Chapter 8

The next Friday, Sara was working hard on Steve's conference, now only days away. She had almost everything under control and didn't expect any real problems. The benefit of working with Steve's boss was that he, too, was a real pro, and between them they were able to make the difficult seem easy. They had agreed at the beginning not to attempt the impossible.

Sara was taking a break with a cup of coffee when the phone rang again. She answered.

A woman's voice said, "My name is Charity Hoyle. You talked with a man named Harry about a club he and I belong to. Do you remember?'

"Yes, I remember. And you even have a last name. How can I help you?'

"I know you're at your office, so I won't take your time right now. Is there any chance we could meet today or tomorrow? I'm in your city, ' she explained.

"You came here without setting something up first? Well, I don't really have anything doing for tonight. Do you want to get together for dinner?'

"Yes, that would be a nice idea. Why don't I meet you at the hotel lounge? Just tell me when you'll be free.'

Sara made the arrangements and went back to work. Later that afternoon, Steve called again to check on some detail. Closing her door, Sara confided to Steve that she had an interview that evening. Hesitating for a moment, she made a decision.

"Last week, Steve, I got a call on Sunday. I'd answered an ad for a club manager, and this guy called me and we talked for half an hour about the job, but you'd never believe what we talked about. I mean, we talked about fucking and how often I do it, and all sorts of stuff like that.'

"What was he, a weirdo?' Steve asked.

"No, ' Sara said, "that's what's weird. He was a nice guy, a lawyer he said, and he really seemed to be interviewing me. And today I got a call from a woman who wants to meet with me tonight about the job.'

"It sure sounds strange, ' Steve said. "What are you going to do?'

"I figure I'll meet the lady and see what she's like and what I think. It doesn't cost to listen and look. And, if she's a weirdo, I can call the cops.'

"Well, in one way, ' Steve said, "it sounds kind of interesting. I wouldn't mind a job that included a lot of fucking, just as long as it's not whoring. I'm not really sure how to define that, but I know what it means.

"So do I, I think, ' said Sara. "And what the hell, I'll at least get dinner out of it.'

Sara worked hard the rest of the afternoon, forgetting about Charity Hoyle until it was almost time to meet her. She closed up her office hurriedly and headed for the lounge.

A woman was sitting outside the lounge looking expectant, so Sara asked if she were Ms. Hoyle. She was. They went in and took a table, ordering drinks and making polite conversation until they were served. They were interrupted twice by people from Sara's office asking questions that Sara handled quickly and efficiently, though she didn't really want to be interrupted. All the time, of course, the two women were sizing each other up.

Charity was about eight or ten years older than Sara. A striking blonde, she was tall and slender, dressed in a khaki skirt that ended above her knees to show pretty, bare legs. She wore a white pilot's shirt with shoulder straps and button pockets. She carried a tailored khaki jacket that went with her skirt. Her face was pretty and showed signs of much laughter. Her eyes were a sparking blue. Her voice was deep and she spoke quietly. Charity drew every man's eye without being flashy. She had an almost palpable aura, a peaceful confidence and assurance that was incredibly attractive. When she looked at anyone — Sara or a passing man — she looked carefully and thoroughly, with no sign of embarrassment, until she had satisfied herself that she had seen what she wanted. Then, she went on to the next thing to look at. Her gaze was penetrating, but Sara never felt that she was being judged, even though she knew that was the purpose of Charity's visit. And she listened the way she looked, with full concentration. Sara found Charity Hoyle a most interesting person. At first, she was not quite sure what to make of her.

They sipped their drinks, chatting, until Charity said, "Sara, I don't want to talk seriously here. It's a nice hotel, and I can see that you fit in well. But I want to talk to you rather candidly, and this isn't the place, even for a conventional job interview. Is there somewhere we could go and talk privately?'

Sara hesitated, then made a decision. "Why don't we go to my place? I'll make a salad or something and we can talk about any damn thing you want.'

Charity's face brightened even more, if possible, and she agreed wholeheartedly.

When Sara opened the door to her apartment, a blast of heat hit them both. "Damn, ' Sara said as she entered and began opening windows, "I left the shades up this morning because it was cloudy, and then it turned nice. It'll cool off soon. Why don't you take off your jacket? Or, I'll tell you, I've got a pair of shorts and a halter you can put on. What do you say?'

