Stalker Problems - Chapter 64 - Monkey Party
I could hardly believe my eyes as we pulled up to the pier.
“Wow,” I said.
“Right?” agreed Chastity. “That’s the biggest yacht I’ve ever seen. It’s like a mini cruise ship.”
“Huh?” I hadn’t even noticed the yacht. I’d been too busy staring at Tanner standing on the pier.
The way the lights on the pier reflected on his metallic blue tuxedo was captivating.
But I was more intrigued by how much leg he was showing, because the bottom half of his tuxedo ended a few inches above his knees.
Tuxedo shorts. Most men couldn’t have pulled it off.
But he had the confidence to make it work - matching Crocs and all.
Yeah, my boyfriend was hot AF.
I hardly even waited for Nigel to bring the limo to a stop before I jumped out and ran over to Tanner.
He lowered his Spaceboy-style visor and gave me the up-down as I approached.
Guess he likes my outfit as much as I like his.
“Are you stalking me, baby?” he asked as he pulled me into his arms. He didn’t wait for a response. He just kissed me like he hadn’t seen me in years. He groaned into my mouth.
God, he was so sexy. I wanted him to do that again and again. I buried my fingers in his hair to deepen the kiss.
His hand slid to my ass and squeezed before he pulled back. “Welcome to my yacht,” he said, gesturing to the massive boat behind him.
“ Your yacht?” I asked.
“Who else’s yacht would you expect me to use?”
There was no way one person owned such a big yacht. “Stop messing with me.”
“I’m not. Come on, I’ll give you a tour before everyone else arrives.”
Chastity, Nigel, and I followed him around the massive ship.
Each room was more impressive than the next.
It was like we were in a floating castle.
Complete with a two-story foyer, an old-fashioned armory, a great room the size of my secret closet, and lots of caged monkeys in space helmets and… lederhosen?
“Why are the monkeys wearing lederhosen?” I asked.
Tanner tilted his head to the side. He seemed as confused as I was. “Nigel? Could you please explain?”
“Of course, Master,” he said with a little bow. “You asked me to get them something spacious.”
“No,” said Tanner. “I said to get them something space-y . As in, pertaining to outer space.”
“Well that was very unclear. But I think it’s safe to categorize this as a happy accident, because the monkeys look quite dapper. I dare say they’ll be the talk of the party. And they’ll be comfortable in their spacious outfits.”
I’d only ever seen lederhosen on Nigel and the monkeys. And it didn’t look all that spacious to me. If anything it looked tight and uncomfortable. If I was one of those monkeys I’d be screaming and getting naked. But they looked happy enough. Maybe Nigel was right.
“As ridiculous as it is, I think this will be good,” said Chastity.
“People on Twitter won’t be able to stop talking about these little cuties.
Isn’t that right?” She stuck her arm in a cage and petted one of the monkeys.
It grabbed her arm and pulled her closer while another one tried to unzip her bodysuit.
“Ah! You naughty little monkey!” She got free and swatted his hand away just in time.
“Be careful,” said Nigel. “They’re a bit handsy.”
Chastity shrugged. “Can’t blame them for having good taste. Let’s hope Spaceboy acts the same way.”
“When you say Spaceboy…” said Tanner. “Do you mean the entire band? Or just DJ Spaceboy?”
“Hopefully all of them. But I’d settle for just one if I had to.”
“Good luck with that. I tried to get you a backstage pass, but they said they don’t do that sorta thing. And I’ve tried multiple times to get them to join the Society. Apparently they’re too focused on their music to have any fun.”
Chastity waved his comment away. “Sounds like a fun challenge. Where can I find them?”
“If they didn’t show, I’ll be happy to fill in,” offered Nigel. “I’ve been working on a new single that is…what are the kids saying these days?” He stroked his wispy mustache. “It’s a bop. My bars are straight fire.”
I stared at him. Was Nigel an aspiring rapper? If so, I needed to hear it.
“I would love that,” said Tanner. “But unfortunately Spaceboy is already in the building. The concert will be starting in…” He checked his watch.
“Five minutes. Wow, we better get up there or we’re gonna miss it.
” He led us through a twisted maze of magnificent rooms until we came out on the roof deck of his yacht.
About a hundred people all dressed in wild metallic outfits were all milling around.
The main dance floor was sectioned off by black drapes. We walked over and peered through.
Spaceboy was performing on the other side, but their only audience was a couple in their pajamas snuggled up on a couch. They were some influencers we’d paid to livestream the whole thing.
“How many views do we have so far?” I asked.
Chastity pulled out her phone. “Only about 1K so far. The feed looks good though.”
I looked over her shoulder. It did look good. The way they were filming it really made it look like they were in their basement watching Spaceboy on TV.
“I hope this works,” I said. In theory, it felt like the perfect plan to get people talking about Wineflix and Chill. But it wasn’t a sure thing.
The girl on the couch sat up and turned to her husband. “Want some wine?”
