Chapter 14
Benson
This was not his first party like this. To the point that Benson was perfectly aware of how he came off and how he watched the others having their fun, sometimes with strangers, sometimes with people they had already fooled around with that weekend.
Because, while the orgy that marked the finale of another season at La Mariposa was meant to keep people coming and going for hours, it was also an excuse to socialize and have some drinks in an erotic atmosphere.
The nightclub had been transformed. Last night, there had been a sweaty dance party with sex in the back rooms, but tonight, the whole room had been opened up.
As soon as Benson discreetly checked in and received his mask, which he reluctantly donned on his face, he scoped out the lay of the land.
Subtle lights, sensual electronic music, and hostesses clad in black from head to toe created an atmosphere that welcomed guests to get drinks at the fully stocked bar, where they could either enjoy them at bistro tables – currently staffed with naked Butterflies in only white masks – or on one of the couches against the walls.
Farther back, as he discovered while making his lap, the zone affectionately called “stranger danger” by regular guests was empty. The party wasn’t in full swing yet.
There were so many naked women there already that Benson struggled to recognize Brim among all of the beautiful breasts, fantastic asses, and dew-touched skin that was barely illuminated under the low lights.
All of the Butterflies wore identical masks to make it more obvious who was available and who was working in a non-sexual capacity.
And, damnit, Benson should have known Brim immediately.
Unless she wasn’t there. But she had said she would be…
unless someone asked for her in their room that night…
Benson tried not to think about it. If the last thing I do with her is come on her face…
He ordered a drink from a redheaded bartender who wore a black corset and not much else.
After adding it and her tip to his room, he went into the middle of the space and sat on an empty couch.
Already, some of the other guests – many of whom only wore shorts or pants, or nothing at all, honestly – approached the available Butterflies.
Some of them clearly knew each other already, and some beelined for the unknown. Still, he did not see Brim.
The party would be underway soon. In about fifteen minutes, there would be people having sex all around him, and he would be cajoled to join in.
And, damnit, this was exactly his kind of mood when he was into it.
Brim read me to filth earlier. She recognized him as a deviant who liked sharing his partner with other men, as long as it was acknowledged that he was still the center of attention.
Almost ruined my life once. No, not with Sydney, who had never been into it, despite how many times she tried to claim otherwise while they had awkward threesomes that somehow left Benson feeling guilty.
She had never truly understood this part of his nature, and it was something he had sidelined to keep their marriage afloat. Until it wasn’t worth it anymore.
It wasn’t what ended our marriage. Benson could handle monogamy just fine if that was what his beloved coveted. There had been other problems in his marriage.
But he was long divorced. Since then, there had been other serious relationships, all with people who enjoyed this part of him. He made sure of it.
Yet it still almost ruined my life.
“Hey.” A nude woman sauntered up to him, already on patrol to get him fully undressed.
“I’ve seen you around, stud. But I don’t think we’ve made our acquaintanceship yet.
” She leaned against the back of the couch, her nudity nearly pressing up against him.
“I’m Monarch. We should get to know each other tonight. ”
Yes, he knew her. He recognized her from other seasons at La Mariposa.
We are both frequent flyers, aren’t we? But Benson had never intimately known her, outside of seeing what she got up to around the island.
She wasn’t his type. No, not because she’s clearly my age, if not older.
Monarch was a more extreme version of what he liked in a woman – she wanted everyone at least once.
A “cock collector,” as one of his old friends had quipped when they were here at the same time.
He let her flirt with him, even going as far as having her hand rest on his chest. She smelled like freshly washed hair and perfume, two signs that she had been busy that afternoon and washed up in between her afternoon liaison and the party.
I know another woman who was very busy today.
That wasn’t Benson’s issue. Perhaps he was saving himself.
“I’m just taking it in right now,” he told her, hoping it would politely send her elsewhere.
There were more Butterflies than guests at the party, so he had his pick if Brim never showed up.
She told me I should. As long as I promised to think of her.
He could do that. Think of her the whole time I’m with someone else, I mean.
As long as she promised to do the same, wherever she was.
