by Moore, Lee
“Oh hell, no! I have a wardrobe question.” I was slightly miffed she’d even think I was going to flake out on her.
“Clothing? Oh, shoot!”
“OK, so I know we’re meeting at your house, where are we going from there?”
“Does it matter?” she asked me.
“I want to know, slutty or classy?”
“OMG, what’s gotten into you?” she gushed.
“I want to know if I should wear some ‘Fuck Me’ clothing, or are we going somewhere classy, say a piano bar,” I told her with a grin.
“Wear the ‘Fuck Me’ clothes. Oh my God, you have to fill me in on what happened.”
“I will. Talk to you later, babe.”
“Bye, hon,” she told me and we both hung up.
Chapter 11 -
I checked myself out in Janice’s mirror. My blouse top was low-cut, showing off enough cleavage that even I was impressed, and the skirt I put on wasn’t a little short leather mini like I’d wanted, but it was tight and came down mid-thigh, showing off my trim waist and hips. If I was a guy, I’d want to fuck me, just saying!
“Girl, I don’t know what’s gotten into you!” Janice told me after I’d filled her in on the past week.
“Well, it was two fat cocks, about this big,” I told her, holding my hands apart to what I figured was about a foot. She was taking a sip of a hastily made martini and rewarded my response by blowing it out of her nose and mouth at the same time, coughing.
“Damn, Jan, you should really be careful with your drinking,” I told her, pounding her on the back. Damn, the gin must have burned getting blown out of her nose.
“Fuck you, slut,” she told me, and I privately was thrilled with the label.
“Fuck you, you wish you had two hot brothers doing you at once,” I told her with a leer.
“For two hot brothers, I would fuck you,” she told me and laughed when I sputtered, out of quick retorts for once.
“But you don’t do girls?” I said, half question, half statement.
“Don’t knock it till you try it,” she said whispering into my ear, squeezing my tit as she walked out of the bathroom. Good thing, because it caused a shiver that left me in goose bumps. I’d been friends with her forever, but how much did I really know about her? Part of me started tingling with that touch, and I fought the urge.
“What do you have to drink around here?” I asked her when I finally got the courage to leave the bathroom and confront her. Her squeeze, her hand, had felt like the first domino being flicked over, in an intricate pattern that I couldn’t quite make out yet.
“Tequila, here, have a shot,” she said, pulling two shot glasses out of the cupboard. She pulled a bottle of Cuervo from the cupboard over the fridge and poured two shots.
“To a crazy night,” she said, handing me one of them.
“To getting laid,” I told her, clinking her shot glass and grinning at her shocked expression.
“Michael thinks that… Wow. He thinks you are still… uh, not you,” she told me, trying not to crack up.
“You told him I’m a proper, Catholic school girl?”
“Something like that, but I know you’re not Catholic, and he isn’t going to be expecting all this!” she said, motioning to my outfit.
I downed the shot, trying not to sputter and cough. It wasn’t that it was bad, but straight-up hard alcohol wasn’t something I’d ever gotten used to. My eyes watered as I swallowed it.
“Damn,” I told her, wiping my arm across my mouth. “So how did you meet Michael, and why did you think to set him up with me?”
“I ran across him a long time ago back at the casino. He was playing blackjack, and I thought he was cute, and had the potential to give me lots of dirty sex.”
“Uh-huh, go on?”
“So I slid him my phone number and before he left that night he stopped me and asked me my name. I told him, and he said, ‘Janice, you seem like a nice girl, you don’t have to look for love this way’ or something like that. I told him I wasn’t looking for love; I was looking for a fireman’s pole to slide down later on.”
“Noooo…”
“Um, yeah, I know, I’m bad… He told me he wasn’t all that huge into anonymous sex, and hoped I wasn’t offended, but he wouldn’t mind getting to know me better.”
“So you stayed in touch?”
“Yeah, and the other day he was talking to me about something that happened in his church, and I realized that he was looking for someone more like you. Well, maybe the old you,” she told me with a grin.
I punched her in the arm, called her a slut, and poured two more shots.
“So, Jan, who’s coming out for you?” I asked her, and I was curious because it wasn’t something she’d mentioned yet.
She dug around in her purse and pulled out a string of Trojans and just grinned wickedly.
“What does that even mean?”
“Oh, it means I’ll find one or two to make me happy tonight,” she told me with a wicked grin. I must admit, part of me absolutely loved the idea. Getting the tinder lit, hot random sex, letting the fires of lust burn bright, even if only for a time.
“One or two?” I asked her, shocked.
“I’ve never been naked between two brothers like my slutty best friend. I think it’s time to try it, or try to beat her record.”
