“Gawddam fuckin’ sonuvabitch, Denise!” Steve yells at his computer, followed by loud, bent-over laughter.
Emily, who was folding clothes in her and Jackson’s room, comes running down the hall and into the office. “What’s wrong? You okay?”
“You remember what Dee and I were carrying on about in the hot tub last Tuesday?”
Em laughs. “Yeah. You had her bent over the rim puttin’ it to her real good, and the two of you were arguing about whose cock was bigger. Metaphorically speaking, of course.”
“And I told her to ‘Prove it!’? Look at this. She just sent it to me.”
Steve has this huge spreadsheet taking up both big screens.
“Holy fuck. Names, dates, notes, locations, event count, lifetime tally. Gawd. Even when they last submitted doctor clearances. I knew she was anal — don’t go there, Stevie — but this takes the cake.” She chuckles. “I see you in there several times. A bunch of times, really.”
“Well, yeah!”
“Scroll down. How far back does this go?”
It scrolls, and scrolls… and scrolls. He gives up and page-downs to the end.
Emily grumbles, “Looks like about ten years. Gawd. This woman has a problem.”
“What? That she keeps exacting records of her sexual activity?”
“Yeah, but look at the line counter. 863. Scroll back up to the top. I wanna see how current it is.”
“Okay.”
“Fuck, Stevie. She’s had four since you last Tuesday. Tom yesterday, and Jax the day before. Oh. That’s interesting.”
“What’s that?”
“No women.”
“Must be a separate spreadsheet.”
“Or she may not keep track of her ladies.”
“Impossible. Every fucking detail on here. Gotta be separate.”
“Em? It’s not as bad as it looks.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“No. Seriously. Over ten years?”
“Hmm. I guess you’re right. Not quite two a week overall. Wanna write a macro?”
“For what?”
“Counting unique names.”
“Okay.”
A few keystrokes… and it bombs.
“Lemme try again. Oh. I see where I went wrong. Here.”
Emily breaks into hard laughter. “Gawd, Steven!”
“Whaaaaaaat?”
“You’re number two. Behind Tom.”
“Dee and I were hot and heavy before you guys got here.”
“Evidently…” she snickers. “Okay. Scroll to the bottom. Wow. That’s a lot of one-night stands. Nearly all of those have the ‘condom’ column checked. If anything, she’s careful.”
“Oh. That’s sad. Had no idea how bad it was. Denise, you play hard, but sometimes…”
“What’s that, Stevie?”
He highlights a column labelled “R”.
“Sweetie? Look at the name. Clint. You know, from Ronnie’s place. All of the entries for him have the ‘R’ column checked. That column is for keeping track of the times she’s been raped.”
Steve reaches for the tissues to wipe a tear or two in his understanding the big picture.
“You love her, don’t you? I’m not surprised.”
“It’s okay. You’re okay. She’s okay. She and I have been friends for a long time. But really, I had no idea it was this bad.”
After a pause while Steve tweaks the macro, Em asks, “Now that we’re down here, what’s the final count?”
“329 different guys. 31 were rapists. ‘Bout 10%. Guys can be real creeps.”
“Oh, I believe all of your ladies can confirm that. It’s not just Deb, Car, and Ash.”
“You, too?”
“Once. I was asking for it, though.”
“You aren’t justifying it to yourself, are you?”
“No. I was teasing this one guy at a party really hard. Jax was screwin’ someone in another room, and I made the mistake of stripping in front of this guy. He took that as instant permission and pushed me to the floor. Context. Wasn’t fun, but I wasn’t traumatized or anything. Just another cock. Butt bruises hurt for a couple of weeks.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about, Stevie. Now. You know too much about DeeDee. Did you… uh… do the same for her? You’re a spreadsheet wiz. Was this an exchange of your record-keeping?”
“I’ll take The Fifth.”
“Steven Calaway Albertson!” Emily doesn’t know whether to laugh or scowl. She leans into him, pressing a breast into his shoulder. Softly, “Stevie? Who won this penis contest?”
“She did. But not by much. Don’t forget that Cy and I have been swingers for 20 years. I’ve shared a bed with a lot of women. My scoresheet isn’t nearly as detailed. Currently 297 ladies, if you must know.”
“How many per week?”
“Came out to 3.6. Tended to repeat once an affair was established. Not that many single instances.”
“Uh. Stevie. That’s nearly four thousand fucks.”
“Seems about right.” He sighs. “That bother you?”
“Not really. I’m certainly a beneficiary of all that experience.”
“Thank you for saying that. Where are the guys?”
“Havin’ fun in the tub.”
“Good for them. I think we should find the bed and cuddle and whatever.”
“‘Whatever’ sounds like a very good idea at the moment.”
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The following morning…
“Human Resources. This is Denise Watson.”
“Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.”
Bellowing laughter and the clunk of the receiver being set down on her desk can be heard, followed by the sound of a door closing shut.
“Good morning, Stevie! I guess you got my little e-mail.”
“I did. Sister, I always knew you were a mess. Now I have incontrovertible proof!”
“Well the most important point is I WIN!”
“But not by a lot. Remind me. What was the bet?”
“Emily’s strap-on. I won’t make you take Caroline’s stallion.”
“Ouch.”
“No shit.”
“Sweetie, I am so sorry. This is why I called. Column ‘R’. I had no idea it was that bad.”
DeeDee sighs, “Yeah. Live by the sword, die by the sword. Did you read the notes on a couple of those?”
