Chapter 40: Add One Male

DAVE

I referred to the men in the Sex Club as my best friends. Except for some acquaintances through work, they really were my closest friends. I felt I could talk to any of them about anything.

Nonetheless I was surprised when Brad asked me to be his best man when he married Lisa. I accepted. The other men in our group, all of them, were going to be groomsmen, just the way Lisa had asked Mel to be her matron of honor, and the other women to be her bridesmaids.

Brad joked about having more people up by the altar than in the audience watching. They invited two-hundred people, many from their northern home towns, and then they got into a huge number of relatives on both sides.

The couple were living together and had already outfitted their condo with whatever appliances they needed, they were both well off financially, so that left many guests wondering what to get them as a wedding gift.

The two of them solved the gift dilemma for their friends by adding a small card in the wedding invitation suggesting that in lieu of gifts that a contribution to a Woman’s Resource Center would be appreciated; contact details were provided. I applauded their thoughtfulness.

A key feature of the wedding was that Brad and Lisa had decided to have a ‘Destination Wedding’. The chose St. Croix, and assured those of in the Sex Club that we’d have a ball. They also decided to do a New Year’s Eve wedding. For those that decided not to travel, they promised another party or ‘reception’ soon after they returned.

Even though we had over two months to go, Mel and I made arrangements with her parents to come for a week to babysit. I was surprised that they were so enthralled with the idea.

I was churning away at work one day, running all the numbers of the stocks in the Prentiss Portfolio and the next twenty-five I thought might be credible additions. I felt proud of what I’d done.

Anne came in and said, “You have a visitor – nice guy and kind of cute. Dan Ferguson. He said he used to work with you at Dane Cooper. He wants to buy you lunch, and consequently, I think he wants to hit you up for a job.” She grinned at me.

“Why don’t you fetch him and bring him in here. He has a great eye for pretty women. Beware.” We laughed.

Anne disappeared and minute later escorted Dan towards my office. She was walking ahead of him with an extra sway to her hips. He’d gotten the message and had his radar locked on my gorgeous assistant’s ass. Dan had also been known as Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome, by some of the AAs at Dane. Anne’s flirting indicated that she liked the man a lot.

We shook hands and back slapped. He’d been one of my buddies at DC, and I should have been keeping up with him.

He checked to be sure that Anne had left the area. “Damn, I should have known that you’d surround yourself with some of the prettiest women in the state.”

I shrugged. “Life’s a bitch and then you die. How’re you? How’re things at DC?”

He shrugged. “Not as good as when you were there. The boss is riding us a little hard, and he’s also not letting us explore the range of investments that you had us doing. As a result, all the growth in various portfolios that we’d projected only came in at around two percent. I kept track of what I could have done, just on my own recommendations, and I’ve been running around fifty percent.”

“Nice,” I nodded. “So, I take it that you’re ready to jump ship?”

“Yes. I’d like to work for you.” He opened a thin portfolio he was carrying and presented me four pages – a cover letter and his CV.

I told him, “I’m working on a small base, relatively, and a percentage of anything I earn for the Prentiss family.”

“That’d work for me, too,” Dan said. “I’m not picky. I’m not married and live modestly, so I’m just building up my net worth with most of my salary at DC.”

I knew what Dan was capable of and what he’d been making at DC when I left. I offered him that plus $20,000, on the spot. He accepted. We shook hands.

“See Anne. She’ll handle the paperwork, and don’t you handle her.” I chuckled, and added, “Well, not immediately, anyway.”

Dan filled me in on a few other changes at DC, and then we talked about a few investments that were on his list that got dismissed. We also talked about a start date in two weeks.

Anne showed up at the door and said, “Want me to get all the paperwork done for Dan so he can hit the ground running when he starts?”

I nodded and motioned for Dan to go with her. He jumped up with a grin from ear to ear, and followed Anne to her desk where she had him sit beside her. She already had the right tax forms and all that ready for him to fill out. She always amazed me.

MEL

I wore my cute little fireman suit that I’d been given in Panama Beach for Halloween. I wore a blouse with it when the kids were around, but then for our Saturday party, it was just the suspenders up top.

We were at Sarah and Jim’s home for the party, and there were other very risqué costumes on the females. The males were kind of boring, in my opinion. We had four cowboys among the nine men, and they all looked pretty much alike. Dave was one, and he didn’t even have western boots.

