Lip Service – By CJ Warrant #4
The idea of setting up a sex party is intriguing. Heck, I already saw two men jacking each other off in the bathroom. This has to be the next step up. Right? Or am I already in way over in my head? Am I confident enough to handle events like these?
“Ava, these people are close friends and very important to me. Are you able to help me?”
I straighten my spine, knowing I’m going to need all my energy, and face Guin. “Yes. I’ll do my best.”
She smiles, takes my hand, and squeezes my fingers. That simple gesture eases the knot in my chest. “That’s terrific.” She walks over to her desk and picks up a small stack of papers and a pen. “Please carefully read the NDA and then sign it.”
I read through the paragraphs explaining the different levels of play, some of which I’ve never heard of, at the parties.
But then again, I’ve never done—or even attended—an adult party before.
What surprises me is the level of privacy this company promises for their clients.
I can’t discuss any events with anyone outside the company, nor with anyone within RLS who isn’t involved with the event.
I initial several sections and sign my name at the bottom of the last page.
The look of surprise on Guin’s face has me slightly giddy. “I guess I’m all in. So, what is the theme of this party?”
“It’s a library theme. Particularly romance and romance books. All the products you need are already on site, along with two assistants.” A cell phone on her desk rings. “Give me a moment,” she says, before she picks up the phone and steps out of the room.
Excitement begins drilling through my veins as I envision what romance and romance books could look like in a library format. Since I don’t know what the other coordinator ordered, I really need to get to the party site.
Guin walks back, a little more vigor in her step. “I have great news. My son and one other will be joining you today.”
“Your son?” I ask, worry beginning to seep in. I didn’t even realize she had a son. “Is he going to tell?—”
“Oh, my goodness, no. Ava, you’re in charge. Brodrick is only there to help. Tell him what you want and he’ll do it. I promise he won’t be a hindrance.”
I nod, but my stomach is twisting again. “Alright. All I need now is the address.”
Brodrick
John and I pull up to the McKenna Estate, where four guards stand sentinel at the wrought iron gate.
“IDs, gentlemen,” one of the guards requests as he bends slightly and looks into my BMW.
“Hey, Logan,” I say, since I recognize him. When Logan isn’t working as a guard, he’s a fitness instructor and personal trainer at RLS’s gym, and it shows.
We pull out our identifications, and I pass them to him.
“Hi, Logan. Has the new event coordinator arrived yet?” John asks, practically climbing onto my lap to get a glimpse of the handsome bodyguard.
“Yes. About two hours ago, Mr. Garrett,” Logan says with a chuckle, as he swipes our licenses and passes them back to us. “She’s something else.”
“What does that mean?” John asks, leaning even closer to the driver’s window.
“Do you want to drive?” I glare at him.
John slides back into his seat with grin. “Well?” he insists.
Logan bends deeper into the window, so he can see John’s face. “Let’s just say she doesn’t fit the RLS mold, but that’s a good thing, because she’ll fit right in soon enough.”
“I really hate your cryptic crap,” John grumbles.
“Have fun,” Logan says with a wink.
“We’re here to work, not play,” I grouse.
“Knowing you two, I’m sure you’ll find the time for both.” Logan waves at a man in the small guard house to open the gate.
I drive up the long driveway, and the massive 1930s Georgian-Revival limestone three-story mansion comes into view.
Robert McKenna, a tech billionaire, and his wife, Melina, are best friends with my mother.
They bought this place five years ago for the privacy it offers.
The eighteen-acre property is surrounded by trees and heavily landscaped, with a security system that even the Pentagon would approve of.
“I still can’t get over how huge this place is,” John says as he studies the scope of the pristine lawn.
“Me neither.” I drive past the five-car garage and park near the rear service entrance, per RLS rules.
“What do you think Logan meant when he said that she doesn’t fit in, but will soon—and what is her name again?” John asks while looking at his face in the visor mirror.
“Ava, I think, and I try not to decipher anything Logan says,” I say as I turn off the engine. “Are you ready, pretty boy?”
John slices a wicked smile my way, which does stupid things to my dick. He leans towards me and waggles his brows. “Do we have time for?—”
A hard knock on my window jolts us apart. We both look and see Robert McKenna and his wife of thirty-two years peering in.
“None of that, you two. Save it for the party,” Robert says with a wink.
“Because we all like to watch you two play,” Melina adds with a smirk.
