“You’re disgusting,” Helios muttered.
“No, I’m just honest. Look at her. She’s stunning and I am proud to call her mine.”
“Ours, asshole. She’s ours,” Helios grumbled.
“I know how to share!”
“Oh yeah.” Helios smiled. “Prove it.”
“But it’s my turn!”
Laughing, Helios turned to Capri. “He can’t share air without bitching.”
Capri giggled, knowing what Helios said was true. Apollo Humperdinck was the mayor of Celestial and until recently was single and the biggest pain in the ass Celestial had to deal with. Thanks to Helios and Fairy, Apollo was now their problem. Though the town was grateful to them for taking Apollo off their hands, the man was still a force to be reckoned with. Praying she could stop the argument that was about to occur, Capri said, “Apollo, my only concern is the cameras you have in the club. If we could turn them off during the retreat, it would be better. I don’t want couples coming into the Rainbow Room, thinking they are being videotaped.”
“They’re fake,” Apollo said, growling at Helios.
“What!”
“It became too expensive, so I canceled my subscription.”
“You mean to tell me that all of these cameras are just for show?”
“Yep.”
“I thought everyone knew that,” Fairy said walking over to them. “I remember when Apollo had them installed. It caused a great uproar with the Wiccans and the Conspiracy Theorist. Both were afraid that having their actions monitored was intruding in their beliefs to be free of outside influence. All of us were relieved when Apollo turned them off.”
“So was I,” Apollo groaned. “Those two days were the worst. I lost so much money.”
“But you spent thousands having them installed,” Helios said, shocked.
“Sure did, but I lost more when no one came into the club. It was the only time in Rainbow Room history that I lost money.”
“So why don’t you have them removed?” Helios asked.
“Because I had Hermes Wanabangher retrofit them into strobes and paint sprinklers. Nothing says hot monkey sex like florescent paint and black strobe lighting.”
“You’re disgusting,” Helios muttered.
Laughing, Apollo kissed his lover, “You still love me though.”
Capri was just about to ask Helios about the upcoming wedding when Aries walked over, and said, “Apollo, when you have a moment, I need to talk to you.”
Capri looked at Aries and sighed. If he didn’t look so damn handsome in his suit, she would have just walked away. She wished he’d just strip that suit off and be the man she remembered, but something in the way he held himself told her that he was in business mode. What business he had with Apollo wasn’t any of her business, and she knew that, but she still didn’t like it. Huffing, she turned and walked over to Aquarius.
Aries sighed as she walked away. Watching as Capri talked with his brother all he could think about was how this deal would affect her and the people he loved. He hated everything he was about to do, but mostly he wished she wouldn’t do this damn retreat. There were so many things that could go wrong, but mainly he didn’t like the fact that she performed in front of people. He didn’t know how to tell her that what she was doing was wrong. That regardless of what she thought, this retreat was nothing more than a large orgy, not that he had an issue with them, he just didn’t want her around it. It didn’t matter who she invited, or what the damn website said, once the word got out, every lowlife on the planet would make their way to Celestial to jack off as his brother and the woman he loved made love. This was not going to be some innocent and informative retreat on sexual spirituality in the universal way. It was going to be a massive orgy of epic proportions.
“So when are you going to tell her the truth?”
Aries turned to his brother who walked over to him. “Tell her what?”
“Oh, that you’re the vice president of mergers and public relations for the Summerfield Corporation.”
“How did you find out?”
“Dude, do you not know what I do for a living. I sit in my store surfing the web waiting to sell everything from liquor, herbs to sexual toys and shit. You could have knocked me over with a dildo when I saw your face on the company’s website.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because it’s not my place to tell. Of course, it really doesn’t matter, because when she finds out she’s going to flip. You should have come home sooner brother. I don’t know if you heard, but Treasure Cove had a major disaster last week. Several people were killed. Capri was one of the volunteers who went over there to lend a helping hand. I know the news reports are saying that Summerfield had nothing to do with the mine collapse, but Capri and the others from Celestial disagree. They believe that if Tristan hadn’t disturbed the ecosystem with his drilling and heinous machines, then the mine would still be standing.”
