Chapter 34: A Pipe Bomb And Pam’s Shock In Vegas

Mark

The day after Melanie’s meetings with the executives, I met with the troika that ran our Orange County manufacturing plant. Melanie met with her counterparts who had helped her collect data and ideas on the place, and then with a small team of implementers in one part of the business. She took a dozen of them to lunch at a nice restaurant; again, this was her idea, not mine. We were through by two o’clock. We bid everyone goodbye and headed to the airport to connect with my Cessna Citation jet for the trip home.

We got home to my condo about eight o’clock. Cindy and KC had waited dinner on us, so the four of us immediately headed back to the limousine and drove to our favorite steakhouse. Sheila had gone back to her own condo for the night to do some personal finances and personal spiritual practices.

Melanie and I had worked on the plane, so had put in a long day. We were ready to play by the time dinner ended, and fortunately KC and Cindy were too. Soon, Melanie had everyone horny telling them in detail about our sexual exploits while in California. Of course, I was the beneficiary of their lust, so I encouraged the storytelling and questions.

I had a long phone call from Elsa while we were on the plane. As far as her business reason for being on her Las Vegas trip, they were making progress with the city planning department and the code enforcement division. They’d met with them for six hours on Monday, and another six on Tuesday, and she and Sean only felt they were partway through the list of issues and objections to approving the large condominium. Elsa thought they would be there for all of Wednesday and Thursday, and hoped to wrap up on Friday, and then catch a flight home. Elsa had more patience with local government departments than I did.

Elsa told me about a new reason for being in Las Vegas – the education of Sean Ware, her architect colleague, who she described as naïve as a ten year old, but malleable. She had me laughing with her antics at the Wet Pussy Lounge, and then how she’d given Sean a World Class Lap Dance back in his room, and then taught him to clean up his own sexual messes.

She and Sean had done some real work on Monday night, and then gone to an adult book and toy store. She described how Sean had been like a kid in a candy store with a fifty-dollar bill once he got the layout of the store and understood the various product lines. This was entirely new to him – even beyond his imagination.

Elsa helped Sean pick out six DVDs for him to take home to his wife Pam, in order to try to ‘pop’ her out of her naïve and relationship-sleepy malaise they’d fallen into. Sean already understood the agenda for what had to happen to spice up his marriage, but Pam remained an innocent up to that point not even knowing what her husband had planned for her, let alone his new best friend – Elsa.

The DVDs covered a number of subjects. The first was a pretty straight-forward DVD about a guy and gal who meet and then have a series of increasingly intimate dates until the male lead had taken every liberty with the pretty starlet. The video was rated as ‘Women’s Porn, ‘ so Elsa thought it might be a good starter film.

The other four films explored various fantasies from a predominantly male viewpoint, but a female watching them would be turned on as well. In the first, a romantic threesome between the girl and two hunky men evolved into a long romantic sexual encounter where she was shared back and forth between the two handsome and muscular men.

In another video, the girl invites a small gangbang with a half-dozen of her husband’s friends as he watches. In some ways it was a female dominatrix film, but in others a cuckold video. Another DVD dealt purely with female-female sapphic relations and emphasized how beautiful they could be. The last video as an orgy of about six couples inducting a new couple into their midst.

I suggested to Elsa that we’d done all of those things in our little group of friends, and she laughed and promised many more times as well. I loved the way my girlfriend thought.

Elsa said that she’d had Sean phone Pam and insist that she come to Vegas on Wednesday. That would give the couple at least two nights in Vegas. Pam could lay out in the sun or shop or a million other things during the day while Elsa and he met with the city officials.

Elsa had seen pictures of Pam, and told me she was sexually interested in the naïve young wife, who was near her age. She was playing by the rules in the adage: ‘What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.’ She was hoping for another new fuck buddy and his wife out of the deal. If things worked out, she might stay over with them for the start of the weekend.

I wished Elsa luck in her pursuit of her new friends. After I hung up, I went and snuggled with Cindy as she watched the late news. I thought again how unusual the whole situation was from what society deemed as appropriate behavior. We were all having fun, but outside the boundaries of what ‘normal’ people talked about. I wondered for a moment if there was anyone who was actually normal. How many other men wished ‘one’ of their girlfriend-wives luck in seducing another couple, and then go off and fuck her sister and two other women.

The next morning when Cindy, Melanie, KC, and I got up, we found a bit of a surprise in our living room – an armed encampment.

Lucas was there with a very serious look on his face.

I asked, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“We received a credible threat that your life is in danger. We’re just making sure we do our job of protecting you and the girls.”

“Explain.”

“When we went to check-out the limousine this morning, we found a pipe bomb under the rear bumper next to the gas tank. We went through the security tapes but they show nothing happened in the garage last night. We’re going back over other security tapes now – from the headquarters building and what we can find from the restaurant last night.”

“What are the plans as a result?”

“We’re tripling up the guards as of right now. No one goes in a car that we haven’t checked out or that we don’t trust. We’ve been through all the cars in the garage, and they’re OK. We have agents to drive everybody where they need to go.

“We’ve already been through the building where Cindy works, and that was clean. Our dogs are at the gallery where you work, KC. We plan to drive you to work in my car. It’s not bulletproof, but we’re trusting that people don’t know the car. We’ll have you back in the limo for the ride home after we finish going over the rest of the car.”

“What about Brita, Sheila, and Elsa?”

“I talked to Brita’s head of security. He’s taking steps about her protective detail. Sheila is on her way to the office right now. Elsa is with Jana in Las Vegas. They’re all asleep, but will find the detail tripled up when they awaken. We didn’t want to create a ruckus by charging into the Vegas city hall, so we’re just monitoring things there. Our guess is that this is a local threat, but we’ll know more once the police finish their forensics work on the pipe bomb.”

“I want a moment by moment update as you find out new details.”

“Of course, sir.”

Elsa

Jana knocked on my door about seven a.m. I opened it and stood there in my birthday suit. I wasn’t quite awake. “What’s up?”

“There’s been a problem at home.” Jana filled me in on what she knew about the threat, which boiled down to finding a pipe bomb under the rear of Mark’s limousine – the car we routinely rode in and the car that was to have picked me up at the airport when I got home. She explained about the extra security, and we talked about how to honor my security and yet remain unobtrusive to the people at city hall.

I met Sean at eight-fifteen for breakfast, and then Jana joined us and we took a taxi to city hall. Another car followed us. We spent the morning with the city engineering staff going over the plans for the condominium, and walking them through our approach to the structural calculations on part of the building and every safety feature in the place once it was built. We had to stop at noon, as they had other meetings, but we agreed to start the next day at nine a.m. with them again. Sean and I were free for the rest of the day.

Well, we weren’t quite free. Sean had talked to Pam, his wife, into taking the rest of the week off work and joining us in Las Vegas. She arrived at one o’clock that afternoon.

Sean had become a zealous convert to my recommendations to overhaul his marriage. I got a little worried that I’d oversold the idea of getting out of their shell, losing their naiveté, becoming more sexual, and approaching life and their relationship in a bold way. He wanted my help to turn his wife around to his new point of view, make her more street smart and savvy, and to help loosen her up sexually. Sean had the unrealistic expectation that I could do all of that before the end of the day. I kept telling him that I was not superwoman.