‘Did you want me to come back?” Eve ran her fingers over his shoulders, down his back, and looked up into his eyes.
“What? Of course. What makes you say that?”
“You seem different. Maybe upset about something?”
“Nothing at all,” Matt said. “Worried I’m going to have to punch Geoff Smyth in the balls eventually, but apart from that—”
“My dream come true!”
“I’ll probably be taking my business elsewhere soon anyway.”
“Oh no, no, that’ll be really bad for me at work—”
“You won’t be there much longer anyway, so it won’t matter. Will it?”
“And where will I be exactly?”
“Somewhere much better and much more lucrative. You’ll get a glimpse this weekend. Anyway, you’re going to be late. I’ll toast a bagel for you. I’ve got to get to work on my new piece.” Matt slipped into some pajamas and trotted down the stairs. Eve watched him go and slipped back under the covers. Something was going on. They hadn’t had sex since she came back, but before that he had seemed insatiable. Perhaps he was just tired. This had been a big week for her; perhaps it was for him as well.
Showered and fresh, Eve nearly ran down the stairs yelling out, “I didn’t realize what time it was. Got to go,” she grabbed her bagel, work bag, and purse, “see you tonight.”
“Yeah, see you tonight. Last day with your little friend by the way.”
“I’ve almost forgotten it was on.”
“That’s because you have such incredible discipline. You’re an amazing woman, and your sacrifice makes you even more beautiful,” he cupped her face with his hands. “See you soon.” A goodbye kiss and Eve was out the door feeling on top of her game.
* * * *
Eve sunk into her buttery leather seat on the jet. Its contrast stitching and various controls signaled that you far from coach. Eve had another poor day at work, but she finally had somewhere and someone very exciting to look forward to. Matt opened an account for her at Nordstrom’s, and she had shopped quickly for the trip before jumping into a taxi for Reagan Airport. As she had walked out to the plane escorted by a private security team, Eve felt wowed by what a dramatic shift her life had taken.
“Matt, you’re here already,” Eve gave him a hug and sat down next to him.
“How are you? Good day?”
“Good now anyway, and that’s all that matters.” Eve looked up to see Henri directing his baggage into some locked compartments.
“I see my poker buddy has made it,” Henri smiled at her, as she crossed her legs and tucked them under her. “Gabriel is coming too, so you’ll have plenty of money to steal from us. Matt, is everything prepared down south?”
“Of course,” Matt shifted in his seat and turned away from Henri. Eve noticed this small disconnect. Something was bothering Matt and like any woman she was now determined to find out, but in due time once they’d arrived. There were too many people around.
“Lady and gentlemen,” their stewardess paused for her lame joke to take effect, “please be advised…”
Eve tuned the stewardess out and looked out the window down onto the ground crews lifting blocks and heaving the last of the luggage into the cargo hold. The pilot appeared and took the jet’s stairs by twos. He introduced himself and shook everyone’s hand. Eve noticed a small, black pin under his pilot’s wings on his starched, white shirt.
“What is that, may I ask?” Eve gave him her best smile and bit her nail slightly attempting to appear coy.
“Oh this, just a pilot’s club, ya know. Ex-military stuff.” He abruptly turned around and reentered the cockpit locking the door behind him.
“You’re a curious one lately,” Matt said. He patted her hand and sighed to himself, as he stared out the window.
“That little pin, it looked, I dunno. I can’t put my finger on it,” Eve paused trying to reference where she had seen that pin before. “It was just a plain black bar. Not the most creative pin ever. Not like a military medal. I wonder what it means.”
“You see it around D.C. a lot,” Matt said, and continued to stare out the window avoiding eye contact. The take-off was smooth, and Eve popped a piece of gum wondering why a pilot would wear that pin on a daily basis. And ex-military, what was that about?
Henri suddenly appeared beside them as the no-smoking sign popped on. “So you want to know about the pin, hmmm?”
