by Cynthia Dane
The VIP room and the adjacent dance floor were Jasmine’s favorite spots for the majority of the night. Other women came in and out, getting progressively drunker and more on the verge of committing adultery, but Jasmine was loyal to both her seat and her fiancé. “Hope you have fun,” he texted her shortly after nine. “But not too much fun. Remember, I had a vasectomy. ;)”
“Is that a joke?” Kathryn shouted over Jasmine’s shoulder. It wasn’t that loud in there. “Or is he a douche?”
“It’s a joke.” Jasmine was pretty sure it was a joke, anyway. The wink said it all!
“Fuck me,” Kathryn muttered. At least she had taken the volume down a few notches. A million tequilas did that to a woman. “I don’t know which way is up anymore.”
“Hey! You!” Gwen called from the doorway. “Get over here and dance with us! We’ve got five guys who are ready to go!”
Kathryn got up, with nary a stumble, and chased after Gwen into the other room. Jasmine chose then to reply to her fiancé. “Every1 so drunk. Me 2.”
She wasn’t plastered yet, but she was halfway to Drunk Town and happy to see any face that would come by and say hello. Sometimes she would fall onto the dance floor and take a turn with Whitney Houston or LOL, but there were too many men she didn’t know. Even when I was single, I’m not sure how into it I would have been.
At nine-thirty, Adrienne made her grand appearance. “This is wild!” she cried, already spilling a Daiquiri. “And I’ve been to some wild parties this year! Who even are those people?”
Jasmine shrugged. “Professional partiers. I think some of them are randos off the street.”
“Woooow.”
“You’re telling me. This is technically my party!”
The likes of Selena were scarce that night, although Jasmine saw her locking lips with at least four guys… including two at once. Amber and Nadia remained close throughout the night, which was hilarious, considering Jasmine fully expected Nadia to be as raunchy with Eva as any of the straight women were with their new male friends. Adrienne was so enthralled with what was going on that she spent at least twenty minutes gawking at the rooms and trying to get real conversations out of the women she knew… who were already so drunk and boisterous that they were scaring guys off.
“You lost me another one!” Kathryn shouted over Taylor Swift. “I swear to God, Eva!”
“You’ve got a boyfriend!”
“I knooow that’s why you’ve gotta take a selfie of me grinding with some dude so we can send it to him!”
“Hon, it ain’t a selfie if I’m taking it for you!”
“Hey! Hey you! Get over here and let me rub up against you! I’ve got money!”
Even Luna was not sacred. The one time Jasmine got up to go to the bathroom, she found her mother in the middle of a dance sandwich. Or did five men make it more than a sandwich? Either way, most of them had lost their thongs and were shaking their bare asses around a woman old enough to be their mother.
At a quarter to ten, Selena finally emerged from her endless make-out sessions and demanded everyone in “Jasmine’s group” to meet up in the VIP room. There, two unknown women waited.
Naturally, they were selling them shit.
“This is the Vagina Gypsy 2100,” one woman with a huge weave and enough costume jewelry to knock out a car full of clowns said, holding up one of the biggest dildos Jasmine had ever seen. “It comes in three colors.”
“I’ll take five,” Gwen said, slapping her hand against the table in the center of the room. “One in each color!”
“Now, ladies,” said someone who looked like she should be someone’s good, moral aunt who went to every Sunday service and then hosted dinner at her house. “When you’re licking the tip, make sure you…”
Jasmine couldn’t believe it. She was having sex toys peddled at her and getting a lesson in blowjobs of all things.
She downed the last of Nadia’s drink and went for it.
“’Scuse me,” she slurred, snatching a life-size dickpop from the instructor’s hand. “This is how you blow a cock.”
Suffice to say, she was a lot more popular than the instructor that night. Her mother didn’t even blush. Instead, she called out, “That’s my baby!”