“I appreciate the offer for company, though.”
When Monarch moved, it wasn’t to leave the couch. Instead, she hoisted herself up, her chest in his face. “At least let me give you a lap dance first. Even if you don’t want me, sugar, I can at least get you ready to party. Because we are going to party in here tonight, so help me.”
I’m sure you’re all about the orgy. She screamed it from her sinew. Any other time, and he might finally take her up on it. But…
As she gyrated over his lap, doing her best to entice him to touch her, another woman entered the room. A woman with beautiful dark locks and a curvy ass sculpted by God.
Brim.
She was looking around the room. For him?
Because, as Benson astutely noticed, some of the other guys now had their eyes on naked Brim as she sultrily stalked the couch-infested room looking for a good time.
Already, a couple of other Butterflies enticed three guests to go farther back into the club with them.
The intention was obvious. It’s orgy time.
And Brim was prime pickings.
“Sorry.” Benson gently escorted Monarch to the side of the couch. “Maybe later.”
“Oh. All right.” As if to prove a point, Monarch leaned over the arm of the couch, her pussy right in his line of sight. She used the opportunity to wave down someone she knew. As loud flirtations filled the air, Benson looked for Brim again.
She was sitting right next to him.
“You found me,” he said, attempting to ignore the other woman who smelled like shampoo and Chanel No. 5. “Wasn’t sure you’d be here.”
“I was late.” Brim adjusted her lacy white mask. Hope that doesn’t get in the way of a pretty Butterfly sucking me off. He supposed he would find out. “Almost got into trouble.”
“And why were you late?” he asked.
She shrugged, coquettish. Now they were both ignoring Monarch’s shenanigans as she pulled over a guest and rubbed the front of his boxers. Take it to another couch, please. Benson only had eyes for Brim… and what he had in mind as her date at this party.
“I had to recover, okay?” Her hand was on his thigh, lightly massaging his flesh. “There’s been a lot of, uh, attention this weekend, let alone today. I had to take a nap, and I overslept. I haven’t even had dinner.”
“But you need your strength for this party.” He leaned in, almost missing how Monarch’s leg kicked back and nearly landed her foot on his balls.
Well, she’s busy. Any other night, and Benson would love to watch a Butterfly blow a guy right next to him, but he wanted his eyes on Brim and no one else.
“You’re going to take more than one cock tonight, aren’t you? ”
She slightly smiled in surprise. “I am?”
“Yes. And you will enjoy it, won’t you?”
Her hand came closer to his crotch. He ignored Monarch bounding off the couch, while other men cheered for the guy who had just gotten hard from a pro hummer. Still not interested.
“Suppose I will.”’ Brim batted her eyelashes. “Especially if you’re cheering me on.”
He welcomed her hand on his cock, unrestrained in his light sweatpants. “I’ll be doing more than that.”
Brim’s hand slipped under his clothes. As she languidly stroked him half-erect, he watched as some couples paired off to start the party.
Already, more than one set of couples made out on the other couches as others either looked on or thought about getting involved.
The orgy had rules, of course, but by this point in the weekend, everyone was a lot more comfortable with each other.
Passcodes were exchanged with a lot less trepidation.
Hell, some people forgot them as they just hopped on board.
“Just keep it right there.” Benson put a hand over hers before she could get him too hard.
“You want me to just hold your cock, huh?”
“My emotional support grip.”
She laughed. He did enjoy her girlish laugh. “Naughty man.”
“You like it.”
She shifted her body toward him, hand still on his cock. “I love it.”
“Are you rested up for the party?”
Her nose brushed against his cheek as they toyed with kissing one another. “I always think I can’t do another round until I’m around you.”
Brim was lying. That was the nature of the Butterfly. The money’s too good not to go another round. But he would indulge in the fantasy that he was really that good. And, well, they were both about to benefit tonight.
“You like fucking, don’t you?” Benson asked.
She was slightly taken aback by his candor. “Mm, yes. It’s been a good way to spend one’s weekend.”
“Your supervisors are already aware that you’ve fucked more people than I have this weekend. I know you and them keep track.”
