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* * * * *
Upon returning to the Omni, the bar called to them loudly, so they sauntered in. Margo had taken Carol’s leash and with it in hand, walked up to the manager, Mrs. Reynolds, who was standing in a corner, surveying the rather light Sunday night crowd.
“Mrs. Reynolds, is it? Yes, Mrs. Reynolds, is our section available?”
The woman paused only slightly. “Yes ma’am, it’s available. May I assume you wish it lit as it was last night?”
“Yes, exactly as it was last night… one more thing, is that delightful waitress we had last evening… Jessica… is Jessica on duty this evening?”
“No ma’am, she has the night off.”
“Would you be a dear and call her in to work? We’d really prefer her to serve us.”
“Uh… that’s quite irregular…”
“Oh well then, I suppose we can go drink somewhere else…”
“But certainly not impossible… I’ll call her and see if she wants to come in.”
“Tell her there’s at least a two hundred dollar tip if she does.”
“I’m sure she’ll be here with bells on, ma’am. Is there anything I can have sent in to you in the meantime?”
“No, we’ll wait for her. Have her hurry, please. And no one else should disturb us.”
“Yes ma’am.”
The group walked into the back area of the bar as the lights were cut and Mrs. Reynolds herself roped it off, hanging the ‘Private Party’ sign on the rope.
Eddy looked at Margo with a smirk. “Well ain’t you little Miss All That?”
“That’s Mrs. All That to you, Eddy, and yes, I damn well am. We just need to make sure to drop enough on our bar tab, even if we don’t drink everything we order, to soothe Mrs. Reynolds this evening.”
Eddy and Tamara went off to a booth in the corner where they sat together, quietly talking and touching.
Margo sat down at one of the tables in the section and pulled Carol onto her lap. “So Little Cunt, you have a choice. Where do you want to be punished? Here, in a semi-exposed place, or in the safety of the room?”
Carol whimpered softly. “Here, please Madam. Here would be lovely.”
“That’s fine. Tell me what you want to drink so when Jessica comes by you won’t have to stop to give her your drink order.”
“Uh, two shots of Goldshlager should be fine for now, and help with the bar tab too Madam. And please don’t forget, large glasses of water for everyone.”
“Fine,” Margo said as she gently prodded Carol to her feet. “Harry, would you be so kind as to pull that table out of that booth over there? Let’s see if I can get comfortable here with enough room for Little Cunt to lay on the bench with that ass of hers in the proper position for you. If I can’t, this may have to wait until the room no matter what any of us want.”
As she positioned her body on the bench seat of the deep booth, it became obvious that the positioning wasn’t going to work.
“Maybe I can help with that,” Kelly said. “Scoot forward, let me get behind you… there… thank God these are some deep bench seats… even so we’re both gonna have one foot on the floor.”
With Kelly behind her, the positioning was almost perfect and Margo’s panty-clad crotch was exposed, her long skirt hiked up and out of the way. Margo raised her butt and Carol slipped her panties down and off.
“Time to get started… bare your ass, Little Cunt. Harry, bring a chair, I think you’re going to be busy for awhile. As sore as I am, an orgasm might be a little hard for me tonight and that’s going to be hard on someone’s bottom.”
Carol kicked off her sandals, dropped her pants and panties and lay down on the bench, her bare ass in front of Harry. He picked up her legs and scooted his knees underneath her thighs so that she lay across the bench and then him.
“Begin,” Margo said.
Carol’s tongue began to lovingly caress every fold and crevice of Margo’s cunt as Harry started striking her bottom, crisply and firmly, first one cheek and then the other.
Kelly moved Margo’s hair out of the way and began to kiss her neck while caressing her sides.
“Umm, what do you think you’re doing? I mean, it feels lovely, but this wasn’t part of the arrangement.”
“Neither was you being sore,” Kelly murmured in her ear, “I’m just helping to level the playing field.”
“Princess, you stop that right this minute!” Margo snapped.