“Hey,” I said, punching her arm, and she started laughing when the door bell rang.
“You better get that,” she told me, making a shooing gesture.
I ran down her hallway, pausing in front of a mirror to make sure my makeup was still good, and then answered the door. I could make out a masculine shape in the frosted glass and opened it, butterflies in my stomach ready to take off.
“Hi there.”
“Hi, you must be Caroline. I’m Michael,” he told me, handing me a small bouquet of flowers.
“Oh wow, thank you, yes, come in,” I told him.
Half a glance, and a hand brush, was enough to let me know that as long as he wasn’t gay, I’d definitely let him be my next conquest. Where the boys were muscular and looked slightly unkempt, Michael was tall and lean like a swimmer, his hair cut short, and no beard stubble. There was something about him I couldn’t put my finger on, though; part of it was his self-confidence, I was sure.
He followed me to the kitchen, where Janice had been lining up a third shot glass and pouring a new round. I grabbed mine, and handed a shot glass to Michael.
“To new friends,” I toasted and Jan clinked her shot to mine as we downed them. Michael just set his glass back down.
“Sorry, I don’t drink,” he told me with a sheepish smile. I was already buzzing from the first two shots (empty stomach; I don’t recommend tequila on an empty stomach) so I was feeling bold. I downed his as well.
I coughed at the taste a bit, but honestly, after the first one, my taste buds were going numb.
“That’s OK, I’m probably good for the night now,” I told him, and Jan just gave me a sly grin.
“So what’s the plans tonight?” I asked the two of them; nobody had really given me much of an answer.
“I was thinking dinner, and maybe a club or two,” Janice said and Michael added, “Or dinner, and maybe a walk through the city? So we can get a chance to get to know each other?”
The evening wore on (and yes, that was meant to sound painful) and I realized that although Michael was physically attractive, he was too bookish and too into his church to be ready for anything else than a casual conversation once in a while. I had that all figured out by the time we were ordering dinner, and I won’t bore everyone with the details, but when I went to the bathroom, Jan excused herself and followed me in.
“So what do you think?” she asked me, trying to smile, but I could spot that it was a fake from a mile off.
“I’m thinking of ditching both of you and going to find someplace to dance,” I told her with a wry grin.
“How about we pretend you’re sick, and
we have to leave early?” she asked me.
“I’ll take care of it,” I told her after finishing washing my hands.
I could see that Michael was nervous having being left, and was obviously waiting for something like what Jan suggested, and he had a look of relief as we sat down at the table.
“Michael,” I opened, “I grew up in a very religious family, I’m sure you know what that’s like, by the sound of your upbringing?”
“Yes, yes ,of course, our church life is almost as important as our home life,” he told me. Wait a second, OUR church life, and OUR home life?
“Wait, who’s this ‘our’?” I asked him
“Well, my parents and my brothers and sisters,” he said shamefacedly.
“You still live at home with your parents?” I asked him, liking the way he squirmed.
“Yes, it’s a rather large house, maybe I can get you to come out and see it sometime next week,”
“Hm…” I said, chewing on my lip for a moment in thought. “Are you committed to that lifestyle?”
“The family, the church? Yes,” he said.
“Well, then let me stop this right here. You are kind, charming, and probably a very good man. I am not only running from old family business, I am fleeing the very memory of how it almost killed my relationship with my parents. When it comes to men, I want someone who can be a little bit dirty. Do you think you can do that?” I asked him, surprised at my monologue.
For a moment, he just stared at me slack-jawed, then shook his head no.
“Well, Michael, lets finish our dinner, and we can keep in touch,” I told him.
“You are nothing like I thought you were, so don’t worry about it, I think we got our wires crossed,” he said, looking at Janice—who looked as if she wanted to crawl under the booth and hide.
“So it won’t hurt your feelings if we finish dinner and go our separate ways?” I asked him sweetly, and he just nodded with a relieved smile.
“You know, Caroline, that’s the quickest breakup I’ve ever seen,” Janice said, and we all busted up laughing.
Chapter 11 –
Since Michael drove, we elected to call a cab, Janice giving the cabbie an address I didn’t recognize. He told us how much the fare would be, and told us about twenty minutes with the way traffic was. I just nodded, and Janice turned sideways in the seat and faced me.
“You remember me mentioning the club?” she said cryptically.
“Yes, of course, you go on and on about how much fun it is but clam up when I ask you for details.”
“Well…” and for the next twenty minutes she filled me in on it, and stopped to reassure me she wasn’t lying. My jaw dropped a couple of times and she just grinned, pulling out her smart phone and showing me. I was blown away, to say the least.