“Uh huh. Three where you said something about ER visits.”
“Yep. Those guys ripped me up pretty bad. I was offline a couple of months after one of ’em. That was the time I was supposedly ‘away’ for so long. Remember?”
“Yeah, I do. It didn’t deter you, though.”
“No, Steven, it didn’t. You know I’m made of sterner stuff. Now let’s talk about your scoresheet. You came up short…”
“Very funny!”
She laughs. “…in a couple of areas, but I did the arithmetic. Four fucking thousand?”
“That’s over 20 years. Well, almost 30 years. I got an early start. And I had to interpolate the earlier stuff from faded memory.”
“You are a motherfucker, Steven, and I’m not talking about Marjorie, either.”
“Yeah. I didn’t write down where some of those earned me black eyes and bruised ribs. Some of my buddies didn’t take well to my doing their moms.”
“I’ll give you this… from what I saw, you tended to stick with your ladies. Not a lot of dump-and-runs.”
“That’s the main reason my notch count is a little lower than yours, in spite of more than twice as much time in the game.”
“Gotta respect that, even though you have a big rep around here for screwin’ the pretty ones.”
“Guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do.”
“Now let’s talk about your column ‘K’. Does that mean what I think it does? Only a dozen or so, but still.”
“Inevitable. All but one were dealt with. That lady refused. To her credit she fucked her husband the next day to make sure that any outcome could be attributable to him.”
“You curious?”
“No. She insisted on not exposing the affair. They had two other kids. We stopped seeing each other after the positive pee stick.”
“You have quite the memory, Steven.”
“Comes with the territory, I guess.”
“Yeah. Aside from you fuckin’ anything that moves, you’re the smartest guy I know, you know.”
“And you know a lot of guys, Dee!”
“Smartass!” she laughs. “Oo. Ten o’clock. One-on-one meeting with Tom.”
“Good, bad, or fuck?”
“I’ll let you figure that one out! ‘Bye, Stevie. Next Tuesday?”
“Sure. Em and I will make room in the bed for you.”
“Good.”
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Dingity ding ding!
Steven doesn’t have to look. That’s Emily’s text alert. He picks up his phone, sitting next to the mouse pad. It’s lunch hour at her job.
“Jax and Dee are in the warehouse again”
“She didn’t get enough?”
“What do you mean?”
“Did Tom at 10”
“Insatiable”
“I must have turned her crank”
“When?”
“Called her this morning about the spreadsheet”
“Explains it”
“You have plans?”
“No. Danny is off today”
“Good or bad?”
“Dunno. Something new tho”
“What?”
“Melissa has been looking at me funny”
“Like how?”
“Like she suddenly knows something”
“Work issues?”
“No. Personal something”
“Is she?”
“Maybe. I suspected”
“Keep me posted”
“You bet I will. TTUL”
“Bye sweetie”
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“Holy fucking shit!” Emily declares as she and Jax step into the kitchen from the garage. She tosses her purse onto the counter so hard it slides off into the sink. Jax sprints to rescue it.
In his office, Steve is startled. “Sweetie? What’s wrong? Something obviously happened at work!”
Jackson is rolling his eyes.
“Melissa!”
“Oh?”
“I told you she was being weird around me!”
“You did. You still have a job?”
“Oh, it’s not that. Like that’s going to change, Tom and everything.”
“Okay. Cut to the chase. There was an event of some sort.”
Jax audibly inhales and exhales, rolling his eyes again.
Cyan steps into the kitchen and leans into Jackson for a kiss. “What’s going on?”
Steve shrugs his shoulders. “We were texting at lunch and Em told me about her boss looking at her funny. Like she had an epiphany about ‘er, I guess. Now something’s happened since. Go ahead, sweetie.”
“We were both in the ladies room an hour before quittin’ time. I don’t know if that was coincidence, or planned on her part.”
“You think you have a stalker in your boss?”
“Don’t know. Anyway. As we were drying our hands, she stepped real close. You know, in my face ‘close’. She says, ‘I know about you and Mr. Harper, and Ms. Watson, and Danny, too. And Jackson and Ms. Watson were fucking in the backup warehouse at lunch.'”
“Oh, shit!”
“‘Oh, shit!’ was exactly my response! ‘Don’t worry,’ she said. Then she threw her wadded-up towel at the sink and, I swear, Stevie, she reaches under my top for my tits, and then pushes in to lay one on me.”
“You kiss back?”
“Hard not to. This was raw desire.”
“She lez?”
“Yep. I suspected that from the beginning. How she remained as oblivious as she was to what was going on for three years mystified me. Somebody must have said something in passing this morning about the others and it all clicked for her.”
“You talk after?”
“Yeah. We took a long break and sat at the picnic table. We had a good chat. I confirmed several things she was guessing at. Her sense of relief was palpable.”
“Does she want in?”
“She’s thinkin’ about it. I told her about Pamina, and the polycule. She was astounded that all our women are bi. ‘Here? In Springfield?‘ I asked her if she frequented that lesbian bar. She said sometimes, but was uncomfortable given the aggressive dykes.”
“Sounds like a candidate for us, sweetheart. She strictly prefer women?”
“Yes, but she’s intrigued by what I told her about you.”
“You know I’ll support you in whatever direction you want to take this.”
“I know. I told her that, too.”
“She have a girlfriend?”
“Between. Broke it off a while ago. Surprised her by marrying another woman.”
