"Have you?"
"Well, as a matter of fact, I did. My buddy, who also owns rental properties out there, went to check you out. My local bro said he fell in love with you the first time he saw you dance and you were definitely a winner. So, I invested."
"Well, I'll be damned. So, we're business partners?" I stick my hand out to shake his. "Nice to meet you."
He laughs and shakes my hand. "Likewise."
"And you're local bro, the venture capitalist? Did he invest too? Do I have another business partner from around here I don't know about?"
"No, he decided not to. He said it would pose a conflict of interest and he didn't want it to blow up in his face. He said he had other plans for you."
"His loss." I shrug. I'll have to ask Bart what other plans are in the works.
Bella asks me. "What kind of dancing do you do exactly?"
"I do all of it. My niche is dance interpretation for maximum stimulation, but let's not talk the night away. I'd rather show you."
TD claps his hands together. "Yes, let's get to it! Please! Fucking Fantasies sounds fantastic." Everyone laughs at his charming manners.
"Before we start the party, I will need a few things for Gorilla."
I turn to the women. "Ladies, I will need blindfolds, restraints of some sort for bondage and bring all your toys in here and put them on top of the counter so I can see what you have."
Rosa takes Angela by the arm. "Come on. Let's go. My room has everything we need."
Mandy says, "I'll get the toys out."
"Darren, I have a special playlist. Can you input it into your music system?"
"Yes, I can. What is it?"
"It's my special compilation, Siri's Heart." We walk over to the TV. "Can I operate it by Bluetooth?"
"You sure can. Tap this ear piece like this." He demonstrates how to loop a song, or skip, or pause the songs, simply by tapping it. It's state of the art.
I insert the earpiece in my ear. It is lightweight and tight. I don't think I will sling it off working the pole. "What about the spotlights? Can you set them to track only me?"
"Sure can. Go stand under it, and I'll have it identify you, then when the music starts it will find you and stay on you. You can also operate the lights by the Bluetooth." He instructs me on how to remotely operate them too.
"Perfect."
I walk to the middle of room under the spotlight while Darren sets it up. The other men are standing close by, shooting the shit, waiting for the show to start. "Gentlemen, if you would be so kind, I need your muscles, please." They walk over. "Charlie, find me a short legged chair or stool that I can give you a lap dance on, then put it over there." I point to the area in front of the pole platform.
"Yes ma'am!"
"Mac, you too. I think you might get a special dance tonight also. Get a chair you are comfortable sitting in and put it next to the platform. It needs to be sturdy with arms, but not a big heavy piece of furniture."
"Yes ma'am!"
Brad and TD are left looking at me, awaiting instructions, but when I don't give them any, TD walks to the cabinet gets a smoke and goes out to the balcony. Brad and I watch him for a few moments in silence, then I point at the cameras in the corners of the ceiling. "Do those work?"
"Yes."
"You should record what happens here tonight." He gives me a direct, searching look not sure what I mean. "Let me rephrase that. You will want to record what happens here tonight, because you will want to watch my show over and over again."
He relaxes smiling a very sexy smile. "Confidence is sexy, Seary."
"It isn't just confidence, Brad. It's a proven track record perfected in front of live audiences in Vegas. I am going to rock your world!"
He chuckles. "Cockiness is sexy too!"
Scanning the room, I see that Charlie and Mac have returned with suitable chairs, but the women have not. TD is coming back inside with a drink in his hand. He walks around the room basking in the fact that he is the only one half naked. He runs his fingers through his hair, leaning his head back then shaking it loose, flexing his abs. He reaches down and checks his package. His conversation with Rachael comes back to me, and I'm concerned at his flippant attitude towards the whole situation, so I tell Brad. "You know what? Start recording now."
"Ok. Let me tell Darren. He will record everything that happens within the compound. We have cameras everywhere."
"Thanks."
"Sure, Seary. No problem." He walks to Darren and I watch them talking. Brad points to the cameras and Darren nods.
I stand alone for a minute or so and run through what dances I will give them. It's a good time to get back in the groove, dust the cobwebs off, and grease the rusty spots. I'll open with my speech, then start the dancing with Circus by Britney, then move to … I rehearse my lineup. I hear Darren speak in my earpiece. "We are live and recording, Seary. Can you hear me?"