“So what happened with you, Daniel, and Derek could be at least a monthly thing, but being a girl, and open-minded, you could probably get as much kinky sex as you wanted. It’s kind of expensive, though,” she told me.
My whole body was tingling. A club that catered to Fantasies, sexual and non-sexual ones. A club where they had their own dungeon, a place where anything went as long as both parties consented, with their own doctors and staff on hand. The only thing I wasn’t sure about was the fact that everything was video-recorded, and I told Jan that.
“It’s part of the legal stuff. You can put it in a shredder right there, or you can keep it. You have to sign all sorts of non-disclosure agreements for privacy, and I can tell you one thing… I’ve fucked a crown prince, just a couple of nights ago,” she told me, and I was just floored.
“Nuh-uh,” I told her, not believing it.
“Oh yes, I’ve even got video proof back at my place, but it would be breaking the non-disclosure agreements to show you…”
“Ewww… I don’t want to watch you in a porno,” I told her, sort of surprised, but it didn’t gross me out as much as I pretended.
“Then how about I show you how we started the night off?” she asked me, swinging a leg across me, straddling me in the back of the cab. She grabbed my head, just under my hair, and pulled me close and kissed me. My breath caught, and I was suddenly a ball of lust.
I reached around and pulled her closer, so her crotch was up against my stomach. I could feel her heat radiating through her clothing, and I started tracing the curves of her back through her dress. I caught a peek and saw the cabbie was watching through the rearview mirror, so I pulled her dress up past her waist so I could get a good grab on her ass. Her breathing sped up, almost matching my heartbeat. If my heart didn’t slow down, it was going to explode.
I moved my hands down along her side as she started pinching my nipple through the fabric of my blouse, trying to work her hand inside. While she had troubles with my layers of clothing, I simply moved my hands up her sides, inside the dress, until I had them in front of her, cupping each breast. Both of our breathing was starting to get rough. It stopped in a heartbeat when the cabbie, who wasn’t paying attention to anything else, had to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting a parked car.
“Damn,” I said as she rolled off me, and with a shock, I saw that she had worked one of my coral-tipped breasts out of my shirt.
“Sorry,” the cabbie told us, getting us moving again while we got our clothing back in place and checked our makeup.
“Damn is right, I thought you would have freaked out on me,” she said, biting her lip for a moment.
“So do you like girls?” I asked her, a little unsure of myself.
“I like anything that makes me feel good,” she said with a smile. It was a sentiment we both shared, at least in theory.
“So what do you think?” she asked me, still flushed, and I pulled out a small mirror. Lipstick smudges, easy enough to fix.
“I think it sounds too good to be true,” I told her truthfully.
“Well, how about we sign you up and you can find out for yourself?”
“Oh my God, I don’t know. How much is it?” She whispered it into my ear and I pushed her back immediately.
“Nuh uh, no way. That’s too much,” I told her.
“Oh, I’ll help if you’re interested.” She grinned.
“How do you have that kind of money?” I asked her, confused.
“You sort of meet… high-end people there. People who have a lot of money, and I’ve been sort of seeing one of them outside of the club.”
“Oh my God, you really are a slut! You have a sugar daddy!”
“Oh, it isn’t just like that, but I have a card he left me, one he gave me as a gift, but I’ve never used it,” she said, digging through her purse and pulling out a leather card case, with a matte black card with an infinity symbol on the front, and a magnetic strip on the back.
“I don’t recognize the credit card,” I said, looking it over.
“That’s because it’s a club card.”
“You mean, as in house credit like the casinos use?”
“Yes, just like—oh goody, here we are,” she told me as we pulled up to a hotel.
“This?”
“Yes, this,” she said, “let’s go,” she told me taking me by the arm and throwing a couple of twenties on the seat next to the cabbie. He gave us a pathetic wave and took off.
“It doesn’t look like much,” I said, looking at it. It looked like any other hotel in Vegas, just older. The windows all had reflective tint on them, and none of them were open, which was hardly surprising given it’s Vegas.
“The whole place has been gutted and redone,” she told me.
“So what do we, uh, do?”
“Let’s get your sexy ass signed up, and while you’re busy, I’ll go see if I can work some kinks out,” she told me, dropping me a wink. “That is, if Melinda is working this late.”
“Who’s Melinda?”
“She’s the, er… matchmaker?”
“Matchmaker?”
“Come on, you’ll see.”
We walked in the mirrored d
oors and I was floored. We were at a security checkpoint that would make the TSA drool. I put my purse and shoes on the X-ray slide, and walked through a metal detector.
“Ma’am, do you have a cell phone, or any other metal objects?” a large guard asked.
“Oh shit, yes,” I handed them my cell phone, and they wrote something down and gave me a ticket.