“Oh no, Big Mama, ‘Princess’ isn’t in the building right now. This is Kelly back here and I do what I damn well want to… and right now, if I had my way, I’d have you on your stomach, pillows under your middle, that beautiful ass of yours in the air. I’d be stabbing your cunt with that blue dildo of yours.” She lowered her voice into her most animalistic purring growl. “And I’d be thrusting my tongue in and out of your ass so hard, you’d be whimpering and begging for me to strap something on and do you.”
“Umm hmmm,” moaned Margo as her body writhed in time with Kelly’s caresses, Carol’s tongue and Harry’s swats.
After four or five minutes, Kelly said, “And when I couldn’t stand your pathetic whining anymore, I’d have Harry stick his cock down your throat to shut you up. Then I’d be merciful, strap something on and give you what you wanted, fuck you in the ass till you were screaming around your husband’s prick.”
“UMMM HMMMM NNNNGGGGNNNN GODDAMN YOU KELLY!”
Margo’s body went rigid as, just to add punctuation to her manipulation of her, Kelly bit her on the neck, bringing forth even more moans as Margo shuddered through her orgasm. Her hands were like claws digging into Kelly’s legs, the moans slowly dying down to whimpers as she rode out the aftershocks.
“Why Mrs. G,” Kelly murmured in her ear, “I do believe there’s a quivering little submissive in there somewhere.”
“Th-there is, K-k-kelly… and I want you to play with her like you were talking about some day… soon.”
Kelly kissed her sweetly on the cheek. “Sure thing Mrs. G, anything for you.” She stroked Margo’s hair. “I hope you know I was just helpin’ out my girl down there?”
“No problem, you were right… it wasn’t fair as I set things up.”
* * * * *
Jessica had spent her evening on call sitting in the employee lounge at the hotel, nervously eating whatever she could sneak out of the kitchen on her frequent raids. Her weight had been a self-image problem for her all her life… even Jimmy had made derogatory comments about her size… but Kelly… Kelly liked it. She seemed to revel in it… some of the things she’d whispered to Jessica the night before… oh God… Jessica got wet just remembering them. At one point Jessica had gotten up the courage to ask her if she really didn’t mind her weight.
Kelly had looked at her, lust and love swirling in her eyes. “Jess, you’re almost perfect.”
“You mean I just need to lose a little weight?”
“No, you silly bitch… you could stand to gain a few pounds.”
She was in such uncharted territory with Kelly… she felt like she was rushing along the very lip of a ledge, moving faster than she could navigate and she just hoped Kelly would be there to catch her if… no, when, she fell.
Then her mother had called. ‘They’ were back in the bar and demanded her to waitress for them.
She had been in the women’s locker room and changed, on her way towards the bar before her cell phone cooled off from the call.
She passed her mother at a fast walk. “I-was-in-the-lounge-don’t-worry-about-clocking-me-in-I’m-working-off-the-clock-bye.”
When she got to the darkened rear section, she stood there a moment, letting her eyes get accustomed to the light, or lack thereof.
She saw Eddy and Tamara over in a corner, lost in each others’ company. God, it could not possibly be more obvious how much in love they were.
She moved further in and saw Harry putting Carol across his knees. She had her head in Margo’s cunt… and Kelly was behind Margo… oh God, Kelly looked hot!
As she watched, the licking and the spanking began and Kelly started to play with Margo… Jessica was watching her lover be sexual with another person.
She wasn’t sure how she felt about it… she’d seen Kelly with her other lovers before, but that had been before they starting ‘dating’… on one level it made her feel insecure… she knew Kelly loved her, it wasn’t Margo or Carol or Harry that Kelly had wanted to be in bed with last night. And on another level, she wasn’t altogether sure she didn’t want to be in Carol’s place… although she wouldn’t want Harry to be spanking her… she’d want it to be Kelly.
She nervously looked over her shoulder. The sound of Harry’s hand hitting Carol’s ass could be heard all the way to where she was, loud and clear. She was pretty damn sure it could be heard out in the rest of the bar. The couple at table 27 was looking a little upset.
She turned her attention back to her new friends. She continued to watch, transfixed, as events culminated in Kelly’s attack on Margo’s neck and Margo’s loud orgasm. SHIT! She was sure that had been heard and as she turned around she realized she’d been paying far too much attention to the wrong thing. The man from table 27 had gotten up and gone to get her mother. He was returning to his seat and she was headed for the rear of the bar, looking angry.
