Loving Her: Complete Boxset (Siri's Heart #1-12), page 22
"So, I take it Mandy and Charlie will be here tonight?"
"Yeah, and you can bet your ass, I'm going to drool over her red tipped tits tonight."
"TMI, bro, TMI!" I roll my eyes. My iPhone FB notification dings. So soon? I snatch it up grinning. There are 2 red dots. I open it and sure enough, Aurei has accepted my friend request and answered my message. *Wild Thang! You are SO CONTAGIOUS! Here's my digits, 334-###-####. There ain't no maybe!* I laugh out loud at that. I quickly enter Aurei's digits in my phone. First name: Aurelius. Last name: Moore of him! Company: Golden God!
"What's so funny?"
"Private joke." We ride in semi silence. I hum "So Contagious," and see the runway in Vegas. Seary opens the show with it. It's one of my favorites to dance to. The music is slow and allows for dramatic dance moves as I strip down to my G-string, teasing the men on the edges of the runway about how unexpected this is, falling in love at first sight with them. Then I pick one lucky one out, a birthday boy if I get wind of it ahead of time, and individually seduce him, saying he is the only one I will break it down with, giving him a shot and hanging on him. "So Contagious" is an all-time favorite of mine. Crazy that Aurei would say that to me.
TD slams on the breaks. "Damn, I almost missed the turn."
There is a little dirt road just past the golf course entrance. He turns down it.
"Where is this cocktail party anyway?" The hair on the back of my neck stirs.
"It's down here behind the golf course another mile or two. It's super, secluded for privacy, but it's in a restored turn of the century plantation home."
"Well, that's cool! I thought of majoring in Architecture briefly."
"Really? You haven't always been a simple-minded secretary then?"
Ha! If you only knew, who I really am. Your jaw would drop. "No. I haven't always been a simple secretary. My degree is actually in accounting."
"Really? I'm not sure which is worse a boring accountant or a simple minded secretary."
"Yeah, really!" I agree and shudder.
We roll out of a sharp curve to see a row of trees planted to form a secure hedge. When he drives through the opening, my mouth drops open and I gasp. There in front of us is a beautiful, restored, 2 story, southern style, plantation home. Complete with columns on the full length front porch with a Cinderella style full length stairs leading to a circular drive, which is lit by carriage lamps. The yard is landscaped and manicured to perfection.
It is absolutely amazing.
"WOW!" I say in complete awe.
"Wow!" TD says too. "Score a big one for the home team!"
TD parks the Porsche next to a BMW convertible which is parked next to a Mercedes Benz, which is parked next to a Jaguar, which is parked next to a Cadillac XTS.
"Shall we?" He gets out, walks around the car and stands at the back.
I open my own door and walk to stand next to him. "This is spectacular! I had no idea this was here."
The house is fully lit, looking every bit the mansion it is. There is piped music from hidden speakers. As we walk to the porch, an uneasy feeling comes over me. "TD, are you sure of the time? It feels like we are crashing a party already in progress and we are very late."
"I'm positive. Why?"
"It's strange that there isn't any help or staff to greet us."
"Super secluded, private party means super secluded, private party."
On the porch, TD takes a cigarette out, lights it, and takes a heavy draw. He looks at me. Grinning, as smoke comes out of his mouth and nose. "I am going to have one hell of a time tonight." He leans his head back kinking the pony tail while he pulls another long draw. He laughs looking over the driveway. "And you are going to get the surprise of your life."
"Surprise? Of my life?"
"Yep." He exhales smoke straight up into the air.
I ball my fist up tight, push my middle knuckle out, and frog the fuck out of his arm, right on the point of his shoulder. THUD!
"SHIT!" He yells and drops his cigarette. "What the fuck did you do that for?" His arm hangs limp. Tears from the pain well up in his eyes.
"Here's an important fact about me. I don't take shit from nobody, motherfucker."
His face visibly pales as he stares at the daggers in my eyes. "Just be cool. Don't go all ballistic on me now. You don't have to participate."
