Chapter 55 #2
Aw, she’s thinking of me. That’s what Jamie hoped as Chelsea came near Etta in her pink negligee and was quickly brushed off.
The woman didn’t even want to be tempted, not that she could fall into non-monogamous temptation.
Not like Kennedy, whose hands were all over Grace, wedding ring glistening on her hand.
Chelsea turned away from Etta, scorned, but setting her sights on a new target. “Come on, don’t you remember the fun we had that one time?” she asked Ira. “It’s been too long.”
They didn’t hide any leering in her direction, but Ira did whip out their phone and say that if they even so much as touched Ira, the phone would go off. Thanks, but no thanks.
The girls started pouring more alcohol in earnest. Soon enough, the room went from quiet, elegant conversations about stock prices and recent acquisitions to boisterous, bawdy tales of sex and, of course, kink.
Jamie was most aghast at one guest slapping Chelsea on the ass and telling her she had hot tits.
So the party went into overdrive.
Sex changed everything. So did the dimming of the lights, and Holly unthreading her corset so her breasts occasionally fell out for everyone to see. Well, if she’s got the goods… Jamie’s eyes pushed against the hole in the wall so she could better see the sights.
“Thought I overheard you saying you liked flowery pussy,” Holly purred into one woman’s ear, close to Jamie’s spying spot. “Let me show you mine. The most flowery bud you’ve ever tasted.”
Even Jamie needed to fan herself.
“Well, this party is heating up,” Adele said, eyes glued to Holly’s breasts as she sauntered to Jem next.
These women wanted to get money before the guests passed out drunk.
Monique? She wouldn’t stop any of the married or otherwise taken guests from indulging.
After all, the biggest appeal of her business was the discretion she offered.
As long as none of them went after Helen, she stayed mum.
Besides, how is she supposed to know who has a deal with their partner?
Kennedy wasn’t the only one in the room in an open relationship.
“All right, fess up,” Jem finally shouted, perhaps one of the most intoxicated guests in the room. She slapped her hand on the table in front of Etta. “What’s it going to take to get you with one of these women?”
Etta’s jaw clenched, but she did not lose her manners. “A lot more than you offer.”
“You sure about that?” Ira called. “We’re some of the richest dumbasses around. One of us alone could buy you all five of these girls for the night. In fact, it’s your party, so we insist.”
Applause appeared again. Some guests toasted, others got out their wallets, asking the girls and Monique how much it would be to secure them all for their friend Etta.
“At least a hundred grand,” she coolly said, before returning to her Shirley Temple.
“Don’t worry about cash. I have all your credit cards on file. ”
“Split it however many ways here!”
Kennedy flicked Grace’s chin as she not-so-covertly rubbed her breasts against her patron. “For the bachelorette, my dear. Make sure she’s happy tonight. There’s always next time for you and me… and my wife.”
“Anderssen has the right idea,” another guest said. “They and that harpy of theirs have fucked half of us in this room as it is! That’s what you need to do, Coleman. Get that new wifey of yours on board with a mistress of your own. Keep the fervor going forever.”
“I wish my wife would go for that,” Richard sighed. “I get tired of hiding my charming gal in London. Would be so much easier if Francesca knew and didn’t divorce me for it!”
Jamie was amazed –yet not at all – at the number of guests who admitted to cheating on their significant others.
At least it’s none of them I know… aside from Richard.
Ira was given shit for not touching another woman since they first royally boned Kathleen under a year ago.
Jem admitted that she often looked, but would never touch.
The consensus around the room was that such a thing was acceptable.
Even Etta nodded, and she was on her third glass of scotch.
Monique returned from wherever she had gone for a few minutes.
She bent down and whispered something in Helen’s ear.
They both glanced at the peephole and then at Etta.
Whatever they were going to do didn’t have a chance to transpire, for the room erupted into a frenzy of tasteless jokes and naked women everywhere.
“I’m tired of being ignored!” Holly announced, leaping on the table in front of Etta. “Are you going to get handsy with me or not, Ms. Bachelorette? I wanna see what you’ve got under those clothes of yours.”
Adele was the only one who widened her eyes. She quickly took another drink of scotch and briefly fanned herself as Holly stripped off the rest of her clothes, set to the low hum of a wordless beat coming from somewhere.
The girls took turns stripping in the center of the room while the guests smoked, drank, and gazed upon the bodies slinking around them.
More than one lamented that the girls had already been reserved for Etta later.
Monique sweetly insinuated they may be available later that night and was brusquely asked if she gave discounts for the sloppy seconds.
The awful glare she leveled at the guest in question made them shrink into the shadows.
“Everyone,” she announced around nine, when the guests were laughing at graphic descriptions of sex with their partners and mistresses, “the next phase of the party will be held in the Cigar Lounge. I hope you enjoy the other talent I’ve hired for tonight.
And cognac. Both things are waiting for you there. ”
Most of the guests got up and followed Monique out of the room. She and Helen exchanged one last glance before the wife got up and kissed Kennedy Anderssen on the cheek. Both of them held Etta down in her seat.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Helen said. “It’s your bachelorette party. We’ve politely paid for these women to be yours tonight, and we intend to make sure our money isn’t wasted.”