Jessica moved to intercept her.
* * * * *
From the entrance to the section they heard Jessica’s voice.
“No, Mrs. Reynolds, everything’s fine, I have their order and was just bringing it out. Mrs. Grimes simply got a little rowdy, perhaps if you turn up the music a bit it will help muffle any further disturbance… no ma’am, I’m sure that no one was hit repeatedly back here.”
Carol paused in licking Margo. “Oh yes they were, wonderfully so. Sir, please, there was a part two to this…”
“And we’ll get to it as soon as we have some lubricant. I wonder if I could send Eddy up to the room…”
“No need, honey, check my bag,” Margo said. “I’ve started carrying it, simply because I know us… all of us,” she added, looking down at Carol.
* * * * *
Eddy watched the festivities from the corner as he cuddled Theresa. The look he had on his face puzzled her… he looked sad and lonely.
“Edward, sir, what’s wrong?”
“Hmm?”
“What’s wrong, sir? You seem upset, sad, worried, lonely… I’m not sure what, but you’re definitely not looking like a man in love should look.
“I’m sorry, sir. I may have spoken out of turn. It’s not my place to criticize.”
“You weren’t criticizin’, you were showin’ concern for the man you love and that’s appropriate in my book, no matter what you been told in the past.
“Theresa, if my life has been the example for any principle, that principle would be somethin’ like ‘the worse something is, the longer it lasts; conversely, the better something is, the shorter its duration’. The good things that have happened to me, with the exception of my friendship with Harry, have all gone away far too quickly where the bad things and their aftereffects, have stuck around far too fuckin’ long.
“Now here you are, the best thing that’s ever happened to me… ever. So I figure you’re gonna be gone any second. I reckon I’m just tryin’ to get my head ready for you leavin’.”
The fist that hit the side of his face may have been small and propelled by weakened muscles, but it had anger behind it.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” He looked down to see her crying, glaring up at him angrily through her tears.
“Edward John Janak, don’t you be preparing yourself for me leaving! The day you want me gone you may give me away or sell me, but until then you’re stuck with me! I may look like a frail little girl but believe you me, putting up with Fat Phillie Philouma is not a job a frail little girl can manage! I’ve managed it for over a year! I’m a little weak now because that sorry piece of shit tried to starve me, but you give me some time to recover and I’ll show you just how strong I am! I’m not some tragic little consumptive heroine from a Victorian novel!”
“Yeah, I can see that, that fuckin’ punch you just gave me hurt like hell!”
“I meant it to! Quit planning and preparing for my departure when I just got here! I’m yours, body and soul; not just because you own me but because for the first time in a long time I want to be.”
Her demeanor softened. “Edward, I am happier than I have ever been. Please, come be happy with me. It’s no fun for me to be happy alone, not when the reason I’m so happy is being haunted by vague ‘maybe’s.”
Eddy looked into her eyes and was amazed at the depth of the love he saw there.
“It’s an act, a sham. She’ll get her hands on some money and then she’ll leave you, just like all the others. Remember, monster, the Creature may hold the pretty girl for a time, but he never gets to keep her.”
“Edward, why are you so sure I’ll leave you?”
“Maybe I’d better tell you a bit about my track record with women…”
* * * * *
Jessica gave the bartender their drink order from the night before. She was on pins and needles. Her mother had turned the volume on the music up in the back section. Jessica was sure that they heard her talking to her mom, so she knew they were aware they’d been heard. Hopefully that awareness, and the increased volume on the music, would keep her mother away from them.
“So, what do you do when you’re back there with them for such long periods of time?” her mother asked from behind her.
If she didn’t know better, Jessica would have sworn that her heart had stopped. “Oh, listen to them tell wild, improbable stories mostly,” she lied. “They seem to like having an audience and I figure it’s less disturbing if I’m their audience then if they held court out here in the bar.”
“Uh huh… you know they offended several guests at brunch this morning… the hotel is having them served in a private room.”
“Mrs. Reynolds, from what I’ve seen, they’re not bad people, they’re just… a little unthinking sometimes. They get a little loud, a little inappropriate, but they don’t really mean any harm.”
