by Jan Springer
No one spoke.
Both excitement and frustration rushed through Marley as Jaxie began the draw. Marley would be the last to pick and she probably had a zero chance of winning. Oh gosh, why had she bothered to get her hopes up? All she wanted was to have a couple of men making love to her in the safe confines of the Key Club. To have them pleasure her and make her feel desirable like Kacey and Rick had once done all those years ago. She jolted at thinking about them at a time like this. But she was and for a split second she almost ran from the room as guilt and rage pummeled through her.
No! She had to stand her ground. She had to push herself to a life past those two men. A burst of defiance raged and she managed to thrust almost all thoughts of them out of her mind. All thoughts except one. Regret. Not one day had gone by in the past ten years that she didn’t feel painful slivers of remorse for walking away from the best thing she’d ever had in her life. Two caring men and lots of great sex. But that hadn’t been the reason she’d left them.
Damn them for haunting her life. Tonight of all nights, she would finally put them behind her. Once and for all! For the sake of her sanity, she had to!
Forcing herself to focus on the draw, she held her breath every time a woman put her hand into the top hat. She sighed in relief when a regular key was pulled out. It wasn’t until number seven came along and the woman pulled out a ménage key, the first of the evening, that her hopes began to flourish. However, her hopes quickly plummeted as one after another the women began to draw ménage keys.
This was so not good.
“Why don’t you just take a hike? You know you don’t belong here,” Finley’s harsh whisper tensed Marley to the point where she wanted to turn around a bop Finley right in the face with her fist. How had the woman snuck up on her so quickly? Seconds ago, she’d been on the other side of the room.
Marley glanced at Finley’s wrist and spied the number nineteen. The bitch would probably get the last ménage key.
“Feeling threatened, Finley?” Marley growled.
“I have a better chance than you do.”
Not if I tear out your eyeballs, you don’t.
A squeal ripped through the room as number thirteen picked a ménage key.
Damn!
Chapter Three
Marley made a quick mental count of her chances. Six regular keys and seven ménage keys were already gone. Chances were not so good for her.
“I thought I saw your old boyfriends dancing with you. Why don’t you go and look for them?” Finley taunted.
“Why don’t you fuck off,” Marley whispered back.
“Touch a nerve did I?” Finley cawed.
More than one.
Number fourteen picked a regular key.
Yes.
Number fifteen did too.
Double yes!
“I heard Kacey and Rick were here for a ménage too,” Finley said in a low and teasing voice. At her comment, Marley literally saw red. Flares of jealousy burst inside her and she curled her fingers tightly against her palms to prevent herself from clawing out Finley’s eyes. Marley knew she was hanging by a thread. She should put distance between the two of them or she may be spending the night in jail.
Yet, she couldn’t budge as she watched number sixteen pick a regular and seventeen and eighteen pick ménage keys. That meant there was one of each left.
Talk about torture.
It was now Finley’s turn.
Oh man, this is so not fair.
Finley threw Marley such an arrogant confident expression that Marley believed the woman would win. She held her breath as Finley strolled over to Jaxie, smiled smugly at her and dipped her hand into the top hat.
If she picked a ménage key, Marley swore she would lose it. Before she withdrew the key, Finley caught her gaze and grinned with such arrogance that Marley was sure if her blood pressure was being taken at the moment it would be through the roof.
She willed herself to calm down for her baby’s sake. She took a couple of deep breaths and stared at Finley’s hand as it began to emerge from the top hat.
Come on, be the regular key.
Her wrist emerged.
Please.
And then her palm.
Pretty please! Let her pick the regular key!
Then Finley’s mouth dropped into a devastating pout. For a split second, Marley felt sorry for Finley. But it didn’t last.
Finley drew a regular key.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
“Congratulations, Marley,” Jaxie said as she held out the hat for Marley.
Marley dipped her hand in and cool metal touched her fingertips. Odd, but the key seemed to be protruding from the side of the hat, instead of lying at the bottom.
She made eye contact with Jaxie, who didn’t so much as flinch. So, the rumors were true. Jaxie did have a trick hat. All that worrying she’d been doing had been for nothing. Marley almost laughed aloud, but forced herself to remain quiet. She withdrew the key and her mouth dropped open at the beauty of it. It was a copper skeleton key. The head was in the shape of three intertwining hearts.
The remaining women made soft gasps of envy as Marley held it up for them to see. It was the prettiest of all the keys and gleamed brilliantly beneath the lights.
From the corner of her eye, she spied Finley leaving the room. Marley sighed in relief. Hopefully the drama queen would stay out of her way and she could enjoy her evening.
Suddenly Jaxie clapped her hands grabbing everyone’s attention.
“Alright ladies, everyone to the changing rooms. Don’t lose your keys. They will get you into your private rooms. Have fun!”
As they left, the pregnant women waved, or said their thanks to Jaxie and when the two of them were alone, Marley finally spoke.
“Thank you,” she told Jaxie.
She looked perplexed. “For what, sweetie?”
Should she reveal to Jaxie that she knew about her trick hat? No, she would keep this hush-hush.
“Just…thanks,” Marley said. She turned to leave.
