Chapter 6: Party Girl

“How was your chat with Joe?” Donna asked, just getting home from work. “He said he’d call you right after we talked,” she chuckled.

“Uhm, okay,” Sue blushed.

“What?”

“I think we kind of had phone sex.”

“No shit? He really does excite you despite yourself.”

“It was him who got off. I was in a changing room at a store, so...”

“And you weren’t rubbing yourself?”

“Maybe a little.”

“Face it, Joe turns you on.”

“When he’s not scary.”

“Kidnapping you.”

“That, but the way he looked. Short cropped hair like he just got out of the slammer or a psych ward more likely.”

“He wanted to look presentable. He’s a hermit, right?”

“Yes?”

“Doesn’t have a barber handy.”

“I suppose not.”

“He’s got these clippers. Leaves a little hair but not much. Let me show you Joe’s normal look.” Donna pulled her laptop in front of her and brought up a sexy picture of Joe obviously just out of water, the stream in the background. His damp brown hair reached his shoulders and he sported a beard and mustache at least a couple inches long and not in the least groomed.

“Is that the picture you sent out?”

“Yep. Kind of hot for a guy.”

“Definitely a better look,” Sue agreed, studying his wide naked shoulders and the definition of his chest and the firmness of his abdomen, a bit of hair just above the waist of his low slung trunks suggesting more just below, his penis subtly pressing out the damp cloth, not exactly erect, but probably a little fuller than if he was completely flaccid, although Sue didn’t have much experience with the variability of penis size.

“But he did make you hot. You were more than ready to have some fun with me.”

“I shouldn’t.”

“Not the point.”

“No. When he explained his life, he became pretty explicit talking about sex, especially with you.”

“Joe isn’t one to mince words.”

“No he’s not, especially if he’s this shy guy.”

“He’s not just shy, he’s psychologically disturbed being amongst people.”

“I get that.”

“So when he gets past it, like with a woman he ends up fucking, it’s like a release valve, releasing a shitload of pressure, and what comes out is complete honesty, because ... why not?”

“Makes sense.”

“So he got you hot describing sex with me.”

“And then he showed that spy film, which upset me, but kind of made me remember the best sex I had ever had up to that point.”

“Meaning our sex was better.”

“Much. And it wasn’t like he was leaning over me and touching me, which would have probably freaked me out even more, but I knew he was right behind me watching, and when I glanced...”

“You noticed his impressive endowment.”

“Yes,” Sue admitted, blushing again.

“To be honest, he’s got the perfect cock, not too thick so he’d hurt, but just thick enough, and lots of friction with that length. And best of all, he knows how to use it.”

“You’re really selling him.”

“He fucked up kidnapping you, but I like him, Sue, a lot, and the sex is amazing. So what’s not to sell?”

They laughed.

Sue told Donna, “So I suggested I might try to find him some girl who he’d want to be with for some time, not necessarily a girlfriend, but not the usual brief time either.”

“What did he say?”

“I said we could use testimonials from you and Carol. He thought maybe I could be added to the list.”

“Wow.”

“Desperate?”

“More surprising. You got him on the defensive so he’s being careful not to offend you any more than he already has.”

“He’s honest about his wanting me.”

“But that’s more him being cheeky as the Brits say.”

“I told him you’d have to be there to get that testimonial.”

“I bet he’d be up to that being you and me. But...”

“I suggested the VIP apartment.”

“That would work.”

“He seemed ... encouraged. I told him I’d let him know tomorrow if I make the decision.”

“Encouraged,” Donna chuckled.

“Yeah. So I was wondering if I could use your computer. My laptop was too chunky and too ... basic to bring along. I want to research colleges. Joe thought I could get into Maryland, so I thought I’d look into that.”

“Not to be a bitch, but I don’t let anyone touch my laptop. Let’s go out and get you one of your own.”

“Actually I wanted to do something else this evening.”

Donna smirked and straddled Sue’s lap, kissing her. “I think we could do both.”

“Uhm, I was thinking more about going out. Maybe you know some club where I could get in.”

“Like a private club? I do, but not in Baltimore. DC.”