“Hmmph. Oh, Jimmy came to see you here at the bar tonight. He said you’d called him this afternoon and told him it was over between the two of you.”
“Did he tell you why I told him it was over?”
“No and I’m quite sure I don’t want to know. But Jessica, he’s the only boyfriend you’ve ever been able to get. If you’d just take a little pride in yourself, stop eating so much-”
“MRS. REYNOLDS! I don’t think that kind of discussion is appropriate in the workplace. My order’s up, I need to deliver it.”
Shaking with anger Jessica picked up the tray and headed back to the darkened section.
* * * * *
For a moment, Harry felt a little guilty that he enjoyed anal sex so much. But it was a passing flicker of guilt, as it was obvious that Carol enjoyed it as much or more than he did. One hand under her and between her legs, the other wrapped around Margo’s leg, she was teasing her Madam toward another orgasm as Harry gently slid in and out of her ass.
He saw Margo and Kelly wave to someone, Kelly’s face had lit up like a Vegas strip hotel sign so he knew it had to be Jessica. He heard her walk up behind them. She kissed him on the cheek. “Putting your best face forward, Harry?”
“Oh, very humorous… if I weren’t having so much fun where I am, I’d have to put you over my knee and spank you.”
“Sorry Harry, only Kelly has spanking privileges on me.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll spank her for it,” Kelly said.
“Yummy,” Jessica replied. “Look, I gave the bartender a repeat of what you ordered last night, I hope that’s okay?”
“That’s… fine… Jessica… pardon… me… if… I … go… away… now…,” Margo moaned.
The sight of his wife’s orgasm as it caused all her delightful bits to jiggle sent Harry over the edge and he buried himself in Carol’s ass and swore he felt his balls shrivel as they emptied into her. Carol’s orgasm, not too far behind his, had her slowly sinking to the floor.
“Jessica, sweetie, if I asked you real nicely, would you go grab us some wet towels to clean up with and some dry ones too?”
“On it!”
After everyone was clean and dressed, and the used towels deposited in the bin under the bar, everyone but Eddy and Tamara sat down and talked. They looked like they were having one of ‘those’ conversations in the corner. The first round of drinks was quickly emptied and Jessica went back to the bar with their new orders and to retrieve water and bar munchies.
* * * * *
“… so that’s why I expect you to leave.”
“Alright Edward, I understand, at least somewhat, why you’re so scared of me leaving. But I can’t. Well, I can, but you’d have to abuse me very severely to make me pack up and leave, I mean you’d have to regularly have me in fear for my life… and I know that’s not going to happen with you. I would’ve left Phil… I would’ve left several of the ‘Family men’ I was with, except that you don’t leave them.
“But even if I didn’t love you more than I’ve loved any other man since my father, I’m not mentally programmed for ‘leaving’. I’m programmed for staying, pretty much no matter what.
“And then let’s look at it another way. Common threads in every story of a failed relationship that you told me about were that you met them at a bar, you were both drunk, and you came onto them because they looked like the type of woman who might be willing to sleep with, as you put it, a monster like you. Right?”
“Yeah… I guess that’s right.”
“Edward, I’m not the kind of woman who hangs out in bars looking for men. I’m not the kind of woman who gets drunk at a bar. Even if I were, even if I did, would you come onto me if you saw me drunk at a bar?”
“No… you’re not the kind of woman who’d be willing to fuck a… guy… like me.”
“You’re right, I’m not… I want far more out of my relationship with you than just fucking. That would be like Kelly offering you all her many charms and you saying ‘I’ll just suck your little toe, that’ll be fine’. I’m going to keep hammering on you that you’re a wonderful man and a good person until someday you get tired of me beating on you and believe it.
“So I’m not the kind of woman you’d normally hook up with. I was chosen for you by someone with uncanny insight. Someone who was more certain than she let herself know, I think, that I could not help but fall for you and that you had no choice but to fall for me. So to sum it all up, Edward, the only similarity between me and the women who’ve hurt you so badly so often over the years is that I’m of the same gender… right?”
“Yeah… that’s really about the only similarity.”
“Then stop expecting me to act like them.