I smile, giving him the thumbs up. When I look back, TD is standing next to me posing and preening. "Seary, do you hire out by the hour, or by the night?"
"I beg your pardon?" I'm pissed immediately, knowing what he is thinking. Whore. I sigh. No matter how many times it happens to me, no matter how many times I get called that horrible name, it still hurts. I rattle off my usual speech, knowing it won't do any good. Once they label you, there is no going back, but I tell him anyway. "TD, I'm an erotic entertainer only. I don't fuck for money. I'm all about sex, but what I actual do isn't sex. What I actually do is dance. What I do is fantasy. What I do is only suggestive seduction. I'm not a porn star. I'm an erotic dancer. There's a big difference. Erotic is about sexual desire, and sexual excitement. I'm not a whore."
He stares at his drink then twirls the liquid. The ice cubes clink against the glass.
"If erotic dancing makes me a whore in your eyes, what does being a swinger make the wives? Are they all whores too? Words mean things, TD. Don't be a sheep. Be an independent thinker. Make up your own mind. Don't assume the labels other people place on those they wish to hold down and oppress; be your own man. Think for yourself. Be courageous and choose your own path. Each of the people here tonight have done exactly that. After tonight, you be your own judge of my profession."
TD doesn't say anything but extends his hand opening it to show me my hair clip. I look at it for a few moments, then take it. "Thanks. And for the record, whore is not a bad word and whores are not bad people. They are as good as anyone. They are real people, with real feelings. I prefer the term prostitute. Words mean things." He looks away for a moment, sees Charlie standing alone, and walks off to speak to him. I shake my head. The magnitude of the ignorance. I can't wait to get back to Vegas! Twisting my hair, I return it to the clip.
Brad walks back up. His smile freezes when he sees my eyes hurt, cold and hard.
"Seary, are you alright? You look …." He watches my face intently.
"I'm fine. There's a little chill in the air. Is everything running as we discussed?"
"Yes, it is." He answers still frowning at me.
"Good." I smile at him sweetly.
We stand there in silence. "As soon as you move, the tracking will activate."
"Perfect!"
When the women return to the playroom, they are all laughing. Bella has her arm around Mandy, who is tucking a titty back into her dress. Rosa tells everyone. "Mandy tried my nipple clamp then couldn't get it off. Bella had to come to her rescue."
Rosa and Angela have their arms filled with various fabrics and actual handcuffs. They take them to the counter and lay them down while Mandy and Bella bring a few toys.
Bella laughs while she tells us what happened. "I told Mandy her tits were too sensitive for them, but she insisted she try them. She freaked out, tossing the other one and we've been searching for it the whole time."
Mandy blushes. "I thought I might like them, but that was way too intense!" She rubs her nipple. "Rosa, how can you stand them?"
Rosa laughs. "It's the pain that's the tu
rn on."
Darren starts the YouTube music videos as soon as they walked in. The first one is Rihanna's, "Pour It Up." Everyone gathers in front of the TV watching the sexy pole dancing in it. I make my way to the counter where the restraints and toys are laying. I shift through them. There are eight actual handcuffs, some lined with leopard fur, then there are some modified bungee cords, some soft rope, a lot of silk neckties, a lot of silk pillow cases, a couple of studded dog collars, a couple of leashes, regular nipple clamps, the usual dildos, a few vibrators, and Ben Wa balls. I can see why Brad was starting to get bored. I remember Bella said some toys were in the cabinets, so I plunder around and in the bottom right cabinet by the door, I discover some new, unopened toys. Oh yeah! Now we are talking. Inside are a handful of silicone cock rings, several ram cock kits, several sets of anal beads, butt plugs, Shock Therapy nipple clamps, and a bondage bar. But the real prizes, the treasures, are shoved in the back, opened, but unused. I find a couple of Lovense Max and Noras, along with 2 iPhones. A couple of Real Touch male masturbators with a pc laptop and The Joy Stick dildos. Awesome! And not one but two rideable Sybian's, complete with the dildo attachment too! FANTASTIC! You guys are in for the time of your life tonight. I'm so excited!
