Chapter Eight
Lissa couldn’t help grinning as she walked back into the trailer. Steve was a tease, no doubt about it. It had been a long time since anyone had yanked her chain like that and gotten her all riled up about it.
It felt…good.
She wondered how he was going to feel about the whole party thing.
“So. This party.” Steve closed the door behind them.
Looked like she was about to find out. “Yeah. This party.” She thought for a moment, wondering how to explain it. “Perhaps I ought to kind of explain that Jennifer is…somewhat unusual.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. She’s very free in her lifestyle sort of thing.”
Steve blinked. “How free?”
“Very free.”
“Okay. She’s very free.”
Lissa swallowed. “This party. I’m thinking it’s sort of an adult-type party.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Steve stared at her.
“Like a sex party.”
“Ah.” He tipped his head to one side. “Like a sex party or is a sex party?”
“Judging from Jennifer’s…conversation, it is a sex party.” Lissa peered at him under her eyelashes. “What do you think?”
“You want to go?” Steve didn’t want to answer first.
“You ever been to one before?”
“I asked first. But, hell, I went to college. Everybody’s second major was in sex parties.” He puffed out his chest in typical macho style.
Lissa chuckled. “You were lucky. I commuted. But I don’t think a keg of beer, two strippers and a midget is what Jennifer’s party is all about.”
Steve looked offended. “That was one of the best parties in my whole junior year.”
She rolled her eyes. “We’re getting off track here. Yes, I’d like to go. I think it would be real interesting, if nothing else. And you’re invited. You game?”
Thoughts ricocheted through Steve’s mind. He had dreamed about so-called sex parties before. Loose, horny women all looking for Mr. Goodcock. Many masturbatory nights had been filled with fantasies of such an event.
However, he’d never gone to something like this and he wasn’t completely convinced that he wanted to. Sure, he was curious, but he was also a bit possessive…possessive of Lissa. He knew they weren’t actually hooked together like a real honest-to-God couple or anything, but he did have a growing bond with her.
As he sat on the couch his insecurities showed their faces, stuck out their tongues and put their thumbs in their ears. What if she met some sex god with a cock the size of Manhattan? He couldn’t compete with another man built like that, and he wouldn’t want to. His thoughts were confused.
Lissa really was interested in going though, so he should probably go along as well. That way he could steer her away from hunters looking for fresh meat.
Maybe I could bring my shotgun.
~~~~~
Lissa and Steve slipped from the truck—they’d parked at the end of the long driveway and looked around them.
“Whoa. Something tells me these aren’t locals.” Steve whistled as they walked past an assortment of vehicles that probably cost more than the entire gross national product of a small Caribbean island.
“Yeah.” Lissa blinked at a red sports car. “A lot of these have out of state plates, too. I’m guessing this must be quite a big private party.”
“This is the coolest thing in the world. A Hummer with a sunroof. All men want a good hummer.”
Lissa grabbed Steve’s arm. “Would you quit window shopping at cars or you’ll never get a hummer from me again.”
They reached the impressive doorway and walked up the stone steps. There were two large antique knockers on the door.
Steve pointed and before he could speak Lissa glared at him. “Don’t say it.” She rang the bell.
The door swung open and an impeccably dressed man nodded politely at them. “May I be of assistance?”
Jeez. A British butler no less.
Lissa smiled and pulled Jennifer’s card from her pocket. “I have an invitation. Jennifer asked us to join her this evening.”
“Thank you, madam. Would you wait here, please?” The butler took the card and gently pushed the door shut, leaving Lissa and Steve looking at each other.
“Uh…” Steve grimaced. “You sure this is the right place?”
Lissa swallowed. “Yep.”
The door swung open again and there was Jennifer herself, a wide smile on her face. “Lissa. I’m so glad you decided to join us. And this must be…” She looked past Lissa.
“Steve. Steve M—”
“No last names, darling.” Jennifer cut through Steve’s introduction with a wave of her hand. “That’s about our only rule. You’re with Lissa. That’s enough for me. Come on in, we’re just getting started tonight.”
They followed her into a huge foyer, and Lissa was dazzled for a moment by the lights shining off glass and crystal. Jennifer herself was pretty dazzling, too, wearing a soft pink silk robe with a gorgeous sunburst on the lapel. Lissa would have bet hard cash that it was jeweled with diamonds.
It was luxurious, almost decadent, and for a moment she wondered if they should just leave and head back to the familiar comfort of Steve’s trailer.
But at that second screams sounded from above them, and they looked up to see two naked women giggling and running along the upstairs hallway. A completely nude man was in hot pursuit.
Okaaaaay. This is definitely the place.
Jennifer laughed. “As I said, we’re just getting going. Why don’t you two come and change?”
Lissa felt Steve hesitate a little as Jennifer mentioned changing, but he followed them, politely letting Jennifer lead the way.
