and my arousal started to bubble over. I watched Tony undress, so I followed suit. I placed my empty glass on a tray as a server slipped my bracelet on to my wrist. I kept my shoes on, only because I didn’t want them to be mishandled or someone thinking it’s okay to try them on.
“Do you want—”
Before he could finish his question my feet led me away. I spotted a chiseled chest, defined abs, strong arms, and a well-endowed white man, which was rare from what I’d been told. When I was in college I dated a few white guys, but they always fell short so I never got that point. My hot spot was already overflowing watching him dig deep into this woman while another was shoving her tongue down his throat. I didn’t care to look if Tony was behind me or not. I am getting a taste of that, I thought.
I eased closer, staring at him. He had a green mask on, which meant he wanted something new. My mind was set on showing him something new. I stood there with my nipples erect, my clit throbbing, and ready for him to slam his ten wide inches into me. I suddenly felt Tony’s readiness to bend me over and do me right there, but I wasn’t having it. I placed myself at the edge of the daybed like a begging dog. He stopped momentarily, and reached for my right breast. I let out a soft moan welcoming his touch.
“I’ve never had chocolate before. Can only you join?”
“Let me show you what a little bit of chocolate can do for you.” I licked my lips and lifted a fresh condom of the tray next to the bed. “Let’s just make it clear: you can’t stick me and anyone else at the same time.” I handed him the condom.
He moved of the bed and removed the rubber from his penis and placed the new one on. I heard the female, who was on all fours, on the bed groaning for more. I smiled watching the other woman slowly move off the bed.
“You ladies have had me long enough. It’s time for something new,” he said to the ladies, then looked to me.
That was my cue. I grabbed his stiff manhood and gently stroked while nudging him to lie on the bed. “Are you ready?” I playfully said as I licked the tip of his dick. “Mmm, bubblegum, my favorite.” He felt so good in my mouth. I couldn’t help myself as I eased hi
s entire shaft into my mouth; he was a perfect fit. I went slowly up and down, loving every minute of it. Tony was far from my mind. I was sure he stood there and watched. I was too involved to care. I took my time making him moan and squirm.
“Please let me taste you,” he whined.
For some reason I didn’t and wouldn’t stop. I just started moving my hand in a twisting motion quickly with my mouth securing his cock. He seemed to like it even more, which made me drip more and more. Suddenly, I felt a hand rubbing my ass cheek. It made me stop to look back. It made my moaning partner sit up too.
“Hey, buddy, she’s partying alone in this scene.”
“What? Do you not see that we’re a couple?”
Everything stopped. I was embarrassed, mortified, that Tony would actually make a scene at a place like this. I even saw security moving closer. Everyone was standing around waiting for shit to hit the fan.
“Tony, stop acting like a possessive fool and go have some fun elsewhere,” I muttered under my breath. I then turned to my naked companion. “Don’t worry he’s not joining.” As soon as I said that, I saw security approaching.
Security was all in black, two stocky males, at least 275 pounds and over six feet tall, reaching for Tony. I didn’t want to be humiliated even more so I quickly got off the bed and got in between security and Tony. At that point all eyes were on us.
“Tony, please.” I felt the heat rise in my cheeks.
“Excuse me, miss, is there a problem?” one male security sternly asked, ready to toss Tony to the side.
“No, not at all,” Tony answered.
“Miss, as policy if your husband or boyfriend does not agree with your actions, both of you will be asked to exit.”
I was all set to go off on Tony, but I chose to put Tony at ease. “There’s no problem.” I quickly removed myself from the bed.
“That sucks,” I heard from my naked acquaintance.
“Sorry, maybe next time.” I brushed through Tony and security. I was ready to leave.
“Regina, wait,” I heard Tony calling.
His possessiveness was showing its ugly head again. We spoke on this once before. I even cut his ass off for a while and now that he finally stepped it up, I was forced to kick him to the curb like an old pair of shoes. I tapped on the arm of the first server I saw. “Excuse me, can you get me my things?” I tried to be casual as possible, not to expose my ignominy. I walked over to one of the empty lounge chairs against the wall and took a seat. I looked around at the world I was just teased with, wishing that my unfortunate incident didn’t cause anything but a minor fee and not lifetime ban.
I could see Tony walking toward me. Oh hell, if he starts some shit, I’m calling security my damn self, I thought.
“Regina, I thought you wanted to experience this as a couple. If you want to we can change our masks. I don’t care who you fuck, suck, lick, or pour yourself over. I brought you here to show you I’m not jealous. I don’t care if I have to share you, besides aren’t you moving on? Getting married?”
He pitched my lie directly to my face without a blink. Tony’s voice was extremely calm even when the server came by with my clothes, not skipping a beat when he passed her his bracelet for his items. My shock kept me silent. I didn’t want to cause any more of a scene so I just slid my dress on in a hurry.
“Okay, so I guess you want to leave.”
“Yeah.” My voice cracked a bit. “Umm, I don’t think I was ready for it . . . with you . . . anyway.” I heard his chuckle behind me. Oh, how I wanted to slap the shit out of him.
“You right.”
