Trading Places
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Rachel mixed up two more martinis, handing one to me. She drank the first in two gulps then poured herself another. “Okay, let’s have it.”
“First, let’s find a clean place to sit.” I noticed a stack of clean sheets in the corner. I grabbed one and spread it out on the couch before the three of us took a seat. Rachel had brought my drink with her, handing it to me before she sat.
“Okay, well as I told you before, we’re opening up our own club. A lot of clubs are BYOB, but I’ve been thinking that I’d really like to have a full-service club.”
Rachel’s eyes widened. “And you want me to what, bartend?”
“You’re cute, friendly and you certainly can make a nice drink. It’s Fridays and Saturdays only, except for some holidays. We’ll close at Christmas and Easter. I’m sorry, but I just can’t have the club open during those times. I’m pretty liberal, but I have my limits.”
Rachel resumed gulping at her martini.
“You might want to slow down on those. They sneak up on you.”
She nodded, mouth slack. “Yeah, I know what’s in them. I’m fine, thanks.”
“Are you interested in the position?” John asked.
“I’d have to quit here. I work every weekend.”
“I honestly don’t know how busy the place will be to know what sort of income we’ll generate. So your pay could go up, or not.”
Rachel stared at the table, looking dumbfounded.
“Rachel?” I put my hand on her knee. “You don’t have to accept. It’s just an offer. Do you have problems? Questions?”
She smiled as she looked from me to John. “I don’t think I could handle it. I’m already so sexually frustrated I can hardly stand it. How am I going to see naked people fucking? I’ll go insane.”
“Well,” I said as I placed my empty glass on the table, “I’m about to go take a shower. If you’re interested, you can join me and we can take care of that frustration. If not, you can gather your things and make your way safely home.”
I did not wait for her reply. John followed me into the bathroom and closed the door.
“Do you really think this is the best way to handle things?” he whispered.
“Think you got one more in you, Tiger?” I teased. Wrapping my hand around his not yet erect manhood, I gave it a squeeze and a tug.
John grinned. “You’re evil.”
“Diabolical.”
John turned the water on as I slid out of my robe. The bathroom was beginning to steam when the door opened. Rachel stood just beyond the precipice staring at me.
“You’re letting out all the heat,” I said waving her in.
“I doubt that’s possible.” She closed the door behind her and stared at the floor.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” John and I stood for a moment right outside the shower.
“It’s not that. I just, I, uh…”
John elbowed me and nodded toward Rachel.
“What? You’re strictly dickly?”
Rachel laughed, “What?”
“You are not into women. Is that the problem?”
“No, not…not that I don’t like them. I’ve just never had the opportunity. And, I, uh…” The poor thing continued to stammer.
“Have no experience and you’re nervous.” I finished for her.
“Exactly.”
John cleared his throat. “It’s sex. You’ll figure it out. Candy’s great at giving direction.”
“First,” I said as I closed the gap between us, “we need to get you out of these clothes.” The poor girl, she hadn’t had sex in ages and had just witnessed straight-up sex, group sex and toy usage all in one night. I decided that the soft approach a woman can offer would be the way to go. I had already had a few orgasms, so if she didn’t know what she was doing, it wasn’t a big deal.
I ran my hands down her arms, then hooked my fingers into the band of her stretchy shorts, sliding them to the floor. I let my hands slowly caress her legs on the way back up. Reaching the top, I undid the clasps in the back and let her top fall to the floor.
John stepped into the shower, offering a steady hand to us as we joined him. He stepped out, grabbing a condom from the pocket of his shorts before taking a gentlemanly seat inside the shower, on the built-in stool.
First, I shampooed her hair, massaging her scalp with gentle fingers.
“Now you do me,” I said handing her the shampoo bottle. She did the same, gently shampooing my hair. I could feel her trepidation in touching me elsewhere.
I grabbed her by her wrists and slowly placed her hands on my chest. Her eyes widened as she rubbed my breasts, teasing my nipples with her thumbs. She licked her lips, excitement increasing.
Reaching over, I retrieved the bar of soap and began lathering her body. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. When my hands slid between her legs, she gave a little whimper before tilting her hips forward.
She was slippery and swollen, her excitement coming to a crest. John stood behind her, offering support, and two more attentive hands. I ditched the soap and let the water wash away the suds before getting to my knees.
I looked up at John. “Baby, can you put that condom on? As soon as she starts to come, I want you inside of her.”
Rachel gasped as she looked down at me.
“Unless that’s not okay with you.” I grinned, knowing that’s exactly what she wanted.
She smiled back at me. “You could be disappointed. I’ve never actually had an orgasm.”
Poor thing. “Looks like today is your day.”
I slid my middle finger inside her and wrapped my lips around her clitoris. Her knees buckled slightly and she gave a whimper. John put his arms around her waist, steadying her.
“Oh, God!” she cried. Her fingers wound into my wet hair, pulling me against her.
Searching with my finger, I found the dense spot inside and started to flutter my finger against it, while assaulting her with my tongue. Rachel cried out again and slapped the side of the shower.
