VIP Companion

by Thomas Henry

  “Okay, this is your room,” Sally said as she led me through the lone open doorway. She nodded toward the closet. I could see some women’s clothing hanging from the rod. “Lita already has some of her things here, too, since she will be staying with you the whole time. But for appearances, she will be in the lineup with the other girls, so no one will know of our special arrangement.”

  “What if some of the other guests bid on her?”

  Sally shrugged. “The bids are secret, so they’ll probably just assume that you outbid them.”

  “All three nights?”

  “Yeah, the math doesn’t really work, I know…but I doubt anyone will give it too much thought. There are plenty of gorgeous girls to go around. And besides, I expect that Karen will be the real focus of attention. She’s just got that aura about her. They’re all gonna want her. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised to see some trading going on.”

  “Trading?”

  “Yeah. The men will have assigned girlfriends each day, but there’s no rule against sharing or swapping, if that’s what they want to do.”

  Sally paused in thought and then seemed to make a decision.

  “Tell you what. I’m gonna trust your judgment. After your first night with her, if you think Lita is ‘girlfriend experience’ material, you may share her if you want. It’s entirely up to you.”

  “I have to ask the obvious question.”

  Sally nodded slowly. “Okay. So long as you don’t let the others know of your real relationship, you can temporarily swap Lita for Karen, if Karen’s guy is willing to do it.”

  “Doesn’t Karen have a say, too?”

  “No. That’s part of her job…part of providing the girlfriend experience. If her man wants to trade her or share her, that’s totally up to him.”

  “What happened to ‘no’ means no?”

  “All the girls know the rules of the game going in. The proper time to say ‘no’ is before they commit to the program. Of course, there are limits, and if she does say ‘no,’ we’re not gonna let her be raped or anything like that.”

  “So who are these other men? I mean, do they know each other? Are they friends or part of some group? Am I going to be the odd-man-out?”

  “You know how I am about confidentiality. I can’t tell you who they are, but I can tell you that they all are independent of each other, so you’ll fit right in.”

  “I didn’t see anyone when we came in.”

  “The other men are all here. They’re in their rooms right now. And the girls are getting ready at their nearby ‘sorority’ house. We’ll go get them in a little while.”

  I was confused. I had assumed Karen was staying here at the Oasis. Sally must have guessed what I was thinking.

  “Karen is the exception. She has her own room here, but she’s the only one. All the other girls live in the ‘sorority’ house for reasons of privacy and safety. We’ll bring them here discreetly by car, five at a time. We’ll drive them straight into the garage, and they’ll remain in the car until the garage door closes, so passersby and nosey neighbors won’t see them arriving. And then after the lineup, the ones that aren’t selected for tonight will go back to the other house the same way.”

  “I was wondering why you had me park in the garage.”

  Sally shrugged. “Privacy. That thing you drive is way too conspicuous. And if I can run your plates, others can too. Fortunately, I had room in the garage. You’re the only man who drove himself here. We picked up all of the others at the airport with my Cadillac.”

  Sally said that happy hour would start at six in the courtyard. The first group of sorority girls would arrive then. There would be about twenty of them in total, so the Cadillac would have to make several trips, but they all would be there by 6:30 or so. And then, the men would have a couple of hours to mingle with them and decide which ones they wanted. Sally gave me another hug, this time with her robe closed, and left me to my own devices.

  Just about six o’clock, I started hearing young female voices. The first group of sorority girls must have arrived. I wondered when Karen would appear, and how she would react when she saw me. I decided I’d wait until I knew she was there, mingling with the other men, before I came out.

  I waited until about 6:20 and then cracked open my door and peeked out into the courtyard. I saw five men and several times as many young women. For the most part, the women were attired in tight little dresses and high heels, as if they were headed out for a night of dancing. I noticed that they all wore a badge with a number on it. I guessed that was because numbers are unique and easy to remember, whereas names are not necessarily either one.