She pursed her lips, as if she kept another secret. Yet her grip on him did not relent. “Oh, yes. They know of every instance of you sticking it in someone.”
“That’s how you get your bonuses.”
Brim shrugged. “They encourage us to be active, yes. It keeps all the guests happy.”
He leaned in closer, tipping her chin toward his face as she resumed languidly stroking his cock. “How about I help you get some more bonuses, Brim? My pleasure.”
She grinned against his cheek. “I’m ready to party, sir.” She whispered into his ear. “When in Rome…”
They kissed, Benson taking his time to explore her mouth with his tongue as she forgot to move her hand.
He didn’t need that, anyway. He’d be plenty hard when the moment called for it.
I’ve made sure I’ll last a nice long time tonight.
She was counting on him. For pleasure. For more money, while he got off on it.
He caressed her body, lightly groping her breasts, her ass, and hooking his hand behind her knee so her leg came over his lap.
As they made out, Brim becoming increasingly hot beneath his touch, they heard the merrymaking of the party under full swing.
Benson didn’t doubt that people were watching them.
Some might even be wondering when they’d get their turn with the woman he had monopolized all weekend.
“We’re going into the back,” he informed her in between kisses. “You know what they call it, right?”
She sounded like a college coed indulging in a campus scandal. “Stranger danger.”
“You know why they call it that?”
“I have a feeling you’re about to demonstrate. What with your experience here and all.”
Anyone else, and that might have sounded like a passive-aggressive jab at his character. But Brim was turned on. She was ready.
He got up, taking her by the hand. Her white heels clicked on the floor behind him as he proudly led her past other guests laughing with each other and other Butterflies checking out who was paired off with whom.
Brim fluffed her hair as they strutted to the back, where the resort spared no expense in making everyone comfortable enough to just let loose.
“Oh, my…” Brim giggled, staying close to Benson as they passed one Butterfly showing what she could do with her ass. “Let’s go down to the end.”
“Exactly what I was thinking.” Benson wanted his own domain. The castles may be humble around there, but one would be his.
The thing about the backroom was that it fed specific fantasies. Namely, singular lounge chairs had been spaced apart with curtains hung up between them. When Benson picked one at the far end, near an alcove covered in lounge pillows, he sat and pulled Brim down with him.
“They call this the stranger danger zone because it just leaves you wide open.” Benson demonstrated by pulling the sheer red curtain over Brim, whose front half was behind the curtain with him, while her back half hung out for everyone to see.
“We could be having fun right here, and some stranger might dare to join in. And I’ll never see him. ”
“Never?” she teased.
“Between the mask, the curtain, and how dark it is over here…” Come on.
Bear with me. “Plus, I don’t want to know.
” He encouraged her hand to get back in his pants and start him up again.
“This is how it’s going to go, Brim.” He enjoyed the way a smile tugged at her lips, as if she were trying to play it cool and not show him how excited she was.
“We’re going to start our own party. And your gorgeous, naked body having the time of its life with my cock is going to invite someone to join us. ”
“Oh, yes…” Finally, she grinned, holding his cock so tightly that he slightly grimaced. “A threesome. At least.”
“You like that?” He used both hands to push her hair back over her shoulders so he could see her whole face, even with the mask on. “Do you want another man to join in?”
“Yes, please.”
“Even after what I did to you earlier?”
She purred as she pulled his cock out of his pants and stroked it with comfortable confidence. “You said it was a preview. I believed you, and treated it as such.”
“Got you wound up, did I?”
“God, this weekend has me feeling like…” Brim almost didn’t finish that thought. Was she sharing something too intimate? Too personal? “Call me a slut. Please.”
“Is that what you are?” He could feed right into that.
“Yes. Fuck, I like saying it out loud.” She bent down, her mouth opening to lick the tip of his cock. “I’m a dirty slut.” That was the last thing she said before slipping half of him into her mouth.
“You’re my slut, Brim,” he told her. “Enjoy it.”
She glanced up at him with nothing but mischief in her eyes. And I’ll enjoy it too.
He meant every word.