Besides my own outfit, Bridget showed up in a cat suit with thigh-high black boots. A little head band gave her cat ears. The latex suit itself left little to the imagination about what her body looked like, and the cleavage was spectacular with a dive right to her navel.

During the dinner, Jimi or Sarah would cover the door for the trick or treaters. A tradition in the neighborhood was that after seven p.m., the adults only would be out for ‘adult’ treats, such as cans or bottles of unusual craft beer, a joint, or other interesting treats.

Bridget and I took over door duty after seven, and left some of the men nearly passed out on the lawn with the sex on display. We even toyed with my suspenders until part of my areolas showed beside the material. That was an eye-catcher for the men.

Visitors stopped at eight p.m., and Dave and Ken took a walk around outside to be sure that nobody else was circulating. Jim and Sarah turned off the inviting outside lights, and we hunkered down on their back patio to being our own ‘adult’ party.

Saturday morning, I’d ‘confessed’ to the females in our Girls’ Coffee Club about my previous Saturday gangbang orgy outside Tallahassee. At first, I glossed over the details and just said that I’d been in an orgy gangbang with about thirty men.

Oh, no. They wanted details and pressed me until I realized that I’d never get to leave until I gave something other than the Reader’s Digest version. DETAILS??? Ashley probed, “So, you did a striptease dance? How far did you go?”

I answered, “Well, all the way naked, except for my come-fuck-me shoes. They really liked me, perhaps because it was my first strip in public ever.”

Some of the girls rolled their eyes. Sarah said, “They liked you because you’re the most fuckable woman on the planet with boobs out to here, and two-hundred men got to see your fucking hot body, tits, and pussy.”

Mandy said, “I wish I had the courage to do that. You’re the best, but what happened after that?”

I explained, “I got back in my fireman costume and sold more DVDs. I sold a lot of them then. We sold out of two of the four.”

“And then?” Anne prodded.

“Well, there were two bachelor parties there. The guys really wanted me to stay around and party with the other girls that worked in the lounge. They offered up $1,000 to each girl that stayed, and I kind of knew that implied some sex. You know me, I’m always horny and that sounded good. I just didn’t realize how intense it would be. Larry the owner of the place kind of warned me, and so did Trixie, a girl that worked there and became my sidekick all evening.”

“So?” Bridget pushed.

“So, at midnight Larry closed the club except for the bachelor parties. We all went upstairs where there were these comfortable seating areas, and ... well, all the girls kind of lost their clothes, and the guys did, too, and then we started to fuck like crazy. There was so much swapping around, I lost track. I think every guy got to fuck each of the six girls, or vice versa.

“I’d met the grooms when I did my strip and a few lap dances, and upstairs I paid special attention to them – Luke and Gord. Luke was a hunk, and wants to stay in touch. We fucked twice. He learned a little about our open relationship from me and wants me to talk his soon-to-be wife into something like that.”

“When’s the wedding?” Cindy asked.

I grinned, “Today, I think. They’re at some country club near their homes.”

“Invite them down and we’ll give them a weekend they’ll remember for the rest of time.”

“I might. I think he should make contact first. I gave him my contact info, and he knows my real name. Everyone else was calling me Dixie.”

Amanda said, “So, tell us about the actually fucking part of the evening.”

I did. They were actually jealous that they hadn’t been there, and a few asked whether they could come with me if I went on more publicity trips.

Lisa asked, “And Dave is cool about what you did?” Just the way she asked the question, I could tell that she was worried that he would have blown a gasket about what I’d done.

Hell. Fundamentally, I’d gone full-bore whore. I’d not only made $268 dancing, from the money that got thrown onto the stage or tucked into my costume when I was wearing one, but I’d made over $2,000 for my three-hours of work fucking merrily away in the VIP lounge with the two bachelor parties. Those guys were high rollers.

I said, “He appears to be. He laughed and then he hugged me. I did get tested just in case of some spill over or something, but I got the results yesterday and I was clean. Also, to be sure, I took a morning after pill.”

DAVE

By the middle of November, Dan Ferguson had been working with me for two weeks. That had apparently been long enough for our secretary to decide that she wanted a piece of him.

Anne came to me. “Does Prentiss Enterprises have any rules about employees dating each other?”

I shook my head. “Not to my knowledge. If they did, you and I would be in deep trouble, what with our weekend dalliances and all.”