"You better pray I love the surprise of my life, you son of a bitch!" I say between clenched teeth.
He stares at me and a bead of sweat pops out on his forehead.
The alarm on his phone goes off. It's 10 sharp. The front door opens slowly. "Listen, Siri, before we go in. I'm sorry. Really. I should have told you what kind of party this is but you wouldn't have come. I only need you for the first part. After that, you can leave. Here's my key. Take the Porsche home." He hands me his key.
I slip it in my purse. What the fuck kind of cocktail party is this?
Fifty-Six
Siri Wright [Seary]
What I see when I enter the house leaves me speechless again. It's incredibly beautiful. There is not one but two spiral staircases on each side of the grand room with a huge chandelier in the center. There is a balcony at the top with an elegantly carved banister that runs down both staircases. The landings at the bottoms are flared. The entire floor appears to be black marble that reflects the chandelier.
Wow! This is really exquisite! Dramatic and classy.
My heels click as we walk in. The first thing I notice after taking in the house is that no one is breathing. Everyone has frozen right where they were when we walked through the door. Shock and tension fill the air.
I'm used to making a dramatic entrance, but not one like this. They obviously didn't know I was coming in place of Rachael.
I cut my eyes at TD. He looks like a kid who got caught with his hand in a cookie jar in a candy store. Too excited to be really worried about the consequences.
I look back to the center of the room. There are 3 men to my right in what appears to be a receiving line. I know each of them from my association at work. They are all golfing buddies of my boss, Mr. Connors and have visited the office from time to time. To my left are their corresponding women.
Darren Martin stands in the middle holding his wife’s hand. They must be hosting. He leans over and begins whispering in her ear so I take the time to absorb the circumstances.
Darren owns a nationwide chain of restaurants. His mouth reminds me of Christian Bale. He looks very dashing in his tuxedo. I don't know his wife, but I do know her name is Angela. My impression of her is model material. Not stiff runway model, but photographer model. She reminds me of a sexy Marilyn Monroe, but her carriage and posture are on point, so she takes her socialite position very seriously.
Mac Duckworth inherited a nationwide transportation company. Mac reminds me of Matthew McConaughey. A little bit of mischievousness and a whole lot of sexy. Who doesn't love Matthew? He is sporting Tony Lama cowboy boots and a Stetson Hat with his tuxedo and he looks very comfortable in them. I glance at his wife. She stands under 5'5" tall. She has on bejeweled cowboy boots with a pants suit. Her posture says she's a rodeo queen. Her long hair is dark brown with light red highlights. She has it pushed behind her ears, the length falls wavy to the tops of her breasts. She looks to be a tom-boy.
Brad Copper sold his portion of his dad’s business, Grapevine Communications, as soon as he turned 18. He made a fortune on the deal. Brad hasn't worked a day in his life, but he isn’t a typical spoiled rich kid, like TD. He has manners and discipline. He’s the adventurous type and spends his time and money traveling to exotic places doing crazy things like free fall diving. He is an extremely handsome man with black hair and blue eyes. He doesn’t look half-crazy, but, if half of what you hear is true, he is. His wife is a natural beauty. Her pure black hair looks almost blue in the bright light of the chandelier and is cut short, but not cropped. Her complexion is creamy with flawless skin. Her face is angular but not harsh. She is in the 5'8" range. She is not skinny, but not curvy either. An athlete, probably both golf and tennis. It’s safe to assume she shares Brad’s love of adventure.
The last man in line is Charlie from work. He nods at me and I nod back. Then watch a grin slip across his face, and his hand trying to wipe it off. He knew. Of course, he knew. TD would have told him. I look over at Mandy. Her auburn hair is straight tonight. She is undeniably beautiful, even without her enormous tits. She’s wearing soft pink and it highlights her pure, rosy skin tone.
Angela and Darren break apart and I watch her glide elegantly to the ladies while Darren walks towards us. The women huddle around Angela to hear what’s happening. When Darren arrives he stops and clears his throat. His eyes are glaring and his vibe is tense. Finally, TD feels it. His face drops to look at his shoes.
