Chapter 52: Special Memberships

MEL

Margo’s message, relayed through Paul and then his secretary to Anne and thence to Dave, was that Margo not only wanted to play with us in the Sex Club, but also that she was beyond eager. She was panting at the opportunity to belong. That was how Dave interpreted her message of ‘Not only yes, but fuck yes’.

After Dave passed the message along to me, I called an emergency meeting of some of the females to discuss the situation: Ashley, Sarah, Anne, and Mary.

“I need your comments on a fast-moving situation: Margo Prentiss and her husband Paul would like to attend the Sex Club.”

After my silence, Sarah said, “What’s the problem as you see it?”

I said, “They’re billionaires and have a reputation to protect, or at least Paul does. They have security and bodyguards, and limo drivers, and sometimes an entourage. We’re plebeian compared to them. I’m just feeling that we’d be a failure for them in some way.”

Sarah said, “But you had a good time with them last weekend, you said. They love you and want you as friends – maybe all of us. Did all those people around them get involved in some way?”

“No. They had created a sacred, private zone for themselves within their large home. Very private. That said, I bet everybody could guess what was going on.”

Anne said, “I feel pretty sure that Paul’s secretary at work, Monica, knows some of his preferences and behaviors. She’s a big gatekeeper for him, and almost all his communications, even social, sooner or later filter through her.

“And, let me add, that Paul was a good fuck when we were on our sex cruise. He and Margo are both as horny as we are. We annexed his brother, so why not him.? I bet Warren has a bodyguard and we just aren’t aware of him.”

That comment gave me pause.

“Shall I invite them?”

Ashley said, “Yes, but tell them your concerns. They’re the ones with the entourage that they might not want around. Ask for their ideas about how to handle the situation.”

I wondered why I was panicking when that was clearly the right approach.

After I got home, I called Margo and laid out my concerns.

Margo told me to calm down. “We’re more earthy than you think. Paul and I both grew up in lower-middle class families. We’re used to what you call ‘plebeian’ meals, friends, and families. We like to think that the money hasn’t spoiled us, even though we enjoy many of the trappings that it affords us.

“As for the bodyguards, we do worry about our personal security. We’ve been told that we are ripe for kidnapping and being held for a large ransom, thus we have people to watch out for that ahead of time, as well as to keep it from actually happening. Some of those people know what goes on. Heck, we had three of them with us on the cruise. I think Warren mentioned to you that the boat could also fend off a major attack by pirates or would-be kidnappers. That thing has almost more firepower than a U.S. Navy boat carrying the president.

“Those guards watched us all fucking the bejesus out of each other, and they are programmed to say nothing. As for our maids, valets, butlers, and limo drivers, I’d say a few of them think they’ve figured out one thing or another, but none are really sure.

“Paul and I have talked about how to frustrate those suppositions.”

I asked, “And Monica, his secretary?”

Margo laughed. “She’d be our first recommendation as a Sex Club member once we got in. She and Paul travel together, and always get adjoining rooms. They always make sure to fuck in both beds and mess up the two rooms. They’re great fuck buddies.”

“Okay,” I said, “that brings me to the last question. What do we do about your security?”

Margo said in an eager tone, “Paul and I talked about this last night. Would your little ‘club’ be willing to conduct their evenings at our home here in Bay Harbor Estates, at least until we can come up with a better solution?”

“But the staff...?”

She interrupted, “Paul said to me, ‘We’ll make them an offer they can’t refuse’. I guess he can sound dangerous when he wants.”

“Okay, let me run that by the troops.”

The troops, when I talked to them the next day couldn’t wait to make the longer sojourn to the Prentiss mansion. I let Margo know that we’d be there with our portable picnic at six p.m. on Saturday. I also invited her to the Saturday Morning Coffee Club.

Margo responded, “Don’t bring anything. We’ll provide EVERYTHING – hors d’oeuvres, drinks, dinner, dessert, and all you can think of. It’s already in progress.”

Margo joined us on the patio at Starbucks on Saturday morning. I made sure to be there early, in case she was. Actually, one of her ‘advance’ bodyguards was there before I was, casing out the whole area.

The bodyguard was a casually-dressed woman in her mid-thirties, that at a closer examination had more muscles than Rambo, a small arsenal on her person, could probably kill with her hands, and was unobtrusive looking. She didn’t stand out or deserve a second look.

My first meeting was when she came over to me and asked, “Are you Mel?”

I said, “Yes, may I help you?”

“I’m Kate. Margo’s security ... or rather part of it. I’m just checking things out before she gets here. I was also on the cruise that you were on.