  The men were a diverse bunch. The youngest was a slim, scruffily handsome haole guy who looked to be in his late 20s. From his torn jeans and tattoos, I figured him to be some kind of musician.

  The oldest was another haole guy, probably late 60s. He wore a garish aloha shirt draped over a huge belly and shorts that hung to his knees. And, of course, sandals with dark socks. He had a fringe of thin white hair around his bald head. The way his jowls hung past his multiple chins made me think of a manatee. His skinny arms and legs were pasty and hairless. Despite his age, he didn’t strike me as a man in retirement, so I figured him to be the CEO of some big Mainland company.

  The other three men all looked to be late thirties or early forties. One was a good-looking black man dressed in loose-fitting pleated slacks and a short-sleeved silk shirt. His head was shaved, except for a patch of close-cropped hair on top. He appeared to be in good shape, but despite the shaved head, I didn’t take him to be an athlete. Probably some kind of professional. Maybe a lawyer or doctor.

  The fourth guy was a nondescript haole in a loud aloha shirt, white slacks, and white athletic shoes. A little pudgy, with a receding hairline. He had dentist written all over him.

  The fifth guy was intriguing. He was Asian, but obviously not from Hawaii. I figured him to be from Japan. His hair was so short, it looked like a three-day growth of beard. Like the black guy, he wore loose-fitting slacks and a silk shirt. But his shirt was long-sleeved, with the cuffs buttoned around his wrists. That struck me as odd. In Hawaii’s climate, most guys would at least roll up their sleeves. I had to think he was hiding something. Yakuza tattoos, maybe? I couldn’t get a good look at his hands to see if he might be missing any fingertips.

  As for myself, I had opted for a more conservative Reyn’s reverse-print aloha shirt and my customary jeans. I don’t do sandals, so I decided to go “tropical” in my old sea-turtle boots that had been made back in the ‘70s before the Endangered Species Act outlawed them.

  At first, I didn’t see Karen, so I hung back in my room. But then I spotted her. She was one of several women engaged in an animated conversation with the nondescript haole guy. She had her back to me, so I could only guess at what the front of her skin-tight dress looked like, but the back plunged to the dimples above her ass. Her bare back and the smoothness of her rump made it obvious that she wasn’t wearing underwear.

  I opened my door and strolled over to the bar. I studied Karen’s back as I ordered my Tanqueray-and-tonic. If she heard my voice over the soft music, she didn’t react to it.

  Once I had my drink, I looked around for Lita. I spotted her in a cluster of women who weren’t yet occupied with any of the men. She was as adorable as I remembered. Her tight little canary-yellow dress contrasted wonderfully with her tanned skin. Her matching stilettos must have had 5-inch heels that accentuated her muscular legs. Her dark brown hair hung in gentle waves to the middle of her back. The fabric stretched over her magnificent rump revealed no panty lines. As with Karen, I guessed she wasn’t wearing any. Considering how short her dress was, I imagined I might get confirmation at any moment. Of course she wore no bra. She had no need of one, but the two golf-ball sized mounds on the front of her dress perfectly telegraphed those puffy nipples I loved so much.

  Lita took a sip of her drink and her almond-shaped hazel eyes found me over th
e rim of her glass. She kept them fixed on me as she lowered her glass and smiled. I inferred that she recognized me and was up to speed on Sally’s plan to put us together, so I winked at her and joined her little group.

  Each woman in the group introduced herself, giving me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. When it was Lita’s turn, she hugged me and whispered in my ear, “I’m really looking forward to being with you.”

  She was off to a good start. Despite the fact that my rational mind knew better, my ego wanted to believe that she meant it.

  I’m not really good at small talk, but the women made it easy. They all managed to touch me on the arm or nudge me with a hip as they asked me all sorts of questions as if they were genuinely interested in getting to know me. Of course, I lied my ass off. All the while, I kept an eye on Karen. I didn’t want to miss her reaction when she finally noticed me.

