by Matthew Lee
“I feel honored,” I whispered. I jerked my head at a famous actor in the corner.
She saw the man sunk into the chair. “Is that—?”
“Yup.”
“Cool.”
We did a slow circle of the room and found a chaise lounge open. We sat. A gorgeous black girl with a gymnast’s body, who had to be barely eighteen, offered us Cognac or an opium pipe and Lily surprised me by taking the pipe.
“Have you ever smoked the poppy?” I asked, after the girl walked away.
“Of course not.”
“Didn’t think so. Are you going to now?”
She lifted the long glass pipe. “I must admit; I am intrigued.”
I was too. I glanced around the room and everyone had a pipe in their hands. I wondered how much money Sebastian spent to keep hotel staff and police away.
“Let’s do it,” I said.
Chapter 12
The pipe was awkwardly long so Lily held it for me and lit the bowl. I did the same for her. We set the pipe on a small end table and held our breath. The thick smoke felt like hot water in my lungs. I felt dizzy after a few seconds.
Warmth spread from my chest out to my fingers, my toes, and up to my head. Tingling began in my stomach and slowly spread through my body and a sense of weightless euphoria began to rise.
I sent my eyes around the room, tasting colors and smelling textures. I became keenly aware of my clothing touching my skin. I felt the difference between seams and fabric and folds. I realized my left shoe was tied slightly too tight.
The black girl visited a chaise close by and bent to hand them a pipe. Her tunic fell away from the front of her body and I spontaneously exhaled all my air. Budding breasts and flat stomach, tone arms and strong legs; the girl was a youthful masterpiece. Her tight chocolate skin looked vibrant and alive. She turned slightly and I saw her succulent bald pussy and I was inflamed by the thought it may not yet require shaving. She caught me staring and smiled and returned her attention to her guests. I watched her talk and laugh and smile and finally leave.
Each time I looked around, the room had shifted. Nobody was where I’d seen them last or even the same people for that matter. My brain had an internal strobe light which lit everything for an instant and then went dark, only to illuminate again and show everything altered. Were these even the same people? Was this even the same party? Was this even the same room? I tried to stand and failed so I focused hard and succeeded. Big deal. I had no idea where the front door was. I remained stationary and turned in a circle, but when I came back around I was staring out the window at the lights of Los Angeles far below.
“Soaring?”
I turned towards the voice and there was Sebastian again.
“Let me pick your brain for a moment,” he said, as if my befuddled state were irrelevant. “I’ve been dying of curiosity; during your threesome with Trevor and Lily, did anything happen between he and you?”
“You mean gay sex?”
Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Yes. Gay sex.”
“No. I’m not into that at all.”
“That’s what I thought. How long did Trevor stay? An hour? Two?”
“Until sunrise.”
“You and Trevor fucked Lily all night? That sounds scrumptious. Lucky girl.”
I met his eyes. “Mostly Trevor fucked Lily. I wanted to see what his big dick did to her. She loved it. He’s much bigger than me.”
I instantly regretted telling him that, like the details were too personal. I felt like I’d exposed my inner-self. “Why are you asking? Do you want Lily too?”
He giggled. “Oh, Lord no, I’d never keep up, and I’m sure my penis is way too small. I’m imagining Lily must have enjoyed herself, that’s all.”
“She did. Where is she?”
Sebastian pointed over my left shoulder and I carefully turned. Lily still sat on the chaise, sharing an intense conversation with two older men. When and how had I moved so far away? The screens and blinds made the room a confusing maze but I decided to navigate the path back to her. I told Sebastian thank you and pushed away from the window.
On my way, it occurred to me that I liked Sebastian. He was strange but he was genuine. He was that one practical joker friend we all have, except his jokes included serious manipulations and dosing friends with drugs. Also, I liked that he admitted his penis was small. I hoped he was even smaller than me.