“That had to have hurt.”
“She’s still hurting. But that’s where some of her relief is coming from, now knowing there are others around who understand. She was feeling abandoned.”
“Anything we can do to help.”
“Thank you, Stevie. I need some tub time to unwind. You guys with me?”
“We’ll see you out there. Ashley should be home pretty soon, too.”
“She and I will hug and kiss while you fuck ‘er. Seems the right moment for serious lovin’.”
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Everybody is in the tub “taking the waters,” and Em and Ash have broken their hug to give Ash and Steve a little more space to do what they do so well.
“Oh gawd, Stevie. That’s so nice. When did you start doing this slow strokin’ thing?”
“Em and I figured it out a little while ago.”
Em is wearing a huge grin.
“Well it’s wonderful. Em? Are you thinkin’ about introducing your boss to Pamina?”
“In the back of my mind. I’d like to divert Mel’s attention away from me, honestly. Both of ’em need steady girlfriends.”
“That would make sense. The pressure of dating your direct boss especially given that she is probably looking for exclusivity could turn into a serious problem. But you’re willing to sacrifice Pamina? That’s a surprise.”
“Pam’s getting maybe a little too close. Similar thing, I guess. On the other hand, she’s embraced the polycule, so… oh, I dunno. She may not be quite as needy as I think.”
“Well she certainly got off with me last week. And that magic tongue of hers. No hesitation there. She and the girls have a lot of fun, too.”
“Yeah. I’ll talk to her about Melissa. They’ll certainly have something in common to talk about.”
“What’s that?”
“Lickers.”
“Oh. That lez bar downtown.”
“Uh huh. Both of ’em have mentioned being uncomfortable with certain elements there. I’ll betcha they’ll compare notes. You ever try it?”
“Hang on. Stevie? You gonna cum?”
“Tub.”
“I thought we decided that wasn’t a problem.”
“Since when?” Jackson breaks in.
“Jax? I’m the one who deals with the filters.”
Steve confirms, “Yeah. But still don’t want floaters.”
“I guess. Whatever. But keep going anyways, Stevie. Em, went into Lickers just once. I don’t know if it was a day-of-week issue or something, but the crowd that night was entirely butch. I felt like I was ‘fresh meat’ the moment the door closed behind me. I swear, hard-ass butch women are worse than men. Wanna know something funny? Or maybe a little gross?”
“Oh?”
“Two of ’em sitting at the bar had dildos in holsters.”
“Gawd!”
Everybody cracks up.
Jackson quips, “Now don’t hit me for asking, but how big?”
“Oh, don’t worry. Reasonable question, considering. Big. One was a double dong, like that purple-with-glitter thing Patricia sells.”
“And these women were displaying them in public?”
“Yeah. No shit. But it was, after all, a bar full of women with that particular kink.”
“And you…”
“Turned my ass around and got the hell out of Dodge!”
Steve mumbles, “Thousand Oaks.”
“Worse, Stevie. Genuinely surprised to find that here.”
“Want to continue this on a bed?”
“Sure. Everybody okay with that?”
Nods all around. Em asks, “Join you?”
“By all means, lover. Come on.”
=====
Workday has just started. Emily has taken a seat in DeeDee’s office after closing the door behind her.
“Okay, Em. This is obviously something serious if you made the appointment through Sally.”
“It is, Dee. More serious than you want it to be. For one thing, Melissa knows almost everything. She didn’t want to tell me who spilled the beans, but she knows too much.”
“Well shit.”
“Worse.”
“How can it be worse?”
“She came on to me. Bigly.”
“Well that actually makes me feel a little better. She wants in.”
“She’s thinkin’ about it.”
“What’s the ‘almost’?”
“She doesn’t know how hard you play outside of the office. Or my and Jax’s hardcore swingin’. She does know about Danny and me.”
“Well that’s sort of an obvious, Em. Two of her direct employees gettin’ it on? Supervisor intuition answers that.”
“Granted. What now?”
“What bothers me is she’s only partially read-in. Does she know about you, me, and Tom?
“Yes. And you and Jax. She even mentioned you guys’ lunch tryst the other day.”
Dee sighs deeply. “The extracurricular stuff for all of us is going to be a big problem.”
“Maybe. You’re going to have to be the judge of that. I have a thought.”
“What’s that?”
“Have Tom talk to her. Maybe you and Tom. Especially about our lives away from the office. ‘Permission from the big guy,’ in other words.”
“How open is she to alternative lifestyles? She seemed somewhat closeted about her lesbianism, although it was apparent to those of us who know such things. Our gaydar.”
“Yeah, I caught that the first day we were here. It was hard to tell for certain, but she sure laid it on me when she had good reason to believe I was open. After chatting with her, I am thinking about introducing her to my 90% girlfriend.”
“90%? You mean Pamina.”
“Likes to do Steve.”
“All of us do. But that means she’ll have to know the universe.”
“And that’s where I’m needing your counsel.”
“Wow. I think we can frame it in a way that makes some sense to her. She’s certainly smart enough, and considering her sexual orientation she has to be open-minded enough to not be too shocked by the reality. I’m increasingly liking your idea of bringing Tom into the discussion.”
“How about you talk to Tom and Claire about hosting a dinner. You, me, and Mel. Maybe Jax.”
“I dunno. Good idea, but let’s keep it to just the women. Tom’s acknowledgement with all of us there will carry more weight. Anyway, do you suspect who may have said something? We’ve been keeping this between us for a long time.”