“Yes, I was just asking Matt about it.”
“Matt is correct. It’s a club in D.C. Nothing to be concerned about,” Henri said.
“That’s fascinating. So why is that associated with the military?”
“You have a lot of questions today, Eve.”
Eve raised her eyebrow, “Is that a problem?”
“They’ll be answered tonight. Don’t worry. You’ll be pleased.” Henri walked smoothly away and reseated himself a few rows back. Gabriel was in the very back of the plane canoodling with the stewardess.
Eve rubbed Matt’s arm to get his attention, “Hey, is there something I need to know about?”
“Not right now. Don’t worry. Everything is fine.”
“Doesn’t seem fine.” She dug out a Vogue out of her flight bag and settled into her chair. Matt didn’t seem to be the secretive type. It drove Eve wild that he was acting like he just couldn't be bothered to have a conversation about this. She didn’t like where this trend was going. It was so typical male and a hallmark of all of her past relationships.
“Are you enjoying the jet?” Matt said.. He turned to face her; worry had etched itself into his usually placid face.
“Oh, absolutely. Thank you, really. I’m sorry it just seemed odd, the way he said that.”
“He’s just being French.” He grabbed his Kindle and bought a book off of Amazon, which he quickly lost himself in. Eve looked over after a few minutes to see him in deep concentration, or avoidance.
* * * *
The stewardess blocked anyone from exiting, as she took her stage to pose in front of the group. “Welcome to St. Petersburg—Clearwater International Airport. The ground crew will be here shortly to retrieve your baggage and deliver it to the two limos awaiting your group at arrivals. Your security team will lead you there. Thank you for flying with our crew and have a pleasant day.”
As the stewardess primped in front of a tiny hide-away mirror, Eve noticed the stewardess’ blouse was on inside out. Then she spied something even more interesting. The underside of the stewardess’ blouse revealed a black pin that had been tacked on underneath her small winged pin. Eve strained her eyes to see, but it looked to be the same pin worn by the pilot.
As they deplaned, Eve quickly bumped her aside, “Where did you get that lovely pin?”
Matt was already off the plane, but Henri who had just passed her quickly turned around, “Come on Eve, enough of the fifth degree, look at where you are, look at that sunshine. A perfect 75 degrees today,” his melodious voice proclaimed rather loudly. Gabriel was suddenly right behind her and gently pushing her off the plane with the jet door closing swiftly behind her. The stewardess never answered her question.
“Dinner is at eight tonight. We’ll eat then Matt wants to talk to you.” Gabriel encased both of her small hands in his large. “We’ll have a wonderful time. Don’t worry. Everything is fine.
After a dinner of local seafood, everyone eased back from the table satisfied. “So, am I the only woman on this trip? Don’t you two have girlfriends?” Eve smiled and poured herself another glass of wine from the carafe.
“Why don’t we go walk down by the beach, Eve? We need to talk,” Matt said. He guided her off her chair and out the French doors down to the beach.
As they walked along the sugar white sand, Matt confessed, “I have something I need to tell you, but it’s good news. So, don’t worry.”
“Worry? I’m already worried. This is a long way to come to tell me you don’t want to see me anymore.”
“It’s not that
because I do. However, I’m not the only one, nor can I be the only one.”
“Hmm? I don’t get it?” The moonlight highlighted her brunette hair and cast her shadow onto the sand during the spectacular sunset. “Just go ahead and say it. I’m a grown woman just tell me whatever it is.”
“I know; it’s just big… that’s all.” Matt took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. His hands plunged into his pockets, as he turned to look at the sunset. “Henri, Gabriel, and I, and more, to be completely… thorough… are part of a society.”
“Ooh, are you all members of the National Geographic Society? No way!” Eve toyed with her necklace using her humor as a defense. It was her usual modus operandi.