Now kiss me and decide how best to punish me for striking you. No matter how upset I was that was completely uncalled for, totally unacceptable and I deserve whatever correction you deem proper.”
“I’m gonna punish you mercilessly, and I do mean mercilessly, by blowin’ raspberries on your belly until you’re laughin’ so hard you can barely breathe. You won’t know when, or where, but it’s comin’.”
“Yes sir,” she said, smiling up at him.
* * * * *
The conversation had relocated more to the center of the room when she returned. Harry explained that the smell of sex back where they had been was sort of distracting.
Carol looked in shock at her two ’shots’ of Goldshlager. The bartender, being friendly, had poured said shots into highball glasses… and since that wasted so much space in the glasses, he’d added more shnapps. Carol conservatively figured she had about 6 shots per glass. “Does anyone want to help me with this Goldshlager?” she asked plaintively.
“I’ll help,” Kelly volunteered.
“Sip it or bird it?” Carol asked.
“Bird me of course, you silly bitch!”
Carol took a healthy swig of the fiery liqueur, stood up and kissed Kelly from above, dribbling the fluid into her mouth. Kelly continued the kiss after the liqueur was long gone. Finally she broke the kiss.
“Damn that was good! Jess, Angel, you’ve got to try some of that.”
“Okay, I’m game… Carol?”
“Yeah Jess?”
“Well, no offense, but could Kelly, what did you call it? Bird me?”
Carol smiled. “Sure, no problem, but I get to bird it to her first.”
“Fair enough,” said Kelly, never one to pass up two kisses in place of one.
Harry leaned into his wife as he gently stroked her thigh. “Do you think they have any idea the effect watching them is having on us?”
“Probably not,” Margo said. “I think the desires of two horny old people are pretty damn far away from their minds right now.”
“I heard that,” Carol said, “and it isn’t true.” She took another large mouthful and stood over Kelly, kissed her and let the liqueur pour down into her.
They both kept the kiss short and Kelly got up, straddled Jessica’s lap and leaned down to kiss her, accidentally spilling some of the liqueur down the side of Jess’ face. She caught it with her fingers and as Jessica swallowed and the kiss continued, Kelly put the fingers between their mouths so they both could lick them clean, then continued to kiss Jessica. Finally Kelly just sat down astride Jessica and the two of them made out like teenagers.
* * * * *
Mrs. Reynolds was quite sure something was going on… the only problem was, she had no idea what. There was no way that they were taking any sexual advantage of her daughter; those people could have no interest in a fat girl like Jessica. Maybe it was drugs, or something even darker.
She did a smile-and-greet pass through the bar and made sure the two waitresses on duty were doing their jobs. Then she told Mike, the bartender, to keep an eye on things and quietly headed back towards the rear.
She got to the section entrance, stepped inside and to the right, one of her observation points when overseeing this part of the bar. She waited for her eyes to adjust.
Whatever she was expecting to see, it wasn’t this. Nothing really unusual on the right side; the large man and his little companion were cuddling and talking. Her eyes scanned to the center of the room, the more mature of the women and her husband, Mrs. Reynolds assumed, were sitting together watching… something… the girl on the chain was watching whatever it was as well.
She moved deeper into the darkness.
* * * * *
Kelly was back in the arms she’d been missing all day. She felt the warmth of her love close to her and she realized that she had fallen so hard for this girl.
“Jess, I love you and I’ve missed you all day and every second I’ve wished you were with me.”
“Baby, I know, it’s been the same for me. I love you so much. I called Jimmy this afternoon and broke it off and I’ve wanted to be back with you so bad.”
Their lips joined again and their hands began to roam across each others back and arms and neck.
Carol felt her before anyone heard her but it was only a split second before and could in no way change the course of events.
“JESSICA ANN REYNOLDS! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”
Time stopped, in that funny way it has of stopping when one really doesn’t want it to, those times one wishes one could just fast-forward past the next several hours and arrive at a point in time when all the drama was over.
“How do you want to play this one, she’s your mother?” Kelly whispered. She got no answer so she pulled back to see that Jessica was furious. “Whatever happens Angel, we’re all with you, okay?”
