CHAPTER 3
Kelsey
“Oh my god, am I really seeing this?” squeaked Amber by my side. I couldn’t answer her because the air in my lungs had evaporated and my feet were rooted in place.
“Shh, don’t move,” I said in a whisper. “No one’s seen us yet and we can still leave if we want.”
We could absolutely leave because there was no one stopping us from doing so. In fact, no one was paying attention because they were having too much fun to notice two girls cowering behind a potted palm in the corner.
Because this wasn’t your regular party with beach bunnies and muscleheads splashing each other at the community center. Instead, the space we were in was cavernous with a giant Moroccan-style pool in the center inlaid with ornate mosaic. The colors of the design glimmered below the rippling water in a pattern that I couldn’t quite make out with warm mist wafting off the surface. Plus, there were grand archways everywhere, with assorted loungers dotting the expanse and platters of fruit heaped high, glistening under the low lights.
But it wasn’t the obviously expensive setting that made my breath catch. Instead, it was the people and what they were doing because the level of absolute filth was sky high, making the air choke in my throat. Even through the hazy mist, I could catch glimpses of sheer debauchery, and my cunt moistened in shock as well as anticipation.
Because most of the women wore nothing but a pair of tiny bottoms, the slight slip of fabric covering their most private part. Lush female flesh swung this way and that, slickly oiled under the low lights as women giggled and played in the water, sliding their hands up muscular chests and teasing strong chins. Oh my god, I couldn’t believe I was seeing this!
But it wasn’t just the women. It was the men too. Every single guy at the pool was huge and gorgeous, radiating charisma. Not to mention they were built like studs with broad shoulders and barrel chests, arms long and powerful as they lazily toyed with the women surrounding them.
“Oh my god,” whispered Amber by my side again, teetering a bit in her high heels. “Are we really … ? Because it looks more like … a harem?”
And I could see what she meant. The women outnumbered the men by probably at least ten to one. Each man had a bevy of curvy women around him, giggling and splashing while giving him massages and bringing him drinks. Not only that, but some of the women were outright coming onto the men, what with rubbing ample breasts against their backs or lovingly stroking powerful thighs with light fingers.
I’d seen enough.
“Come on,” I hissed to Amber. “This is clearly some sex party gone wrong and not your usual run of the mill bash. We have to go!”
But Amber remained rooted in place, entranced by the scene before us. Hot mist rose from the water, obscuring some of the figures, but you could tell that some folks were having fun right at this moment, what with the loud gasps and breathy moans ringing out.
“Oh my god, people are having sex,” she said, scandalized, eyes peering into the humid heat. “Kels, look over in the corner there.”
I swiveled quickly, and sure enough, there was the distinct sound of flesh slapping against flesh rhythmically, not to mention the nude outlines of a woman and man moving against one another, their mouths fused.
“Come on!” I whispered again, grabbing my friend’s arm. “We have to go! This isn’t the place for us!”
But Amber was too overcome by the scene before us, and try as I might, I couldn’t get her to budge.
“Come on!” I said again, pulling urgently at her arm. “There’s a spare key in your glove compartment right? I’ll drive. We can still get out of here.”
But infuriatingly, my blonde friend wouldn’t move.
“I don’t know Kels,” she said, biting her lip while casting discreet glances around the cavernous subterranean space. “I might want to stay.”
My mouth dropped open.
“Amber, you can’t be serious,” was my insistent whisper. “You don’t know what you’re saying. This is a sex club, and not a regular party. We have to go!”
But my friend wouldn’t budge.
“No, you know how it’s been lately, Kelsey,” she said again, biting her lower lip with her eyes fixed on a particularly handsome male sitting in the corner of the pool. Of course, he was surrounded by woman, but he seemed to see Amber as well, their eye contact electric. And to my horror, she began to unfasten her top.
“What are you doing?” I almost squealed, watching as the red fabric slithered off so that Amber was like every other woman here, wearing nothing but her skimpy bikini bottoms, giant tits swaying to and fro. “Oh my god, have you lost your mind?”
But my friend shook her head again.