“Sure,” he said. “What do we have?”
“How about some Wineflix and Chill?”
“What’s that?”
The girl shrugged. “I dunno. The box says something about turning an ordinary night into a party.” She poured them each a glass.
Here we go.
The second they took a sip, things went NUTS.
The base dropped. The curtains all disappeared.
Fireworks went off. And we all rushed the dance floor.
Not just me, Chastity, Tanner, and Nigel.
But everyone. In the blink of an eye the quiet scene of some couple snuggling in the basement had turned into a wild party.
Even the couple tore off their pajamas and started dancing.
The best part, though, was the monkeys. They were all dancing in their cages and swatting at the UFO-style drones flying all around.
“You pulled it off!” yelled Tanner over the music as he spun me around.
“ We pulled it off,” I yelled back.
Dancing always made me feel so self-conscious, but Tanner’s gaze on me made all my worries melt away.
For once in my life, I didn’t care if I looked like a fool.
As long as Tanner liked what he saw, I was perfectly happy to dance my heart out.
I just mimicked every move he made. Or at least…
I tried to. He had a move for everything.
And he never seemed to get tired. That was good news for what I suspected we’d be doing later that night…
My favorite dance of the night was when we went over to one of the cages and mimicked what the monkeys were doing.
Actually, that’s not true. My favorite dance was when Tanner led something called a quadrille. It was like a weird formal square dance sorta deal. It made absolutely no sense to do it to a Spaceboy song, but that just made it even more fun.
Thanks to Chastity, the quadrille quickly devolved into her just grinding on every guy she could find.
I was happy to follow her lead and grind on Tanner. And based on his raging boner, I was pretty sure I was doing a good job.
“I have a surprise for you!” he yelled.
“What is it?” I yelled back. “You gonna cream your shorts?” Just as I said it, the song ended and everything was completely quiet. Except for me. Asking Tanner if he was gonna cream his shorts. Fuck my life.
Everyone stared at me.
It felt like the silence lasted a lifetime. But then Chastity yelled, “Hey Spaceboy!” She pointed at one of the dancers, unzipped her suit, and let her tits free.
All the guys on the dance floor cheered for her. And then Spaceboy started playing again.
Bless your slutty soul, Chastity! She was a lifesaver.
I rushed off the dance floor, hoping that if I disappeared quickly enough no one would remember what I had just done.
“Sorry about that,” I said.
Tanner laughed. “Sorry for what? Not making me cream my shorts? I admit, you were close. Where’d you learn to dance like that?”
“No idea.” That was a lie. I knew exactly where I’d learned to dance like that. I’d never been confident enough to dance in public, but I happened to love jamming out to a Nelly CD I’d pilfered from my older brother. “Where’d you learn that weird square dance thing?”
“You learn a lot of different dances when you move all over. Anyway…do you want your surprise?”
“So you do want me to grind on you until you cum?” I spun around and shook my ass for him.
He slapped my ass and then gave me a good squeeze.
God.
“I want that very much, yes. But that’s not your surprise. Come with me.” He took my hand and led me down some stairs to a lounge area with a bar. We were the only ones there.
I was like 99% sure that his surprise was going to involve cum. But now I was starting to think it was going to end up somewhere other than his shorts.
“So what’s my surprise?” I not so subtly pushed my breasts together for him.
“Well aren’t you eager. Let’s get something to drink first.” He opened the fridge. There were tons of beers, a few bottles of liquor, some bottles of water. And then I saw the crown jewel of party drinks.
“Is that Kool-Aid?” I asked.
Tanner grabbed the pitcher of red juice and spun it around to check the handwritten label. It was indeed Kool-Aid. “Looks like it. You want some?”
I nodded and he poured some into a solo cup for me.
I’d already had a few glasses of wine upstairs.
Which was probably why I’d yelled about him creaming in his shorts.
It was best not to drink any more around Tanner.
Because drinking made it much more likely that I’d either embarrass myself or try to rape him.
And as much as I thought he wanted it, I didn’t want to make any more mistakes.
I took a big sip and scooched onto a bar stool. “ Now can I have my big surprise?” That sounded way more sexual than I’d meant for it to. But really…I wanted my big surprise.
He pointed at my cup. “You’re drinking it. I know how much you loved it as a kid.”
“Oh…” I tried to hide my disappointment but failed miserably.
And how did he know that I loved Kool-Aid as a kid?
Was his PI really that good? If so, maybe there was a chance we’d find Rosalie after all.
I took a huge sip. It was nothing compared to the sex I’d thought he was gonna surprise me with, but it was still delicious.
“Wow, I didn’t think you’d actually fall for that. I swear you get more gullible by the hour.”
I glared at him. “I’m going to murder you in your sleep.” But the joke was on him. I freaking loved Kool-Aid.
He laughed. “Not after you see my real surprise.” He tossed me a small package. About the size of a ring box.