“Like for politicians?”

“Their reprobate kids actually, and other of the elite there. DC isn’t just politics.”

“I suppose not.”

“You’re not as horny as I thought you’d be.”

“I sort of borrowed some of your sex stuff.”

Donna laughed. “Those you can borrow as long as you clean them after.”

“I did.”

“Good girl. But there’s time if you want for playing or shopping or whatever. Those kind of clubs don’t really get going until late.”

“Shopping maybe. I hope you don’t mind.”

Donna kissed Sue again before getting up. “I’m fine with delayed gratification.”

“I got a bunch of clothes today and decided to put them in the guest room. I ... uhm ... actually used the bed there when I...”

“Masturbated. I hope you know you’re always welcome in my bed.”

“I appreciate that, but what if say Fred sleeps over.”

“True.”

“And what if you want to be left alone.”

“Sue, I really like you being here. You can stay as long as you like.”

“I don’t want to impose.”

“It’s nice having company here. Maybe I can train you to cook for when I come home later.”

“I can cook. Mother wanted me to be a dutiful housewife. But you’re vegetarian, right?”

“No beasts with legs. I eat fish sometimes, but I prefer fresh caught. Legged beasts too, actually.”

“You mean you hunt?”

“Not often. No more than once a year, maybe less often now since Gerry’s got a lady who’s opposed to it. She and I would go out in her helicopter to hunt various places. It’s easier to clean the beast when there’s two. We bag up the meat and freeze it for later, but there’s nothing better than fresh meat cooked over a campfire. I’ve been working on Joe to join me, and so far he’s at least gone hiking with me, and we’ve fished together a few times. Baby steps.”

“I don’t know about killing.”

“How do you think the meat gets to your plate? And then it’s like a big killing factory with the beasts not well treated in the least and given whatever nasty stuff to fatten them up. It’s why I choose what I eat, and even grocery fish gives me pause.”

“Makes sense.”

“Let’s go get you a laptop and we’ll find some recipes on line.”

“Okay.”

They ended up with a top of the line laptop with all the bells and whistles along with several software programs to add to it. It took not much longer than an hour to get everything set up on it. Donna installed proprietary security software she’d designed for JAS promising it to be as secure as any computer in the world. She had Sue make up a list of passwords, arbitrary but ones she’d remember. It helped that Sue had a great memory, not quite eidetic, more skilled, using clever mnemonic devices. Donna decided to upgrade her printer, a top of the line 3 in 1 and they tested it from both computers, Donna choosing the image of Joe rising from the stream to test hers. “You can frame it if you want.”

“Shut up,” Sue giggled.

They made love after as a sort of celebration, each applying the vibrator to the other, along with lips, tongue and fingers, and both had most satisfying orgasms, three for Sue and a couple for Donna, Donna’s first quite powerful as Sue had learned the benefit of teasing, delayed gratification indeed.

After showering together, Sue retreated to her new bedroom, parading out with her revealing party dress.

“Oh fuck that’s sexy,” Donna approved. She looked hot too in her little black dress. “Are you wearing anything under it?”

“Nope.”

“Slut!”

They both laughed.

They talked on their two hour drive to DC, both getting the other to reveal their life stories.

“Speaking of slut,” Donna started, intending to open up her new friend’s life by beginning things with her own, but ended up getting a lot deeper than she thought. “I was labeled one in high school.”

“How did that happen?”

“The usual way. Going out with the BMOC.”

“BMOC?”

“Big man on campus. He was a star athlete, a receiver on the football team and a forward on the basketball team. I guess he’d fucked his way through the cheerleaders before he got to me.”

“Then you weren’t a cheerleader?”

“I was a jock too, mostly volleyball. I was thrilled that he took an interest in me. Confused as well. Confusion was my normal state as far as sex.”

“Because of your lesbianism?”

“Yes. I felt an attraction toward the women I shared the locker room with, especially our best spiker. She kind of looked like you actually. Not as voluptuous, but tall, redheaded and pretty. I knew my preference but it scared me. I wanted to fit in, not be ostracized.”

“Of course you did.”

