Getting Naked at the Hilton

by Dee Dawning

  "Scott, what do you think of kids?” I whispered in his ear, purposely breathing into it.

  He shivered. “I would love a family but not until I make you a star.” He winked then continued. “One thing though.” I nodded and waited expectantly. “If Dan is right and our firstborn is a little girl, I would like to name her after my mother."

  Thinking about this was beginning to excite me. “Really, what was her name?"

  With a straight face, my husband said, “Mildred"

  My jaw must have dropped because he was suddenly laughing and hugging me. “Just kidding. Her name was Felicia."

  Felicia. My heart soared. Suddenly, I wanted a little girl named Felicia. “Honey, will you give me a little girl named Felicia?"

  "Count on it, but there's no rush. Right now your singing career is paramount."

  I was disappointed. He was right. We were both young and we needed to get established before we started a family.

  CC touched my wrist and pointed at her watch.

  I looked at mine and was surprised to see that it was almost time. We both started to get up when the devil himself came in, with a harlot on his arm. Lester and his bimbo to beat all bimbos sat at the table that had a reserved sign on it. Right in front of the stage.

  Son of a bitch, I can't wait to get rid of him.

  As CC and I headed to the stage, I was tickled to see my lovable Uncle Ced bringing his special chair to Lester's table and sitting down.

  * * * *

  I plopped myself down at Lester's table “Hello Lester, drop by to enjoy the show, did you?"

  Having caused trouble at my niece's wedding, I was the last person Lester wanted to see. He started to stand up but I commanded him, “Sit Lester. I'm not going to bother you. That is unless you're here to make trouble."

  He eyed me warily. “You would never try to make trouble for my li'l darlin', would you, Les-ter?"

  Lester seemed to be unable to speak at first. I kept staring at him, unblinking and finally. “I don't know what came over me. I kind of lost my mind, Cedric. All I know is that I was very disappointed that Rachel was getting married and felt I had to stop it. You know it'll screw up her career, don't you?"

  "You really think so, Lester? Worse than you've screwed it up?"

  "Why I ... I haven't screwed it up. I got her and CC that super gig in Frisco.” Lester suddenly looked at his companion. “Dollface, I think your nose is shiny. Why don't you visit the ladies room and powder your nose."

  Dollface snapped her gum and spoke in a semi-grating nasal voice. “Do I have too? They just started the show."

  "Do it.” Lester said emphatically.

  She, frowned at him, stood up, smiled widely at me then turned and bent over to pick up her handbag resting on the adjacent chair. When she displayed her mostly naked posterior to me, I would have to needed to be gay, blind or a eunuch to not feel my cock stirring. Though she was wearing a mini-skirt, being only about six inches in length, it hid nothing as she bent over showing only fine ass and the skimpiest thong I had ever seen. “So Lester, aren't you going to introduce me to Dollface?"

  "Sorry, Cedric. Tawny, come over here before you powder your nose, will you?” She sauntered over in her six inch platforms placing her arm on Lester's shoulder.

  I looked her over. Her face, with round cheeks covered with a hint of blush, small pouty lips and huge blue eyes, was indeed dollish. She wore her long auburn hair pulled back into a pony tail. The rest of her attire consisted of a see through sleeveless blouse tied off at the midriff and no bra on a five ten frame.

  "Tawny, this is Cedric Coombs. He owns this place. Cedric, this is Tawny. That's her stage name."

  "Ah, so you're a performer? I asked.

  Lester laughed.

  Tawny glanced at Lester in an irritated manner and turned to me with a smile. “I'm a dancer at Ringo's Ring of Beauty."

  "Ah, so you're an exotic dancer"

  "Not quite,” said Lester, “with an exotic dancer you get a little mystique. With Tawny here, you get the best body money can buy, in the flesh. Literally, sans the mystery."

  "What Lester means is that I'm a nude dancer."

  "That's right, best body money can buy. Show Cedric your jugs, then go powder your nose like a good little girl."

  Tawny lifted her blouse and displayed a very nice set of augmented breasts. When she saw me smiling, she smiled. “You like them?"

  "Very much.” I admitted.