I passed an archway and peered into the room beyond. In the dim ambient light, I saw a hazy pile of naked bodies writhing on a bed. I stepped closer, trying to focus. I saw cocks and balls everywhere. Hard shafts plunged into lubed assholes and open mouths. Tongues licked scrotums. Sheets tangled with arms and legs so an accurate count of how many men was impossible. I backed away to continue my quest, bracing myself against the walls with my hands as I stumbled along.
My euphoria had been growing and now each step sent shivers and tingles up my spine. I felt my clothing sliding over my skin and the sensation gave me goose bumps. I imagined what a blowjob would feel like at that moment and decided I desperately wanted one. Lily continued her deep conversation and I saw her raise the pipe and take another hit.
I eased up next to her and looked down, discovering her gown had slid to the side and one of her breasts hung free. No wonder these old geezers were so keen to talk to her. She felt my leg bump and looked up. Her pretty face was level with my penis and a rush of excitement titillated me. She looked really high but it just made her sexier. She grinned.
“You wandered off,” she said.
“So they say.” I leaned closer and whispered in her ear. “I’m dying for a blowjob.”
She grinned. “Me too. Find us a bedroom.”
My whole body hummed. I turned to head farther back into the suite. Surely there were bedrooms. After several steps, I made sure Lily was following and discovered she was, but she had the two gentlemen with her.
Why not? I thought. Give them a thrill, Lily.
Lily’s second hit from the pipe hit her like a freight train. She let go of my hand as I led her through the room and I turned to see her stepping out of her dress. She wore nothing underneath and started running her hands all over her exposed flesh. Her nipples were stiff points in the warm air. Her new friends stood beside her and added their hands to hers and Lily moaned with heartful meaning. The crowd noticed. We had stopped in front of a married couple and they joyfully joined in. Lily was surrounded. She put her hands behind the older gentlemen’s heads and pulled their mouths down to her tits but the wife pushed one of them away and sucked Lily’s nipple. This was getting out of hand but in my drug-addled state I was unsure what to do. I could formulate no plan. I could barely concentrate enough to remain standing.
I scanned the room and saw Sebastian watching and laughing so I left Lily and went to him. I swear I took a week to get there and when I finally did, I’d forgotten why I started my journey in the first place.
“I love your parties,” I said.
He looked at me funny. “How much did you smoke?”
“One bowl.”
“What about Lily?”
“Two, I think.”
He put a caring arm around my shoulders. “Luke, just remember, every great actor needs scandal in their history. Spices them up. Give them complexity and mystery. The public loves that.”
“I’m not an actor.”
He was so patient. He turned me around to show me my wife. Lily was on all fours on a chaise lounge. The husband fucked her from behind. One of the old guys fucked her mouth. The wife was in a sixty-nine with Lily, eating my beloved’s pussy as her husband pumped in and out.
The lust had spread to those seated close and I saw clusters of people kissing, touching, sucking, and fucking. Many of the serving girls had been recruited and serviced guests in some way. The world had gone sex-crazed. Sebastian looked so pleased.
“My parties are legendary,” he bragged.
The young black serving girl had lost her tunic a
nd currently enjoyed an older white woman eating her pussy. Sebastian saw the way I looked at the girl.
“You want her?”
Her dark, fit body writhed on the lounge. Her back arched, pushing her small breasts towards the ceiling. Her tone legs curled around the woman’s head.
“I bet her pussy tastes like honey.”
Sebastian gave me a gentle shove. “Go find out,” he said.
I shuffled across the room, looking down at Lily as I passed by. She was lost in a hedonistic fog. They all were. I approached the girl and she smiled when she saw me and reached up for my face.
“Sebastian said—“
She didn’t care. She pulled me down and hotly kissed my mouth. Moments later I joined the woman between her legs and we drove that poor girl insane. Two mouths and two tongues must feel amazing. I licked from her asshole to clit, simultaneously pinching her nipples, and my partner did the same. Together we gave her an earth-shattering orgasm.