Jasmine tossed the well-used dickpop into the nearest garbage and wiped traces of candy from the edges of her mouth. “How do you think I got this ring?” She wavered on her feet as she held up her ruby and diamond engagement ring, much to the glee of everyone sitting around.
Her mother did have some sense, however, and made sure to cut Jasmine off from any more alcohol at eleven. Good thing, too, because Jasmine was barely capable of having a real conversation by that point. This is the complete opposite of Monica’s party… and I am… I am drunk. She wobbled in her seat.
“You know what?” she garbled in Adrienne’s direction, when the tipsy woman sat primly in a lounge chair. She motioned for a weary guy to come over and dance for them. So, to the tune of Chuck Big Dick McGee strutting his stuff on the table, Jasmine continued, “You’re cool. You got me a wedding dress, and that’s cool.”
Adrienne was trapped between looking at the guy’s dick and at Jasmine. “Thanks. It’s not a big deal. Really. Least I could do.”
“That’s right, ‘cause you… you see that… oh my God, it’s good to explore… things in the world…”
Adrienne’s smile slowly faded. “Uh huh.” She sipped her martini and watched someone get hard right in front of her.
“No, no, you see, I’m gonna party tonight.”
“You sure are, Jasmine.”
“Then I’m gonna go home… fuck my fiancé.”
Adrienne looked as if she hadn’t heard that.
“You ever… you ever fuck a girl?”
That got her attention. “Excuse me?” she asked, turning pink – and not from the alcohol. “What brought that on?”
Jasmine leaned forward, her hair slopping in front of her face. “Italy,” she heaved.
Adrienne turned, pretending that the man in front of her was the most interesting chap in the fucking world. “Didn’t know I had been that loud.”
“It’s okay, ‘cause this one time in college…” Jasmine lost her thought already. “There are so many lesbos here tonight. Ethan and I know so many lesbos. I think he hires them on purpose at this point. You see, he gets hot women, but they want nothing to do with him. All the eye candy but no… but no… ass.”
She couldn’t tell if Adrienne was laughing or on the verge of throwing up. “You say that?”
“That should be his bachelor party next weekend. Hire a bunch of hot lesbians to befriend him and dance naked for him. I don’t… I don’t care if he looks… don’t let him touch, okay?” She knew that Adrienne was going to Ethan’s bachelor party.
“I would never, and I doubt he would either.” Adrienne looked glad to change the subject. “Anyway, I’m putting together his party anyway. I’ll make sure there are no real temptations, unlike here.” Her forced wink would’ve made sober Jasmine roll her eyes.
Drunk Jasmine, however, flopped onto the other side of her couch and tried to fish some nuts out of a bowl – most unsuccessfully. “Why you?”
“Because I’m his best woman. It’s my duty.”
“Is it gonna be like this?”
The guy was completely naked on the table by now, his eyes boring into Adrienne’s as she smiled sheepishly at Mr. Grower. “Definitely not. He’s a man of more refined tastes… I hope.” She swallowed, hard. That wasn’t the only hard thing around there.
Jasmine was left alone in the room again after the hunk left and Adrienne announced she needed “to tinkle.” That is such an Adrienne thing to say.
She slumped against the couch, sighing. This didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy her bachelorette party. Quite the contrary. Perhaps she was having too much fun. Unfortunately, all Jasmine could think was that going home and boning her fiancé was sounding a bit too good. He’ll still fuck me if I’m dru
nk, right? Probably not. Ethan was too much of a good guy for that. Sober Jasmine appreciated it. Drunk Jasmine wanted him to rot.
“Aw, someone is passing out.” Two figures wandered in. “Here I was hoping this place would be empty. Oh well, I’ll take you home with me later.”
Another woman giggled.
“Help me get her up. She needs to get in a cab. With her mother.”
“The old lady slapping some guy’s ass with one of those Vagina Monster things?”
“The very one.”
