by Cox, Anita
We kept the pace slow at first, as John clearly didn’t want to rush. He felt so wonderful, I wanted to make it last as well. John’s arm slid from my waist as he moved his fingers between my legs. My heart began to race. Fighting to find something to grip, my hands slid against the slippery shower wall. John pulled me back before my face hit the wall and spun around so I was sitting on him.
I let out a wail of pleasure having him deeper inside me and his fingers continuing to massage the mound between my legs. It had grown swollen at his touch, intensifying the pleasure I felt. My cries now echoed against the hard bathroom walls.
“John…I…can’t…” It was over. My body tensed in orgasm, stayed vertical only by the warmth and strength of John’s arms. Rather suddenly, he lifted me off of him as he released his own orgasm on the floor of the shower.
I wobbled on my feet, rinsing off briefly before grabbing my towel. “That was wonderful.”
“Yes it was.” He kissed me as he walked out of the bathroom.
Wrapping myself in a towel, I retreated to the walk-in closet. I had to choose something to wear to dinner. Janette gave everyone extra time to prepare, making me wonder if I should put some effort into my outfit.
I grabbed my black bustier, a black mini skirt, garter and thigh highs. Once dressed I walked back through the room to the bathroom.
“What?” John yelled. “You can’t wear that and expect me to let you out of this room.” He laughed. “I’m going to have a stiffy through dinner.”
“I’ll have to beat the horny women off with a stick then!” I laughed and ran into the bathroom. Spending some extra time putting my hair in rollers, applying a bit more dramatic makeup, it took me nearly an hour to get ready. I had spoiled John by hurrying in the past.
“Please, please hurry Candy. I’m starving!” he pleaded.
Truth was, I was also famished.
“Sorry for making you wait,” I said as I left the bathroom.
“Wow!” John’s mouth hung open. “It was worth the wait.”
“Let’s go, I’m hungry as a bear.” I hooked my arm inside his.
The dining room was packed and everyone had dressed up a bit more than the day before. I spotted Janette waving us over to her table. My wonderful friend had saved us seats. It wasn’t controlling, she was sheltering us.
John and I both smiled and waved back to her as we made our way over to her table.
“Thank you for saving us a spot, Janette. Seems I should have hurried a bit more.”
“Nonsense, you look stunning! There are bottles of wine open on the table. There’s a dark red and a white wine. If I were you, I’d choose after you grab your plates. If you don’t’ like wine I can get you something else.”
“Wine is fine,” I said smiling, “but I’d better get him up to the buffet before he starts taking food off your plate.” I kissed John’s cheek.
The buffet looked better than the night before, if that was possible. It was worth the extra minute to stand to have a fresh pre-cracked lobster delivered to me, even if I did feel silly carrying two plates back to the table.
Janette suggested the white wine with my dinner. She poured a glass for me as I enjoyed the buttery lobster. John had the prime rib, and red wine that Janette never let get half full.
With our belly’s full we enjoyed coffee and conversation with Janette and her friends.
“Let’s go down and enjoy the DJ,” Kayla suggested.
“Do you want to go dancing?” John whispered in my ear.
I nodded.
“I’d like to meet more people,” I said, “dancing or at least enjoying the music sounds good to me.”
“You kids enjoy the music. James and I have plans. Enjoy your evening,” Janette said.
We went down toward the lagoon area, Jason and Kayla following us. There was already a nice crowd gathered. We found a table big enough for the four of us. I wasn’t sure how to enjoy their company and avoid being their playmates at the same time.
“Hi guys!” Mira and Diana called as they approached our table. “Can we sit with you?”
I hugged them both.
“Let’s find a bigger table.” John suggested.
“You guys can have ours, we’re going to the room.” An older couple offered their table behind us. John thanked them and slid the table over, then grabbed the chairs.
A lady in a grass skirt and coconuts came to get our drink order. I was craving an espresso martini in the worst way.
