Pool Party

by K T Morrison

  Loveless climbed in, the water bubbling and steaming. Stepping down, the water came up to his knee, then down lower as he put a foot on the center floor. That enormous thing he had swung back and forth, shaking when it bounced against his thigh. Then he sat, his generous genitals disappearing under the water as he leaned back on the edge of the tub, the water coming around his chest. Madison was quick to assume a position next to him, curling at his side, his arm going around her shoulders and her snuggling so a cheek pressed his chest.

  Madison looked to Darren and said, “Don’t worry about your dick. Nobody’s as big as my Daddy.”

  Darren winced and he couldn’t hide a grimace. Loveless chuckled, witnessing it. He leaned his head to Madison, and she rolled her eyes up to him. He said, “I think it bothers Darren when you call me that.”

  It made her smile, and she said to Darren, “Relax. He’s not my Daddy Daddy,” and he jumped feeling the soft sole of her bare foot touch his knee. Then she said, “Don’t be stupid. That’s gross. My real dad is an asshole.”

  Skyler had been sipping her whisky, and she drew it down to say, “And he doesn’t fuck you as good as Loveless.”

  Madison gasped with shock, her face peeling with a horrified howling smile. The foot she touched Darren with now kicked at Skyler under the water. Skyler laughed, her arm thrashing underneath the surface to block her kicks.

  “You dirty bitch,” she laughed. “I can’t believe you said that.”

  Darren watched the two of them play fighting, calling each other very bad names. He took in Loveless, too. This confident, powerful man sitting in his hot tub, uninvited. Not invited yet somehow strangely welcome. He seemed like a good guy, a guy that could be a friend. Introduce him to a new world when Lynn left him.

  A stony pit appeared in his stomach at that thought. It could happen. They were at that age, their children were gone. All the happiness that had been in their life was exhaled. Now his wife wanted new and fresh air. It was obvious. Was he going to be the one to suffocate in this house? When she left him, when he picked up the pieces and could finally live again, he would need to start over.

  Loveless sipped at his whiskey, held in his big masculine hand, his wrist wrapped with an expensive watch, his gold wedding band flashing. A confident and capable man. Someone he could emulate. This man’s two youthful and unbelievably sexy companions arguing and slapping at each other, trying to tweak each other’s nipples now. His erection was not going to go away.

  When the slapping abated, the two of them getting tired from their silly activity, Madison curled next to Loveless again, looking up to him and whispering, “She’s such a bitch.”

  “I know she is, sweetheart,” he said, winking over her shoulder to a smiling Skyler.

  Madison said to Darren, “I love his big dick. He’s the biggest I’ve ever had. And the best.” She gave her ‘Daddy’ an enthusiastic squeeze. “Remember Chad?” she said to Skyler, tapping her thigh with her foot.

  Skyler said, “Yeah.”

  Madison continued, “We went to school with him. He dated Tabitha, Mr. Maxwell. He had a huge dick but he didn’t know how to use it.”

  Darren scoffed, “The Chad who dated my daughter Tabitha? Why would you tell me that?”

  “Tell you what?”

  “Never mind,” he said with irritation.

  Loveless groaned, “Madison, behave.”

  “What ...? I didn’t—” she sat up and looked in his eyes, gave him her scolded little girl face. Then she slumped again. “Okay.” She lay herself against him again and she whispered. “I see. I get it,” though she rolled her eyes away from Darren and didn’t apologize this time. Loveless stroked her hair.

  Madison put her arms around the judge’s neck and held him tightly. Slowly their faces came together again. Darren watched as their mouths pressed together, and this twenty-year-old girl stuck her tongue into a fifty-year-old man’s mouth. Of course, this fifty-year-old had his shit together. Darren could be that guy. He didn’t let his body get too out of shape. Maybe a year in the gym, a friend like Loveless, his broken heart stitched together, maybe he would be playing golf with the State Senator, and then afterwards ... Who knows?