“I do. Dennis.”
“Since when?”
“You know that party I invited you to a few weeks back where it conflicted with a gangbang you were staging at Phil’s?”
“Yeah?”
“Catherine invited him as her date. She didn’t know he worked here. Steve had to confront it in the pre-party interview.”
“Yeah, he’s good about doing that screening thing. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was figuring on another party shortly after at the house with you, Tom, and Claire there for the big reveal. Anyway, there was no un-ringing that bell at the time. Steve said he and Cat were emphatic that he absolutely not say anything to anybody at work, even the ones he was told about, and I reinforced that with him. But here we are.”
“Sounds like we need to have the same sort of meeting with Dennis.”
“That will have to take place in Tom’s office.”
“Reading my mind. What are you going to do in the meanwhile?”
“Try to defuse Dennis. Is the apartment free?”
“Yep. Great idea. A good fuckin’ should set his mind straight while you let him know how badly he screwed-up. I already had a real meeting scheduled with Tom at three, but my stuff can wait. It’ll be just Tom, me, and Dennis.”
“He’ll have his tail between his legs when I’m done with ‘im.”
“Good. I think we have a plan. Do me a favor, though.”
“What’s that?”
“Stand up and lose your dress. I already told Sally not to interrupt. We are overdue for some one-on-one.”
Both quickly shed their coverings, and step to each other for a loving embrace.
“We certainly are. Gawd. When did you start wearing a bra, Dee?”
“dePolitte said something to Tom about my showing nips. You know they keep the big conference room at meat-locker levels.”
“Well they’re nice. Too nice to hide.”
“It apparently offended a visiting dignitary.”
“Too bad. Kneel?”
“Please.”
=====
Emily sticks her head into Jackson’s work area on her way back to her desk.
“Hey, sweetheart!” he greets. “Oh, I know that look. Who?”
“Dee.”
Jax whispers, “(I guess you were meeting with her about Melissa.)”
“(Uh huh.)”
“(And the meeting… uh… ‘ran over.’)”
“(Uh huh.)”
He chuckles. “Of course. Lunch plans?”
“Yeah. (Dennis.)”
“Oh?”
“(Pretty sure he was the source.)”
“(Crap. You were concerned.)”
“(With good reason. I hope to fuck him into shutting his mouth.)”
“(There have to be better solutions.)”
“(That’s just the immediate fix. Dee agrees that Tom needs to set the tone with both Dennis and Mel.)”
“(At the same time?)”
“(Oh, no. Not at all. Different approaches, different tenor with each.)”
“(Oh. Okay.)”
“Gotta run. You know.”
“See ya’. Good luck!”
“Thanks!”
=====
Dennis’ office is two doors down the hall.
“Hey!” Em greets.
“Hi! What brings you in here?”
“You doing anything for lunch?”
“Was brown-baggin’ it. You have something else in mind?”
“How does the company apartment sound?”
“Anything to eat there?”
“Yeah, there is.”
She glances around, sees nobody else, and flashes her pussy.
“Really? I mean, really?”
“Uh huh. One condition.”
“Which is?”
“Say nothing to anybody!”
“Gotcha. Time?”
“12:15. Meet you out front at the EV station. We’re plugged in.”
“Okay.”
It was almost noon, so Emily had just enough time to swing past her desk and grab the bottle of sex lube she keeps behind the file folders.
Danny catches her. “(Who’s that for?)” he closes the gap, whispering.
“(Dennis.)”
“(Doin’ him here?)”
“(No. Apartment.)”
“(We talked about not doing him around work.)”
“(That was my intent. He blabbed to Mel.)”
“(Fuck.)”
“(Yeah. This meeting is to get his head straight. Gotta run. We’ll talk later.)”
“(Good luck!)”
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Emily has unplugged the car and is hanging the cable as Dennis walks up.
“Good timing. Let’s go.” Emily hops into the driver’s side, of course. They take off.
“This is unexpected. You sure it’s okay?”
“Definitely. Ms. Watson gave me the key herself.”
“So she knows we’re doin’ this?”
“Didn’t Steve and I fill you in about everything at the party?”
“I guess. That night was one big blur.”
“Yeah, you did seem overwhelmed.”
“How close is the apartment?”
“Real close. Next left, in that complex.”
“Two blocks? We could have walked.”
“One of the conditions we agreed to is we don’t broadcast it that way. Sometimes we even take separate cars and leave the office in opposite directions, looping back behind. Here we go.”
Em leads Dennis to the third floor suite.
“This is nice! Certainly nicer than mine!”
“We keep it mostly for visiting clients, when we need to put on a good face. It comes with maid service, too. Take off your clothes.”
“We in a hurry?”
“Lunch hour fucks that run over draw attention. Here.”
And just like that, Emily has shed her dress and shoes, turned down the bed, and is kneeling on the sheets waiting for Dennis to join her.
“On your back,” she commands. “Good. You appear to be stiff enough.”
Em straddles him for cowgirl and lands it pretty hard.
“OOF! Gawd, Emily. A little gentler would be nice.”
“What are you doing with me?”
“Fucking. Why?”
“What direction are you fucking?”
“Up, I guess.”
“So the two together?”
“Fucking up.”
“Yeah, you seem to be good at that.”
“What did I do?”
“Melissa. You told Melissa.”