I’d maneuvered around so I could watch my wife while I feasted and saw the husband fill my wife with cum and then make room for the next man, a pattern which repeated for a few men. By the time my Honey Girl climaxed, I was hard as stone. When the last man pulled his deflating cock out of my wife, I took his place and sank into her sloppy interior, my mind exploding as I stirred the soup inside. If I wasn’t so high I may have found it disgusting but at that moment I was wildly turned on. I pounded Lily like each of them had, listening to my crazed wife moan like she was dying. She seemed to be locked in perpetual climax. I came hard knowing I only added my load to all of theirs. The room spun and gravity seemed to change directions. I had to sit and sitting, I had to lie back. I fell into a sleep-like stupor within moments.
I awoke to find my pants around my knees and my lap covered with dried cum. Almost everyone had departed. My back and neck were stiff and sore when I stood on shaky legs to buckle my pants. Lily was gone. I searched that room and then made my way deeper into the suite. I found her in a huge bed, sleeping soundly, and I crawled in next to her.
Chapter 13
We got home late Sunday evening and collapsed. Headaches plagued us both and we drank lots of water and gobbled aspirin. Work the next day sucked for us both. I got so little accomplished I had to finish a stack at home.
That was how I found my error.
I ran the numbers again. Some time back I’d detected theft at our Spring Valley store and terminated the assistant manager. Recently, additional paperwork arrived and when I triangulated all three steps of the process, I discovered irregularities. I dug deeper and a forged signature clinched it; I’d fired the wrong man. The manager, not his assistant, was my culprit.
“Some bitch.”
I triple checked. I’d need to advise my supervisor about my mistake and make things right. I planned on escorting the manager to the door and taking his keys. I was steamed, but more at myself than him. I made a mental note to call the assistant and offer him his old job back. I heard Lily downstairs getting ready for bed so I logged off, clicked off the light, and went to join her.
As I rounded the corner I saw her looking down at her pussy. She had her nightgown tucked under her big tits and her labia spread. Her poor pussy was still pink and tender. She caught me looking.
“Men are bastards,” she said.
“Guilty. You know, some of that is me.”
“You fucked me too? Animal.”
“Guilty again. How much do you remember?”
She let her gown drop. “I don’t have clear memories. Maybe a couple. Mostly I remember wave after wave of excruciating pleasure. I hit some clitoral sweet-spot and stayed there. Every hard dick felt so good. I know they were individual orgasms but I swear at the time it felt like one everlasting climax. I need to be careful with that drug. I could get addicted. What an amazing experience.”
“Legendary.”
“What?”
“Something Sebastian said that night. He called his parties legendary. No argument from me. Which memories are clear?”
She gave me a funny look. “Okay. One was a sketchy Hispanic man hung like a donkey. He kept looking around like he didn’t want his wife to catch him. He was rough with me and I welcomed it. I taunted him. He fucked me harder so I slapped him. He slapped me back and I came like a cat in heat. That was intense.”
“Wow!”
“Yeah. The other was this gorgeous black man with no body hair and well defined muscles everywhere. His big cock was so smooth, like glass. Hard as glass too. He talked dirty while we fucked and I don’t remember much of what he said but I know I gushed juice all over his dick. God! He got me so turned on. He kept telling me he was going to shoot his cum far up inside me and that’s exactly what he did. I came really hard for him too.”
“That’s…That’s really hot, Lily.”
“I know, right? Less than a year ago I was sweet little Lily.”
“You’re still sweet little Lily.”
She laughed. “Only to you, Baby.”
I placed a hand on her knee and slid up three inches.
She giggled. “Luke, I love that you’re interested but I’m wrecked. My head hurts, my body hurts, my jaw hurts, and my pussy needs a day or two. I’m sorry, Love.” She snuggled up to me. “If you want, I can talk to you while I watch you jack off.”
That sounded sexy so I pushed my pajama bottoms down and started. She moved closer to my ear and began the tale of sweet little Lily goes bad.