I felt the enormous grin he must have had plastered across his face. Suddenly I remembered, I can’t get that lockbox open without him. Shit! My rushed pace suddenly slowed. I turned around and he was wrestling with gravity to put his clothes on. I died of laughter on the inside. He wasn’t getting that satisfaction; instead I got madder. I stood there with my arms folded across my chest looking at my wrist as if I was wearing a watch. I was only less than fifty steps from the huge double doors to exit.
“Just a minute.” He realized I was waiting instead of bucking through the doors, so he got a hold of himself and got dressed.
“I can’t get my shit without you or did you forget about that?” I belted at him when he walked over.
“No, but it seemed you just grasped the situation by the way you stood still in slow motion,” he snapped back.
“Please, it seems like you forgot who I am.”
“You can’t be anything more than what you portray yourself to be.” He was digging into me deep.
I pushed the door open. Ooh, you motherfucker, I’m going to make you pay for that little comment, my mind chimed. I walked over to one of the lounge chairs and took a seat breathing very slowly to calm myself. What felt like minutes was truly seconds before a provocatively dressed waitress approached us.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes, we would like our things,” Tony stated.
“Of course, your hostess will be with you momentarily. Can I get you something to drink before you go?”
“No, thanks,” I thoughtfully said with a smile. I wanted to come back to the same welcoming service. She walked away talking into her headset.
After a few minutes of sitting in silence, the hostess approached. “Is everything all right?”
I stood up. “Yes, it’s just my date had another idea in mind.” I raised my brows and leaned in closer to her. “I think he forgot what I paid for.”
The hostess did nothing but smile at my comment then looked to Tony. I hoped he felt like shit! The hostess kindly presented us with the tablet cued for us to place our thumbs on. The security placed the lockbox on the small table beside the lounge chair. It took only seconds before the lockbox opened. As soon as I retrieved my purse, I stood up and looked to the hostess. “Thank you. Is there a card I can get to be invited again?”
“We don’t have cards. Everything is done by referral. As you know this is a very exclusive club and to be invited you will need a referral.”
I was confused. Is Tony a member? “Can you tell me who referred us?”
“You were a guest of your date, Tony. He has been a member for about a year. He can send me the referral with your e-mail address without a problem.”
My face was probably red. “Okay.” I looked to Tony. “Can you send her the referral now please?” He looked surprised.
“I can do it that later,” he snapped.
The hostess took her cue and left us immediately. I was pissed. This type of event was all I needed. I wouldn’t need Tony to satisfy me; I would have my choice. I needed that referral and I was going to make sure I got it.
“Okay, Tony, you made your point. Now can we just go to the hotel so you can get what you really wanted instead all of this?” I waved my hand around.
“Oh, so that’s it, huh? It’s me, huh?” He smiled and chuckled a bit.
I put on my best puppy-dog, “have sympathy for me” look. “I’m sorry, daddy. Do you forgive me?”
Of course he would forgive me. He said it himself: I was the one.
8
Mark
I thought having dinner together would be nice, but I guess takeout it will be. Lately, Regina had been distant. She spent more and more time away from me. Even when I was around she found an excuse to leave me. I didn’t know how to ask why she was avoiding me or more honestly I didn’t want to ask her. I knew why: the ring.
All the magazines, articles, books layered throughout the condo about the perfect marriage, the most exotic wedding location, the who’s and what’s of proper wedding etiquette, and of course the thick, heavyweight Wedding Planning for Dummies. I hated the idea of a wedding: the stress of who to invite, the money wasted on the venue for only a few hours, the amount of crappy-ass gifts you’ll return, and of course the plus-ones you will never encounter again. It all seemed so mediocre and not to mention an expensive, lavish party to show your guests just ho
w much you love your significant other.
It was simple to me really: find a mate who you can live with and build a life together without the legal binding hold of a marriage. What if after four years your relationship changes for the worse, then what? How do you go through the humiliating fact you couldn’t keep the marriage afloat? Then, as if dealing with that wasn’t enough, you’re forced to put a value on all the years you were married.
I thought attaching Regina to my bank accounts and properties she would be happy because in the end that’s what it all comes to: money. I wasn’t an idiot about it; my accountant made sure a hefty stipend of funds was deposited into my offshore accounts on the other side of the globe. Regina only had knowledge of my worth from the information I provided. I allowed her to have full control of the properties we owned. I thought by giving her an executive title and free rein on all decisions she would be satisfied, thinking she would be content in running her own company and making her own money. I still took care of all the bills and provided for her as any husband or man should so the cold shoulder and dismissive behavior didn’t come from money.
It seemed as if “the ring” was now becoming more and more shoved in my face. She always knew I never believed in “marriage.” I believed in love and no paper or party could ever show that. Marriage was a piece of paper that could be shredded in seventy-two different ways or retracted in hours. There was no doubt about my love for her, but I wanted kids and she couldn’t reproduce. Adopting wasn’t the same. I needed my blood, my DNA, running through my kid’s veins. I didn’t want a piece of paper defining who my kids were or were going to be. If I wanted a family with this woman I would have to accept adoption or create my child in a petri dish.
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