“You know how it’s been recently,” she said in a low voice, her eyes locked onto the man across the room. “I haven’t been on a good date in months, and the last guy actually wanted me to do his laundry for him. On our first date, Kels,” she said, turning blue eyes my way. “He dumped a bunch of dirty laundry into the back seat of his car and wanted to swing by the laundromat so that I could show him how to use the machines.”
I gulped. That had been a terrible date and I remembered lending Amber a shoulder to cry on afterwards. But surely, one bad date didn’t justify staying at a sex party with strangers? The alpha males were gorgeous and ripped to be sure, but still. We didn’t know them from Jim, Jack or Billy.
“Amber,” I whispered again urgently. “Amber, come back!”
But it was too late because my friend was already drifting off towards the big man, generous curves swaying as his blue eyes watched her every step. And to my shock, the man actually disengaged himself from one woman, making room for my friend as she slipped smoothly into the water next to him. A few words were exchanged, although of course, I couldn’t hear what they were saying from my perch behind a big potted plant. But sure enough, some whispers were uttered, and then suddenly Amber and the huge man were locked in a passionate kiss, her breasts pushed up against his massive chest.
Holy shit. Was this really happening? Had I just entered into a debauched swimming sex club where billionaires gathered to be served by lithe, nubile women dressed in nothing? And even more, was my friend now part of the crew, her slippery curves pressed up against a strange man’s muscled chest as she took his kisses, looking more and more drugged by the second? If I wasn’t mistaken, the man’s hand had just disappeared below the water and Amber jerked suddenly, eyes flying open. Holy shit, had he just touched her pussy?
But my thoughts were interrupted because suddenly, a shadow fell over my form. It was humid in the pool area, wafts of mist drifting off the water, but it felt like the temperature suddenly went up about a hundred degrees despite the fact that I was now partially shaded.
I turned hesitantly, eyes growing wide to survey the man before me. Because he was huge. And absolutely gorgeous. Shoulders as wide as a tank filled my vision, with a chest so sculpted that it looked to be made of carved marble. All of that formed a perfect vee shape decorated with six pack abs as my eyes trailed lower. Fortunately, his hips were swathed by a fluffy white towel which covered a powerful hose. How did I know his cock was huge? Call it feminine instinct … but somehow I knew.
As if reading my mind, the man smirked.
“Hey,” he remarked casually. “Can you get me a drink?” he asked, holding out an empty cocktail glass.
Heat ran through my form. The man’s eyes were so blue that I could barely breathe, his charcoal hair dark enough that it absorbed light. To my shame, I moistened immediately, unable to stop my physical reaction to his presence.
The man grinned knowingly like he could see my thoughts.
“A drink?” he rumbled again, lifting the glass. “If you’d be so kind, sweetheart.”
Oh right. That was one of the rules of being at this pool party. Cheeks flushing red, I took the empty glass and nodded, bending my head so that my brown tresses halfway covered my flushed cheeks.
“Sure,” was my low murmur. Oh god, I probably looked like a beet. “Um, champagne was it?”
A black brow rose with amusement.
“Naw honey, you don’t drink champagne out of lowballs like that. Make it a whiskey neat. I’ll be right over there when you’re done,” he said, nodding to a bubbling hot tub, heat wafting off the water. Unbidden, my nipples grew hard and the dark man’s eyes gleamed as he saw them pebble.
“Like I said, I’ll be right over there,” he rumbled with a knowing smile. “Come find me when you’re ready.”
And with that, he sauntered off, long legs eating up the distance. I gasped because suddenly, I was compelled to do as asked. Just like Amber, my life hasn’t been going so well recently with the dead-end job at the country club and my so-called boyfriend bailing on me and then lying about it. Besides, what was there to lose? I’d just been asked to fetch a drink for a handsome god of a man with bronzed skin and eyes so knowing that I shivered again, stealing a peek at him from over my shoulder.
And sure enough, that white grin flashed from where he waited, his powerful male form already submerged in the water. Because the gorgeous man was promising something … and suddenly, I couldn’t wait to find out.