In the morning, I called my boss and made the arrangements. I drove out to the Spring Valley store practicing my lines. My earlier anger at myself had shifted to Leo, the store manager; we pay well, we have great benefits, we do so much for our employees. Why rip us off? This man, who has been with us for years, was about to lose a well-paying job over less than a thousand dollars. Worse, he let me blame the wrong man. I was steamed. I entered through the front doors and walked directly to his office, closing the door behind me.
“It took me a while,” I announced, “But I know what you did.”
He didn’t flinch.
I opened my briefcase and spread the documentation across his desk. I pointed at the signature he forged.
“You did that.”
He grinned. “Yeah. Good work, and I see where you’re going with this, but you overlooked one very important document.”
“What’s that?”
He opened his desk drawer and tapped buttons on his phone. He slid the phone across the table to me as a video started to play.
Lily. Heavily drugged Lily staring right back at him as he fucked her hard, the camera bouncing. She told him to put the phone down and fuck her harder and then she slapped him. He laughed and returned the slap while lifting his hips to hammer her pussy. I watched in glorious color and sound as my wife came like a lunatic on his cock. Donkey-cock, I believe she’d called it. After he came inside her he called another man over to enjoy my wife’s cunt. He’d recorded almost an hour of her debauchery. Lily was wrong; he hadn’t been looking around for his wife, he’d been watching out for me.
“You were there,” I said. “At Sebastian’s afterparty. Why?”
“I told you; I paint set and props. I’ve known Sebastian a long time. He’s into other stuff you have no idea about but with a wife like Lily, you’ll probably discover, once he knows you can keep your mouth shut.”
I caught a hint of bigger manipulations, a sense that throwing Jimmy and Trevor at Lily and me was part of a test. I wondered if we passed.
“So here’s what going to happen,” he said. “I’m going to create a document that shows my assistant manager did steal from the company. Everything goes back the way it was. You go back to the main office; I continue to rule my little kingdom out here.”
I waited for more. There had to be more. There was.
“This weekend,” he continued. “I drive to your house to fuck Lily again. Your wife is smoking hot, you know that? If you say no, I rat you out to your boss on the cover-up here, and post
my video to YouTube, Facebook, PornHub, and every other fucking place I can think of. Lily’s career will end. Now, the thing about blackmail is the victim quickly realizes they’ll be under the boot forever so why give in at all? I ain’t like that. I have a lot of illicit games running smoothly and want to keep it that way, but Lily is something special. I want her again, in a bed, without watching out for you. I want to take my time. I want to enjoy her and watch her enjoy me. That’s it. I’m happily married, bro. One night with Lily and then I’m done.”
My heart raced and my mouth was dry. He could ruin two lives. “You know I have to talk to her. I can’t just agree and hand over my wife.”
“Yeah, of course. But when you talk to her mention I’m the guy with the upside-down pentagram tattoo from the party. That might help her remember me.”
“She remembers you already.” Damn it. Why did I add that? I saw his ego swell.
“That’s nice. See? Everybody wins.”
I stepped outside to call Lily at home and explain everything. She stayed silent and just listened. I finished and waited for the storm of protests.
“Tell him eight o’clock Saturday night.” Her voice was husky. What was I hearing? After a long pause, she added: “I can’t believe this.”
We hung up. Not at all what I expected. I returned to his office and packed my things. “Eight Saturday night. Here’s my address.” I scrawled on a Post-It.
The drive back to the main office was difficult. What a fucking turn of events.
Chapter 14
Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday saw Lily in a strange mood. Friday evening Randy called and asked if we were on for pool time this weekend but I had to tell him no and push it back until next weekend. I finally realized Friday night Lily wasn’t angry or shamed about Leo’s visit, she was turned on.
Leo is not a handsome man. For a woman accustomed to lovers like Jimmy and Trevor, her arousal did not make sense. All week I’d gotten mixed signals; sometimes I got the sense she just wanted it to be over and then other times it seemed liked she looked forward to his visit.