“In a way I still do. The whole lipstick lesbian thing, prettying up, looking feminine, not in the least bit butch except maybe my athleticism. Anyway, the BMOC was chatting me up, seducing me. It wasn’t just him taking an interest, but supposedly he had a girlfriend, the head cheerleader. Maybe I thought I could wrangle him from her, maybe prove myself to actually be straight somehow, and of course have the BMOC as my boyfriend. What status that would be! Fucking stupid.

“Anyway his seduction succeeded and we made out in the back seat of his SUV. Things went faster than I wanted. Admittedly I wanted to prove myself to be heterosexual, which meant getting fucked by a man, so I was probably less reluctant than I should have been when he pushed his big cock into me without getting me ready and it definitely didn’t feel good. It fucking hurt. I was crying when he spurted and shoved him off me, got dressed, and got the hell out of that car.

“The next thing I know, I’m getting these smirks from his jock friends and the ladies who hovered around them. More than one of those ladies called me a slut. I was in tears, my life destroyed, no one to talk to about the unfairness of it all, and maybe they were right. I did let him fuck me pretty much right away. Jocks approached me crudely, essentially asking if they could fuck me and I told every one of them to fuck off.

“And the last person I thought would ever want to talk to me, at least in any way nice, approached me after school, the BMOC’s supposed girlfriend. She handed me a note with her phone number asking if we could talk and that she promised not to be mean about it. It turns out he was her beard.”

“Like she was a lesbian?”

“Yes. I called and she gave me an address, an apartment. She let me know she knew my preference, my gazing at the redhead spiker giving me away. She’d even warned her supposed boyfriend to leave me alone and wasn’t happy he ignored her advice, something about turning him into a eunuch which I could definitely get behind,” Donna laughed.

“So I head to this apartment and this full on butch dyke is there along with the head cheerleader. We talked, including the cheerleader letting me know my crush was most likely straight. She had me call home to let them know I’d be having dinner with friends. The dyke cooked up a nice tofu stir fry, and after I watched the two make love. It was almost cruel how exciting it was without letting me participate until finally the dyke told me I could strip and masturbate, and the cheerleader giving her a light slap claiming she wanted to see me naked and the dyke just shrugged. So I got off watching this thick, not especially attractive but clearly expert lesbian turn her girlfriend into a gasping, gorgeous, boneless mess.

“After I pleaded for me to join in, but the cheerleader insisted they were monogamous asking her girlfriend to confirm, which the dyke paused a bit too long, giving me the once over. A harder slap of the arm and the dyke confirmed with a laugh, claiming she was teasing and she’d never cheat on the woman she loved. ‘Understood?’ the cheerleader insisted. I nodded, promising not to get between them.

“The next day at school this shy mousy thing, someone I barely noticed before, approached me and like code let me know the cheerleader talked to her. Sarah became my first girlfriend and we decided to be open about it. Fuck that school. The four of us would get together at the dyke’s apartment for dinner and a couch served as our bed while the other two fucked in bed. We found other places. Sarah’s mom worked late and her siblings, she was the baby of the family, had all left the nest, so that was the main place, but the most private, sort of, was the dyke’s apartment.”

“That wasn’t Gerry?” Sue asked.

“No, but she definitely opened me up to Gerry’s seduction. I enlisted in the army after high school, wanting to get into intelligence with my computer skills and succeeded. But we all had boot camp and Gerry was a helicopter pilot who’d often check out the mess for a nubile young body and found me a happy recruit. We kept in contact and after we both got out we got together full time until I revealed my latent heterosexuality to her which ended things as far as being girlfriends, though we remained friends obviously and fuck partners. She got conscripted by Joe to teach him flying as well as working for JAS flying staff and visitors whenever necessary and on building Joe’s crazy driving machines. The rest is history.”

“My brother was like that BMOC, only worse,” Sue took over and Donna encouraged her to explain. After the unpleasantness of her brother, Donna asked about friends.

“I kind of ran out when I became a senior, having always had older friends, and the restrictive home life kept me from seeing them outside school.”

“Tell me about this restrictiveness.”