“No, no Eve. It’s an order within a very old order. It’s the Order of the Garter, that’s the larger society. The Order of the Garter is extremely old, and it is publically known. It used to have only British knights and royalty for its members, but things changed after two world wars. That things have changed is unknown outside of the order. Our secret order is called The Black Band. It’s an invitation only sex society... women are shared. The men are too for that matter. Very powerful men belong to it, as well as women. Many of the women can become very important just from being in the order. I want you in it with me. Will you join?”
Eve managed a blank stare. “I’m too stunned to respond, honestly. I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes, it’s that easy. You’ll be set for the rest of your life, Eve. If you’re in the order for ten years, you’ll be secure for life, and living a very luxurious life at that. Just tell me what you’re thinking; you don’t need to answer yet.”
“Do I need to wear the belt all the time?”
“No, not unless someone requests you too, but it certainly wouldn’t be for long periods of time.”
“What do you mean unless someone requests I do?”
“Other men, Eve. You’ll be sleeping with other men… and me. I might be able to get some exceptions made for us, but once you’re in the group you can’t leave. I’d like to tone down my involvement. I’ve been talking about it with that man you met at the party. He’s a couple years older... remember him?
“I, I...” Eve felt the room tip from side to side; she quickly sat down to stop herself from falling down. “I need to know more.”
“Not yet, but this weekend will be a chance for you to try things out.”
“Try out? What does that mean? This is getting crazy!” Eve got up and began to walk away unsteadily. She didn’t know if she’d just received a full access pass to her wildest fantasies, or she was being manipulated and used.
Matt touched her shoulder to stop her and gently turned her around. “Henri, he wants you. Rather badly actually...especially after the poker. Face it, you’re beautiful, hey, hey…” Eve turned away from him and shoved his hands away. “Stop, just hold up a second, let me tell you something.”
“What?” Eve said twitching her lips quickly like she always did when pressed for a decision and frustrated.
“I was trying to tell you, you’re beautiful, and intelligent. The world out there… it isn’t what it should be, but I can give you access… to what you deserve… and what I know you want.”
“You barely even know me. This has all gotten out of hand.” Eve hung her head down trying to avoid his gaze.
“You’re selling yourself short just like that world out there is going to do for you. You can give yourself a dream life. You’re beautiful, smart, and a little funny.” Matt held her chin between his fingertips and lifted her eyes to his, “Take what’s yours to take, Eve. Life rarely asks twice.” Eve stared back into his eyes, silent. “Try it this weekend. Henri would love to show you what life could be like. If you don’t do this, you’re not the woman I thought you were.”
“I don’t know, but I won’t say no yet. What about… practical matters?” Eve tried to hint at the health risks that having multiple partners provided.
“Good point and an important question. We’ve all had the “clip” first off all, so no birth control is needed for the women. Also, requirements to join up have become a little more international, but it remains by invitation only along with extensive financial requirements, background checks, and even its own policing organization to keep playtime clean and fun for us all… that includes very regular medical monitoring for everyone. There’s really only one rule, well… two rules.”
“And what are those?”
“Total secrecy. You can tell no one. Not your family, not your friends. And, you can never sleep with someone outside the organization unless asked.” Matt unrolled the beach blanket, and they sat down to watch the last wisps of sunset paint the sky. “Like I said, try it this weekend.”
“Why did you tell me all this?”
“What do you mean?”
“What if I say no?”
“Because no one thinks you will. That and after a sampling of what’s available, no one has said no yet.”
“Very confident, your group.”
“I’ll be in a guest house nearby for a bit. Gabriel will be in another guest house as well. You and Henri will have the main house for Saturday and Sunday. We’ll all be back together Monday.”
“What about my work? I need to get back.”
“You can use one of those sick days you never use. Plus, you won’t need that job soon. You’ll be financially secure… permanently, well, provided you join.”
“Oh my God!”
“What? What’s the matter?”
“He’s not a member is he? Geoff?” Eve’s eyes widened.