“I thought…”
“That she was ‘in’? You thought wrong. We’re in damage control mode now. Why did you rat us out?”
“She was asking the right questions, like she knew. Or made me think she knew.”
“What in the hell would’ve made her think asking you those kind of questions was even appropriate in a work setting? A ‘Got me. I don’t know,’ would have worked, dammit!”
“Uh. I mentioned going to your and Jackson’s party and having a good time. I didn’t elaborate, however.”
“Jesus Christ. Does she know about you and the sex club?”
“Maybe. I don’t know for sure, though.”
“Mel is smart. She put two and two and two together, and obviously put the screws to you to confirm what she had surmised.”
“What are we going to do?”
“Well, we are not going to do anything other than get you off here. I’m a little surprised you’re still hard. You, however, are going to report to Ms. Watson’s office at three o’clock, and she will escort you to a meeting with Mr. Harper. You will have a voicemail to that effect when you get back to your desk.”
“Are they going to fire me?”
“No. But the two of ’em are going to give you a pretty firm ‘discretion’ lecture.”
“Is Melissa in trouble?”
“No she is not. Her, I, and Ms. Watson are planning a dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Harper to discuss all of this. Like Steve did for you, we are reading Mel in.”
“You think she’s going to be part of your ‘in’ crowd?”
“Maybe, but maybe not. She has different priorities with that part of her life. However she and I have become close friends, and I and my family are going to do everything we can to nourish it for her.”
“What about me?”
“Dennis? You’re a nice fuck, and I certainly don’t mind bustin’ your balls about the Melissa thing at the same time I’m making them happy. I personally think you can get over yourself with our party group at the house, but on-the-job shit? This will be the first and last time. Got it?”
He sighs. “I do. I have some things to learn, I guess.”
“You do. Keep in mind we’re trying to do what we can to settle all this back down. So, please, don’t tell Melissa about our little meeting here or that she’s going to be invited to a special dinner. Just don’t. Let Ms. Watson and me handle that. Okay?”
“Okay. What now?”
“Like I said, let’s make your balls happy. I can ride you like this, or take you in doggie or whatever you want, but let’s get you off.”
“Wow. You’re a pistol, Em.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
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“We can only hope this turns out okay, Jax. If it makes it to the Directors it’s going to get really uncomfortable.”
The workday is over, and Emily and Jackson are in their car for the commute back home.
“You think Mel is on board?”
“Yeah, I do. Dinner at the Harpers tomorrow night, and she was actually flattered by the invite. She’s cooler than I thought.”
“So our problem is Dennis?”
Emily grimaces. “Uh huh. I let him know in no uncertain terms that he had fucked up royally. Then Tom and Dee laid into him in a ‘come to Jesus’ meeting after our little lunch thing.”
“You actually fucked ‘im?”
“Yep. Let ‘im have it with both barrels the moment after I stuck it in. Kinda left an impression.”
Jax laughs. “I bet! Did he manage to…”
“Sure did. Now I wonder if we should introduce him to Anna’s BDSM group. He came really hard after I had verbally abused him as badly as I did.”
“How? Not that fake insulting and belittling shit, I hope. Not your style.”
“No. Just let him know in indisputable terms how much damage he had caused for the rest of us to clean up.”
“Think it made a dent?”
“Between me, Dee, and Tom, I sure hope so.”
“Still gonna invite him?”
“It’s going to have to be a party where we’re sure that Tom, Claire, and DeeDee are going to be there.”
“Isn’t that rubbing his nose in it?”
“That’s my intent, at least. Hopefully he’ll be able to screw on a little courage to fuck Claire and Dee when they offer. I’ll also insist he watch me with Tom.”
“Oh geez.”
“What?”
“Making him watch you and Tom. Wanna make a bet?”
“About what?”
“Bet first.”
“Nah. Gotta know what you’re thinkin’.”
“Whether Dennis vomits when Tom sticks it in or when he ejaculates in you.”
“Oh gawd you are so fuckin’ sick, Jackson!”
It has to be a good five minutes before the two of them finally stop laughing.
“You think I nailed it?” Jax snickers.
“I think you did. So mean. So on-target.”
“Uh huh.”
=====
Jax and Em step into the kitchen still snickering to each other. Cyan is hovering over the stove stirring something. She’s wearing a bib apron — just the apron — so whatever it is, it splatters.
“What are you two carrying on about? Sure is a big change from yesterday.”
Emily replies, “Oh, new developments in the saga. Jackson! What in the hell are you doing?”
Jax has dropped his pants and shorts, and is pressing his suddenly hardened cock between Cyan’s legs. She pushes back, spreading enough for him to push in. She purrs into the intrusion.
Steve has pushed back in his office chair to see what the commotion is about. He starts laughing, and gets up to join the others.
“Em, I don’t blame him a bit. When Cy puts on an apron like that, oh, what a view. The way it emphasizes her ass and pussy… oh, gawd… mmmm. Irresistible. Sweetheart? Obviously there are new entries on the Dennis blog.”
“Let’s see… for starters, met with with Dee first thing.”
“Official?”
“Yeah. Serious strategizing about the Melissa problem. Then we caught up on ‘things’.”
“Good for you. Next?”
“Took Dennis to the apartment.”
“What? To reward him for screwin’-up everything?”
“In a way. Read ‘im the Riot Act while I was fuckin’ ‘im.”
“There’s gotta be more than that!”
“Right before I handed him off to Dee and Tom to chew him a new asshole about ‘discretion’.”