“My folks are Christians of the worst kind, hell and damnation if we ever strayed from the straight and narrow, narrow being the defining word. The world was thick with sin and temptation, essentially ruled by the devil in which purity could only defeat it. It’s a wonder they fucked enough to create my brothers and me, but I guess fucking for procreation is a command as well. I can’t think about what sex is about with them, and I honestly can’t imagine it. You know about my oldest brother.”

“Roger, the guy that set this whole thing going.”

“He’d been punished so much he had to escape. I took the easier choice of playing their game.”

“Easier?”

“Less painful?”

“But it wasn’t easy.”

“It was miserable,” Sue sniffled. “I fucking hated them and hated my cruel and hypocritical brother, their supposed godsend. I could totally understand making a eunuch of that BMOC, because I wished it on my brother with what he did to my lovely friend and how many others.”

“What did you do to get over it?”

“I write. The really dark stuff I keep to myself, but I’ve published a couple times and have been rejected more times than I can count.”

“Maybe Joe...”

“No! I appreciate all he’s doing for me despite me not jumping into his arms. Maybe I should resent it, but I don’t. Truthfully I’m beginning to like the guy.”

“Like I said, what’s not to like? Honestly the mercenary part of our relationship never bothered me, probably because Gerry explained it. I did tease him about it.”

“Joe told me, and he could see it was a tease.”

“Hearing about him getting her off kind of blew my mind, but for her to have such trust in a man...”

“Yeah.”

They glanced at each other and smiled. Sue realized Donna wasn’t pushing the issue, pushing for Sue to be with her friend and lover, at least not directly. Recommendations maybe, an indirect push, but Sue realized it came with the territory. Donna really liked the guy.

“Do you love Joe?” Sue asked.

“I do actually. Not like a boyfriend, but...”

“That recommends him too,” Sue realized.

“It’s a first,” Donna agreed. “Even the men in my family...”

“Did someone abuse you?”

“Not directly. Not physically. When I was a kid I was a tomboy, played with my brothers and my dad like I was more of a son or brother than a daughter or sister. But when I started growing these,” she grabbed a tit, “I noticed their gaze more and felt the inappropriate nature of it and pretty much covered up when I was around them. My older brother even joked with his friends about my development. One of them, rather daringly, told him to cut it out. He ended up being the next man I fucked.”

“Really?”

“I thought he was cute,” Donna shrugged. “And brave to take my side. So before I went to boot camp, my relationship with Sarah ended, I looked him up, had a date with him and he fucked me that night. It didn’t even surprise me how gentle he was with me. His was the first cock I sucked, and he was pretty good at giving head. Not at Sarah’s level, but good, and trainable. Like too few men he took direction as well as me taking direction sucking him. I think he had a thing for me, and I had to let him know I was almost exclusively lesbian even if he did manage to pleasure me. Men need their ego fed, but it was true. But that’s why I never visited him again.”

“It would be like breaking his heart all over again.”

“Yep. So how was this... ?”

“John. I’m a novice, but okay I guess.”

“Then not great.”

“No. Though the last evening with him wasn’t bad. I actually ended up cumming a couple times.”

“Still doesn’t recommend him.”

“Probably not.”

“What did he do to seduce you?”

“According to Joe he just had to have the nerve to approach me.”

“A player?”

“From second hand information it seems like he was.”

“Second hand?”

“Someone Roger knew before he got shipped off to boarding school became Joe’s spy I guess. A real sleazebag it sounds like, he got John talking about me like I was just another notch on his bedpost.”

“A very nice notch I imagine.”

“He did mention he felt very lucky.”

“As he should.”

“Thanks. I didn’t get that from him. He seemed like a really nice guy with some depth, kind of soulful, but maybe that was his routine.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised. Being the sensitive type can be an attractant, up to a point.”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s polarity between men and women. A man needs his confidence or he’s a wimp, and a woman needs her submissiveness or she’s a bitch.”

“Submissiveness?”

“Maybe softness, vulnerability. It’s like the directionality of the genitals, the outward nature of the penis and the inward nature of the vagina becoming enacted by their personalities.”

“The jutting presentation and the interior acceptance.”

“Birds and bees I guess.”