  "You sure are big. Are you a wrestler or something?"

  "Football player."

  "These aren't real but they feel pretty real. In the club, nobody's supposed to touch them, but if you want, you can feel them. It's all right. Go on."

  I took a melon-sized boob in each of my oversized hands. They did feel real—real good.

  This was not what Lester wanted. “All right, Tawny. That's enough. You're causing a spectacle. Cover up for Christ's sake."

  "Make up your mind, Lester, honey. You tell me to flash ‘em. Then a minute later, you say cover ‘em up.

  Pulling down her blouse, Tawny said, “Cedric it was nice to meet you, I have to powder my nose right now, but do come and see me at the club, sometime."

  "Never mind the nose Tawny. I think it's time we leave,” insisted Lester.

  Tawny glanced at me shrugged and then followed him out the door.

  * * * *

  "What was that all about?” I asked Tiny, sitting at the table that Lester and his bimbo had just vacated. “You and the chick were putting on quite a show. What a body."

  "Best body that money can buy,” Tiny said.

  "Yeah! How come Lester left?"

  "I'm not sure, but that chick seemed to be coming on to me. Naw ... that can't be. Chicks just don't come on to me."

  "Hey, you're not a bad looking guy. Just big."

  "And fat. Don't forget fat. She did ask me to come and see her though."

  "See her?"

  "She's a nude dancer."

  "Really? With that body, I can see why. Are you going to go to see her?"

  "I might. In the meantime, we're missing Rachel's last show. How do you like my idea of having her perform in her wedding dress?"

  "Love it."

  I turned and we both watched the final show of CC ‘n Cooke at Pokey's.

  * * * *

  The show went splendidly. And everyone loved the new songs. The free drinks and hors d’ oeuvres packed them in. I didn't get to talk with my wife, CC either as newfound admirers seeking autographs filled each break. When the brochure's ran out, Pokey's cocktail napkins seemed the most popular item slipped in front of the newfound celebrities.

  The CDs were gone after the first set, so the counter girl took it upon herself to take orders for CDs, which would be mailed directly to the purchasers.

  Even when the last set was over the girls didn't get to rest as they signed autographs for another twenty minutes. I was surprised and pleased when the last person to walk up to the table was Sara, my acquaintance from the Review Journal.

  "Rachel, CC, this is my friend from the local newspaper. Sara Dean. Hopefully, she's going to give us some free publicity."

  "You bet. I'm a fan,” Sara said, setting down a copy of each CD in front of the girls. “I just adore your music. It is so ethereal, so Enya like and then in the last set you did some modern songs. I liked those too."

  "I'm very pleased to meet you, Sara.” Rachel said, shaking her hand.

  "Me too, join us please,” said Chloe, also shaking Sara's hand. Sara sat next to me. “Tell me, which style did you like best? The reason I ask is that Dan is here. Did you meet Dan?” Sara shook her head.

  Dan reached over and shook Sara's hand. “Dan Spino, glad to meet you."

  "My pleasure."

  Chloe continued where she had left off. “Anyway, we just recorded a five song demo at Dan's studio and it's a mixture of both styles. Which style did you like best?"

  "I can't pick.” Addressing Dan, “I don't suppos
e I could pick up a copy of the demo. I have a friend in New York, who works for RCA. He might be interested."

  Dan smiled at the comely Sara. “I'll see you get two copies. One for your friend and one for you, since you're such a nice, helpful, friendly person."

  "Thank you Dan. Scott and I go way back and I'm here to help."

  I saw Rachel sneak a look at me. When our eyes connected, she arched her eyebrows, smiled and mouthed girlfriend?

  This was not the time or place to discuss that, so I ignored her question.

  Sara spoke. “I know it's been a long night and I'm sure the newlyweds have other things on their mind, but I was wondering if I could have a few minutes of your time for an interview."

  Rachel looked at me and I gave her a nod. She looked at Chloe and they both nodded.

  Chloe looked at Sara. “We're at your service."

  "To start with and this is off the record, I won't print a word of it, but I received an anonymous email and have to ask. Is it true that you and CC had a ménage a trois with your agent?"