Months of sexual frustration were about to be released. She pushed herself hard against my mouth. Using only my lips I nibbled at her swollen clit as I felt the spasms inside her begin.
I grabbed her wrists and used them to place her palms on my shoulders as John bent her over. Rachel screamed as the orgasm rippled through her. I could see John guiding himself in with this hand.
Nails dug into my shoulders and she screamed again. “Oh shit!” She bit down on her lip, trying to stifle her noises.
John started off slow for a few strokes before he really gave it to her. We had a problem continuing as her legs wobbled. The orgasm had drained her. John eased out of her and helped her sit, then stripped off his condom. He helped me to my feet, led me out of the shower and threw a towel on the floor. John gently pushed me against the wall, before scooping my legs up around his hips.
“You’re the hottest woman on the fucking planet.” He bit my neck before sliding himself inside me. His groan of pleasure was all it took to ignite the fire in me.
I grabbed a fist full of hair and held onto his shoulders while he fucked me. John’s excitement matched my own as I moaned and cried out. His grunts with every thrust told me he was quickly meeting his sexual end for the night.
“I can’t,” he panted before thrusting into me one forceful and last time. He struggled to put me back on my feet gently.
Rachael’s hands and legs shook as she dressed. She gave a quick ‘thank you’ as she slipped out of the bathroom.
By the time we made it to the bed and put clean sheets on top, we were both completely spent. I curled up, face in John’s chest and passed out.
Chapter 24
We didn’t wake until lunch. Most folks had left, but a few still lingered. We didn’t waste time dressing and departing from the room. The hotel had a nice brunch in the restaurant.
Neither one of us spoke as we ate. I wasn’t certain if it was fatigue or sheer hunger, I
just had very little to say.
Sitting there, with a full stomach, I finally began to contemplate how I felt. I honestly didn’t want to go clubbing a second day in a row. Did that mean I would be a bad club owner?
“What’s wrong, Candy? Your brow is furrowed and you look very serious.” John put his fork down and stared at me.
“I just really don’t feel like clubbing again tonight.” There. I admitted it.
“We just woke up and finally got some real food in us. Of course you don’t feel like it.”
“What if I’m a bad club owner?” I said with a pout.
“You won’t be. And you’re crazy if you think you’re going to want to have wild sex all the time. That would get tiresome for anyone,” he leaned forward, lowering his voice, “Despite what porn industry would have you believe.”
I giggled. “You’re right. So what should we do today? We have a few hours before we have to worry about getting ready for Club Number Two.”
“Actually, there’s a furniture store nearby I think we should see. They have a lot of novelty items, like couches in the shape of lips. It’s cheeky, but might work.”
Did the man have to think of everything? “Sounds good to me.”
After breakfast, the limo took us to the store. John was right. There wasn’t one normal piece of furniture in the place. There were couches and beds shaped like everything from lips to hearts and even genitalia.
“What do you think?” he said as he elbowed me.
“I think only a few pieces like this will suffice. Too lewd and you’re bordering on trashy. I do like the high heel chairs and the coffee tables that look like big lips.”
John scratched his head. “We should go all out on one room. Maybe the orgy room. I think we go crazy decorating that room.”
“You’re right. That’s the big party room and if people are wanting to join in on an orgy, they’ll get a kick out of some of this stuff. But in the main areas, I do want it toned down. We have to keep newbies in mind too. You just don’t want to scare or overwhelm them.”
I made a list of all the items we were interested in and asked the clerk to email me a quote.
Next stop was a warehouse where we asked for a quote on two dozen beds and a few couches and chairs.
“Big family?” the lady asked, eyeing me.
“You could say that,” I said, trying to stifle a laugh.
“You look damned good for someone who’s had a bunch of kids. How do you do it?”
I looked at the portly woman behind the counter. “Oh, they aren’t all mine. Some of them are only with me for a short time.”
“Oh, like foster kids.” She beamed.
Guilt hit me in the stomach like an aluminum bat. “Something like that.” Lies. I hated it. Thankfully John stepped in.
“Ma’am, we’re the sort that likes to keep our privacy. Can you email us a quote on all of the items, including delivery?” John leaned in on the counter, shooting his charming smile her way.
She blushed, “Oh, of course. I understand.” She scribbled ‘rush’ on the top of the ticket.
I looped my fingers in his and we walked back to the limo. I turned, looking over my shoulder to see the clerk’s mouth fall open when she noticed our ride.
After a trip to the hotel, a quick shower and a lot of prep work, we were back in the limo on our way to the next club.
“I’m really not looking forward to this,” I complained. “I’m feeling partied out.”
“You’ve been doing too much. Let’s go, have a drink and check the place out. Then, if you want to go, we’ll just go back home and relax.” John leaned in, kissing my neck.
“You’re not worried that this will happen with the club?” I asked, broaching the subject again.
“No. I think you limit the partying you do to when the mood strikes you. Other than that, the reason we’re bringing other folks on board is so that they can be the life of the party. We can be owners, paying attention to detail.” John sounded so frank, so curt. He’d obviously thought about this.