“I get birds with the male plumage, but bees?”

“The stamen?”

“Sucking juices.”

They laughed.

Their conversations continued effortlessly, steering into politics perhaps because of their destination, Donna a libertarian, or more an anarchist, trusting neither major political party nor capitalism, especially in its present form, cynical and abusive in its chase for money, not unlike the government that protected the ultra-rich few.

“Isn’t Joe one of them?” Sue pointed out.

“By inheritance. And isn’t that reflective of the royalist creed, the sustaining of blue bloods, the dukes and barons of the past aristocracy, the king a puppet to the whims of his advisors doing the ruling class’s binding?”

“If you say so.”

Donna chuckled. “So you’re not political?”

“Just in the sense of believing anything that would be the antithesis of what my parents believe.”

“Which is?”

“Ultra-conservative with a libertarian bent sort of like you, but with more religious themes like the government being a demonic force, doing the bidding of the devil and the Jews.”

“White supremacists?”

“More us and them, with us being the true believers and everyone else them. It’s not so much racist, I don’t think they feel that blacks or Hispanics or Indians or Asians are any less human than them so long as they believe what they believe. Definitely anti-Semitic in the sense of hating Jews, but also Muslims, though Jews are the more formidable force of evil in their clever behind-the-scenes machinations.”

“So what would your rebellion be?”

“Socialist I suppose, or progressive. A government who supports everyone, especially those who have to struggle to survive. Everyone should have health care as a right and not a privilege. Everyone should have a roof over their head and food to survive. Those that have the vast majority of the money should divest a significant amount of it in order to make sure those who have none to have at least their basic needs funded. I do understand the problems with that, like politicians with their own agenda including padding their pockets from the funds of interest groups and higher taxation driving the rich out and the manufacturing to other, less caring countries. I suppose any vision is utopian unless it’s built on cynicism and selfishness.”

“What capitalism becomes, especially when tied into democracy.”

“I guess that’s why I’d be considered a socialist.”

“And why anarchism will always fail. A completely egalitarian society is impossible because someone always takes power, and power always corrupts.”

“Politics is definitely depressing.”

“And yet most of us seem to survive beneath the corruption and the single-mindedness and the cynicism going on in this city. There’s censorship to be sure, especially when what’s said becomes too public, but compared to totalitarian governments and theocracies there’s a great deal of freedom. Someone can actually publish opinions about the idiocy of the president without fearing for their lives. But a manifesto detailing the overthrow of the government would have the various three letter intelligence and enforcement agencies swarming in on its author and publisher.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“I suppose it is, but historically such investigations and intervening have been targeted towards the left, the whole Communist Conspiracy thing, or when it involves race, the probable killing of leaders like with the Black Panther Party. Did the FBI intervene that severely with the Ku Klux Klan? How many lynchings resulted in prosecuting the good ole white boys? And now just being liberal gets crosshairs from the right. How serious are white supremacist and neo Nazi militias being taken? Are they being infiltrated? Ironically those groups recruit the ACLU, that historically liberal organization, to protect their right to speak hate.”

“Part of the problem with freedom is letting those who, if they are following Nazi dogma, would destroy Jews and other undesirables, following Hitler, be allowed to speak their hate.”

“Undesirables including queers like me,” Donna added. “I suppose as long as they’re not doing what they plan they can get away with talking about it.”

“And arming themselves under the protection of the second amendment.”

“What do you think about that?”

“The whole mythos of the macho cowboy is so indoctrinated in our culture that it probably doesn’t matter what I think.”

“Nevertheless.”

“I think of it in terms of potentiality. For instance, if some house is raided and illegal drugs are found, does it matter if the people in the house actually use them? It’s a matter of possession. The same can be seen with guns. Guns kill, that’s their purpose, whether defensively or not. Even if they’re not actually used for that, there’s still the potential.”

“An interesting perspective.”

“But you disagree.”

“I guess I see more of the sports side of the weapons.”

“Being a hunter.”

“I actually use a bow and arrow, but yes, that. Also target shooting.”

“But what about these militias or gangs getting more and more sophisticated weapons?”