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  Chapter Fifteen

  Honeymoon Night at Scott's house

  "Double standards: Two women on a man is a ménage a trios. Two men on a woman is a gang bang."

  —Dee Dawning

  I was stunned, not about the question but the answer—yes! To their credit, they wouldn't go details about the threesome, but now Rachel and I had finally arrived home and though I wanted answers, I wasn't going to push it during our honeymoon night.

  After heading to the bedroom, we took off our clothes. Needing a drink, I went to the bar and returned with a bottle of Amaretto and two cordial glasses, I filled Rachel's half way and mine to the top, drinking half.

  Rachel took the initiative. “What's the big deal Scott? You already knew I'd been sleeping with Lester. So what if CC joined in a time or two?"

  "Was it only a time or two?"

  "Well, no. More like five or six. Honestly, I was going to tell you. I told you I gave up ménages."

  "But, I thought you were kidding and you know it. Rachel, we just got married. The time to tell me would have been before we got married. Were you waiting for our twenty-fifth anniversary?"

  Her eyes were tearing. “Are we going to have a twenty-fifth anniversary?"

  "Of course, we are. I'm not going to stop loving you for anything you did before we met.” Sitting naked on the bed facing me, she reached for my penis, fondling it softly. “What are you doing?"

  "Darling, I know you're a smart man, but sometimes you ask the dumbest questions."

  "I just want you to level with me. How did you ... happen to get into a ménage ... ooh, with ... mmm, them?"

  Rachel took a sip from her glass. “It was my idea."

  That wasn't what I wanted to hear. “Why, Rachel?"

  "You know this Amaretto was a great idea. May I have some more?"

  "Of course. You were saying. It was your idea.” I poured her glass full this time.

  She took a big swig. “It was my idea, but it was CC's fault."

  "I don't understand. If it was your idea, how could it be CC's fault."

  "Your penis is hard."

  "I noticed. You were saying."

  Taking another swig, her glass was only a quarter full. “I was saying, I think your cock would taste just dandy if I poured a little Amaretto over it.” She stuck her finger in her glass and ran her wet finger over the sensitive underside, leaving a film of cool amber liquid on my ultra sensitive crown. As her tongue licked Amaretto off, she grasped the rest of my shaft in a hard manner, jerking it up and down.

  "Mmmm, I was right. Cocks and Amaretto are like chocolate and peanut butter.” She took the rest of her glass and poured it over the head.

  I winched. “Ouch! That burns."

  "Sorry.” Rachel dug the tip of her tongue into the opening, reaming what she could out of the hole and sucking out what she couldn't reach. Through Rachel's perseverance, the burning sensation subsided and became extremely sensual. I was suddenly more interested in having her sucking my cock than continuing our discussion.

  We had both gotten revved up and brimmed with sexual energy. I postponed, but didn't forget, my inquisition. Even though we were leaving for LA early the next morning, we didn't care. Nothing felt better to either of us than my dick burrowing deep inside her, so we made love every way we could think of. Some we liked and some we didn't. Finally, at around three AM, after I came twice and Rachel a few more, we fell asleep from exhaustion.

  * * * *

  It was only seven thirty, but I woke up. Even though I was still tired, I couldn't sleep. The idea of continuing our discussion from last night was keeping me awake. In the confines of his car, I was not going to be able to distract again. Nothing to do but face the music. I wonder what Scott's Reverend Robertson would say?

  Having spent very little time there, I couldn't find a thing. Most of my time was spent either at the piano in the living room with Chloe or in the master bedroom with Scott, ‘getting to know him.’ Remembering last night, I smiled. It was dreamy. He made me feel like the Queen of the Universe. I knew we'd over done it, because I felt sore. Entering his—make that—our fabulous kitchen to make coffee, I couldn't find a thing.

  Finally, I found the coffee—in the friggin’ freezer! After making a half a pot, I sat down in the breakfast room with a cup and the morning newspaper. I was reading the fashion section when Scott, in a bathrobe, plopped down in the rattan chair opposite me.

  "You're up early."

  "Couldn't sleep. So are you. I didn't wake you up, did I?"

