As Nicholas talks and I nod and confirm whatever it is that he says, I turn my body slightly toward him and part my legs. The corset digs into my thighs but it also forces me to sit up straight and makes my breasts look fucking epic.
Danika Montezuma, the brunette, hangs on every word that Nicholas says while touching her face and lips. When he makes a joke, her skin flushes and she laughs nervously.
Suddenly, a pang of jealousy rushes through me like a bolt of lightning.
I am not Nicholas’ girlfriend.
The only reason I’m here is to pretend to be his wife.
But this is not a place where regular rules of society apply. The whole point of this place is to break all rules of engagement.
Everyone here is either a couple or a single woman looking to get with someone else.
Some are into finding a third, some are into a full blown orgy.
So, if Danika wants Nicholas, there is nothing really that I can do to stop her from having him. Right?
I don’t know.
I’ve never been anywhere like this.
So far it feels like a bar or a nightclub just with more scantily clad people. But the fact that if you like someone all you have to do is go to another room, makes it quite unlike any other nightclub I’ve ever been to.
“Meredith, right?” a beautiful man with messy cool blond hair says, putting his hand on my knee.
My cheeks flush and I flash him a quick smile.
“Yes,” I confirm. “What’s your name again?”
“Jack Gilbert,” he says, running his fingers up my thigh.
He lets his hand linger there, probably waiting for me to draw the line between what’s okay and what’s not.
But my eyes drift over to Nicholas and I see Danika’s breasts brushing up to his arm.
He touches his jaw, and then reaches over to lift her chin.
I purse my lips, clenching my teeth.
Danika isn’t the mark, and neither is Jack.
Why are we here wasting our time with them?
Why is he subjecting me to this?
Of course, the truth is that at this moment, I couldn’t care less about the con. I’m again in the dark about most of it, expected to just play a part as his sidekick.
But watching him flirting with another woman, touching her…my jealousy tightens all of the muscles in my body.
My stomach hardens and my breaths become faster and coarser, getting lodged somewhere in the back of my throat on their way in and out.
Immediately my mind plays a game of comparison with my rival. I’m at least twenty pounds heavier. My thighs are much bigger. My hair isn’t as shiny. My eyes aren’t as beautiful.
But then she leans over to me and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. Jack runs his hand on the inside of my thigh.
My eyes dart to Nicholas as I search his face not so much for help but for an explanation.
Instead of providing one, he just leans over and kisses my neck.
“Stay with it,” he whispers.
I inhale loudly and lean back against the couch.
When Danika reaches for Jack, he brings his hands up to her face and kisses her.
They kiss each other by leaning across me.
For a moment, I lose myself in the way Jack’s toned body tenses and relaxes with each breath and then it occurs to me that it’s okay to touch.
I reach over to him and press my fingertips to his skin.
He moans and I let them move down his body watching his mouth move around hers.
A quick jerk snaps me out of my trance.
It’s Nicholas standing in front of me and pulling me up from the couch. Danika and Jack part long enough for me to get up before falling back into each other’s arms.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“We need to go somewhere else.”
I follow him but reading the expression on his face, I can tell that this isn’t planned.
No, it’s not like something is happening or we are about to be found out.
It’s something else altogether.
His movements are quick as if he is fueled by anger rather than a strong sense of purpose.
Then it hits me.
I stop in the hallway, pulling my hand away from his. “Are you jealous?” I ask.
9
When I see her…
“No, I’m not jealous,” he snaps back at me. I smile. He’s a good liar but not that good.
“Why are you smiling?”
I shrug. “Just find it funny.”
“There is nothing funny about this,” he says.
He leads me down a few stairs to another room. There are couples having drinks at the far end, but he pulls me into a semi-private booth near the entrance.
“I can’t sit here,” I say.
“You have to,” he says. “I want to talk.”
“I can’t sit here because if I continue to wear this corset for another minute, I’m going to pass out.”
As much as I love the way my waist looks in this thing (this is the first time in a long time that I haven’t felt self-conscious about my midsection), sitting in it is nearly impossible.
“Let me take it off,” he offers.
He spins me around toward the group of four who were clothed only a few minutes ago and are now almost entirely nude.
As he unfastens one clasp at a time, I watch as the women kiss while the men open them wide and bury their heads in between their thighs.
My hands get sweaty and I twist my moon ring around my thumb in a circular motion.
When Nicholas frees me of my binding, he stands behind me and pushes the hair off my shoulder.
Watching the man unclasping the woman’s bra, exposing her breasts while Nicholas leans over and nibbles on my earlobe, my body aches with the need to be touched.
“Tell me to stop,” Nicholas whispers, pressing his mouth on my neck.
I throw my head back and expose my skin to his lips.