Darren ignores me altogether and he speaks directly to TD. His words are direct and to the point. There is an edge of anger in his voice. He is clearly upset. "Why isn't Rachael here?"
TD shifts from one leg to the other. "She had a last minute emergency at work and canceled on me late yesterday afternoon."
"This is highly irregular." He glances at me and then locks his eyes on TD. "You should have notified someone immediately."
TD doesn’t answer but looks up at Darren.
"You should have postponed until next time." Darren scolds him.
"My bad, but a month is a long time to wait." TD’s eyes dart to Mandy over Darren's shoulder. "I knew everyone was looking forward to tonight and Siri was the perfect solution. Everyone knows her, plus she is beautiful. So I thought, 'Hey! She satisfies the requirements and it would be a nice surprise.'" He addresses everyone. "So I asked her, and she agreed to be Rachael’s surrogate."
Surrogate? That’s an odd choice of words, but whatever. At least he didn’t use the word, date. Aurei was wrong. He does know this isn’t a hot date.
"You still should have called and gotten permission to bring her."
Permission? I look around the room again. What kind of cocktail party is this?
Darren shifts his attention to me. "Forgive me, Siri. I don't mean to be rude. But we are an exclusive, by invitation only, club. We have never allowed a surprise surrogate to attend our swinger’s meeting."
Holy Fuck! Swingers! My jaw slackens from the shock and nearly drops open, but I catch it before it does. However, I can’t stop the blood draining from my face and a quick blink of astonishment before my professional poker face slips on. For the love of Zeus! Swingers are fuckers! And they think I’ve agreed to be a surrogate tonight! HOLY FUCKING HELL!
I look at TD. He raises his eyebrows at me and gives me an innocent, forgive me, smirk, then Darren steps between us, and holds his hand out. "You must sign a confidentiality agreement."
"Of course," I state as I put my hand in his. When he turns us to walk away from TD, arrows fly from my eyes. Goddamn you, TD! You just put Rule #1 in serious jeopardy!
He rubs the point of his arm that I nailed before we came in.
Manipulating motherfucker!
Darren puts my hand in the crook of his arm and we walk across the room. He looks down at me and says quietly. "Don’t worry. The form is simple. Nothing complex."
I look into his face. His smile is open and genuine. I sigh. What to do? Stay or go? My mind kicks into overdrive with how to handle this situation without hurting anyone. Well, except TD. He can hurt. I glance to either side of the room and see them all watching me. They are all a little nervous by the surprise TD sprung on them. He was callous with their secret.
Hmm. Secret Swingers. This night just took a twist I wasn’t expecting. If I stay, Rule #1 could be in serious jeopardy. It’s one thing to control one man, it’s quite another to control one manipulative man and four couples who all expect to fuck. Let’s see. I know I can handle TD and Charlie; I know their end game. Mac is easygoing enough; he shouldn’t be too difficult to figure out. Brad is a wild card, but I’m confident I can crack his shell. Darren is obviously the dominant man of the house, but he portrays himself as a gentleman. Hmm. I smile. I might just be able to pull off an epic fucking fantasy!
Darren leads me to a small intimate office. When he closes the door, he asks me. "You did not know this was a swinger's party, did you?"
"No. I'm sorry. I didn't. TD invited me late yesterday afternoon to a cocktail party. He failed to tell me that it was an actual cock and tail sex party of swingers."
He frowns. "Siri, let me first apologize for TD's irresponsibility. He isn't from around here. He doesn't understand the seriousness of our strict moral code in the south. If you are offended by our lifestyle choice, I apologize to you. After you sign the agreement, TD can take you home."
"Thank you. Apology accepted on TD’s behalf. No apology needed for your lifestyle. I'm not offended. I commend couples who have the honesty to own up to their sexual preferences, but I truly admire those who have the balls to openly fuck someone else under the same roof as their spouse."