“Did any of it sink in?”
“Don’t know. I guess. He was avoiding eye contact after coming back from that meeting.”
“Is there more?”
“Yeah. Mel and I met with Dee for a couple of minutes. The three of us are having dinner over at Tom and Claire’s tomorrow night. We’re going to read her in on everything. She’s finally getting a handle on just how many core players in the company are in this sex clique.”
“To be a fly on the wall, Em!”
“It’s from the women’s point of view, sweetheart. We agreed this was the best path to a satisfying outcome for everyone.”
“That it?”
“One more thing. We need to have a party really soon. Mostly the old guard, but making certain that Tom and Claire, and Dee, and Dennis, are all here.”
“By old guard you mean…?”
“Not the youngest three if we can manage to wave them off. The theme for this one will be “serious sex for the seriously sexy,” and not the playful shit we’ve been mostly doing lately.”
“How about just the office people?” Steve ponders. “I think that’ll go down better with Cat, Keri, and Pamina.”
“Cat will need to be invited. She and Tom are an item. Oh. On the other hand…”
“What’s that?”
“Jax and I hatched a scheme while driving home. Manipulate the players to make sure Claire and Dee fucked Dennis, and then essentially force Dennis to watch me and Tom goin’ at it. I’m figurin’ to take Tom all the way, so Cat would only get to flop around a limp one.”
Jackson bursts into laughter, but he’s still in Cyan.
Steve asks, “What’s funny?”
Em chuckles at that. “Jax and I were theorizing that Dennis may not take that last part very well. The cuckolding thing.”
“Okay. Something nasty, you’re thinking.”
“Yeah. At what point in the action is he going to blow chunks?”
“Emily!” He laughs. “Trouble is, I think you’re right. But, seriously, it’s gotta be done. Poor guy. Dumpin’ a whole barrel of shit on him all at once.”
“He sort of brought it on himself, Stevie.”
“I suppose. Why don’t you get undressed and I’ll meet you in the big shower. With any luck, Ashley will be here in the next few minutes and we can have ourselves some good, clean fun. Those two are too busy makin’ their own party!”
Jackson and Cyan chuckle back.
“They are! You’re on.”
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There’s a whispering, “(Hey, guys. Scoot over.)”
A naked Emily is disturbing the sleeping Steve, Ashley, Pamina, and Catherine in the big bed. Steve is “attached” to Cat laying prone on top of him, the two of them having fallen asleep that way after their mutual orgasm. Pam and Ash are pressed into the coupled couple.
It is nearly 2 a.m.
Cat sleepily requests, “Tissues. Somebody grab some for me, please?”
“Hope you’re not glued to ‘im,” Pamina teases.
Cat fires back, “Wouldn’t be the worst thing that’s happened.”
“Guys,” Ash complains. “Get ‘er done. This is Em’s bed, too. Hi, Em. How’d it go?”
Everybody shifts around to let Em in under the covers.
Steve breaks in. “Obviously good things. They had dessert after dessert. Sweetie?”
“Kiss me, Stevie… shame you weren’t there. But you’re right. There was so much I was worried about. Drinks before dinner were a little awkward with Mel. I kept overlooking that she was the only one of us there who didn’t have a long intimate history with Tom and Claire.”
“She settled down after a couple, I guess. She’s a wine drinker, I would assume.”
“No! Surprised the fuck out of both me and DeeDee. Scotch, neat.”
“That alone would tell you everything you needed to know. Quite a fire burning under that staid exterior.”
“Oh, you don’t know the half of it yet. We weren’t too deep into our chatter over dinner when she offered that knowing what she knows now, she’s miffed with Dennis for letting the cat out of the bag the way he did. ‘There was a special trust among you guys that he clearly violated,’ she said. Gawd, Steven. She understands the bond we share.”
“Was there discussion about DeeDee’s over-the-top promiscuity? How about our swinger groups? The polycule?”
“We laughed about Dee’s antics. Mel quipped, ‘All those men wrapped around your pinky like that? You go girl!’ Us? This made me cry — ‘There’s an awful lot of love there. Thank you, Emily. You should be proud of what you have.'”
“Wow. She talk about her own plans?”
“A little. Her ex really crapped on her. She’s sort of flapping in the breeze as far as relationships go. She honestly asked us, mostly Tom, if it was okay to work toward a friendship with me and Dee, and that if he didn’t object, would he consider it to include intimacy.”
“She wants into the inner circle. What did he say?”
“‘Absolutely!'”
“Okay. He’s taking it all really seriously. How does he feel about this growing core of employees linked at the sexual level basically running the company?”
“You won’t believe this. He said, ‘If Meta can do it, so can we!’ I didn’t know that.”
“Yeah. Lots of shenanigans at the top levels there.”
“It seems that Tom is really enjoying his leadership of this dedicated team of lovers.”
“Did you talk about the pitfalls?”
“Yep. DeeDee led the discussion on that. She said that ‘this little dustup’ was but a flea compared to what happens when these kind of internal social layers blow-up in more traditional environments.”
Ashley asks, “Any talk about your plans to drag Dennis along?”
“Oh, they were all for it. Tom laughed about the suggestion that Dennis literally couldn’t stomach the reality of my doing him, and advised that I put liners in the trashcans in the spare bedroom for that particular party. I was in his lap and he had his hand in my blouse when he said that. They were amused.”
“And…?” Steve chuckles.