“Innocent people need to protect themselves.”

“If weapons weren’t allowed, they wouldn’t have to in such a murderous way.”

“I wish there was some way to keep arms away from idiots ... but...”

“At least background checks and banning assault weapons from the public.”

“I just see them slipping through the checks, especially with sellers who might have their own agenda. Then it’s about defense still.”

“Then if some crazy kid comes in and shoots up a school, some kid has the ability to kill them because they’re armed?”

“Probably not a good idea.”

“No.”

“Somebody could be there who is armed.”

“Some kid who knows that, wouldn’t that person be the first person targeted? And if say the teachers are armed, which just the idea of it scares me, Mr. Johnson turning to the chalk board showing some nasty automatic pistol strapped to his belt, couldn’t a mad kid get the idea to grab the gun?”

“Defending the second amendment is problematic.”

“No shit.”

“Your family own guns?”

“A shotgun and a couple pistols, my dad’s an automatic and my brother’s a revolver like in the old west, supposedly defending the home from the inevitable invasion of the godless, evil horde.”

“The apocalypse?”

“My folks thought it would be more personal than a bunch of nuclear bombs going off. Mass demonic possession, or more precisely those already possessed getting marching orders from the devil.”

“And they were protecting you from possession.”

“Yep.”

“Holy shit.”

“Appropriate words,” Sue chuckled.

Donna shook her head.

They arrived in an area of mostly warehouses, one of which had a ramp going down, a large steel door closed at the bottom of the ramp. A post obviously had a scanner which read a card Donna placed in front of it of a QR code and nothing else and the door lifted, revealing a parking lot with a diversity of cars, every one expensive. Teslas and sports cars and Cadillacs, both SUV and the four door midsize types, and various European, often German versions of the same. The Range Rover seemed almost incongruous despite its price, but a couple of minibuses looked especially out of place.

“The talent,” Donna muttered, passing them.

“The talent?”

“You’ll see.”

Sue followed Donna to a mundane door at the back center of the parking lot with a sign warning, “Staff Only,” a scanner beside it which Donna used to unlock the door. They entered a small area with another mundane door to the right and a steel elevator door to the left. The card once more scanned and a button pushed and they waited a couple minutes for the elevator door to open. Inside the spacious car, room for at least ten, Donna pressed the button labeled 3 and the car lifted slowly to its destination. For the first time, Sue heard the steady thud of a bass which only got louder when they rose. The door opening released the full sound of the EDM music. They had to avoid two couples pushing into the elevator, the men in fancy looking suits, the jackets opened and the shirts festive, one shiny black with no tie and the other embroidered like a cowboy shirt and bolo tie with a jade enclosure. The women, both tall, model height, one blonde and one a light mocha colored, wore dresses which accentuated their full breasts and their slim hips, most of their endless legs revealed. Both men laughed when they stumbled in, the ladies making attempts to smile, noticing Sue and Donna before the men did, but the men took an appreciative scan of them before the door closed.

“The talent,” Donna said as loud as needed over the music.

“Hired?” Sue asked.

Donna nodded.

She led Sue to a bar that looked to be made of black lacquer where she ordered a glass of white wine and Sue ordered cognac with water on the side. The tattooed, hard looking but somehow beautiful dark haired woman bartender smiled and winked at Donna, scanning her card.

The bar sat at the edge of a large dance floor, dimly lit except for the play of colorful lasers seemingly moving and pulsing to the music over the faces and the bodies who danced, mostly white men in their twenties and thirties and women of the same age and race, with a few of the model types in revealing clothes amongst them, mostly blondes but also an Asian, a Latina and a darker skinned woman who looked to be from the Middle East or perhaps the Indian subcontinent.

Donna led Sue up a set of dark stairs demarked by red lights where tables were occupied by couples or just men or women, those groups seemingly active in rectifying their situation, all with drinks, the glances both down at the dancers or at the other tables. Behind the tables were enclosures with either red, yellow or green lights. Donna found one with a green light towards the end and opened it, Sue following her. Inside a white round table was encircled by a white couch, a half circle so they could enter it. Shutting the door quieted the music, though it still pulsed.