“I’m sorry, we don’t have those on the menu. But we do carry espresso. Would you like to come talk to our mixologist?”
“What? They’ll just let me tell them how to make a drink?”
“Yes ma’am, we aim to please.”
“Go on, I’d love to try one!” Mira encouraged.
“Okay then, I’ll be right back.” I followed the girl back to the bar. She explained why I was there.
“Hello beautiful,” the guy behind the bar said. “What would you like?” Definitely an islander, the guy had very dark skin and hair. His dark skin made his white teeth gleam. I would bet my next month’s salary he got propositioned by a good share of the women here.
“An espresso martini. Do you know how to make them?” I asked.
“Do you?” He flashed me his million dollar smile and leaned in on the bar. This guy was good.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I do.”
“Well bring your pretty little behind back here and show me how it’s done. Who knows, it could be a new special here.” He lifted the piece of bar separating him from the masses so I could slide in.
“First, I need two shots of espresso, good quality of course.”
He smiled, “there’s only good quality ingredients here ma’am.” He turned to the back of the bar and started the espresso maker.
“Okay, I’ll need a martini shaker filled with ice, a shot glass for measure, because I’m no professional.”
“Thank you for that sideways compliment ma’am,” he teased.
“You’re most welcome. I don’t know how you guys do the whole counting thing while pouring or the tricks while mixing. We’ll just do this the lame way.” He handed me what I asked for. “Now I need Kahlua, vanilla vodka and Irish cream.”
He looked at me for a moment then went to work gathering what I needed. He also brought a vanilla pod.
“What’s that for?”
“Just wait and see.” He didn’t hesitate for more questions as he went to retrieve the espresso.
“It’s two shots of espresso, one shot each of the vanilla vodka, Irish Cream and Kahlua.” I measured it all out, shook it up and poured it in the martini glass he’d had chilling for me already. I poured the remainder of the shaker in a shot glass and handed it to him.
“Damn! That’s good. Now pour everything back in the shaker.” He demanded.
“What?”
“Humor me,” he said as he winked.
Pouting that he was going to ruin my masterpiece, I poured my glass back into the shaker. He grabbed a small thin knife and sliced the vanilla bean. He scraped the insides out and put them in the shaker then shook it up.
After pouring the contents into two shot glasses, he slid one to me and took one for himself. “Taste.”
I sipped at it. Dirty bastard made a better martini than I did. As a matter of fact, his was so much better that I finally knew what my hometown bartender, Enrique did. He added a touch of vanilla.
“That’s freakin’ delicious!”
He laughed, “been doin’ this awhile ma’am. Natural vanilla is a flavor enhancer.” He poured the remainder of the shaker in several shot glasses, put them on a try and handed it to the waitress.
“Take these to her table. Let me know how many people want one. I’m betting all the ladies will like it at least, so I’ll get some espresso brewing.”
“I didn’t get your name,” I said to the bartender.
“Chuck.”
It hit me funny. I expecting somethi
ng more exotic sounding.
“Chuck, I’m Candy. Thank you for letting me invade your workspace.”
“Thank you for the recipe. I have a feeling I’ll be making these a lot tonight.” He grinned at me again. What is it with tall, dark, beefy men that sent me over the edge?
I followed the waitress back to the table. Kayla, Mira and Diana all wanted one of my martini’s. I saw the waitress hold up three fingers to Chuck who laughed and started mixing away as she took the order of the men at the table.
“Candy, these are orgasmic!” Kayla took a big gulp of her martini.
Part of me wondered whether or not I should warn her about their potency. The other part of me just wanted her to go away.
“Dance with me,” Mira asked.
“Okay, let’s go.”
Looking back I saw the look of disappointment spreading across John’s face until Diana grabbed his hand, pulling him out of his seat. The music was loud on the dance floor, which was packed. It was part dancing, part groping. While I was dancing with Mira, a random girl I had not met was grinding against me and a pair of male hands came in and out of the picture groping us casually.