“Yeah, I hadn’t even really thought about a bartender until I met Rachel. Do you think we can get a liquor license?” I asked.
“I think Janette can make anything happen for you.” He laughed as he patted my knee, a purely Janette move.
“Alright, alright.” I rolled my eyes. He was right. That woman was a force to be reckoned with.
“You’re putting pressure on yourself, Candy. Stop it.”
He was right. I wasn’t sure what was going on with me. I decided to force myself to clear my mind and just continue on as planned.
The limo came to a halt and the door opened. “Ma’am,” the limo driver held out his hand. I was thankful, since the six-inch heels were hard to maneuver in gracefully.
The building looked like a large estate. Two enormous stone lions graced the sides of the entry. When we walked through the front door, it looked more like an upscale hotel. There was a woman in a suit at the front.
“Welcome.” The fake smile that was on her face made my stomach churn. This chick wanted a new job in the worst way and it was blatantly obvious.
“Thanks,” John said pulling out his wallet.
“Three-fifty for the evening.”
I choked. Three hundred and fifty dollars for one night of play? The condoms should be made of gold. I didn’t remember this being in the plan…
John pulled out the cash and happily handed it to the woman. I filled out our registration card to distract myself from the hefty price tag.
Another woman in a black suit greeted us from the left. “Follow me, please.”
I grabbed John’s hand. For whatever reason, the intimidation was overwhelming me. Holding John’s hand as I walked into the building, made me feel more confident.
My eyes darted around, taking in as much as possible as we crossed the marble floor to two enormous maple doors. The lady pulled one open and ushered us through. On the other side, the marble continued.
The woman didn’t speak as she led us down a small hallway to another set of doors. “Stay here.”
I eyed John. What the hell kind of place had he brought me to?
When she returned, she handed us both eye masks, black and satin. “Put them on now, please. Maintaining secrecy of identity is of utmost importance.”
I shrugged, sliding the elastic under my hair before situating the mask over my face. I was exposed from the eyebrows up and from the nose down.
“Clever,” I whispered.
John nodded.
“Follow,” the woman said again. The clacking of our heels down the marble hall echoed. It was a bit unnerving how loud it was.
When we reached the end of the corridor, she opened a set of black onyx doors. Sheets of silk and satin hung from the ceiling, creating semi-private coves.
I tried to look around, but the rude suited woman was walking too quickly.
“This way please,” she called over her shoulder.
We followed her behind a big black curtain. “Here are your costumes. You may lock your belongings in the closet. The combination has been set electronically from the front desk to the last four digits of your telephone number.
“How do you know if these will fit?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes at me. “Enjoy your stay. The bar is open until three.” Without answering my question, she spun, clacking her heels as she walked away.
“Wow,” I huffed.
John didn’t say anything as he took his costume from the plastic wrap. He began to chuckle. “Apparently, tonight is Roman night.”
Opening my costume, I found a gauze robe with a golden belt. I slid my arms through the holes and tied the front closed. John was dressed before me, as I had more costume jewelry to don.
“I need a drink. This costume is ridiculous.” So far, I wasn’t feeling any better about the situation.
“Personally, I think you look cute.” He smacked my ass.
“Great.” I sighed.
“You will suck my cock, you common whore!” A man wearing a toga that was pulled up to his stomach grabbed the back of her hair, forcing her to take his cock in her mouth.
“Well, that’s not very nice.” I put my hands on my hips.
“They’re in character. Don’t judge them,” John whispered in my ear. “I chose this place because it’s all theme based…though they seem to take it to the extreme.”
“Oh,” I uttered. Looking back, I could now see another two men, who sat on the edges of the bed, fondling and licking the woman who squirmed and whined while she sucked the third man’s cock. I shrugged.
“There’s the bar.” John pulled me, nearly making me lose my balance. “Let’s get a drink. You need to loosen up.”
Maybe he was right.
“Hi,” I smiled at the bartender. “Can I get a vodka tonic, please?”
“Slaves get wine,” she pushed a cup across the counter.
“Are you fucking kidding me? I want a goddamned vodka tonic.” I shoved the cup back at her. “Now.” My face was red hot with anger.
“Apologies, but slaves get wine, unless your master approves it.”
“Three hundred and fifty fucking dollars says I get the goddamned drink of choice.”
“Candy!” John grabbed my arm. “Calm down.”
“I see someone gave you the wrong costume,” a woman to my right said. She wore a golden robe and some sort of metal band around her head.
“Seems that way,” I said.
“Please give her the beverage of her choice.” The woman waved the bartender on.
“First theme party?” she said with a laugh.
“I’m sorry.” The embarrassment was painted all over John’s face. “I didn’t realize she’d hate it this much.”
I really needed a drink. I couldn’t put my finger on what was under my skin, but this place was starting to really irritate me. I had to shake it off.
The bartender handed me my drink, looking a little scared as she did.
“So, I suppose you’re my master now?” I took a sip from my drink. Grey Goose graced my taste buds, lightening my mood a tiny bit.