“Oh God no!” Matt laughed and grabbed her in a tight squeeze. He laid out a beach blanket, so they could enjoy the last bit of sunlight, and he kissed her neck making his way to her lips. “Like I said, your life is about to get a lot more interesting.”
* * * *
Henri appeared at the French doors to open them as Eve and Matt entered the house. “How is your evening going?”
“It’s been interesting, that’s for sure!” Eve shook her head and laughed to herself. She poured herself some more wine and collapsed on the couch.
Matt slipped away taking Gabriel with him. The group’s suitcases hadn’t left their spot by the door earlier, and as Eve turned her head she saw the door close. Henri and Eve’s bags remained.
“I’m taking our bags up to the bedroom. Is that okay?” Henri stood waiting her approval with bags already in hand.
“Yes, yes, that’s fine.” Eve looked at Henri thoroughly for the first time. He had that famous honey blonde, fine, French hair. He had a light tan and sea green eyes. He wasn’t quite as tall as Matt, maybe two inches shorter, but Eve suddenly found that appealing. It made him even closer to her.
“We’ve had a long trip. I’ve set up a shower for you. The Jacuzzi is set up too. Whatever you prefer.” Henri left Eve alone; she sat listening to the beach birds’ little cries. It was a paradise compared to spending hours on the metro. Why was she even thinking of saying ‘no’ to this opportunity?
Henri came back down the stairs and entered the study locking the door behind him. Eve listened to the birds for a while longer, but thought a hot shower to think things through was in order. She snuck upstairs and slipped off her work clothes turning on the water full blast. Unfortunately, the shower was, of course, very luxurious and had a rainfall water release in the top of the ceiling. It would have to do. She heard the door slide open.
“Azure, as you like,” Henri said. Eve saw him hang the robe on the back of the shower room’s door. Suddenly, he appeared around the corner, naked and fully erect.
“Join you?” He entered the shower before she could say anything. He looked at her as a hunter looks on his prized prey. His lips pressed down on hers, as he grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. He pressed his hard cock against her. “I’ve been waiting for this for days.” Her thighs were already slicked with wetness just having him press against her. Eve was spellcast by his eyes. “Y
ou have as well. I could tell,” he said, entering her slowly, spreading her apart. Her eyes widened. “You wanted it too; I could see it in your body that night. Yes?” He pushed her against the slick shower wall. “Yes? Answer!”
“Yes, God yes!” She was shocked at what came out of her mouth so suddenly, but it was true.
He roughly massaged her breasts and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Her head tilted back, and she looked somehow for an explanation in the tiled ceiling. He pumped her vigorously, but then pulled out. “Sit down with me, Eve.” He sat on the tiled shower floor. “On top. Now fuck me.” He pulled her down onto his cock, and his tongue dove inside her mouth. He gripped the back of her head and pulled her hair slightly. “You like it? You like to get fucked? Huh? What are you doing fucking me instead of Matt, huh?” He leaned back on his elbows. “Now fuck me harder, faster. Make me cum; squeeze me with your cunt.” He pulled her hair harder. She started to feel her pussy pulse around his cock. Her orgasm surged through her body. He pulled her into a close embrace. He wouldn’t let her move, as he forced himself further inside of her while he came. He finished and lifted her off quickly rolling her onto the shower floor. He stood up and let the shower wash off the fluids left from their encounter. He rolled his head around on his neck, let out a satisfied growl, and left the shower with Eve sitting awestruck on the floor. “See you in an hour. There’s an outfit for you in the changing room.”
* * * *
Eve emerged from the shower clean and confused after her tryst with Henri. A black, sheer silk dress lay on the bed with a matching black belt that was inflexible, but was sized perfectly for her waist when she fastened it around the robe. It felt elegant, strange. It was unyielding like a corset. She felt as if she was emerging from a chrysalis by putting on these clothes that were again picked for her by someone else. It was an unshakably odd feeling, but it was somehow assuring.
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