Chapter 3
I felt rather skittish and agitated all day. Does Vivian really want me to witness what happens tonight? Does she plan on fucking all of the eight young men? Why would she want me to see that?
The knot in my stomach tells me I should be as far from the mansion tonight as I can get. Just tell Vivian that I have other plans. But the agitated part of me is more like a deep giddiness. I could see Vivian naked tonight up close and watch many men screw her senseless.
“Is she going to get drunk tonight? Or is this something that she wants to remember. Is that why
she wants me to attend? So I could remember too?
I thought that I was hiding out in my den where I do my writing. But Vivian found me easily. “I need you to go to the liquor store for me dear. I need two bottles of whisky, one bottle of Vodka and one bottle of brandy…Two if that’s what you prefer to drink,” she told me.
“You really want me to be at your party?” I questioned. “Of course! More than anyone else, I want you there,” Vivian told me with a wink. “Won’t it be fun to watch me do a strip tease and make all those young cocks spring to life?” she purred.
I felt a little awkwardness as I made my way around
the liquor store collecting the bottles of alcohol that Vivian requested. I felt like a butler or something doing my dad’s wife’s bidding.
“Am I really going to do this?” I asked while I was waiting to purchase the liquors.
Partly, I felt that all of this was creepy.
But a bigger part of me found it exhilarating.
I even felt a little wiggle in my jeans as I contemplate Vivian taking on eight men until they have their fill of her.
“Will she be drunk?” I asked myself softly.
It was just an hour before the party was to begin that I got cold feet. Seeing what I saw last night was an accident. If I stay here tonight and watch, that will make me complicit in Vivian’s debauchery. Basically, she is cheating on my dad. Isn’t she?
I decide to go hangout at the local dance club. I spent a good portion of my time sitting at the bar banging down beer after beer.
It was nearing 11pm when a cute little petite blonde came over and sat next to me on a bar stool. “I’ve seen you sitting here by yourself all night, would you be up for a date?” she asked me demurely.
“A date? Isn’t it a little late to be starting a date?” I replied not catching the drift of what she is offering. “Not that sort of date sweetie,” she chuckled. “I have a motel room across the street and we could go get naked,” she told me with a huge grin.
“You? You’re a…” I gasped. “Sssssshhh! Let’s not tell the whole club sweetie. “It’s late baby. I’ll give you an hour for half of what I usually charge,” she answered. “And how much would that be?” I asked curiously. “A hundred and twenty five dollars,” she answered,
There were a couple of moments of silence while I considered her offer. She is a good looking sexy petite girl. I have often wondered what it would be like to fuck a prostitute. For half price? Could I really turn that down?
“I don’t have any condoms,” I told her. Although I
really do want to fuck this little blonde, I do not want to catch some disease off of her. I am dearly hoping she has some with her. “Of course baby! I have loads of them,” she chuckled.
The girl wrapped her arm in mine while we walked to the corner to cross the street to the hotel. My eyes enjoyed looking down her cleavage in her plunging dress.