Jessica nodded, a tight, angry, controlled little nod.
Kelly got up and swung out of the way. Jessica got up, took Kelly by the hand and pulled her over to where Mrs. Reynolds stood, steaming.
Jessica had plastered a politely neutral face on. “Mother, please lower your voice. I’d like you to meet Kelly, my girlfriend.”
Mrs. Reynolds’ hand snapped back and headed for Jessica’s face only to run into Kelly’s face on the way.
“Mrs. Reynolds, you get that one as a freebie,” Kelly said, standing in front of Jessica as a shield, “you don’t want to pull that hand back again, though.”
Mrs. Reynolds sneered and brought her hand back. It was caught by the massive hand of the very large man.
“Really ma’am, you don’t want to do that,” Eddy said, gently holding her hand in place.
“Or what,” the woman said, suddenly frightened… she did a masterful job of covering the fear with scorn, “you’ll hit me?”
“No ma’am,” the huge man responded, calmly, “someone, whomever you hit, will be filing assault charges. That would be bad enough, but also, in all probability, they’ll be filing a lawsuit against you and the Omni Hotel chain as well, and that would get damned ugly, pardon my language. I certainly don’t think your employers want you to hit anyone in this room again; no matter how justified you might feel.”
Slowly reason returned to her eyes and everyone breathed a little easier. Her next words destroyed that sense of ease.
“You’re terminated, Jessica. I’ll be calling Security to escort you to the employee locker room and then off the premises. We’ll discuss this further when I get home.”
Kelly shot Harry a glance, he nodded.
“And immediately after you have her walked off the premises, Mrs. Reynolds, I’ll walk her right back on as our guest in the Presidential Suite.”
“I don’t think so, whatever your name was. She will not be allowed back onto hotel property.”
Margo stepped to the fore. “Then I think we’ll be leaving and talking to my friend, the manager of hotel operations, Mr. Saunders, explaining to him why we’re leaving and requesting a full apology from you, not only to us as a group, but to Kelly and to your daughter specifically.”
“You can give that shit up for Lent, I’m not apologizing to that little nigger…”
Mrs. Reynolds found herself facing a collection of very angry people. The very large man was behind her, blocking her exit. The rest of the group was in front of her and to her sides. The short girl who’d been led in on a leash got right up in her face.
“You’re going to apologize to my friend and you’re going to do so right now. If you don’t, I’m going to pull something very nasty out of my pocket and go to work on you with it. I’m real tired of ignorant fucking bigots using that hateful goddamn word to refer to a woman who’s a much better person than they’ll ever be. And please don’t think I’m afraid of the law. My friends will get me a very good lawyer and I’ll tell such a truthful and heart-rending story of a fucked-up childhood and an unfortunate life since that I won’t do much time at all. You, on the other hand, will be looking for a real good plastic surgeon to fix your face. Now apologize, bitch.”
Never for a moment did Mrs. Reynolds doubt she was in mortal danger from the little woman. In that she showed one of the few flashes of wisdom she had that night.
“Kelly… I apologize… for referring to you by that hateful word… I ask that you forgive me… for losing my temper and saying something I didn’t really mean.”
“Apology accepted.” Kelly turned to Jessica. “What do you want to do now, Angel?”
“What she wants to do is immaterial, I’m her mother and she’s going to go home and wait for me to get off work.”
Kelly turned and looked at her. “Ma’am, when I’m speaking to you, you’ll know it. Your daughter is eighteen. I asked her what she wanted to do, I did not ask what you expected her to do. I’ll thank you to let her answer the question.”
Jessica looked from Kelly to Harry to Margo and back to Kelly.
Harry’d had enough. “I’m sorry but I’m going to hurry this up a little because standing this close to you, Mrs. Reynolds, is something I’m finding distinctly unpleasant. Jessica, if you need a place to stay, we’ve got the room.”
“You need a job? Wanna deliver Chinese food? Pay ain’t what it was here, but it’s a living,” Kelly said.
“Kelly, I want to move in with you at Harry and Margo’s. I’d like to get a job delivering Chinese food. Mother, may I pack up some things at the house?”
Mrs. Reynolds barely contained her anger. “Take whatever you want but be out of there by the time I get home. Anything you leave I’m throwing out.”