I began to relax when John moved in to dance behind me. While I didn’t need a bodyguard, it certainly felt nice to be sheltered by him. Clearly aroused, John pressed himself against my back.
After three songs, I began to get a little overheated. I grabbed John’s hand and we retreated to our table. I lit up a smoke and ordered another drink. Kayla was still sitting there gulping down her martinis.
“How many have you had?” I asked, growing concerned.
“Why?”
“I’d stop after three or four and switch to something lighter. Those pack quite a punch.” I lit a smoke.
“I’ve just ordered another. I’ve only had a couple. Mind your own business.”
Yep, they were kicking in. Her words were starting to slur.
“Fair enough,” I agreed.
“Ms. Kavana?” the lady in the grass skirt was behind me, tapping my shoulder.
“Yes.”
“I have a note for you.” She handed it to me and left without saying a word. I opened it.
Candy,
I’ve taken the liberty of having fruit, sushi and champagne delivered to your room. James and I are occupied tonight, so we’ll leave you to have your own fun. There is a box of party favors under your bed. Enjoy!
I would like to request brunch with you and John around ten in our suite.
Much love,
Janette
“Is everything okay?” John asked.
I handed him the note.
His eyebrows rose.
“How much fuckin’ money does that broad have?” he asked.
“A lot, clearly. What do you want to do?”
“I bet there’s enough up there for ten people.” John was joking, but he was probably close to being accurate.
“Sushi don’t keep long.”
“I don’t want Barbie and Ken up there though,” he whispered in my ear.
“Don’t worry, Barbie is about to puke. She’s had four of those martinis in just over an hour. But I have an idea.”
I grabbed Mira and Diana off the dance floor and pulled them off to the side where we could converse.
“I don’t want to be presumptuous ladies, but in my suite is fruit, sushi and champagne. Do you two think you could round up one or two good looking couples for a party in our suite? I’m new to this, so I think you may be more successful attracting playmates. You’ll probably be a lot more efficient than I am too.”
Diana looked at Mira, then back at me. “Give us a moment to talk. We’ll meet you over at the table.”
“Of course.” Making sure I didn’t linger, I turned and went straight back to the table.
“What’s up?” John asked.
“We’ll find out. Just enjoy your Jack and Coke for now.” I leaned against him and kissed his neck, sitting back up just in time to see Kayla running off to the trashcan.
“You called it,” John snickered.
I gave him a wink, trying to refrain from snickering. I’d been in her shoes, nauseous after drinks hit me too hard. A pang of guilt hit me, my warning about the potency should have come a lot sooner.
John spotted Mira making her way through the crowd, “You sent them to recruit playmates?”
“Sure, I like to work smarter, not harder. I’m much better at delegating than making new friends.” Maybe I was brilliant because to the left I saw Diana with two couples in tow, all quite attractive.
Mira smiled as she approached the table and bent down, whispering in my ear. “Let’s head up to the room where it’s more quiet. Then we can make introductions.”
Nodding, I pulled John up as I stood. The walk into the hotel, and ride up the elevator was awkward. Janette had been such a good host. I wished I could channel her now. Opening the door to our suite, it was difficult to pretend I had planned any of it at all. The furniture had been moved, an extra king sized bed had been added and placed against the one we already had. The Jacuzzi was full of hot water and running. One entire wall had been taken up by a fully stocked bar, a table with eight bottles of Cristal, and two tables displaying sushi, fresh tropical fruit, cheese and crackers, croissants, shrimp cocktail and oysters on the half shell.
John and I looked well prepared gracious hosts. Janette had done it again.
“Holy shit Diana! You didn’t tell me your friends were such good hosts.” I heard a woman’s voice stay behind me.
“They’re new friends, I didn’t know. Wow, Candy, this is awesome.”
“I’d like to taste some Candy,” another voice chimed in.