The second video is Beyoncé's "Partition."
I turn to look at Angela. I need to have a heart to heart before I start. I walk over and touch her arm. "Can I speak to you in private please?"
"Sure, Seary." I follow her out onto the balcony. We stand next to the railing looking down onto the courtyard and out over the infinity pool to the flower garden. It looks like a giant maze from here.
"Is anything wrong?"
"Well, I need a little sexual background on everyone before I start. I want to tailor my performance to give everyone a customized experience. To ensure everyone has a mind shattering orgasm."
Angela smiles, but it doesn't go to her eyes. Should I start there? No. I'll come back to her.
"For instance, I'm already familiar with Charlie and Mandy. I know Charlie likes to watch Mandy having sex with other men."
"Yes."
"Does Mandy fuck so he can watch or does she fuck and he watches."
"I see what you're asking. She fucks and he watches."
"Does she fuck him afterwards?'
"No. His chosen partner fucks him either before or after. Everyone has an orgasm. Those are the rules."
"Ok. Brad and Bella. Bella is easy to please. She orgasms at will but Brad is getting bored."
"Yes. I would say that is true. Darren and I have wondered how much longer they will stay in the group."
"Rosa and Mac. They both like it rough."
"Yes. Rosa always likes it rough. She beats herself when she is here with our men because they don't like it, but she beats Mac because I've seen his bruises."
"Ok. Does Mac get rough with the women or himself?"
"No. He is really a gentle lover. He is patient, kind, considerate. He really tries hard to please us and wants to hear us orgasm. But he does like it rough too. I've talked to him about it. He gets off on the dominate, submissive roles."
"Ok. That brings us to you and Darren. Darren seems like he would be an excellent lover."
"Yes. He is. He rescued me, you know, from a mentally abusive home." She looks away. "I don't know how I got so lucky."
"He mentioned only that you were his Fair Lady. So, you have emotional scars?"
"Had. I've been in therapy and I've been able to overcome it for the most part. Darren gives me unconditional love. He is my everything."
I smile at her. "Love heals all wounds. It truly does. So, what about being able to orgasm?"
"What about it?"
"Do you?" She looks out over the gardens and doesn't say anything. "Be truthful, Angela. Unless you have been physically damaged, you can climax and achieve an orgasm."
"No. I haven't."
"Never? How about when you were little or during your teen years with masturbation?"
"Never. I didn't do that." She looks back at me with a sincere look that touches my heart. She whispers. "I've tried! I really have!" She tears up. "I can't seem to finish so I pretend. Please don't tell the others, especially Darren. He would be heartbroken to know."
"I won't. Your secret is safe with me." I stick my hand out to shake hers. She smiles and moves to take it. I pull it back and spit in it. She laughs and does the same, and we shake. We both turn to look out over the gardens thinking. I have to find a way to help her. She has given up on one of the greatest gifts we have. Maybe it's the pressure of knowing they expect it. Rule #8 And all. 'All parties achieve orgasm.' But maybe her needs are different from the expected norm. I have an idea!
"Does the sound system have noise canceling headphones?"
"Yes. They are in the top cabinet over the toys."
"Great. Let's get this party started. Come on. Let's go!"
We walk back in together and Angela joins them at the TV. They are watching Madonna's "Justify My Love." Picking up the crop again, watching the end of the video as Madonna's runs away laughing, I decide how I will make my escape. That's how I will depart tonight, but first things first. First, I have to make them love me.
I tap my earpiece as I step in front of the TV pausing the video. The screen freezes on the quote about pleasure not depending on the permission of anyone else. I address my minions. "Tonight is all about sex! Tonight is all about orgasm. Embrace it. Do not hold back. Release yourself from the old programing that would deny your sexual satisfaction. Let it go! Open your minds to the sensual sensations and the sexual stimulation you will feel. You have been given a most precious gift. Orgasm! Let us not shy away from it. Let us experience it. Let us embrace it. Let us celebrate it."
There is stunned silence.