“Your welcome,” Jaxie called out softly.
Marley smiled as she left the room.
* * * * *
Half an hour later Marley trembled as she stood in front of the door that had the same intertwined hearts insignia as the one, which appeared on the key she held. After a quick shower in one of the empty shower stalls, using her favorite lavender scented soap, she’d wrapped herself in a snug yet oversized plush white robe. Then she’d locked her belongings in the locker room and made her way down the hallway until she’d found this door.
Her heart thumped insanely against her chest and for a split second, she thought about turning and leaving. How could she have sex with two complete strangers knowing that her ex-lovers where here in the building probably doing the same thing with some other woman? The idea of it burned through her like a hot poker, but she forced herself to push the awful feeling aside. They weren’t her men anymore. She had to get over them. She just had to.
Tonight would be her initiation into a whole new world. She would push the past to where it belonged, in the past. Then she would never look back, for if she did, she feared she might lose her sanity and where would that leave her precious little baby? She caressed her rounded tummy and love burst inside her heart.
“Tonight is for mommy,” she whispered and reassuringly patted her baby bump.
Inhaling a few deep shuddering breaths, she gathered her courage and slipped the key into the lock. She twisted and a click followed. Her fingers trembled as she forced thoughts of Rick and Kacey from her mind. Turning the knob, she opened the door and gasped in surprise at the breathtaking sight.
The room was snugly warm and quite large. Decorated in hues of light yellow, pale blues and greys, it contained a cozy massage table with pristine yellow sheets. In a far corner was a small in ground oval pool with trails of white mist evaporating from the water. There were two other doors, one which she assumed would lead to an adjoining bath
room and the other most likely a closet full of available sex toys. She shivered at that thought and continued to gaze around.
The room was lit with dozens of fat green and yellow colored candles that were held captive inside glass sconces and set in groups in out of the way areas around the room. Green ferns adorned a far wall made of grey stone and the entire ceiling was mirrored so that anyone lying on their back could gaze up and see what was being done to them. Marley shivered with excitement at the idea of watching while two strangers had sex with her.
The room smelled mildly of vanilla and the air was filled with tiny bubbles that popped from a purring bubble-producing machine, which was placed in the ceiling overhead. The bubbles floated around the room and as she watched them dance, a wonderful calmness sifted through her. She was in the right place. This was just what she needed. Some tender loving care and red-hot sex.
On a nearby end table, she spied a bright-yellow colored envelope with her name scrawled on it. She swallowed at her suddenly dry throat and picked up the envelope. Opening it, she pulled out a single sheet of yellow tinted paper and inhaled softly as she read:
Marley,
We will be your erotic partners for this evening. Your safe word is baby.
Please remove your robe, lie on the table face up and use the required sheets to cover yourself. We are eager to please and will arouse you to new heights.
Your sexual servants.
Oh my goodness. Here we go.
A sudden bout of nervousness tangled around her as she removed her slippers and then her robe. She kicked her slippers aside, hung her robe on a nearby wall hook and then strolled to the massage table, which she knew was actually a sex table for she could see the stirrups and leather bindings set along the edge. She pulled back the yellow sheets, and a momentary hesitation hit her as thoughts of Rick, and Kacey once again flittered through her mind.
It had to be over with them. For if it wasn’t, they would have made their move on the dance floor, knowing why she truly was here. There was no way they would allow her to go through with this if they still cared for her. It was over. Thankfully, she didn’t feel the need to cry as she clumsily climbed up onto the table with her big belly in tow.
Lying down on her back, she covered herself with the warm sheets and stared at her reflection in the ceiling mirror. Sophie had done a wonderful job on her hair. She’d done a temporary red rinse on the front sides of her hair to match that red dress and she’d given her hair a bit of bounce with some soft curls at the ends. Her blonde hair was splayed out on the pillow like a wavy waterfall. Now Marley could see that the red streaks nicely accentuated the redness of her lips and her blushing cheeks. Her beautiful baby bump was illuminated beneath the sheet and for the first time in a long time, she felt truly sexy.
Mercy with all this nastiness regarding Finley and the excitement over having her ex-lovers back in town had made her awfully tired. She closed her eyes. She would keep them shut just for a few minutes and she’d use the breathing techniques she’d learned recently in her Lamaze class to relax her. She inhaled deeply and allowed the vanilla scent to sift into her lungs. Her arms and legs soon felt heavy and she slipped into a most wonderful serene ambiance.
Cradling her belly, she waited.
* * * * *
“Alright, gentlemen, Marley should be in her room now as I didn’t see her in the ladies locker room or in the showers a few minutes ago,” Jaxie said.
Unless, Marley had chickened out and left the building altogether and this set up to get her back together with these two hunky men went down in a burst of flames.
“Great! Hold on a sec while we get ready,” Kacey said as he slipped on his robe. Before he tied the sash, she got a wonderful view of his massive penis. It was long and thick and Jaxie resisted the urge to fan her suddenly warm face.