Jasmine was hoisted off the couch, one arm swinging around each woman’s shoulders. One was considerably taller than the other and had to bend down to help. “She’s fun. If I ever get married, make sure she’s invited. Don’t know if I want the gal who put this together throwing my bachelorette party though. Might be too wild.”
“Especially if it’s women instead of men, right?”
Jasmine recognized the soft white fabric and black piping of Eva’s suit. That must be Nadia. They were not her most conventional friends, but they seemed pretty trustworthy. Jasmine closed her eyes and decided to put her drunken fate in their hands. Until they found her uproarious mother, anyway.
“Whoa!”
They were passing through the massage room, which had earlier been closed off to everyone… except for the two going at it in one of the chairs.
“Good… good for her,” Jasmine said, watching as an oblivious Adrienne went to pound town in Mr. Grower’s lap. “She got a nice ass, huh?”
The other women were too stunned to vacate the room. “That is a big one,” someone said.
“This is the most beautiful, pristine display of heterosexual affection I have ever seen,” said Eva.
Adrienne wailed as orgasm crashed over her, and the stripper/escort was more than happy to join her in Climax City.
“Okay, we gotta go. If I see sperm, I dry heave.”
“Only if you promise to do that to me later.”
“Did I or did I not buy more Vagina Blasters than Gwen? In every color!”
Jasmine was dragged out of the massage lounge and through the front bar, where they collected Luna and paid their respects to hostess Selena and her new pal Nala. “Do you need help?” Selena asked, pulling out a cell phone.
“No, no, we’ll get her a cab and then be going ourselves. Thanks for the party.”
Luna was sober enough to help her daughter into the back of a cab and give the driver the address to the manor in the Hills. Jasmine gestured to her purse, where her mother found a wallet full of enough cash to get them home. “Thank you, girls, for helping us out here,” Luna said, mostly to Eva, who leaned through the open window. “I can take it from here.”
Eva waved before backing away. Jasmine waved back. She looked into Eva’s sleepy face and into Nadia’s…
Uh…
That was not Nadia. At all.
“Bye, Jasmine!” The face became blurrier as Jasmine almost knocked herself out. The cab began to pull away. “Give Mr. Cole my regards!”
“Mom,” Jasmine mumbled. “Who is that?”
They were well down the street by now. “I have no idea, Jaz. They’re your friends.”
Jasmine felt a zap of scandal on her friend Nadia’s behalf, but passed out on the long drive home before she had the chance to text anyone.
***
It was half past midnight by the time they reached the manor. Belinda and Harold were already in their house for the night, and Saul was knocked out in his guest room since he was still on farm time. That left Luna borrowing Jasmine’s phone to text Ethan their arrival.
He met them at the bottom of the grand staircase, where the cab driver and Luna passed Jasmine off like the drunken bride she was. Ethan made sure the driver got a generous tip before saying goodnight to Luna and carrying Jasmine upstairs to their room. He was still dressed in his trousers and nicest cotton dress shirt, which meant he had yet to even shower. His musky odor that had accumulated over that long day roused Jasmine – and aroused her, because her appetite had never diminished even though she was drunker than drunk.
“Glad you had fun,” he said, laying Jasmine on their bed and helping her to undress. “Although I’m sure you won’t be having much fun tomorrow morning.”
She sleepily pawed at his trousers. “Fuck me,” she growled. “So many hot guys tonight. I didn’t touch any of them.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” He pulled her dress over her head and unsnapped the back of her bra. “Do you want a T-shirt or a nightgown?”
“No, no, you gotta fuck me. I’m so horny.”
“Maybe later. You need to sleep.”
Jasmine couldn’t argue with that. She was out like a room full of lights the moment one of his T-shirts draped across her naked torso.
Chapter 13
The door’s locked, right? That was one of the constant thoughts flitting through Jasmine’s mind as she lay back on her fiancé’s home office desk, legs spread and the man himself going at her. Shit, if someone walks in on us…
She lost that thought. And the ones about her recent hangover that lasted two days and the wedding of the year she was supposed to be having in three weeks.