“Fine,” Harry said, “glad we have all that settled. Eddy, would you and Kelly go with her and help her get her stuff together and over to the house? Margo, go get Mr. Saunders on the phone from the front desk. Tell him the whole story, including Mrs. Reynold’s unfortunate use of racial epithets. See how much shit you can stir up. Carol, you and I are going to go pack out the room. We’re going home.”
“What about me, Harry?” Tamara asked.
“Tammy, if you feel up to it we could sure use your help packing out the room. Good night Mrs. Reynolds, I sincerely hope you’re unemployed in the morning.”
With that they walked out, leaving Mrs. Reynolds with nothing but her anger.
* * * * *
The next several hours were full of activity and everyone’s tiredness didn’t make them go any easier. But eventually Harry, Margo, Carol and Tamara had made it to the house.
Perry and Bevy had been sent away after being paid for the full week. Before they’d left they’d hauled the crates of albums and equipment up to the old upstairs master bedroom, which had been Harry’s father’s office. They’d made arrangements to come back and shoot some photos of Carol, Tamara and Margo to use as models for “Dinosaur Ho”. Harry was pretty sure that once they met them, they’d be adding Kelly and Jessica to the model list.
After hauling in their luggage, Harry had gone upstairs to see the shape his bedroom was in. He threw the last of his remaining things into some boxes and put them in the office as well. Then he ripped the sheets off the double bed and took them down to the laundry room. He had Carol go put fresh sheets on the bed and finish airing the room out.
Margo put away everything they had brought home. She was satisfied, overall, with the results of her conversation with Martin Saunders. Mrs. Reynolds was going to be spoken with the next day. If Mr. Saunders wasn’t happy with the answers he got, and Margo was pretty sure he wouldn’t be, she would be terminated. They had three nights stay in the Presidential Suite comp’d the next time they visited, provided they stayed a full week. After Jessica had mentioned it to her, she’d made sure that Saunders knew she’d paid to have a night’s stay and the brunches of the people they’d discomfited that morning taken care of. She knew he’d make sure they received them.
They didn’t mean to be loud and obnoxious… it just seemed to happen: especially when Harry and Eddy got together. If you added alcohol and an appreciative audience to the mix, inappropriateness and high volume were guaranteed. Margo foresaw a lot of apologies and soothing of ruffled feathers when they went out together. She smiled. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
Harry walked into the bedroom. “My beloved wife, I have a date with a big ol’ bowl of dope in that pipe, but before I go getting stoned, I’m going to make a quick run to H.E.B.”
As Eddy had checked out of the Omni as well, Margo and Tamara prepped the guest room for Eddy and Tamara to occupy.
“You know, I wasn’t quite thinking when I stormed out of the Omni just how much work would be involved,” Margo said with a rueful grin.
Tamara looked up at her. “You were all willing to go pretty far for someone you’d just met the day before, ma’am. I was a little surprised.”
Margo sat down on the edge of the newly sheeted bed. “If she and Kelly weren’t involved, I don’t know if we would have gone as far as fast… I’d like to think we would have. Jessica seems like a very sweet girl, I like her a lot. But she is involved with Kelly, and Kelly’s one of our own, just like you and Eddy and Karen and Patricia are. We protect our own, whenever and wherever we can.”
Carol came in. “Well, both sets of sheets that were stripped are in the wash. Shouldn’t be a problem getting them in the dryer before everyone crashes. What’s up with y’all?”
“Oh, we’re just discussing what went down at the hotel,” Margo said. “Have a seat, join the confab.
“Besides,” she continued, “I noticed you were right there with us, Tammy.”
“Edward was there, I was there.” She said as the simple axiom it was, in her mind. “Carol, were you really going to cut Mrs. Reynolds?”
“Not sure. I know I sure wanted to. I don’t like that fucking word. I really don’t like it when it gets applied to someone I love, someone who’s as special as she is. I think if the chickenshit bitch had been a little ballsier and not backed down, I probably would have just beat the shit out of her. Using my razor could get me in serious trouble.” She leaned over and hugged Tammy. “Have I mentioned how happy I am that we were able to get you away from that fat fuck Phil? It’s good to be able to spend some time with you again, especially since you’re away from that line of ‘family men’ you were with.”