“There is no evidence to support that theory.”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s what the town thinks.”
“Are you going to tell her?”
“No, like I said, it’s not my place, but you better tell her soon.”
“I’ll tell her.”
“You need to tell her and soon. If she finds out from someone else, the universe won’t be able to save you.”
“I know,” Aries replied, just as Capri started talking.
“And you have no problems demonstrating that other mediums can be used to heighten the atmosphere. It’s no surprise that nightclubs, dance halls and raves are dark places. They foster feelings of lust, sex, and love.Sometimes, though dance, a person goes through the stages of fancying, loving, fumbling foreplay, intercourse, climax and post-coital bliss just by making eye contact and holding it, with someone on the other side of the dance floor. Dancing is, according to George Bernard Shaw, ‘The vertical expression of a horizontal desire legalized by music.’ Fairy, are you sure you can show dance can heighten the sexual arousal between two partners.”
Aries moaned, “She can’t be serious.”
“Oh, Fairy is a magnificent dancer, but Capri is better. I wish you could see what she can do when her legs are wrapped around the pole,” Aquarius said, then laughed, slapping him on the back. “She’s very limber.”
Aries groaned.
“Excuse me!” Apollo roared, getting to his feet. “I know you didn’t just ask my woman to eye-fuck some dude on vacation!”
Helios laughed and Fairy blushed.
“No,” Capri sighed. “I am asking her to show the people how to heighten sexual spirituality through dance.”
“She is not dancing for anyone but me!” Apollo said furiously, getting to his feet. “Hell, woman, I haven’t even married her yet, and you want to give her more options!”
“Come on, Apollo,” Fairy soothed. “It’s just dancing.”
“Nope. This is not happening. You are not dancing naked for anyone but me. I am a selfish bastard, and I don’t share!” he shouted and then stormed out of the room. A few seconds later, Aries heard a door slam.
“Well, I guess that’s it then,” Fairy said as Helios helped her off the stage. “I’m sorry Capri.”
“Can’t you talk to him Helios?” Capri asked sincerely.
Aries felt sorry for her. He really did. This was the second couple who had walked away, and they had three more couple to talk to. At this rate, no one was going to help her, expect for…Dammit! No, no, no.
Aries’s anger resurfaced instantly. There was no way in hell he was going to survive the whole week, watching his brother and Capri make love in every position known to man. He couldn’t do it. He wasn’t that strong. No man was.
“I wish we could, but we can’t go against Apollo. He was very clear. If he doesn’t want Fairy dancing for other people, then she can’t do it,” Helios explained. “Maybe you could get Rainbow and Leaf to do a dance segment.”
“No.” Capri sighed. “Th
ey bailed yesterday when I got a little too instructional on positions.”
“Well,” Helios said. “You do have two men behind you. Ask one of them.”
Aries didn’t move, when she turned to look at him and Aquarius. This was it. Was she going to pick him? Was she going to forgive him? Was she going to give him a chance to be with her again?
“Aquarius?”
What! Aries had had enough. He marched right over to her and grabbed her by the shoulders. “What is the matter with you?”
“I don’t know what you mean?” she asked innocently.
“I came back for you,” Aries seethed. “I missed you. I drove all the way from New York nonstop so I could get to you faster and you can’t even look at me. I know I messed up, but I can’t stand this anymore. For the last twenty-four hours, I’ve listened and watched you and my brother go at it like rabbits. Not once did you ever think to invite me into your embrace.”
“What are you saying?”
“Dammit,” Aries shouted. “I’m horny, woman!”
“You didn’t look horny last night when you were in the shower. If I remember correctly, you were very vocal when you came. Aquarius heard it, too.” Capri smiled sweetly up at him. He was right! She had seen him last night. Aries wanted to strangle the woman. She was being obtuse on purpose. She had to know that stroking the one-eyed willy wasn’t half as good as sinking his pipe into her heated depths after he watched her tease and torture her while on the bed.