“Tom saw the three of us off to bed with Claire. We had a great time. He stayed out of the way. He said, ‘Now this is team building!’ as he shut the bedroom door.”
“Incredible.”
“I know. And I’m spent. Guys? Lemme cuddle Stevie here, and let’s get some sleep. If one of you want to crawl on top of him if you manage to get him up, be my guest. It was a good night.”
“Congratulations, Em,” Ashley offers.
“Yeah,” Pam and Cat agree.
“Good night, guys,” Pam purrs. “Stevie? Ready?”
He reaches to Pamina to help her lay on top. Em slides to Steve’s side and they all press into each other for their slumber.
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“Aww, Stevie. You really don’t want us here?”
Catherine is idly twirling Steve’s chest hairs as they lay on the big bed in their post-coitus cuddle. Keri is pressed to his other side, visibly pouting. Ashley and Cyan are in a tight 69, the licking and slurping noises maybe just a bit too evident. Emily and Jackson? They’re in the backyard chasing the dogs around playing fetch, the couple spent from earlier playtime in the shower with the girls.
“Just office people this time, Cat. I know you like to mess with Tom and that’s really okay, but they have a problem to solve at work. If they don’t get everything under control it can blow-up really bad for everybody. Including Tom.”
Keri asks the obvious, “What happened?”
“Somebody said something they shouldn’t have, to a person who wasn’t involved.”
“Oh. Is that a problem? Nearly everybody at the hotel knows about you and us.”
“That’s a hotel, and especially a hotel known for bar pickups. Sexual activity is a wink and a nudge fact-of-life in that business. Not that they broadcast it or anything, it just is.”
Cat mulls that for a second or two. “Okay. I get what you’re saying. In a regular business, it’s got to be a touchy thing. I’ve overheard conversations between couples I know who are there having affairs, wringing their hands over ‘problems with HR.'”
“Uh huh. Sex stuff in a normal business setting frequently results in big lawsuits. Companies can be bankrupted by it.”
Keri muses, “Is HR a problem with Tom’s company?”
“No. You two have played with my girlfriend Denise, right?”
“Yeah. Together, too. She’s fun!”
“She’s HR! I thought you guys knew that!”
The girls giggle.
“Forgot!”
“Anyway, we’re trying to corner the blabbermouth who broke silence on the special friends at their office, underscoring that he’s welcome to play with the big dogs as long as he keeps it to himself and the group.”
Catherine moans, “Gawd. Dennis.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Obvious, Stevie. We sort of unloaded on him. Who’d he tell?”
“Emily’s supervisor. Turned out real good with her. I think you two will have the opportunity to play with her, but at another time.”
“She bi like us?”
“No. Lez.”
“She doesn’t know what she’s missing… Stevie!”
She and Keri laugh.
“Thanks, sweeties. But no, she doesn’t switch teams.”
Keri asks, “You said ‘corner’. What are you going to do to Dennis?”
“Oh, just sexy stuff.”
“Like what?”
“Denise and Claire…”
“Tom’s wife?”
“Yes. They’re going to separately insist on fucking him, just like they would at a normal swinger party.”
“And that’s a punishment?” Cat giggles.
Steve chuckles back, “Hardly! But I’ll have to caution Denise about dialing it back a little. She can be ferocious in bed.”
“And you would certainly know!” she giggles again. “So what’s the hard part?”
“Really? You certainly know which part gets hard, girly!”
“Stevie!” she laughs. Cat is cracking up, and Cy and Ash have to stop to laugh, too. “Okay, Steven. There’s an evil plan here. We know you!”
“Hey. Not me. This is all Jax and Em’s idea.”
“Well if Emily’s involved, it is truly evil!”
“I won’t dispute that! It involves Tom.”
“Oh? Dennis is still afraid of Tom. He’s said so.”
“That’s what we’re counting on. Yeah, think Tom. Think Tom and Emily. Think Tom and Emily fucking the way they do.”
“And…”
“Think Dennis in a chair next to the bed being forced to watch Tom and Emily fucking the way they do.”
Cat jumps on that. “Oh my gawd Stevie that’s horrible! He’ll… he’ll… geez. I wouldn’t be surprised one bit if he threw up.”
“That’s our thinking. Including Tom. We’ve been joking around to bet on how it’s going to go down. You know, an office pool of sorts.”
“You are evil, you know that? What’s the bet?”
“Whether he hurls when Tom sticks it in, or when he jacks in ‘er.”
“I’ll take jack.”
“Catherine!” he laughs. “You guys aren’t going to say anything about this to ‘im, are you?”
Keri is snickering, “No! Apparently unlike him, we know how to keep a secret. Oh, this is going to be so good. Promise, though?”
“What’s that?”
“You guys text us right after it happens. Ohgawd, this is so juicy. Have you done this to anybody else?”
“No. We rarely invite true noobies into the hardcore action. Almost never. We really haven’t broken-in Dennis at this point.”
Cat gets a little serious in the concern for her friend. “What’s he get out of it? You’re telling us about the stick. What’s the carrot?”
“Me.” Emily is leaning against the doorframe. “I care about the guy, he just screwed-up, and we’re thinking this scenario is a good way to emphasize what’s at stake here. If we didn’t care, we’d have him cleaning out his desk for betraying our trust so clumsily. He’ll be okay.”
“How?”