“Why do you do this to me?” Ethan groaned, pinning her down on his desk so he could fuck her harder. “I swear you do it so… so…” See? He was losing his thoughts too.
Jasmine wanted to writhe against the desk, but was powerless to do so. Anyway, I’m down for being pinned. Particularly if it meant she was on the other end of Ethan’s thick cock.
She gripped the edge of his desk as they both came at the same time, her about two seconds before him, but at the same time no matter how it was counted. Jasmine threw her head back with a wail that was probably loud enough to summon Belinda cleaning out in the hallway.
It wasn’t often Ethan stayed home to work on a weekday, but his downtown office was closed for fumigating, and Jasmine didn’t like to disturb him when he was working, but she timed when his break would be and arrived wearing nothing but a loose pink shift that would be easy to move out of the way. For sex, of course. He owed her for Saturday night, whether she had been drunk or not.
“Hot fucking damn.” One of his hands abandoned her thigh so he could slowly pull himself out of her. Don’t get it on the stack of papers, girl. Jasmine eased her legs closed before she dripped everywhere. Good thing Ethan had a small water closet attached to his office. “Shame I have to get back to work.” He fixed his tie and tucked himself back into his pants. “I should be hauling you to bed and worshiping your form for the rest of the afternoon.”
Jasmine grabbed some Kleenex from a silver tissue box on his desk. Every businessman’s best friend. In case you have to sneeze at your desk… or jack-off. She may or may not have caught him before. Both times he thought she wasn’t due home for hours. I’m home this time, yippee ki-yay.
“You’re gorgeous,” he reiterated, kissing her before she had the chance to leave his side. “Stay gorgeous until after dinner. I’ll give you some more later. To make up for a lack of afternoon marathons.”
Jasmine, too drunk again – this time on sex – wandered away from him. “There will be plenty of time for that on the honeymoon.”
“I fully plan on spending our honeymoon doing nothing but making love to you.”
Jasmine would hold him to it.
She emerged from the water closet five minutes later as someone knocked on the office door. It was Belinda, informing Jasmine that she had a guest.
Nadia did not look like she was there for much pleasure. Her face was grim, body language frigid as she spent a precious day off coming all the way up to the Hills to do nothing but walk with Jasmine in the gardens, far away from the busy household.
“Spill,” Jasmine said, the moment they sat on a bench overlooking a prism of orchids. “And appreciate how serene this garden is right now. Next time you see it, I’ll be getting married in it.” Construction started that weekend.
Nadia asked
if she could pluck a tulip from the garden. Jasmine opened her arms wide, alerting her friend that she was more than welcomed to pluck every bulb from the garden behind them. She returned with a single red tulip, sniffing it… and plucking one of the petals.
“I hate Amber.”
“Uh huh.”
Nadia tossed the petal onto the ground. “I’m serious. She wants to make my life hard.”
“You gonna expand on that?”
“Nope.”
Another petal hit the ground. “So whatever happened between you and…”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I haven’t even finished.”
“I know who you mean.”
“You said that you didn’t know what I was talking about.”
Caught, Nadia crumpled a third petal in her hand. “Whatever. That’s behind me now.”
Thought so. “You can’t leave it at that. Last I heard you and her were tearing it up in San Francisco. And Hong Kong. Hong Kong.”
“You’ve been all over the world. Hong Kong isn’t that special.”
“Would you come off it? You came here for a reason. If it wasn’t to rant about her, then what was it?”
Nadia sighed. “There is so much drama at the office right now!”
Jasmine sat back at such exasperated words. “How’s that? Ethan hasn’t said anything about drama.”
“Because Ethan spends his days doing important billionaire business while I run the front lines. Of course there’s always drama, but… it’s so bad recently. Pretty much ever since Ms. Thomas joined the office.”