“That’s it.” He growled, hauling her tight against his chest. He wanted her to feel the tension within him. He wanted her to feel the rapid beating of his heart, his ragged breaths, the heat emanating off him. “I am going to fuck you, Capri. Right now, unless you stop me.”
She gasped.
“I didn’t think so,” he said as he took her mouth in a crushing kiss.
Dear Goddess, she tasted like sugar and spice and everything nice. Her lips were warm and soft, as he plundered her. Aries wasted no time, slipping his tongue deep into her hot little mouth, savoring her body as if molded to his. Why he ever left her, was lost to him, as she surrendered to his advancements. Her tiny body melted against his, and when he felt her heart beating as fast as his, he finally let her come up for air. Aries held her steady as she tried to catch her breath, and he growled, “Dance.”
Capri’s eyes shot to his. Her only answer was a mere nod.
Letting her go, she turned to head for the stage and Aries slapped her ass. Her squeak was loud, but she didn’t turn around. He headed for one of the chairs at the front of the stage and sat down. “Play the music, Aquarius.”
“Are you going to be bossy now?” his brother asked. “Because if you are, I can fix it to where you’re back in the doghouse.”
“Shut up and start the damn music,” Aries replied, never looking anywhere but at her. He did, however, hear his brother mumble, “Comes home and just takes over, like he’s the king.”
The anticipation was the worst part. Aries couldn’t decide if he was excited or nervous, but he definitely felt uneasy. He still didn’t like the idea of Capri doing this retreat, but he wasn’t going to pass up the chance at seeing her dance, especially after what his brother told him. The chair he sat in was surprisingly comfortable, given its lack of arm rests. There wasn’t much to do but wait.
He stared up at the wall and studied the huge painting above. It was really weird. A tangled web of vines and thorns covered one corner of the piece. A large shiny cocoon hung down to drop against a nondescript surface. The cocoon was split open, with strings of bright film stretching from the lips of the thing. From this opening, a woman was sliding free. Her arms were stretched wide and her breasts rested naturally apart. Her red hair fanned out behind her head. It was beautiful but disturbing. It must have been her eyes, those golden slits that seemed so otherworldly. They were like the glazed unblinking stare of a reptile. The wet wings that she lay upon looked thin and veiny like those of a bat. Her skin looked smooth and tender, but the color was too pale, almost translucent. Gazing into the eyes of the woman in the picture was not helping his anxiety. Looking around the Rainbow Room, Aries had come to the conclusion that Apollo had a very eclectic taste and if it wasn’t strange…it was downright scary. The man needed a personal decorator and fast.
The lights dimmed slowly until the room was cloaked in complete darkness. Strange sounds silenced the chatter in the room. It sounded like the warped and whispered blurb of a faulty cassette tape. That sound made his arm hair stand on end in the dark. Looking over, he could barely see Aquarius, but he did hear him clearly as he laughed. “You did it now, brother. She’s going to make you suffer.”
At once came the gentle tap of a drum and the soft hiss of a cymbal. On top of this relaxing beat was the strumming of a bass guitar. The riff that was played was equally as soft, its notes rising, falling, alternating, and repeating. Aries thought he could feel his body settling and growing warm from the soothing hum of the music.
He saw the stage first. It began to glow dimly, then grew brighter. His eyes were sucked into to the rich blue color that cast its ghastly light over the stage. Beyond was darkness, where shapes loomed like shadowy phantoms.
Another layer of music was added to the soothing tune that played. It was the grinding of a rhythm guitar, but it sounded so distant, so muffled. It harmonized with the humming of the bass guitar, playing the same notes while adding a bright raspy echo to the song. It seemed to herald the appearance of something.
And then there she was.