“Our thinkin’ is after Tom and I are done, I will clean up, and Tom will be the one in the chair. My bet is he’ll have that fatherly expression he gets sometimes, sippin’ on a bourbon while watching Dennis and me partake in some satisfying lovemaking. Approval from the top guy.”
“I thought Stevie was the top guy!”
“He is. Just don’t tell Tom that.”
The whole crew, Jackson now included, is consumed in hard laughter. Everybody stretches out on the bed for loving hugs and cuddles. They’ll be that way for a while.
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The party unfolded fairly close to the evil plan. Steven’s cock is kinda still dripping semen from his roll on the sofa with Denise, and she’s leaning on a shoulder from behind, the pair having wandered into the kitchen for him to grab his phone to text the girls, as promised.
“Done” he taps.
“Goodie” with three hearts is returned nearly immediately from Cat’s phone.
“You two together?”
“Yes. How did he do? Who won the pool?”
“Nobody”
“Why?”
“Okay when Tom pushed in. Didn’t make it to the end”
“Huh?”
“Puked five minutes in”
“Awwwwww”
“More”
“Okay”
“Started crying when Tom came”
“Wow. Now?”
“Fucking Em. They’re doin good. Comfort more than anything”
“Nice. Next?”
“I guess shower then tub”
“Bout right”
“Oops. Emily. Gotta go”
“CU” with three more hearts.
Emily chuckles as she notices Steve setting his phone down on the charging pad. “What’d they say?”
“Not much, just taking in the report.”
“I’ll bet they’ll have plenty to say next time they’re here. They coming over tomorrow? Hi, Dee.”
Denise releases from Steve and side-hugs Emily, exchanging a kiss.
“That was the plan. After Keri’s off. You doing okay?”
“Oh, I’m fine. Dennis is so confused. Tom’s doin’ the father-son chat thing with him right now, offering his assurances.”
“I figured he’d do that. What’s next?”
“I’m going to rinse out again and join the gang in the tub. Danny wants a piece of me, too. Dee? I thought you were going to take him.”
“I did! Man’s got gonads, I’ll give ‘im that!”
They softly chuckle.
“Where’s Mel?”
“Em and Jax’s room with Claire.”
Steve muses, “If you don’t mind my saying so, that’s great. I’m surprised she’s with the program so quickly.”
Denise ponders this for a second. “Stevie? I think she was wishing for this kind of acceptance all along. She’s fitting in well. Have a hunch.”
“About what?”
“The three of us are going to be a powerhouse within the company. Tom and I discussed the possibility of promoting Mel, creating a VP spot for her. It wasn’t an idle aside. Em would take her spot. Don’t bank on it yet, he has to run it by the exec committee.”
“Em? What do you think about that? Would Jax be reporting to you?”
“No, sweetie. He’s under Engineering now. Hardware stuff.”
“But Dennis and Danny would be reporting to you, right?”
Emily grins. A really big, knowing grin.
“I see that!” Denise teases. “Uh huh. Department meetings ‘off campus.’ You and two guys you already fuck. Don’t make me take that key away from you!” She laughs. “Just be sure to leave enough days open for the women’s management committee to meet there, too!”
Steve’s standing there shaking his head and grinning at all this corporate intrigue unfolding in front of him.
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Steven, Emily, Ashley, and Denise are wearing fluffy bathrobes, gathered in the foyer to see the Harpers off for the night. Tom and Claire are the last guests to leave. Denise is overnighting with Steve and the gang.
“You never throw a bad party, Steven,” Tom flatters. “This one, however… I can’t thank you enough for stepping in this way. Things could have gone so wrong.”
“I appreciate that. You going to update Werner on this?”
“Yes. He and I are going to work together on that little reorg Denise told you and Emily about. I don’t think we’re going to get much pushback. They see the backbone our little troupe has built for the company. And I never adequately thanked you for saving my — and our — cookies two years ago.”
“What are you talking about, Tom?”
“You did a great job hiding it, Steven. Werner and I did some digging once the dust settled and the lawyers were out of our hair. You were our white knight on that buyout tender.”
Em and Dee’s jaws drop. Emily hugs Steve so, so hard, bursting into tears.
“Shucks, Tom. Investing in a well-run company is a no-brainer.”
“Yet you don’t tinker with it. Why aren’t you on the Board?”
“The trusts take care of you guys for me. Like you need taking care of, you know.”
“I know I shouldn’t be asking you this, but how big is your stake? We have like eight trusts holding shares.”
“45%, Tom. You apparently didn’t dig quite deep enough. Seven of those are me.”
“Fuck, Steven. Emily? May I?”
Tom lunges to Steve for a huge man-hug. “I love you, man. You have no idea. We grew the company together, and I didn’t even know it.”
“Thank you. You’ve known me for a long time, Tom. You know I prefer to stay in the background.”
“You thinking about controlling interest?”
“Only if you clowns start selling shares to the bad guys.”
“Message received!” Tom laughs. He goes in for another hug, and pulls away for a two-fisted handshake.
Claire steps to Steven for a hug and a kiss. “Thank you, Steven. I’m sorry we weren’t able to spend time together this evening. But I understand, you had a job to do. Emily?”
Claire reaches to Em for an appreciative peck.
“Thank you. Denise, you too. Introducing Melissa into the group was inspired. We’re all going to have great futures together.”
“Thanks.”
“Honey, let’s go. Just you and me tonight. We have much to celebrate with each other. G’night, guys.”
And they step out the door.
“Coffee, anyone?” Steve announces.