  Then suddenly something occurred to him. A bubble creeping up from the depths to burst at the surface. Something he hadn’t thought of, hadn’t even bothered him, but some psychic force within him tapping at the glass until that bubble zig-zagged to the surface.

  “Loveless?” he said.

  “Yes,” Loveless said, pulling his mouth from Madison’s with a wet smack.

  “No ... Wait a second. Loveless. That’s your last name? Lovelace ... Love-lace? L-O-V-E-L-A-C-E?”

  “Lovelace, yes,” he said.

  “Hold on ... You used to be a prosecutor? Erik Lovelace?”

  “Yes.”

  “My wife went up against you. She called you her nemesis.” And occasionally Satan.

  “Maxwell, Maxwell ... Lynn Maxwell? Oh, Darren. My friend. I know her very well. You are a lucky man, aren’t you? Yes, Lynn and I went head-to-head on many occasions, and she rarely bested me.”

  Darren laughed and took a swig of the Port Ellen. “She drank champagne when she did,” he divulged.

  “She was a worthy opponent,” Lovelace said, narrowed eyes on Darren, twinkling in the automated garden lights that came on at twilight. “To Lynn,” he announced, and he raised his glass. The girls joined in, turning around and finding their tumblers on the lip of the tub. They all came together in the center and touched glasses raised above their heads, and Darren watched the girls’ breasts.

  “To Lynn,” they all said out of sync, then sat back and drank.

  Lovelace said, “Where is Lynn now?”

  Skyler’s eyes darted to Lovelace as she sipped at the whisky. She said, “Says she’s in NYC.”

  Lovelace said, “Is she? The city that never sleeps. What’s she doing there?”

  “She’s at the National Attorney General Research Institute’s international fellowship conference. She offers a symposium for selected international lawyers. Done it for ten years now.”

  “I thought I heard she left the DA’s office.”

  “She did. Two years ago she up and quit, went to work as a Land Use Attorney.”

  “Really? I bet you that was a successful decision. There’s a lot of opportunity these days, given recent marijuana legislation ...”

  “That’s it exactly. You know your stuff.”

  “I do.”

  “Yeah,” he said. “It’s been terrifically successful for her. Less stressful, and ...” he hesitated, “...listen, she doubled her salary, too.”

  “I imagine she would,” he agreed and sipped. “How did you two meet?”

  “Lynn and I? We met at University. We were friends for a while—she transferred from Georgetown and joined me at Yale in sophomore year. We were friends right up until near graduation. Then one night after hanging out for the umpteenth time we all stumbled back to her place after a few too many, you know what I mean, one thing led to another. Seems like all those feelings I’d harbored for her ... she had them as well. Kept them separate, like I did, and then it just all came out in one night. I guess we’ve been together ever since then. So we got married before Lynn went to law school, I worked as an actuary. Supported us, then when she became a lawyer and we had a double income it allowed me to experiment a little ...”

  Lovelace was nodding, and he leaned his head back behind him to look up at the house. “And I see it turned out well,” he said.

  “It did. But I really couldn’t have done it without her.”

  And suddenly his heart felt very heavy. Who was he kidding? He was going to sleep with one of these girls? Sure, Lynn had done the same, he was most definite. But maybe what they had between them could be saved. But if he went ahead and did something tonight, he would be no different from her. And if they were both the same, then there was nothing to save. He felt a lead case close around his heart and it cause
d him physical discomfort. He winced and leaned forward holding his drink in two hands, up near his chin so it wouldn’t go in the water.

  “You okay?” Lovelace asked.

  “Yep,” he said quickly. “Just miss my wife.”

  Madison cooed. Skyler joined in saying, “Aww.”

  Lovelace took another sip of the Port Ellen and said, “I hope there’s not trouble, Darren.”

  Chapter Six

  He wouldn’t talk to these three about it. Shoot, once he started he bet he wouldn’t stop. He’d end up blubbering all over this hot tub and someone would have to escort his drunken ass up to the bedroom and tuck him into bed. That would be embarrassing. So he bit his lip, buttoned it physically and spiritually.

  “Nothing I can’t handle,” he said. It was bravado that was needed right now.