Down she slid, more gracefully than a gazelle. One of her legs was hooked around the pole while her arm was wrapped above, hugging it close to her shoulder. Her head lay beside the pole, her eyes cast down as though she were saddened. All the while, she tapped the metal bar in time with the beat using her free foot. The woman wore a magnificent sprawling robe sparkling in the spotlight, cascading down like a moonlit waterfall. She twirled a single feathered strap of the robe along with the raspy thrash of the distant guitar.
She touched down and drifted from the pole to stand before him. Her head nodded slightly while she swayed to the music like a tree in a breeze. Still she swung the belt in her hand. Feathers lined the hem of her great robe and up to nestle her smooth pale face, like a fancy boa or scarf. Still her eyes were cast at the floor. Glossy red hair hung perfectly straight around her body. The ends of her hair seemed to simply fade into nothingness. Aries could see her white body beneath the robe. She wore some sort of lingerie.
His cock hardened instantly.
Something flashed below him. He glanced down and found a black touch screen, where a single name glowed in shimmering letters.
Capri.
His eyes shot back up to soak in the view. Her arms were slowly lifting, the sparkling robe fanning out like the wings of an angel. Capri tilted her head to one side, then eased it back and rolled it to her other shoulder as though basking in some unseen glow of comfort. Her eyes were still closed as she swayed to the music.
Aries was nearly startled to see the two naked women step behind her and slide the robe from her shoulders. As quick as they appeared, they left, leaving her alone, once again.
Capri was absolutely stunning.
Her pale skin gleamed in the bright spotlight. A green camisole top hugged her bulging breasts tightly in its lacy cups, creating a pleasant line of cleavage. A sheer fabric flared beneath the cups, split down the middle to expose her stomach. Aries sighed through trembling lips as he eyed the curve of her narrow waist the wide berth of her hips.
Capri twisted her huge platform heels on the stage, slowly swinging her hips from side to side. She rubbed her neck with both hands and rolled her abdomen, a movement that was so alluring. He watched her move, admiring the G-string panties and eyeing the small piece of fabric that cupped her pussy. Her thighs... they were so trim and smooth. Each leg was wound with the same ribbon. The ribbon crisscrossed up to her upper thigh like the intertwined patterns of two candy ca
nes. It accented her pale, fleshy thighs in such a way that made his mouth water.
Then her eyes opened and his world fell away.
Icy blue orbs stared only at him. They were so big he thought he might drown in them. Dark sweeps of black and smoky gray shadowed her eyes, sucking him in like the pull of a black hole. Long curled lashes fanned the air when she blinked, speckled with glitter that shined like diamonds. If her irises were any lighter shade of blue, they would’ve been white.
Aries was petrified, frozen in Capri’s ice-cold gaze. Her round face was so pale. Her lips were an astonishing shade of deep red, pursed and full. The red curtains of her hair hung around her like the drapes of a funeral dress. Capri’s expression was one of beautiful sadness, distant and carefree.
The rasping of the guitar faded. Only the strum of the bass and the tap and hiss of the drums remained. She didn’t dance to the music. The melody moved her. It controlled the twist of her legs. It spun her hips in slow circles and lifted her arms into an unseen breeze. There was no beat of the drum, no strum of a thick string that was not accented by the enticing movement of her body.
God, she was perfect. Aries couldn’t help thinking that she had been made just for him. Every single piece of her was proportioned exactly the ways he found attractive. It hurt him inside to look at her, but it was agonizing to look away. When her big eyes fell over him, his body grew weak and his mind went blank.
Capri walked in a circle, the pole in her fingertips. With her every step, she would give the tiniest flick of her platform heels. His dick strained in his pants when he saw the way it made her ass cheeks jiggle. Higher her hand climbed on the pole. Aries thought her nipple would slip free of the tiny cup that concealed it.
With not so much as a hop, Capri pulled herself into the air on the pole, her feet lifting gracefully. Her body swung until her backside wound around the pole. She seemed to slither round and round as though her body were a ribbon encircling the metal. When Capri descended to the stage, she pulled her thighs upward and bent her legs beneath her.
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