John’s laughter shook me out of my shock.
“Come on in everyone. Help yourselves to refreshments and make yourself comfortable.” I announced. How do I make this a party? What do I do?
“Are you okay?” John asked after seeing the look on my face.
“Would you grab me a glass of champagne and meet me on the balcony?” I didn’t wait for him to agree. I grabbed a fresh pack of smokes and made a beeline for the balcony.
The first cigarette was nearly finished when John got out there. I lit another.
“Candy, slow down. It’s bad enough you smoke, don’t chain smoke. Why are you so nervous?” He handed me a glass of champagne.
“I don’t know how to host a party like this. What if they think I’m lame?”
John laughed, “You are anything but lame, my love. You entertain important clients all the time. You give professional presentations to multi-million dollar clients. This is no different. Let someone else start the sex part if you’re uncomfortable initiating. Let’s get some music going and let the rest happen naturally. If nothing happens, that’s fine. It’ll be a great party with good food and I’ll bang your brains out when they leave.”
John always had a way about him that relaxed me.
“You’re right.” I was a very successful business woman and had no difficulty dealing with people at work. So, I snuffed out my cigarette, took a swig of champagne and smacked John on the ass. “Let’s party.”
“Let’s get some music going,” I said aloud as I came back into the room. “Now where is…”
“Turn the TV to channel eight, there’s party music on that channel all day and night.” Mira suggested.
After flashing her a smile, I managed to get the music going and joined the group.
Mira grabbed my hand. “Candy, these are my friends Will and Beth.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Great spread,” Will said. “I noticed you have a table full of aphrodisiacs.” Will was toned but not muscle bound and looked like maybe he was English, with brown hair and a big smile.
I hadn’t thought of it, but sushi and oysters had been known to have the power of being an aphrodisiac. Not knowing what to say, I only smiled and nodded.
“Candy, this is so nice of you. When you mentioned a party, I real
ly didn’t see this coming. You and your friend Janette both know how to entertain guests. Damn!” Mira put her arm around my waist. “Thank you so much for including us.”
“Thank you for making it an actual party. I just hope everyone has a good time. I don’t throw parties often.” My voice was so low it was nearly a whisper.
“Oh Lord don’t worry about that. You’ve provided booze, expensive and exotic food, music and a place to party. If someone doesn’t want to stick around they can go, but there’s no reason not to stay.”
“Candy, there was a note for you on the door. I didn’t see it before.” John handed it to me.
Opening it, I laughed. The people that delivered the food left lighting instructions.
I walked to the far wall and pressed a large red button. Instantly, the regular lights turned off and the floor lit up. I would have sworn it was marble, but clearly the floors were not marble. There were neon and black lights all throughout the room in the most inconspicuous of places. Even the jaccuzi tub was lit.
The room erupted in cheer.
“Damn! I want one of those buttons,” Will yelled.
The lighting, music and alcohol had the guests dancing now. Diana’s guests hadn’t been introduced yet, but seemed a bit bashful. They’d slipped into the Jacuzzi unnoticed. Since I began the path to my own sexual revolution, people had made monumental efforts to make sure I was comfortable, it was time I did that for others.
I made my over to the Jacuzzi and sat on the edge. “Hi, I’m Candy. Thanks for coming.”
“Fawn and Mark,” the woman said, “nice to meet you.”
Their glasses were sitting on the shelf behind them empty. “Can I refill your champagne glasses?”
“Thank you,” Fawn said, “that would be great.”
Back at the tables, I loaded a small plate with fruit and grabbed a bottle of champagne, taking it back to Fawn and Mark, figuring that the fruit would go well with the champagne.
“Wow, thanks Candy,” Mark said taking plate and bottle out of my hands. “Would you like to join us?”
Now we’re getting somewhere.
“Absolutely, give me about five minutes. I’ll be right back.” I made my way to John who was talking football with the other two guys.