He busts out laughing, and relaxes, then walks around his desk, opens a drawer and pushes a single sheet of paper to me.
When I read it, I'm surprised at the simplicity and the lack of legal teeth the 'contract' actually contains. It simply states that a high degree of trust between the members is required to be maintained and honored. What happens within the house is kept confidential.
"Is this it?"
"Lord, no. We have unofficial Etiquette Rules for the playrooms upstairs, but this is the only legal document you are required to sign."
"I don't have a problem signing this agreement." I pick up the pen, sign it and push it back to him, smiling.
He puts the paper away, stands, and says. "Welcome to our playhouse."
I smirk. "You are assuming I’m staying and playing."
He blinks. "Aren’t you?"
"I have a few questions first before I make up my mind."
He sits on the edge of the desk and motions me to take a seat in the chair in front of it. I take a seat, cross my legs, and put my arms on the armrest. I’m all business when I ask. "So, give me an idea, please, of what is in store. How do the couples hookup? Do you play games? Fill in the blanks for me."
"First, we will make sure each individual member is ok with you joining. I don’t foresee a problem with this, but it is a formality. Every member must approve of anyone new joining us. That usually takes place in a private setting with an anonymous vote, but we obviously will have to forgo that tonight. I’ll just escort you by each member, giving them an opportunity to check you out and ask any questions they may have."
"What kind of questions are usually asked?"
He laughs. "Don’t worry. No one will ask anything. Everyone is ready to get started. We’re already a couple of hours late getting going."
I smile. Fuckers like to fuck. "Then what happens?"
"Then, we will go into the courtyard for some social foreplay. We dance and flirt. Tonight, because you two are new, each man will make time for you and each woman with TD. When the foreplay is over, we will go upstairs. There is one big playroom where we play games. There is a nice entertainment system complete with a big screen TV where we've watched porn. We recently watched as a group then had a group sex party. Everyone fucked everybody. It was wild! But we don’t do that often. Most of the time, we split off to the bedrooms for private hookups. In our house, we have given each woman her own room. You can decorate the room in any manner you like."
"That’s assuming I will become a permanent member."
"Yes. I hope you will."
"What will happen to Rachael if I do?"
"Nothing. She is still a member and will join TD next time. You, however, will need to find a partner to bring."
I smirk. Aurei’s face floats across my mind. Naw, that ain’t happening.
I uncross my legs, then cross them at the ankles. His eyes fall to watch them. Next, I cross my arms under my tits and push them together very gently. The material doesn’t shift, but my cleavage deepens. His eyes move to enjoy the display. "Do you ever hire professionals?"
"Professionals? Do you mean prostitutes? No."
I chuckle. " I mean professional entertainers."
He looks up puzzled.
"Strippers?"
I clarify. "Erotic dancers."
"Oh." He chuckles too. "No, but Angela is one helluva stripping tease and gives a mean lap dance."
I laugh with him. "I can see that."
"I think she would have liked to work in that field."
"It’s a fun field if you like sex."
He laughs. "She’s started to learn pole dancing too."
My eyes light up. "Really?"
"Yes."
"Have you installed a pole then?"
"Yes, we have."
"Excellent."No worries now! I’m staying and playing! It’s been too fucking long since I danced to satisfy some horny souls. I stand. "Shall we make our way back?"
His grin takes up his whole face and he opens the door for me. When I walk through, I stop and wait for him. He holds out his arm and I hook my hand in the crook. As we walk down the hall back to the others I tell him. "It’s clear you haven’t ever hired professionals, but since swingers all have an element of voyeurism and you’ve enjoyed watching porn together, you might consider hiring some professional erotic dancers to get your juices flowing. Watching someone dance live is a real turn on, let me tell you!"
"Honestly, we’ve never thought of that. But damn! That's a fantastic idea! I’ll bring it up at our next meeting. I’m sure you won’t be the only one to enjoy it. I’m liking the idea a lot too." He looks down at his pants and his cock is silhouetted. "Now take my mind off that and tell me something unique about you."
