Chapter 24: New York Lifestyle

The sleek Cessna Citation’s tires squeaked slightly as they gently touched the concrete of the seven thousand feet of runway one. The runway was a hundred-fifty feet wide; much wider than the fifty-foot width of the paved runway at Circle Airport. She’d had to compensate for the difference in sight picture so she didn’t slam into the ground.

Alice was known at Signature Air where she parked in a space indicated by one of the linemen. The novelty of a single woman piloting a corporate jet had worn off for those at the reliever airport for Manhattan.

Two hours later Alice completed the registration at the downtown Marriott for the Technology CFO Conference. Many others were around her, mostly men. In fact, the only women she saw were doing clerical jobs of checking in other attendees. She relished the equality ethos of the Circle at that moment.

She meandered down a level to the coffee shop and got herself a cup of coffee. On the mornings she flew she knew better than to tank up with any liquid that would result in discomfort until she could get the jet back on the ground. Since she was near a restroom she could indulge again.

Alice opened her laptop and did a quick review of her presentation. She would be the first presenter after the luncheon keynote the next day, so she had lots of time to think about her delivery. This wasn’t her first rodeo on stage, so she wasn’t all that nervous.

A further check into her laptop and she had reviewed about thirty email messages, most from some of the department heads at EneRG requesting more money and staff to fuel the rapid growth of the company. EneRG was still expanding since there still seemed to be unlimited demand for the various batteries they were making. ‘Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your door’ was the old adage.

Alice wrote a quick email to Wendy Hayden informing her that she was in town and still hoping to stay with her. She figured she’d get to Wendy and Ron’s Park Avenue condo sometime around six p.m. She offered to buy dinner at their choice of restaurant.

The afternoon sessions were dry and mostly dealt with some of the changing laws and rules affecting public companies, their filing of information, and also human resource privacy laws. Alice didn’t sit in any session completely, only attending to get a drift of the talk and then moving over to one of the parallel sessions. The conference was being recorded and a thumb drive given to each registrant at the end, so she’d have the complete conference to listen to or share when she got home.

Ron welcomed Alice with hugs and several kisses on the lips. Alice teased, “If we have enough time before dinner, I’d love to get welcomed to the Big Apple sexually.”

Ron laughed. “Later, doll. I’m decompressing after work and Wendy should be hear any moment. She’s really looking forward to seeing you and this visit. I guarantee that we’ll accommodate you later.”

Alice gestured to her suitcase. “Can I freshen up someplace?”

Ron led her to their guest bedroom, “This is yours for the week including the ensuite, but we both hope you’ll spend some time in our bed.”

Alice grinned, “You can count on it. I want to take you both to dinner tonight. I assume you have a favorite restaurant nearby?”

Just then the pair heard Wendy calling out from the living room. Alice left her bag and went to greet her friend. After a second round of welcomes and thank you, some freshening up by everyone, they all went out to dinner at a small French restaurant only a short walk from the apartment. Ron and Wendy were well known by the restaurant staff, so they got a table of honor and shared a superb meal.

Afterwards, they walked back to their building with both women holding onto Ron’s arms. He seemed unusually proud to have two hot women with him. Predictably, the rest of the evening was full of some pleasant sex.

Resting in their afterglows, Wendy told Alice, “Tomorrow, we want to take you to the club where we first met Mark and Cindy Worthington years ago. It’s an even more vibrant place today than it was then. I can’t wait to see your reaction. I hope you brought a very revealing dress because you’ll want to look hot and slutty when we show up. Bring your paper with you, too, or at least have a copy on your cellphone.”

Alice laughed, “I try to be prepared for every eventuality when I travel. Yes, I think I have just the right dress and shoes ... and paper. What time?”

“Well dine out again near this place. They don’t serve meals. So, we’ll aim to get there around nine o’clock. Put your flirt on.” Wendy laughed. “We’ll leave some time after seven.”

Ron moaned, “Just so you know the place is a bit of a meat locker, but the pickings are really good. We’re VIP members so get access to some places the general public can’t go. That also enables us to do some things while we’re there that they also can’t do, at least without getting arrested.”

Alice asked, “Sex?”

“All you could ever ask for in any combination you choose and any of the positions in the Kama Sutra and then some. We have a lot of friends there from our old swingers’ circle, and then we have that, too. We’re all meeting on Friday evening just because you’re here. We thought you’d like to meet some new friends before you go home on Saturday.”

“Great thinking. You know me and sex. I’m up for some serious fucking any hour of the day. Maybe we can visit your club every night?”

Wendy laughed, “Oh, we have one or two other things planned depending on tomorrow night, so don’t read ahead and ruin the plot too much.”

Checkmate was on 56^th Street near Third Avenue deep in Manhattan. Despite the women’s six-inch heels, they walked from Ron and Wendy’s apartment to a nice restaurant, and then to the club. Alice often wore tall sexy heels at work to tantalize the men; she knew she had great looking legs and coupled with some of her short skirts she was a chief financial officer to be reckoned with.

Alice worried that Wendy and she would be denied service at the restaurant because of their skimpy mode of dress, but no one there even blinked an eye except to stare at almost visible boobs and long sexy legs and the come-fuck-me shoes. They weren’t the only women at the restaurant on the prowl.