  Lovelace nodded, said, “Here, here,” raising his glass once more. “A man has to take care of his home. A man has to take care of his woman.”

  Madison shivered as if she were cold then giggled, “I just got goosebumps from that,” and Lovelace laughed.

  But Skyler still regarded Darren, her face almost a scowl, not quite angry but very serious. She said, “You were a good couple.”

  “We are a good couple,” he said, not meaning to correct her but putting himself in the right frame of mind.

  Skyler said to Lovelace, “You should’ve seen them. Like one of those paintings from the 50s, this family. They had it all.” She spoke quietly as if what she said had great value.

  Darren calmly said, “Thank you.”

  Skyler said, “Tabitha with her nose up in the air, so much drama. At home she had everything she could ever want ... this perfect family, but she still found things to complain about.”

  Lovelace warned her, said, “Skyler.”

  “Don’t say that, Skyler,” Darren said.

  Skyler shook her head and blinked, raised her gaze from the bubbling water, looked to Darren and said, “I’m sorry, Darren. Some girls dreamed of having a mother and father like you and Mrs. Maxwell.”

  “I’m sorry, Skyler. I can understand.”

  Skyler looked unconvinced, but she didn’t make a face.

  The Port Ellen was retired, most of the bottle being consumed by Lovelace and Darren. Skyler had gone back into the kitchen and brought out a pitcher of something else she concocted. Not too sweet, bubbly and refreshing like she wanted to lift her spirits after her sullen exposé on Darren’s marital past.

  Darren sipped it from a clean and ice-filled highball glass. Lovelace did the same, sitting side-by-side with him now. They were on one side and the girls on the other. They talked closely, Skyler’s arm around Madison as Lovelace had done. Bare-breasted, beautiful, and talking way too close. His thoughts drifted to how he’d seen them while he barbecued. Skyler climbing up in Madison’s lap and kissing her while Madison tugged at her nipples. Not once this evening since they got into the hot tub had his erection gone away. It was painful and swollen right to his anus.

  Lovelace was relating to him the journey from law school to private practice to high-powered defense attorney, his short appointment to Superior Court, and finally, with immense political aspirations, finding himself granted life tenure on the State Supreme Court. And while Darren listened, his attention was drawn away as Madison and Skyler came even closer and it was obvious they would kiss. Even Lovelace’s proclamations of his success waned, his voice growing to a croak and then stopping. The two men watched.

  Skyler held Madison’s chin, and they kissed with tongues. Their soft pouting mouths pressing together, perfect white teeth tugging and pulling at each other’s lips, giving each other their tongues and sucking on them. Darren groaned, his erection and arousal becoming more painful. Hands began to work now under the water, Madison obviously playing with Skyler’s breasts, and Madison’s much larger ones being pressed up above the surface of the water with Skyler’s hand. Darren watched as she plucked at her friend’s nipple. It was hard to take.

  Hard, but he couldn’t move his eyes away. Seeing it so close to him, in the house he lived in, in the home he’d known for seventeen years now—it tightened everything inside him. He didn’t even know what it was. It was lust, and it was even anger. Somehow angry at them. Mad at how beautiful they were and how carefree and how they had everything that he wanted. But it wasn’t for him. His time was done. He groaned again and leaned back against the hot tub. He needed a distraction, so he winced as if in pain, his head rolling toward Lovelace. He asked, “How do you know them?”

  Lovelace’s eyes didn’t come away from the action, his chiseled face drawn in a pleasant smile while he watched. He said, “My girls? I know them from a private club. A gentleman’s club.”

  It all came to him. Skyler, of course, the way he knew her when she was young, the family she came from, her mother ... Skyler was a stripper. Or he supposed would prefer to be called a dancer. Some wood-paneled gentleman’s club. And then a man like Lovelace was a member, standing out amongst all the paunchy red-nosed drunks that populated places like those. A guy like him would be king. And girls like these would fall before him. Darren laughed inexplicably.

  Lovelace said, “Something’s funny?”

  “No, it all just came together for me.”