  Sally obviously had coached the women to circulate so that each man would get to meet all of them. After spending a few minutes chatting with me, each woman, including Lita, told me how much she had enjoyed meeting me, gave me another kiss on the cheek, and then moved on to another man. In turn, she was quickly replaced by another woman who had moved on from her previous man.

  And so it went, until Karen kissed the black guy on the cheek and turned toward the manatee. She must have spotted me out of the corner of her eye. She did a quick double-take and then looked down at the ground. After a few seconds, she took a deep breath and smiled at the manatee. She introduced herself and briefly mashed her breasts against his protruding stomach as she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

  I wondered if Karen would try to avoid me altogether, but she eventually got around to me. Her hug was perfunctory and tense as she gave me a peck on the cheek. “What are you doing here?” she whispered.

  “What are you doing here?” I whispered back.

  “Not the time,” she said. After a moment of hesitation, she moved on to the Japanese guy. So far as I could tell, none of the other women picked up on the fact that Karen had spent almost no time with me.

  The one exception might have been the young brunette who had been in the pool that night several weeks ago when Max and I had come to the Oasis looking for Karen. The brunette had gotten a pretty good look at me then. I didn’t know if she was aware of my connection with Karen, but tonight, as soon as Karen left me, she came over and introduced herself and whispered, “Nice to see you again.” So she remembered seeing me that night, but whatever else she knew, she kept to herself. Maybe she had been counseled by Sally.

  After an hour-and-a-half or so, Sally started circulating among the men. She took each man aside for a couple of minutes and then moved on to the next. When she got to me, she confirmed my assumption that she was taking bids on the various women. I was impressed that her eidetic memory permitted her to keep track of everything without taking any notes. But then again, for all I knew, she might just make up the results of the bidding. No one else knew what anyone had bid on any of the women…or that I had bid nothing on any of them.

  Sally chatted with me for a couple of minutes to keep up the appearance that she was taking my bids. I suggested that she fix Karen up with the manatee. I said that, with his huge belly, unless he literally was hung like a horse, he’d never be able to get close enough to her to fuck her. Sally said, “Behave yourself!” and smacked me on the ass. “Besides, he didn’t bid on her. She’s not really his type.”

  I was intrigued by that. How could Karen not be his type? What was this guy into, anyway?

  When Sally finished polling all of the men, she took Karen aside and chatted with her for a couple of minutes. At first, I wondered if she was explaining my presence. But they kept glancing at the Japanese guy, so I concluded that their conversation must have had something to do with him. That made me a bit uneasy as my imagination ran wild. I had visions of him kidnapping Karen and spiriting her off to Japan as a Yakuza sex slave.

  When she was done with Karen, Sally started pairing the chosen women with the men who had bid successfully for them. As I had expected, Karen was one of the chosen, but she was not paired with the Japanese guy. Sally hooked her up with the scruffy young haole guy. She teamed the manatee with a couple of skinny, long-haired Asians who could have passed for middle school girls.

  The women who hadn’t been chosen for this first night drifted off into the house, presumably to be shuttled back to the sorority house. I felt a bit sorry for them, but I wasn’t sure if it was because they hadn’t been selected…or if it was because they were here in the first place.

  Lita rejoined me. “You know, I recognized you as soon as I saw you tonight,” she said, “but I can’t remember where I’ve seen you before.”

  “So how did you know I was supposed to be your date?”

  Lita shrugged. “Sally told me she was fixing me up with a handsome local haole guy, and you obviously were the only one who fit that description.”

  “Sally told you I was handsome?”

  “Well, I kinda added that part myself.”

  Little Lita really was off to a good start. “Well, the reason I look familiar is that I was at Sally’s club about a month ago. You were a cheerleader.”

  “Oh…yeah…” It was hard to be sure in the fading daylight, but I thought she was blushing. “That’s where it was.”

  “Sally knew I was infatuated with you that night, so she arranged for me to see you here tonight.”

  Lita smiled and stepped close to me. “Well, I hope I don’t disappoint.” She took my glass and set it on a nearby table. She slid her arms around my neck and touched her body to mine. She kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “Let’s dance.”