Charity started to undo her shirt. "I don't see why we don't just go naked. Is that all right with you? Or, am I rushing things?' Charity had clearly seen Sara's initial hesitation and stopped with her shirt half open. Sara could see the woman's bare chest in the inch or so of opening down the front. 'Decisions, ' Sara thought. Saying nothing, she dropped her skirt to the floor and pulled off her top. In no time, she was naked, picking up her things and heading for the bedroom to hang them up. "Bring your stuff in here, ' she called over her shoulder. "You'll want to hang them up or something and the bathroom's in here, ' she continued as Charity followed her with her suitcase, now naked, too.

When they were back in the living room, Sara made drinks and handed one to Charity. The older woman had firm, medium-size breasts and a light bush of pubic hair that was cropped close. Sara could see the start of her slit and the lips of her pussy. Her tan was continuous, as Sara had known it would be. Her flat stomach showed signs of stretch marks. Sara wondered how many children had passed through those brown thighs. And, how many men.

Charity was sitting on the sofa, her arms around one knee and her chin resting on it. Charity was inspecting Sara's body as well. She smiled.

"I'm really more comfortable this way, you know, and I bet you are, too.'

"Yes, I am. But, you know, I've never been naked with a woman before. Not alone. No, not ever. It's a little strange, ' Sara said.

"Well, I won't attack you. You have a lovely body, but I only came here to meet you and talk to you about the club, you know. We really need a capable person for this job.'

Sara had the strong impression that, if she chose, she could learn some new things from this woman, and not just about business. For the time being, however, she kept things as formal as Charity was doing, ignoring the fact that they were both completely naked. She sat cross-legged on the other end of the sofa.

"The one thing I found out from Harry, ' Sara said, "Was that you guys don't talk about your precious club very much. Just what the hell is it anyway, a whorehouse or a nudist camp? I'm afraid I've gotten a little sick of the evasions.'

"I don't blame you. That's why I'm here to answer any questions you may have. Everything at the club is completely legal, but we have to be very discrete, and I'm sure you will keep our conversation to yourself. But that said, I expect that before we're through, you will know all about us, and I will know whether to offer you the job.'

"You must have some authority, then, ' Sara said.

"Well, I've been running the club for the past ten years. Now, I want to do something else and I have the executive committee's agreement to hire whomever I think is the right person for the job. When Harry told me about your conversation, and how straightforward and funny you were, I figured you were the closest thing to a good bet we've been able to find in several months of looking. So, I came here on a hunch, you might say.'

Sara nodded, then said, "Well, the first thing I want to know is what this is all about. Then I can decide if I want to even think about working for you. Just let me get some more drinks and something to eat. I have a feeling this will take a while.'

Sara went into the kitchen and Charity followed. They both worked at making drinks and assembling some cold food, their bodies brushing past each other in the tight space. At one point Sara's nipples brushed across Charity's back. Another time, Sara felt Charity's buttocks press against hers. The contact felt natural enough, but Sara began to be aroused. Before long, they were finished, and when they were settled down again, Sara was ready for action. She pushed her desire aside as Charity began her tale.

"When we started out, there were a bunch of us: six young, married couples, pretty much just out of college. We were all buddies, all yuppies, I guess, and we got together one summer and rented a house at the beach. On the weekends we'd all go down there and swim and play. In the evenings, we'd drink beer and play cards and stuff.

"One night, we all got a little high and starting playing strip poker. After a while, I was bare to the waist and the guy next to me began feeling me up. I reached into his shorts and grabbed him. Before I knew it, he had picked me up and I was getting laid on the card table. When we both had come, everyone else was naked, and everybody was fucking everyone else.

"We spent all night and the next day screwing our brains out. That's what it was, but because we were all buddies, it was like making love in a big family. I know I had every guy in the place at least twice that weekend, and my husband had all the women, too. He and I even made love to each other several times. It was fantastic. I still think about it.

"Then we went home for the week, and the next weekend we came back and took off our clothes as soon as we got there and spent the whole weekend making love to each other. Most of the time it was ordinary man-woman sex. But one weekend, I got eaten out by one of the other women and I learned that I am bisexual, at least now and then. Some of the guys found out the same things. This went on all summer, and some of us even got together during the week. Harry and I (he is my husband, you know) loved every minute of it. We'd just never realized how much we loved loving our friends — in every sense.