I point to the left side of the room with the crop. "Men, line up." I point to the right side. "Ladies, line up." I point to TD. "TD, you are with me." He walks over and stands next to me, watching Mandy bounce to her place. I touch his arm and he leans over so I can whisper in his ear. "I want you to have each person strip down to their underwear. Start with Darren. You can use hand gestures, but you may not touch them. Put their clothes away in the cabinets. Do you understand?"
He nods and smiles. "Fuck me Madam."
I grin at him. "Are you charming me?"
"Fuck yeah."
I laugh. "TD, if you play along with everything that happens, I guarantee you are going to have the time of your life tonight. OK?"
He almost says OK, but stops himself, and grins. "Go, Baby, Go."
Turning to the group, I shout. "Are we ready?"
I hear my answers echo around the room. "Go, Baby, Go. Faster, Bitch, Faster. Fuck me. Fuck yeah!" I look at TD. "Go." Looking at the eager faces of my soon to be fans, I say. "Then let's get started."
I touch the Bluetooth. "Spotlight only." The spotlight finds me while all the other lights go off. "Play 'Circus' by Britney Spears." As the music starts I clap my hands above my head to the beat, point to myself and walk to the middle of the room. As she sings about the two kinds of people. I point to myself as the entertainer, and them as the observers. As the song continues I take on the moves of the video dancing as Britney does. When the video breaks to another dancer, I do that move too, staying as true to the original choreography as possible. All eyes on me; I am in control; I am your ringleader! The song lyrics reinforces my speech about letting go, and it tells them to watch, follow and show me what they can do. It's the perfect song to set the tone for the night.
Meanwhile, TD has managed in the context of charades to get Darren to understand he is supposed to strip, which he does getting naked immediately. TD points to his own underwear and Darren reluctantly puts his back on. Then TD steps to Mac and gestures to Darren and points to his clothes. He strips too. By the time he gets to Brad, everyone has figured it out and everyone's clothes come off. Even the girls strip down to their panties. No one leaves their bras on. I like an enthusiastic crowd!<
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"Blurred Lines" sung by Robin Thicke starts to play. Clapping above my head to the beat, I get everyone in the rhythm then finger wave to them to "get up" and participate. Everyone starts to clap and dance in place while TD dances back and forth carrying their clothes to the cabinets.
I strut like the models on the video in perfect step, tits bouncing through the heart of my dress to the pole. When I reach it, I casually bump and grind around it while the lyrics say there are blurred lines, good girls want to get nasty and how I know they want it. Grabbing the pole, I mount it, swing around, step down then seriously deep bump and grind it. I mount it again and shimmy to the top. Unsnapping the collar on my bodice, I push my full body off the pole and with my feet together, I swim like a mermaid in midair. The weight of the skirt pulls the dress, and it slowly slides off falling to the floor. I hang naked as my phrases are shouted and repeated from my now very enthusiastic crowd, then I grip the pole between my legs and repeat my move from earlier, diving off, pivoting, catching myself, and swinging away, but this time when I grab the pole at the bottom, I release my legs, allowing the momentum to create an open, fully extended, revolving split.
There is another group gasp, then more of my phrases. There are def no soft dicks or dry pussies now!
As the song starts over on a loop, I drop my legs, and let them "walk" to the floor. Standing up, I take off, bouncing my tits down the center of the floor, then take a right angle to Darren. I body flirt with him, almost touching him, but not. I squat down in front of him, jiggling my tits almost touching him, but not. He gives me a "Go, Baby, Go!"
I jump to my feet. High stepping, bouncing to Mac. I body flirt with him, almost touching, but not. I step in front of him, turn sideways, squat, fall back on one hand and hunch the air, while holding my hair up off my neck. "Faster, Bitch, Faster!"
I jump to my feet. High stepping, bouncing to Charlie. I body flirt with him, almost touching, but not. I step in front of him, I fall to my knees, arch my back, leaning all the way over as I shake my tits at him like belly dancers do. Then, I roll up, flip my hair over the top, letting it cascade around me, blow my cheeks out and puff air toward his penis. He squeals, "Fuck yeah!"
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