  "No. Actually, I didn't sleep very well. I kept wondering how you three managed to get together. What did you mean when you said it was your idea?"

  I guess he's not going to forget about it. Didn't think he would. “I should clarify that statement. It was Lester's idea to have a ménage a trois. It was my idea to start it. I'll tell you all about it but it will take awhile. Maybe we should get dressed and hit the highway. We have a long trip and I'll have plenty time to explain it all, in the car."

  * * * *

  Scott agreed and after getting dressed, we left for LA in his Mustang GT.

  He laid his hand on my knee in a comforting gesture and I was so nervous that I jumped. “You were going to tell me."

  "Yes. I should probably start at the beginning. Chloe and I go back about eight years. We met in a music class at San Francisco State. I always thought she was elegant looking and we hit it off pretty good. So good we wound up moving into an apartment together."

  "Scott, some of the things I am going to tell you are embarrassing, but meeting you and falling in love was the best thing that ever happened to me, so please, don't hold what happened before I met you against me."

  "Baby, that goes without saying. In fact there are a few things I would be embarrassed to tell you as well."

  "Okay. Here goes. Chloe and I started playing together and performed in coffee and wine bars on weekends. The longer we worked together, the closer we grew. Finding each other attractive, we discussed having a lesbian affair but never did it. One time, we got undressed and started kissing and fondling each other. But something, I think it was her boyfriend at the door, interrupted us and we never went back to it. Maybe we were too embarrassed. After we graduated, we went our own ways but stayed in touch. We both got jobs. Plus, I went on to get a masters degree from Stanford."

  "With my masters in hand, I headed to LA to make my fortune. I started working menial jobs during the day and piano bars at night. Then about fourteen months ago, Chloe came to visit me. We really like each other and it was good to see her. Eventually, she convinced me to play together again. Playing in a couple wine bars and coffee houses, we managed to make a living. She moved in with me to cut expenses, which was great considering how expensive it is to live in LA. Eventually, Lester approached us about being our agent. We didn't have one, never had one. He sold us on the idea that we were never go
ing to get ahead without having an agent. After getting us a decent gig in a hotel bar, we signed with him. From time to time, he would get us a decent gig in a hotel bar, but they weren't very steady.

  "He kept asking me out. Lester was good looking and could be personable, but most of all he was persuasive. I started going out with him and in a week or so, sleeping with him. I'm sure he liked me, but he had restless eyes, especially for Chloe."

  "That's why he cheated on you?” asked Scott.

  I wanted to remind Scott that everybody had a past. “That's part of it, I'm sure. Sweetheart, you and Sara Dean were an item, weren't you?"

  Shock permeated his handsome face. “How did you know?"

  "Little things, like furtive glances at you, looking for your reaction to her question about the ménage, the way she kept looking at my wedding dress and rings longingly."

  "Hmmm, that may be, but I think she genuinely liked your music. She was just too enthusiastic."

  "Yes, I think so, too. Apparently, she's past being jealous, after all our marriage is a fait accompli. But the fact that you're involved in our music helps."

  Scott glanced my way. “Baby, I know I've had my share of peccadilloes. I don't need you to remind me. After all Rev does an admirable job of that. By the way he is thrilled to be married to you."

  I laughed, it didn't seem like I'd really laughed in a while. “I'm married to your imp as well as you?"

  "Fraid so. We're a package deal."

  "I don't know. Sounds like we have ménage going ourselves."

  "Ha, that's funny. Me, the Rev and you. Who is the better lover?"

  "Why, you are, of course. You are the best I've ever had. I swear."

  Scott seemed to get a kick out of that. “Out of how many? Do you know?” Being the best out of two is nice, but being the best out of a hundred is something."

  I smiled coyly and answered his intrusive question. “And being the best out of a thousand would be mind boggling. That's a backhanded way of asking how many sex partners I've had. Are you sure you'd like to know? Do you know how many you've had?"

  "Not so many that I couldn't count them in my head."

  I was getting angry, “Scott, what are you saying? I'm not a slut. I may be sexually adventurous, but I'm not promiscuous."