  “Ah,” Lovelace said with a smile, comprehending what he meant. He nodded and took another sip of Skyler’s drink. He regarded Darren, and they looked into each other’s eyes until Darren was uncomfortable again. Lovelace said, “And what do you think of a man like me with two young girls like these?”

  Darren didn’t look away, feeling mesmerized. He said, “Honestly? Admiration.” And then he felt foolish having said it, knowing the girls overheard him.

  Lovelace appraised his words, reflected on them, looked away and watched the girls as they continued to kiss. Smiles on their faces now, knowing they were being watched, putting on a show. Lovelace said, “I suppose you admire me because I take what I want.”

  Darren said, “Yeah, you do. That’s not the way I am.”

  Lovelace said, “Would you be surprised if I told you that I didn’t take anything? That I take nothing. I give. There’s much that I give. That is the direction of power.”

  Madison giggled around Skyler’s kiss.

  Darren said, “The direction of power?”

  “Those who take by force, Darren, meet opposition. When you take something, you’re depriving. I’m generous and my gifts are many. I don’t take. My control is not issued by robbing, it’s through giving.”

  “Gifts?” Darren said.

  “Not so simple, Darren. Gifts, sure, as Madison and Skyler would attest. But it goes beyond that.”

  Madison was giggling again, leaving Skyler to lick at her smile and her exposed teeth. She said, “He put my boyfriend in jail.”

  Lovelace smiled as well. Looking her over, he said, “I did. And that was a gift.”

  Madison darted a glance to Darren and said, “He was bad.”

  Lovelace agreed, “He was very bad. But he isn’t a concern.”

  “Not anymore,” she said brightly. “Daddy took care of him in prison, too.”

  Lovelace brushed that one away, said, “There were consequences for his actions.”

  Skyler was rolling her eyes, doing it with mirth, though. She sat back with her head leaning on the lip of the tub. Madison groaned in her absence, she moved closer to her and her hand dipped below the water, her shoulder moving forward as if her hand went between Skyler’s legs.

  Lovelace said, “Darren, do you know what kind of boys beautiful young girls like these can find themselves with?”

  “I do,” he said. “I have a daughter and I worry.”

  Skyler scoffed, and Darren supposed that Tabitha’s boyfriends did not run in the same circles that Skyler’s boyfriends did, and he felt stupid for saying that.

  Lovelace said, “The value that these two have is enormous. You know it. I saw what they did to your body. The value of a woman is in
credible. It extends beyond their beauty ... as these two have. There’s things within them that if nourished can be drawn out. Their beauty is a tiny facet—I can’t tell you the many amazing things I’ve learned from these girls’ spirits. There’s women like these two precious beings that haven’t been allowed to flower, and there’s women, like your wife I imagine, who are powerful ... But they all need something. I don’t take anything from anyone. I give them what they need.”

  Skyler scoffed again. She rolled her eyes, sat forward and smirked. “You think we’re that simple? You think we’re just puzzle pieces that you fit your things into?” She was being coy, her disdain part of her charm. It brought a laugh from Lovelace.

  Skyler asked again, “Are we that simple?”

  Madison sang, “I am,” raising her hand like it was a question asked in class, and bobbing across the tub, her head going up and down as she tried to stay under the water while making her way toward Lovelace. She said, “I’m that simple.” Then she embraced him, circling her arms around his neck and straddling him under the water. “I melt for handsome men with lots of money and big, giant dicks.”

  Lovelace laughed heartily, his head leaning back and resting on the tub, eyes narrowed, watching her. He said, “And how many men like that are there?”

  “Just you,” she said cutely. “Just you.”

  “I’m the only one?”

  Madison said, “You’re the only one I ever met. You’re one in a billion million trillion.” She giggled, bit her lip. “And you melt me.” Then she kissed him, her fingers scratching through his hair, and her mouth working over his.

  Darren watched as her hips must’ve been swaying under the water, the way her shoulders dipped up and down, alternating. She began to moan into his kiss. She broke away, whispered, “I want it. Give it to me.”