I get out of my car and shake Robert’s hand, and then kiss Melina on the cheek. “John and I are here in a professional capacity this time.”
“Rick’s right. We’re here to work, not play.” John rounds the front of the car and greets the McKennas the same way I did.
“That’s a shame. But you two will change your mind once you see how this new coordinator works,” explains Robert as he leads us through the mansion and into the back kitchen, where the chefs are making the hors d’oeuvres.
“What are you talking about?” John asks, as he steals a crab croquette.
“Behave,” I warn my lover.
“But they’re my favorite,” John complains as he sucks the tip of his thumb.
Before I get a chance to reprimand him, we enter a room that was once was used to host dances. The two-thousand-square-foot space has been transformed into a fairytale, straight from the books.
“I told Ava—she’s the new coordinator—anyway, I told Ava that I wanted to change it up a little, and Robert agreed with me, and bring my love of romance books to life. And she did it. Can you believe it? I hope Guin snags this girl, because she is so talented.”
I wouldn’t have believed it if I wasn’t seeing it for myself. “She did this all on her own?” I ask with astonishment as my eyes bounce around the space.
“Oh. My. God.” John spins around, trying to take everything in.
“See what I mean? It’s like Ava brought my vision to life,” Melina trills in delight. “Okay. Our guests will start arriving in a few hours, so I have to get ready. Giselle is here to dress me for this theme. See you later, boys.” She waves at us and waltzes out of the room.
“Damn, I love that woman,” Robert says as he watches his wife walk away. “When you find your third, don’t let them go.” He squeezes me and John on the shoulder, and then walks out.
“Our third,” John echoes softly, his eyes wide with surprise. “Did you tell him?”
“No. But Robert is an observant man,” I admit, rubbing the back of my neck.
From the moment John and I started seeing each other, we knew we wanted more for our relationship. Don’t get me wrong, we’re happy both in and out of bed. But we still feel… incomplete. We need our third person. We just haven’t found them yet.
“You’re the woman in the sun,” John declares, his smile widening.
I turn around, wanting to see the woman John was describing to me on the ride here. The second I see her face, shock stiffens my spine. It’s the woman from the bathroom. This is Ava?
Her mouth drops open as her wide eyes bounce between me and John. “Why are you two here?” she asks shakily, as she juggles an arm full of books.
“Let me take those.” John grabs the load out of her arms. “Where do you want them?”
She glances at John, then points to the table set up next to a large dragon on display, along with a cowboy on a horse, in the same scene.
“What is the dragon and the cowboy for?” John asks, his brows furrowed in confusion.
“It’s for the Western romantacy section—now why are you here?” she repeats suspiciously.
“I’m Brodrick, and that’s John. We’re here to help you.
Didn’t my mother tell you we were coming?
” I ask, studying the long, flowy skirt.
It reminds of the technicolor dreamcoat from that Broadway show I saw with my mother years ago—a patchwork of different colors and designs, nearing boho-chic.
She’s paired it with a simple white, half-sleeved shirt that fits loosely on her body.
“I thought your name is Rick?” she blurts, then a full bloom of pink flushes across her slender neck and up onto her cheeks.
I wonder what made her blush like that. The only time we’ve met was in the bathroom… Oh, shit. Was she in the bathroom when John and I were getting each other off?
“All done. What’s next?” John asks, pausing for a moment to study her before he turns to me. “What did you say to her to make her blush so prettily?”
“She called me Rick,” I explain.
“No, I didn’t. I said I thought your name was Rick,” she says defiantly.
John swivels his head back to Ava and a knowing smile reaches his face. “Since you know Rick here, I’m John Garrett. What’s your name?”
“This is Ava, the woman I told you I’d met in the bathroom,” I inform him.
“This is the one ?” John’s eyes widen, then a wide smile split across his face.
Ava’s skin goes from light pink to a deeper tone, and I wonder if her ass cheeks would bloom that color if I smacked it a few times while I fucked it.
“If you’ll excuse me, I have to finish setting up. If you want to help, then the Western romantasy section needs organizing.” Ava raises her chin, meets our eyes, and rushes out of the room like her skirt is on fire.
“I know what you’re thinking,” John whispers huskily.
“But was I right? She’s beautiful.”
“Wait a second, babe. Slow your horse. We don’t know her, and we certainly don’t know if she’d be into the life we want. Let’s get to know her before we invite her into our ménage.”