One of his hands makes its way down and cups one of my butt cheeks. My legs open wide on their own accord, welcoming him further. But instead, he tugs at my thong, pulling it up higher before letting it fall back in its natural position. The fire that started building deep within my core feels like it’s going to explode any minute.
My hands search around behind me for something to hold onto.
It doesn’t take long for me to find his throbbing dick and wrap my fingers around it. This is the first time I’ve touched it, and the size of it is quite impressive. I flip around to face him and reach down to unzip him.
While I fumble around with the top button of his pants, he pulls me closer and presses his mouth to mine.
When our lips touch, our tongues immediately intertwine and I press my body as close to him as possible. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.
I am no longer acting.
I am just using this as an excuse to do what I want.
My tongue searches for his and I bury my fingers in his hair.
He picks me up, spreads my legs, and wraps them tightly around his waist. His hands grab onto my butt cheeks and I feel his hard, throbbing dick pressing into my pelvic bone.
I want to rip off our clothes and push him deep inside of me.
I want to ride him and I want him to take me from behind, but all of those moves would require us to first separate and disentangle our bodies for just a moment, and that’s completely impossible.
Still holding me tightly around him, pressing his mouth onto mine, Nicholas sits down.
He pulls his head away for a moment to kiss my neck again.
I open my eyes and watch as the woman across the room climbs on top of the man who has been going down on her.
Watching her take him inside of her and feeling Nicholas’ body underneath mine pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
A group of three people comes into the room, already with their hands all over each other’s bodies.
The woman pa
ws at the two men who position her in between them. She unbuckles one of the guy’s pants and pulls him closer to her. When the other guy is taking his time behind her, she reaches back and inserts him inside.
My mouth waters watching her take what she wants from them.
She kisses the guy in front of her, first on the mouth then down his hard body. They crowd around her and that’s exactly what she wants.
The one behind her slaps her butt just as the one in the front grabs at her exposed breasts.
Jealous of the attention that I’m giving them, Nicholas tugs at my bra strap and pulls it down my arm.
My breast falls bare before him and he takes it into his mouth.
Finally, I look away from the threesome, tilting my head back consumed by my own pleasure.
When I look up again the girl is in the same position except that she’s now facing me.
She looks familiar. I narrow my eyes to get a better look. It can’t be her, can it?
“Sydney?” I whisper.
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When she sees me…
It takes Sydney a moment to process what she heard. I see her lift her head and look in my direction.
Her mouth falls open and she gets an incredulous stare in her eyes. The guy with his back toward me tries to pull her closer and that’s what snaps her out of her daze.
“Olive?” she asks, getting up to her feet.
She doesn’t rush but she does get dressed quickly. She grabs the silk robe from behind the sofa and cinches it tightly around her waist.
I climb off Nicholas’ lap and take a few steps in her direction.
When she opens her arms, I reciprocate with a warm hug.
“What are you doing here?” she whispers into my ear.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
Nicholas shakes hands with her two partners. It is only after we all take a seat around the table that I realize that one of them is James.
My eyes widen but I force myself to keep my surprise to myself.
A waitress comes around, hands each of us a menu of light refreshments.
The men quickly order a round of drinks while Sydney and I remain locked in our stare.
“C’mon,” she says, tapping her fingers on my hand. “I have to go to the bathroom, why don’t you come with me?”
I let out a sigh of relief.
Nicholas moves to let me out of the booth.
“You can’t tell her anything about our job here,” he whispers into my ear.
“I won’t,” I promise.
“You want a robe?” Sydney asks, stopping at the table right by the stairs, pointing to the collection of neatly folded silk robes in both men’s and women’s styles and a variety of sizes.
Not having noticed them before, I’m thankful to have something to cover up my bare bum.
Instead of going to the ladies’ room, Sydney leads me upstairs and out onto the wrap-around porch. There are a few people there, standing with drinks in their hands, so we take the path that goes into the garden for even more privacy.
“What the hell are you doing here?” We ask each other almost simultaneously and then break out in a gaggle of giggles.
We stare at each other and wonder who will be the first one to go.
“Have you ever been anywhere like this before?” I ask.
“Yes,” Sydney caves. “A few times, in Boston.”
“Really?” I gasp.
I sound like I’m judging her but I’m not.
I’m just surprised. We have been friends for a long time and she has never said a word.
“I went to this club once that Tommy and Elise organized back in my freshman year. It was just in their apartment but basically you came with your boyfriend or alone and did anything you wanted with anyone you wanted,” Sydney says.
“Tommy and Elise hosted sex parties?” I ask.
They met each other during orientation, a few days before the first day of classes, and have been inseparable ever since. They have two kids now and live in Connecticut.
“Some of the best ones.” Sydney laughs. “They still do.”
“Now?”