  The music was slow and romantic. Lita molded herself against me as we swayed. I buried my nose in her hair. Her fragrance was light and fresh.

  “Mmm…you smell good,” I said.

  She nestled her face in my neck and said, “So do you.” She rose to her tiptoes and gave me a brief kiss on the lips. She paused and then said, “Oh, I think we can do better than that.” The next kiss was long and tender as our tongues made love. I wondered if she could feel my cock hardening.

  As we turned with the music, I saw Karen dancing with her man. She was pressed against him with her arms around his back and her chin on his shoulder. She was looking directly at me. I held her gaze until her man turned her away from me.

  “So what attracted you to me?” Lita asked. “Was it my ass? Everybody likes my ass.”

  “It is world-class.”

  Lita turned slowly in my arms and rose to her tiptoes to press her butt against my groin. She pulled my arms tightly around her as we continued to sway with the music.

  “What do you think?” she asked. “Does it feel good, too?”

  “Can’t you tell?”

  “Oh, you mean this?” She reached back and rubbed my turgid cock. “He seems to like it.”

  “Yes, he does.” I glanced over at Karen, wondering if she was watching Lita coming on to me.

  What I saw gave me a punch in the gut. Karen and her man were kissing with open mouths and intertwined tongues. They were going at each other like hormone-crazed teenagers. He was holding the small of her back with one hand and mauling her breasts with the other. Karen had a fistful of his unruly hair with one hand while she rubbed the bulge in his pants with her other. They had given up all pretext of dancing.

  He yanked her dress off her shoulder and backed her up against a wall as he molested her bare breast with his mouth. Then he attacked her neck, biting and kissing her.

  Karen leaned her head back with her eyes closed and rubbed her cheek against his vogueish stubble. She smiled and grabbed his cock through his slacks.

  He jerked the hem of her skin-tight dress up to her waist and plunged his fingers between her thighs. Karen clutched a fistful of his hair as they kissed again.

  He lifted Karen’s thigh, giving me a clear view of her bare pussy. Her folds were shiny and slick as he probed her and m
assaged her clit with his fingers.

  Lita pressed her butt hard against my cock. “What’s your favorite position?”

  “Mmm…” I was so distracted by Karen that her question barely registered.

  “Mine is doggy,” Lita said before I could answer for myself.

  I didn’t believe her for a second. I assumed she was just saying it for effect…and not without success. I certainly could see myself riding her from behind. “I like that, too,” I finally managed to say. “But I like to finish in missionary.”

  Lita turned to face me and slid her arms around my neck again. She pulled at my neck and rose to her tiptoes to press her body hard against mine. I was sure she could feel my erection. “You mean so we can kiss while you cum inside me?” she asked.

  “Exactly.” I imagined her muscular legs wrapped around my waist as I came deep inside her. And then my mental image morphed into Karen clinging to her man as he pumped his sperm into her. My stomach knotted…and my cock throbbed.

  I looked back at them. Karen had turned her back to him. Her dress was bunched up around her waist, leaving her virtually nude. She was grinding her bare ass against his groin as he reached around and groped her sopping pussy.

  Karen leaned back and kissed him over her shoulder as she rubbed his head and ran her fingers through his hair. He squeezed one breast and then the other, mashing them against her chest and pinching her nipples.

  He spun Karen around and pushed her up against the wall again. He ducked his head and sucked and bit her nipples. She leaned her head back and gazed into my eyes as she flexed her hips against his hand, encouraging him to fuck her with his fingers.

  He rose up and started mauling her breasts with his hands as they kissed passionately again. When he dropped one hand to massage her pussy, Karen began massaging her own breast.

  “Wow! Look at them,” Lita said. She apparently had followed my gaze. “Looks like they might do it right in front of us.”

  “Mmm…”

  “God, they’re making me horny as hell. What about you?” Lita slipped a hand down between us and palmed my erection. “Oh! What have we here?”