She stood beside Kacey and Rick and smiled inwardly as she admired the locker room half full of men in various stages of undress. Pretty much all of them were regulars. They were used to seeing her coming and going in order to hand out the appropriate keys. Mostly they didn’t pay much attention to her. Hell, they treated her as if she was one of the guys. That sucked because she had a hard time finding a man who wanted to take a relationship with her seriously.
Red-hot pokers of jealousy swept over he as she suddenly spied Kacey’s two older brothers, Kalen and Kade, who waved at them as they whipped through the locker room with their ménage key in hand, clad only in black robes as they disappeared into the hallway. They were on their way to engage in some hot and heavy sex with some pregnant woman.
The two men were Jaxie’s best friends. Had been since she could remember. She knew they enjoyed sharing their women. Secretly she loved them both and she ached to experience a ménage with them too. Wished they could see how much she truly wanted them to take her seriously as a woman, but they treated her like their kid sister.
Chasing away those unhappy thoughts, she forced herself back to reality.
“Who wants this?” She held up the copper skeleton key identical to the one Marley had pulled out of the hat earlier.
Kacey and Rick both made a grab for it. Rick was just a second earlier and snatched it.
“Lucky bastard,” Kacey grumbled.
“Damn right I am,” Rick laughed.
His eyes gleamed with excitement and lust and as he grabbed his clothes from the bench, his robe parted giving her a view of his immense erection.
Another round of heat fused through her and she envied Marley. Both of her men were extremely well hung and it seemed they were eager to meet up with her again despite all the years that had passed. She cleared her throat and quickly focused her attention to them before they noticed she’d been spying on their…assets.
“We want to thank you again for calling us and letting us know what our little vixen was up to tonight,” Rick said.
“And thanks for that hat of yours,” Kacey added. He spoke very low so only the three of them could hear, as she preferred to keep her trick hat a hot rumor and not a fact.
“Guys, I have no idea what you are talking about,” she denied with a wink.
She grabbed a damp towel that someone had left on the bench and snapped the end of it at them. Both men jumped out of the way, their robes fluttering open giving her another lovely view of their impressive erections. Mercy, it was getting way too hot in here.
“Gentlemen, your reflexes impress me. Now get your asses over to Marley and give her the tender loving care she craves.”
Both men’s eyes darkened.
“She’ll get a hell of a lot more than that, Jax,” Kacey whispered.
A shiver of anticipation raced through her for what her friend was going to experience. She wished she was in Marley’s shoes tonight.
Lucky girl.
* * * * *
Several moments later Rick stood in the open doorway and watched Marley. They’d been as quiet as mice opening the door and it seemed Marley had not heard them. Beneath the sheet draped over her rounded belly, he spied the outline of her hands as she lovingly cradled her unborn baby. Seeing her pregnant, with her hair glowing beneath the club’s lights and her face flushed as she danced seductively with them on the floor, had made his cock so hard he couldn’t think straight. He’d wanted to spear his fingers through her hair and caress his hands over her newly formed curves. He craved to feel the firmness of her pregnancy beneath his fingertips. To touch her pillowy breasts and squeeze her tender nipples and penetrate her tight pussy filling her with pleasure.
She would be his. Theirs. This time they were not letting her go. She and the baby would belong to them. He didn’t care if he or Kacey weren’t the father. Hell he didn’t care who the father was. Just knowing the baby was a part of Marley made intense love fill his heart. It was a permanent love that would include everything about her. He knew that now. Should have known it all those years ago when they’d been together. He should never have stayed in the Special Ops. He should have stayed
and fought for her. Both of them should have.
Kacey broke into his thoughts as he touched Rick’s elbow and gestured with his head that they should move their asses and go into the room. He grinned at the dancing bubbles floating around and at the flickering candles. Nice touch, Jaxie. She would make some lucky guy a good wife.
He stepped into the room.
Chapter Four
Marley took a deep breath as intense sexual need streamed into her. Through the layers of drugged sleep, she smelled the scent of rich chocolate. The delicious aroma created happiness as a long ago memory popped into her mind. Winter weekend mornings and miniature marshmallows bobbing in foamy hot chocolate. Rick and Kacey curled up on their one-bedroom apartment couch beside her as they sipped their drinks and talked about their future.
A sudden warm pressure cupped her right breast. He held her tenderly, possessively. Something caressed lightly over the tip of her right nipple and she gasped at the erotic sensation. Between her thighs air brushed against her quivering pussy. Her breath quickened and her body ached for more. She struggled against the drowsiness, but quickly forgot to awaken when warm liquid dribbled tantalizingly over her left nipple. At the same time, something warm and gooey trickled onto her labia.
Hot pressure melted over her left nipple. A mouth? Yes, a mouth, wake up, her brain urged.
Those thoughts vanished as a finger traced her pussy lips, smearing warm goo all over her labia folds. More fluid dribbled, this time onto her pulsing clit. The delicate impact caused titillating sensations that made her shiver. The scent of chocolate increased. Nearby someone breathed heavily. Her pulse quickened in response and her body hummed with eagerness.
While she’d been asleep her feet had been placed into the padded stirrups. Her legs were spread. Her thighs wide open. The sheet had been pulled below her breasts, fully exposing her chest.