“They had this amazing one a month after they got back from their honeymoon when they closed on their house. It was pretty epic.”
My mouth opens and I press my hand to my lips.
“Why haven’t you ever told me this before?” I ask.
She shrugs. “You just never brought it up. And you were like the only person at Wellesley who didn’t know about Tommy and Elise. They’ve slept with nearly everyone in our graduating class.”
I shake my head and start to laugh.
“But I’m sorry that I didn’t say anything. I should’ve told you. But I told my ex and he was not very happy.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, tilting my head toward hers.
“One day, I sort of brought it up. Said how sexy I thought it was to watch other people have sex…you know, in porn…and I mentioned that I know about this one party. But he totally freaked out.”
I give her a brief nod. Her ex was traditional and closed off and spent ninety percent of their time together belittling her and the rest pining for her.
“I kept a lot of things away from him, as you know, so this ended up just being another thing I put into a little box under lock and key,” Sydney says.
“Your sexuality?”
“Yeah.” She shrugs. “I just rationalized it as I didn’t need the parties. I could get what I needed from him. But that wasn’t true.”
“So, what happened after you broke it off?”
“The first thing I did was call Tommy and Elise.” She laughs. “You remember that weekend trip I took to Vermont to pick apples and get some time to myself?”
I nod.
“Well, I went to Connecticut instead and went down on three guys while their girlfriends ate me out.” She laughs. “Plus some.”
“I was really concerned about you,” I say, starting to laugh, too. “You were so fucking depressed. I wanted to go with you, but you wouldn’t let me.”
“Now, I wish you had,” Sydney says, running her hand down the length of my arm.
“So…how did you end up here?” I ask, pulling my arm away from her.
“When I met James, I decided to be honest. I really connected and I didn’t want to start out another relationship with this secret. So, I just came out and told him. And he was super into it!”
“Really?” I ask.
“Yeah, I was shocked, too. I mean, I thought he would get mad or just at least push me away. But he was really into going. He has never been but it sure didn’t feel like it when we were in there.”
“That’s awesome,” I say. “I’m really happy for you, Sydney.”
She crosses her arms and looks at me. When I don’t respond, she sticks her chin out and waits.
“What?” I ask, shrugging my shoulders pretending to be as innocent as possible.
“Your turn.”
“What do you mean?” I look down at my hands and twist the ring around my thumb in a clockwise manner.
“Why the hell are you here? What’s the story? I need all the details!”
11
When I tell her part of the truth…
I bite the inside of my cheek. Glancing back at the porch I try to imagine what Nicholas would want me to say. I can’t tell her about the con. I don’t even know much about it but that part of the story must remain a secret.
“What’s with the ten thousand yard stare?” she asks, grabbing my hand.
I look down at my shoes. With the weight of my body concentrating at the balls of my feet and my heels, pain starts to shoot up my legs. I shift from one foot to another, but it does very little to alleviate the agony.
“Olive, c’mon, you can tell me.”
“Why didn’t you pick me up from the airport?” I ask, buying myself more time to think. “You were supposed to get me.”
“I know, but Nicholas asked me for a favor.
You came all the way back here. I thought that you’d want to see him as well.”
I rub the back of my neck and look down at the ground.
“What happened? Did he force you to come here?”
There’s a real look of concern on her face.
“No, no, it’s nothing like that,” I say. “You’re right, I…was interested. Am interested.”
She nods.
“Can we sit down somewhere? I have to take these shoes off. My feet are killing me.”
We look around the garden for a bench or a rock to sit on but it is all lush bushes and wild tropical flowers. There’s a dew over the grass so it would make everything wet were we to sit down. Sydney tries to usher me back to the porch but I can’t manage to take another step. Kneeling over, I slip off the heels and carefully place my bruised feet onto the cool wet lawn.
“Ahhh,” I moan from pleasure. “Now, this is what I’m talking about.”
Sydney follows my lead.
Neither of us says anything for a while and then she kicks at me with her bare foot.
She wants to hear the story and I have no choice but to tell her.
Not knowing exactly where to start, I start at the beginning.
I tell her about Nicholas surprising me at the airport and the way I felt when our hands happened to touch on the drive down.
I skirt over the forbidden details (how I helped him steal the diamond bracelet to get it back to his client). Instead, I bare my soul about the chemistry that I feel burning between us.
“So, how did you end up here?” she asks.
Ah, the sixty-four thousand dollar question. We’re here for a job, playing a married couple who likes to experiment in the bedroom.
“He invited me here. It’s part of the game…to make me really want him.”
“Oh, really?” Sydney raises her eyebrows in excitement.
“Well, you know how he made that promise to me? That he wouldn’t have sex with me unless I begged him?”
Her eyes twinkle as she nods.
“Bringing me here is part of that.”
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