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.

Just then, Ashley and Sarah arrived. Kate addressed them by name before they had even said hello. They got their coffees. As they did, Kate talked into her phone and said, “Swift passage.” She grinned at me and then walked away into the parking lot and disappeared among the many cars there.

Sixty seconds later, Margo walked out of Starbucks carrying her latte. She had a big smile as she sat beside me. She said, “Thanks for your tolerance about this security shit.” Ashley and Sarah were right behind her as some of the others arrived.

I did have the feeling that if one of us made a false move, they’d end up full of holes. I pushed that thought away, and we started our usual banter, that in this case, was partly a load of questions for Margo about dinner, bringing something to share, and so on.

DAVE

Paul had ‘suggested’ that I upgrade my car, and get a company car that was part of my compensation package. So far, I’d resisted since I had a perfectly good sedan that I’d been driving for six years. Paul asked me what I liked about my car, and I told him. That was the end of that, for a short while – until Mel and I spent that evening with Paul and Margo in their private apartment.

Anne came into my office less than a week later and told me that there was a gentlemen downstairs that needed to see me about my car. I couldn’t imagine what this was about, but I took the elevator down to reception and met Donnie from the Mercedes dealership in town. He had a car for me to look at. I accompanied him outside where he had a high-end SUV sitting for my inspection. It took him fifteen minutes for him to recount all the bells-and-whistles on the sparkling new vehicle, and to show me why this was a vastly superior car to what I had.

I knew I couldn’t say no when I saw my last name on the license plate. The car was already registered in my name – Janson1 was the plate.

Donnie accompanied me to my car in the nearby lot. He helped me carry back an armload of personal stuff I had in that car. We put it in the new car and I handed him the keys. He said he’d stop by for the title the next day. I had just been upgraded to a car worth about $300,000.

My new car could easily hold five people. Thus, Saturday, we carpooled with the Dustins and Cindy to Bay Harbor Estates and the Prentiss home. A valet met us at the front steps to the place and handled the car from there. He informed us that we were the first to arrive of the expected group.

Paul and Margo were similarly dressed in shorts and sport clothes, as we’d been told to dress. Right behind us came Ken and Ashley with Trish and Wendy as their passengers.

The others arrived in rapid fire after that: Brad and Lisa; Neal and Mandy; Ron, Bridget, Ross, and Evan; Carl and Anne; Bob and Mary; Patti, Grace and Mike; and George and Jeannie. As we congregated just inside the august front door, Renata from our cruise appeared with a happy smile to be rejoining some of us again.

Paul and Margo, of course, were in the thick of meeting, greeting, and introducing themselves to those in the Sex Club that they hadn’t met. Warren also appeared to have arrived early and was also playing as one of the super-congenial hosts. A waitress in a very short skirt with CFM heels and great legs took drink orders and soon we all had our beverage in our hands. There were fourteen men I and fifteen women, including our hosts.

Renata sought me out and we shared a very passionate kiss. She whispered, “I hope we get a chance to reconnect tonight. I have strong feelings for you. I begged to come to this party tonight because I knew you’d be here.”

“I never asked, but where do you live? Do you live here?”

She grinned, “I live on the Prentiss Seas – the big yacht. The captain and I are the only permanent staff, and before you ask, there is nothing going on between us. He’s gay and has a steady partner in the city someplace.”

I accepted that and also latched onto the excited young lady and promised after a kiss that we would definitely be together. I explained that I thought I should be available to be Margo’s first partner of the night, if that was her choice. Renata understood that priority since she was also part of the ‘hired help’. We went together to greet Paul and Margo more attentively since everyone had arrived.

Margo had latched onto Dan Ferguson as her escort of the moment. He gave me a desperate look that betrayed his panic at being with the BIG BOSS’ wife. When I got close enough to him, I whispered for him to fuck her brains out. When he realized that I was serious, he seemed to relax slightly. He also got all googly-eyes about Renata when I did introductions.

One of the sexy waitresses handed me a white wine over ice – my drink of choice. The next I knew some service staff swept into the crowd of us with large plates of savory hors d’oeuvres – crab stuffed mushrooms, scallops wrapped in bacon, celery sticks with lobster meat, and a few other delicacies. I tried one of each, and they were all melt in your mouth treats and the best I’d ever had as hors d’oeuvres.

We all chatted as Paul and Margo circulated along with Warren to be sure they’d met and talked to each of the people, especially the ones they hadn’t met before.