Etta looked about as amused as a cat trapped in a cage. The five girls surrounding her chair – and butting Adele out of the way – either crawled or sauntered straight up to her. Most of them barely had thongs on.
“Look, coming from two married bitches,” Kennedy said, trying not to make eyes with her mistress as she rubbed one of Etta’s shoes, “take our word when we say you need to seize this opportunity. Isn’t that right, Warner?”
“Don’t tell Monique, but I had all sorts of fun on my bachelorette party.
” She was bold, saying that in front of Monique’s employees…
and in front of Jamie, whom Helen knew was watching.
So, she’s probably lying. “There was this one fox of a woman… Anneke, I think her name was… she did things with her tongue I’ll never get to experience again. ”
“I should kick your ass for admitting that.” Did Etta actually look angry? Even Jamie had to admit her fiancée needed to lighten the fuck up.
“Either way, I may be a dirty swinger,” Kennedy continued, “but even I can’t deny how good it feels to be single, and that was ten years ago.
Take our word for it, Coleman. You’ll never have this chance again.
I can vouch for Grace’s talents. You should go for her first. I don’t mind.
” She laughed. “Need an upper? I know your ex-girlfriend stocks it here.”
“Excuse me, that’s my wife,” Helen replied.
“See how small our circle is? Come on, nobody will say a thing. Jamie will never know.”
Etta didn’t say anything out loud, but her glare at both women said everything.
“I’m… going to excuse myself. See what’s happening in the other room.” Adele got up, eyes lingering on someone’s bare ass as she backed out of the room. “Have fun, Etta.” She ran.
“Now that we’ve scared off the other ex-girlfriend,” Kennedy said, hand squeezing Etta’s shoulder. “We think it’s time you enjoy one of your last nights as a free woman. Remember, we won’t tell Jamie.”
“Nope. Nobody will tell her a thing.”
Helen and Kennedy left after that, murmuring to one another. The moment the door closed a final time, June took over, the queen bee of the working girls.
“You are one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen,” she cooed, draping her naked body across Etta’s lap. “What can we do for you, ma’am?”
Grace popped up, her smaller breasts jiggling right next to Etta’s face. Don’t make me come kill any of you… “We’ve heard rumors about you, Ms. Coleman.”
Holly reiterated this point, down by Etta’s thigh, which she couldn’t stop touching. I’m killing you first! “We hear you can go for three or four hours!”
“Where the hell did you hear that?” Etta didn’t sound like a woman enjoying her bachelorette life. If anything, she looked like she was about to shake all these women off and storm into the sunset. My darling! “Let me guess. From your boss.”
“She’s told us a lot about you over the months,” June continued. She reached behind Etta’s head and gave Chelsea a signal. That woman leaped up behind Etta’s chair, one leg curling over the back as she began to grind. “Like the fact you’ve got a nice body.”
“I used to work in an antique shop,” Chelsea said, running fingers up Etta’s leg. “I was a pearl polisher, if you know what I mean.”
“No offense, but I doubt you’re as good as my future wife.”
Low ooohs went around in a circle, June grinning in great delight at that unexpected comeback.
Holly turned away so Etta wouldn’t see her frown.
“If you don’t wanna touch right now, that’s all right.
” June snapped her fingers at Yvette. “The misses Yvette and Grace are well adept, if you would rather watch.” On this cue, Grace pounced on Yvette, the two of them digging right into making merry not two feet away from Etta’s chair.
Jamie would have gasped at the blatant display, but she didn’t want to make any sounds.
“That’s quite impressive,” Etta said in her droll tone. Yet even from her distance, Jamie could see she fought arousal. “But I’m afraid I’m not interested. You’re wasting your time. Maybe you should go try to make some extra money for yourselves… and your madam.”
Holly had a look that suggested she thought that was a grand idea. “We’ve been paid to serve you tonight, ma’am. We can wait for you to be ready.”
“We’re very patient.”
“It’s no big deal.”
Chelsea got too close to her face. With her pussy, that is.
“All right,” Etta announced, hands slamming on the arms of her chair. “I’m sorry, ladies, but it’s not happening. Do tell your madam not to charge those cards on my behalf. I’d feel terrible if those fine people didn’t get their money’s worth.”
June was the first to back off. “Come on,” she said. “She can change her mind later.”
One by one, the five young women departed the room, some looking coyly over their shoulders while the others pretended Etta didn’t exist at all. When Etta was left alone a few seconds later, she collapsed in her chair, releasing the biggest pent-up breath Jamie ever heard.
There her fiancée was, alone during her bachelorette party, having turned down five sensual sex experts that she didn’t have to pay for. On one hand, Jamie was relieved that Etta hadn’t considered betraying her. On the other? What the fuck was her problem!
Monique was right. She’s monogamous to a fault. It should have been more endearing than sad. Etta was probably unable to enjoy her own damn party because of the guilt she felt inside. Did she even want to be there tonight?
“What a fucking world.” Etta pulled out her phone from her back pocket.
Jamie’s phone buzzed in her bag beside her.
“I love you.”
Before Jamie had the chance to digest what had happened, the door to the lounge opened. In walked Adele, eyes set on Etta as she closed – and locked – the door behind her.