Chapter 9

“We should have a party,” Emily said sipping from her coffee.

It had been three days since our bacchanal celebration after BB&S’s party introducing me to Lesserton society. After spending Sunday mostly recovering from our excesses, Emily and I spent Monday trying to get the 3D printer to fabricate a part Emily determined we needed for the CNC. It eventually worked and we made our upgrade. Tuesday saw us installing the remote door opener for the roll-up door. It was fully smart of course, which meant I could control it from my phone, car head unit or any of the displays in the loft.

On Wednesday Emily dragged me to the bicycle shop that provided two wheeled vehicles to the balance of Dinn County. The whole town was small enough to walk across in a half an hour, but bikes made the trip fun and even allowed travel to some of the destinations just outside town, all while getting a little exercise.

It was established in a vintage bicycle shop which had predated Lesserton’s renaissance. Though the shop had been closed down for a number of years before Jefferson Lesserton returned it was now again a thriving business. The store was unique in that a bronze figure on a bicycle stood on the sidewalk outside the shop, erected on the anniversary of Jefferson’s death the year the shop had reopened.

“We can’t host this weekend. I’ve got to go out of town to take care of some business.”

“Business?”

“Related to a company sale out of state.”

“What about me?”

“I expect you not to burn the shop down while I’m gone and to keep the sapphic orgies to ten or less.”

“What about the regular orgies?”

“No more than two or less, and use your own bed.”

“Meany.”

“How about we have it the next weekend? We can have PI cater it and get desert from the bakery? We’ll keep it small. Invite the Quad, BB&S, our neighbors.”

“We can barbecue and use the hot tub before it gets cold.”

I left the keys of the Wagoneer with Emily when she dropped me off at the airport. The flight was uneventful. Considering my new found wealth I decided to book a suite at the Hilton for my overnight stay.

Our meeting with the lawyers went better than I could have expected. Afterward Martin, Jenn and I had an early dinner and I returned to my hotel, anxious for my morning return flight. I spent the evening streaming on the hotel’s WiFi and was thinking of making it an early night when at about nine o’clock the doorbell rang.

I was quite surprised when I opened the door to see someone I never expected.

“Connie?”

Connie Hurley was my old friend Bryce’s wife. The same Bryce T. Hurley who I had found in my bed being enthusiastically fucked by my wife Darla.

Like many of my friends Connie and Bryce were old college mates who the three partners and even Darla had met while at university. As always Connie was an unexpected vision. Five foot seven the brunette was slim and slutty, from her curly strategically mussed hair to her CFM three inch heels. She was wearing a sleeveless top that looked more like something that should be worn under a blouse rather than something worn as a blouse. Naturally it exposed the full ink sleeve on her left arm. The tight jean crops seemed to be painted on her. Over her shoulder she carried a large leather tote.

“Can I come in, Danny?”

I moved back from the doorway so that she could enter. She looked around obviously impressed by the suite sitting room. She stepped past me into the room. She unslung her tote and placed it on the couch.

“What do you want, Connie?” I asked. I remembered that my last call from Darla had come from Connie’s phone.

“How about offering a girl a drink?”

I shrugged and walked over to the bar, gesturing for her to have a seat. Dropping a couple of cube of ice in a highball glass I splashed in the lowest quality whiskey the room had in it’s collection.

I handed her the glass and sat on the chair.

“How did you find me?”

“Jenn told me where you were staying.”

“Why would she do that?” I asked not happy about the news.

Connie smelled her booze and then took a sip.

“She’s not such a hard-ass dominant dyke bitch when she’s hanging on the wall with a nine inch dildo stuffed up her ass. She can be down right compliant.”

I pushed the vision of my partner out of my mind, ignoring the bulge forming in my pants. The little head was not in charge yet.

“Still waiting to find out what you want.”

“Isn’t that obvious Danny? I want you. Darla’s been raving about what a stud you are since college, even while Bryce was pounding her cute little cunt at least several times a week. That girl’s insatiable, you know. It’s got nothing to do with you. She could no more be faithful to one man, or woman for that matter, than the Earth could stop turning.”

“Does Bryce know that you’re here?”

“What Bryce doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Besides wouldn’t you like to get a little back for the literal years my husband has been dumping his cum in every orifice of your slutty little wife?”

I stood up. Since I had first seen Emily at that gas station my life had seemingly been a series of hot fuckable woman throwing themselves at me. At no time had I ever considered turning one of their advances down. Until now.

“Connie I can honestly say that never in my life have I wanted to fuck someone less that I do you. I want you out of my rooms, out of my hotel, and out of my life.”

Connie’s response was to throw her glass at me. Her aim was poor and I heard the glass shatter when it hit the wall behind me. Connie reached for her purse. Slung it over her shoulder and marched to the hotel room door. I expect the slam could be heard over the whole floor as she pulled it closed behind her.

“So the town has been pretty recession proof so far,” Beverly Mock the owner of the PI Diner was saying. “Of course a large part of our population is either self employed or works remotely. I haven’t seen any drop off of business, at least.”