For her age, Wendy was one hot woman. She was almost sixty and oozed sex appeal and readiness to fuck all night long. She obviously wasn’t universally appealing to young men in their twenties or thirties, but from that age up she was the ultimate MILF. She knew her target audience and how to play to them.

Both Wendy and Alice wore dresses that were only two inches below their pussies. Both women were commando, but knew how to walk and sit and not reveal anything ... unless they wanted to, and that night they did. Alice’s top plunged to her navel with several small gold chains holding the sides of the dress together to keep from revealing her breasts - almost. Her nipples were excited and showed through the thin folds of material on each side of the cleavage.

Wendy’s top went to her neck but was pure see-through if you got her in the right light. Most of the lights they encountered were the ‘right’ light. Just in case of a cooler evening both women carried light shawls.

Checkmate had been remodeled to give it a space age look on the ground floor. A serpentine couch with some kind of miracle fabric on it wove through the club with tables placed every few feet along the snaking weave of the furniture. The sofa was a sky blue. The tables had chrome legs and what appeared to be stark white marble tops.

The walls were an array of modern artwork, the smallest of which was probably ten feet wide and eight feet tall. Lights on the art made the paintings change color and apparent texture over time. In one area there was a dais where a relatively unobtrusive DJ was plying his trade for the gyrating mass of men and women.

Alice tried to discern the overall style of the club from the music but it changed with almost every song. About all that would be said was that it was modern – retro, rave, new age, electronic, rap, and whatever else was new. Nine turned out to be a fashionable time to arrive at the club for a weeknight. Right after Ron and Wendy arrived about thirty other people also lined up to be checked in by the bouncer who wore a three-piece suit and flashy blue necktie.

Wendy explained, “The club has three levels as you can see if you look up at the surrounding balconies. There’s an elevator or the sweeping staircase over there. The ground floor is more the bar and dance area, so it’s the ‘meet and greet’ place. If you’re not a member this is what you consider the ‘meat market’.”

Alice looked around. “There were clusters of men and separate clusters of women. They seemed to be based around the decade of their life starting with people in their twenties, then thirties, forties, and fifty and up. Alice thought each group was about the same size.

At first, she thought the twenties guys would go after the twenty’s girls, and while that did happen some of the guys approached the older women, even some of the MILFs in the fifty and over crowd. Of course, there were no signs, only how people looked. The younger girls definitely appealed to the older men, too.

Wendy continued, “Upstairs is kind of the generic VIP lounge. If you think you’ve scored down here, you can ‘rent’ a small cabana type space one floor up. You get special service up there, but a split of champagne costs you about three hundred – room included. This is a profit-making operation.

“The member floor is still further up in the building, but access is limited as you’ll see. The general public can’t get up there without a fob or getting past one of the bouncers. We have much nicer ‘roomettes’ with top quality service, including very sexy waiters and waitresses. Drinks are inclusive with the membership dues, and don’t even think about what it costs. It’s outrageous, but this is a fun place to come to and to cum in.” She laughed.

Alice reminded her of an earlier comment, “You said this was a swingers’ club?”

Wendy laughed, “Kind of. We’ve belonged to a swingers’ group for years. Most of that group became members here, so we see them here all the time. As a result, we stopped having monthly gatherings and went to quarterly parties. Even as I look around tonight, I see four other couples from that group. By the way, we come here about once or twice a week depending on how horny we are. If you have paper you can always score. People are more careful these days.”

Ron pantomimed pointing at Wendy from behind her to indicate that she was the horny one of the two of them. She elbowed him in his gut with a laugh.

After circulating through the first floor, Wendy showed Alice the second level. Two of the ‘cabanas’ were occupied. The curtains in one were parted enough to see a mixed-race couple fucking like the world was about to end.

Ron called the elevator and used a fob on his keychain to take the three of them up to the third floor. The décor was again modern, but had a much nicer and more expensive flavor to it. The common room they were in was well populated, mostly as people congregated around a bar where a topless waitress was dispensing wine, champagne, and hard liquor at a staggering pace. Her breasts were natural without a trace of sag. She seemed excited to see everyone.

The blonde bartender gave Ron and Wendy a huge smile. Hi Ron. Hi Wendy. The usual?”

“Yes, please. This is our really good friend Alice from Sarasota. She’ll have one of my white wines as well.”

Alice greeted the busy girl and in seconds had a generous glass of superb white wine in her hands. After a few sips as they stood in their threesome somebody tapped Alice on the shoulder. She turned.

“Hi. I’m Duncan. Would you care to dance?”

Alice’s smiled widened. “Sure. I’d love to. Here or downstairs? I’m a guest so don’t know the protocol on this floor. I was just about to get a tour.”

“Oh, allow me.” Duncan winked at Ron and Wendy. “We have a dance floor up here, too, but it’s less crowded and members only. I prefer up here but let me walk you around first. In case you wondered, I was drawn to you instantly.”

Wendy said to her as they walked away, “We’ll catch up with you later. Stay on this floor unless we know where you’re going. We’ll be up here, too.”

Alice waved over her shoulder as she took Duncan’s arm.

Duncan was obviously tall, dark, and handsome. He was well dressed in very expensive clothes – casual but establishing himself as someone to be reckoned with. She guessed his age as around thirty to thirty-five, so younger than she, but not outrageously. He pointed out some of the ‘roomettes’ and even showed her one, another busy bar, the third-floor dance area, and some shower rooms that were ‘co-ed’ apparently.