She took them into a small room off the hall where the butler was waiting behind a desk. On the smooth surface was a pile of robes similar to Jennifer’s own garment, but with different symbols embroidered on them.
“Pink for the girls and blue for the boys.” Jennifer shrugged. “Stereotypical, but it does make things a little easier. Now here…” She pointed a long red nail at the emblems. “You’ll see the male and female symbols.”
Lissa leaned in to see the astrological-looking curves. A circle with a cross beneath it for the female and a circle with an arrow for the male. “Beautiful work.”
“It is.” Jennifer stroked her own robe. “It’s also useful. You’ll see a variety of combinations on the lapels. You simply pick the one that fits your personality. For example…” She touched one with two intertwining female symbols. “If you, Lissa, decide that this evening you’d like to enjoy yourself with other women, you would choose this one. And you, Steve…” She glanced at him. “Should you be interested in more of a group environment, you might select this one.”
Her finger ran over a dark blue robe decorated with two females and one male symbol. “It’s quite simple, but it does save a lot of unnecessary explanation.”
“I can see that.” Lissa’s eyes roamed the pile.
Here was her chance to explore a side of sexual activity that would probably never have come her way but for a chance conversation. Just about every combination of sexes was spread before her, and all she had to do was choose. Two men? A group scene? All women?
She pointed to the last symbol. “What’s this one, Jennifer? The one like yours?”
“Ah.” Jennifer smiled coyly. “The starburst. That means that I’m interested in—everything.”
Lissa pondered. She could feel Steve close behind her, the heat from his body warming her back. It was comforting, and although sexual scenarios were running amok through her brain, she found them less appealing now than she would have expected just a short time ago.
She couldn’t see having sex with a group, or two men. She couldn’t see having sex with women at all. All she could see was having sex with Steve.
It was disturbing, a little frightening and not something she really wanted to think about right at this moment. Perhaps it was best to be practical.
Lissa reached for a pink robe with a simple symbol on it. One man and one woman.
She could’ve sworn she heard Steve sigh.
~~~~~
Steve did indeed sigh. For a few moments he’d indulged himself with the notion that this place might well be heaven. Here was a chance to explore some of his most wild-assed fantasies…naked women crawling all over him, turning him into a beefcake sandwich, sucking him, riding him, grinding their pussies in his face…if there was a plasma TV showing a football game at the same time, he might just move in permanently.
But then Lissa reached over and picked out her robe. The one that said straight male/female sex. At least he thought it did. Yep…it did.
So he sighed, and selected the corresponding blue version.
“Wise choice for your first visit, darlings,” Jennifer purred next to them. “Perhaps if we can persuade you to come to another of our little gatherings, you’ll feel freer to play some different games.”
She glanced at Steve and her eyes sparkled. The silk accentuated her luscious breasts and the nipples that were hardening at their tips. “I’ll look forward to seeing you a bit later, Steve.”
Lissa half-huffed and half-snorted. “Um…where do we change, Jennifer?”
Steve grinned to himself. Uh-huh. Somebody hadn’t liked that idea very much.
“In here.” A curtained-off area hid an alcove. “Edward will take your things if you’ll just put them in these bags. He’s our security.” She leaned forward and whispered. “Ex-Scotland Yard, you know.”
Steve glanced at the butler, noticing there was a set of very solid shoulders beneath the immaculate black suit. “Hmm.”
“Well, darlings, I have to get back…there’s a sweet man waiting for me, along with his two playmates. Come join us. You’ll find drinks and whatever around the place. Just make yourselves at home and join in the fun, okay?”
With a wave Jennifer took herself off and Steve followed Lissa into the small alcove, where they stripped and slipped into their respective robes.
“Hey, that suits you.” Lissa grinned at him as he tied the belt around his waist.
“You don’t look bad yourself.” He stared at her, all long legs and dark hair, blue eyes shining with excitement and a color in her cheeks that made the short, pink robe look sallow.
His cock liked the picture, too, hardening between his legs. Fuck. He sure wasn’t going to be able to hide anything in the way of a boner beneath this little bit of lightweight nothing.
Lissa moved close and stroked her hand lightly over the bulge in the silk. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ve a feeling this is exactly what we’re here for. Without this…” She squeezed slightly. “We wouldn’t have any fun at all.”
He closed the gap between them and slipped his hand up beneath the back of her garment, cupping her bottom in his hands. He squeezed her back. “Mmm. Yeah, I think you’re right.”
She pulled away with a laugh. “So, shall we turn our clothes over to Scotland Yard and go see what’s happening?”
“Sure, it’s not like I have money in my pants. Lead the way.”
Steve followed Lissa out into the small room, surrendered his package to the cop-in-charge and prepared to explore.
“At ease, Inspector.” His joke fell flat. A steely glare sent a chill down Steve’s back and contained a distinct message. Fuck You.
Oh, shit.