We were on the roof. I had brats and burgers going on the grill to supplement the choices from Bev’s own kitchen at the diner. There was a good turnout of the people we invited. I appreciated Cynthia’s comment about the loft being well designed for parties. The bar was well positioned to service the multiple discussion areas in the living room. Those areas made for comfortable environments for from three to six people to engaged in quiet conversations.

I had raised the roof hatch and a stairway led from the central area of the living quarters to the roof. An installed gas powered grill sat on the deck separate from the hot tub area. The roof’s half wall provided fall protection to keep my guests from splatting on the sidewalk. There were a number of tables, their umbrellas deployed to provide sun protection, surrounded by chairs.

The eight person hot tub was in use, occupied by men in board shorts and women in the scantiest of swimwear. The tubs rotating cast kept public displays of affection generally PG rated, though what was happening below the waterline was anybody’s guess.

Bev was only the latest of my guest who spent time discussing local politics, the local economy and what might be called chamber of commerce issues. I, by and large, listened patiently figuring my neighbors were just trying to get me up to speed on Lesserton issues of public interest. That and they were probably happy to have a new person to bitch to about local problems.

Beverly went off to check on the condiments and Emily swung by the grill. She greeted me with a very nice kiss.

“How are you doing up here?”

“Just another few minutes and these burgers will be ready to come off. Have you seen the girls?”

“The Quad? They’re sniffing around a couple of guys who came with Dr. Jillian.”

“Dr. Jillian?”

“Dr. Bright from across the street.”

After dinner I spent the balance of my time in a variety of discussions with various groups in the living room. I only drank lightly, attempting to be a good host rather than an overly sloppy one. By eleven most of the guest had cleared out. The lovely sisters of the Quad kissed me good night before leaving with Jillian and her friends.

When the loft was empty I stuck my head up on the roof and saw that, besides Emily, BB&S were still relaxing in the hot tub.

“Go ahead and close the hatch Danny,” Cynthia said. “We can slip down through your bedroom.”

I walked down the stairs backwards and pulled the hatch down. The weight was mostly taken up by the two pistons that held the hatch open. When it landed with a gentle thud I slid the deadbolt to lock it.

The living room needed some picking up, but I figured we would get to that in the morning. I checked the other rooms and after finding them empty went through my room to the balcony. Slipping through the double doors I turned to take the stairway to the rooftop.

Emily had already turned out most of the roof lighting, Only the subtle lighting around the hot tub was still on, and the privacy walls prevented most of that light from escaping. When I stepped into the hot tub area I notice that the four occupants had doffed their swimwear. In a way it was too bad because Cynthia had been wearing a Wild Weasel one piece that was hotter than any bikini I had ever seen. Of course her own charms were fully displayed, at least all the ones above her waist. The lawyer was sitting on one side of the tub and her husbands were sitting on the other with Emily between them.

I was wearing shorts and a golf shirt. I kicked my sandals off and dropped my shorts and underwear in one move. Then I stripped off my shirt and threw it on top of my bottoms.

I slipped into the warm water dropping down next to Cynthia.

“I think you can count the party as a success,” she said leaning into me. I felt her hard nipples on my arm and followed her gaze as she looked across the tub.

Emily was sitting between Chet and David. They were sandwiched on each side of her and I could see that both of her hands were moving underwater. It did not take much imagination to know what she was doing. The looks on the faces of the Burger brothers easily confirmed her actions. Both had beads of sweat running down their foreheads, unfocused eyes and were breathing heavily.

I felt Cynthia capture my own member. It was already hard.

I watch Chet, who was on Emily’s left reach down between her legs and she mewed. Cynthia’s hand was moving over me now. I saw David bend down to take Emily’s breast in his mouth.
“Fuck. It’s so hot,” Cynthia said. She hutch up so that she was sitting in my lap. The head of my prick nosed at her slit and she groaned as she slid down on me, still facing the opposite side of the tub.

Emily’s hands had stopped moving now and her head rolled back on the edge of the tub.

There was no mistaking what Cynthia was doing now as she posted on my cock. I reached around and rolled her nipples between my fingers. Emily made a sound between a moan and a whimper as her body bowed up of the seat. Cynthia as biting her own hand as I felt her cunt tighten around me. I pushed her down so that I was totally in her. I counted the first dozen or so numbers of a random Taylor’s Series to keep myself from cumming. I was barely successful.

“Oh Christ,” Emily said. “I want to do this in a bed.” So saying she released the Burger brothers and stood up.

Stepping out of the tub she grabbed some towels that were stacked beside the hot tub and tossed one to each brother. Then she left the enclosure headed for the stairway to the bedroom. The lawyer bothers followed.

I was holding Cynthia. I had released her breasts and she was now just sitting in my lap with my arms around her.

“You’re not thinking you made a mistake this time?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“Let’s join them then,” I proposed. She smiled.

The stairway itself was not visible from the street and the span which had to be crossed to reach the doors to the bedroom was itself block from below by the balcony itself. Perhaps it was visible from across the street, but only the old Coke Bottling Plant, which contained the BB&S offices, were over there.