“It’s good to be out of there. Edward is so sweet and so gentle. I don’t know how he’s managed to stay that way, given the women in his past, but he’s so beautiful and so fragile.”
Above her head Carol and Margo looked at one another and smiled. It might be a part of Eddy they’d never see, but they didn’t doubt that it was real. They both envied her the chance to see that side of him… not the physical intimacy, but the emotional intimacy.
“I’m glad you’re happy, Tammy. I’m glad Eddy’s happy. I’m glad we’re all happy… let’s just see if we can have a more drama-free life for awhile,” Carol said.
Margo heard her cell going off in the living room and went to answer it. Carol looked at Tamara. “Do you need anything from the kitchen? I’m feeling a bit hungry.”
“If you don’t think anyone would mind…”
“Goddamn it, Tamara, stop that! These people like you. Give them time and they’ll love you, just like they love Eddy and Kelly. You’re a guest here, a welcome guest. Quit acting like you’re imposing by breathing.”
Tamara looked up at her from having dropped her eyes to the floor. “Carol, I’m sorry… I’m not used to being welcome.”
Carol sat down and hugged her. “I know, Tammy. Just work on believing you are, here, and that these people want nothing but good for you. If you and Eddy didn’t work out, as long as you behaved honorably and decently, they’d still want nothing but good things for you. Now let’s go get something to eat before I starve!”
As the girls headed for the kitchen Margo got off the phone and followed them in.
“Well, that was Eddy. They stopped and grabbed some boxes behind a couple of liquor stores and hit Jessica’s house. Luckily Mrs. Reynolds was already there… Eddy was worried otherwise she’d claim that he or Kelly had stolen something. They’re doing a very hurried smash-and-grab on Jessica’s room. She’s somewhat of an emotional wreck, completely understandably, but seems to be holding her shit together well enough to help them get her out of there.”
“Yeah, I imagine she wasn’t expecting to lose her mother, her job and her home all in one night when she got up this morning,” Carol said. “I’m thinking that if it looks like this is going to be permanent, we’ll eventually switch the office upstairs with their room, to let them have the extra space.”
“Well, sounds good to me. You are, after all, the lady of the house,” Margo said with an honest and open smile. “You do what seems best to you.”
Carol looked at her, trying to see any sign of resentment. “You’re sure you’re okay with that?”
Margo laughed, “God yes! Honey, I’m not the housewifely type, I have a career I love and while I’m by no means a neat freak, I like coming home to a reasonably clean house and the promise of a hot meal somewhere in my future. For the freedom from having to worry about that,” she dropped to her knees, “I will, upon request and advance notice, do anything the Lady of the House demands.”
“Margo, you are so beautiful… I may forget how hungry I am and do you right now on the floor,” Carol said.
Margo looked up. “Well, let’s get you and Tammy fed first and then find a bed… I’m a little worn out tonight for the floor in the kitchen to have much appeal… although the living room… that’s a different story.”
In the end they all agreed that soup or sandwiches were probably best. As they sat and ate, Harry got back from the grocery store. After he unloaded the car he nuked a bowl of soup and sat down with them. Margo started to fill him in on Eddy’s call.
“Don’t bother honey, he called me too. I’m glad Mrs. Reynolds was there as well. I hate to think this of anyone, but I wouldn’t want her causing any trouble for Eddy or Kelly, or Jess for that matter, and I wouldn’t put it past her to claim they robbed her blind. With all four of them there at the same time. The chances of that should be negligible.
“I used to think my naïve little liberal ass understood the plight of blacks in this country… I don’t understand shit. I can’t understand it. There’s no one name anyone can call me that’s loaded with four hundred years worth of hatred and bigotry… and I can’t begin to imagine how it must feel to have one out there that can be used so freely by people. I never had any problem understanding how blacks could use that word among themselves. Not to equate the two situations, but Eddy and I called each other names we would’ve beaten the shit out of anyone else for calling us.”
“Well, I know you have a deep and abiding need to get stoned, Harry, but let’s wait for them to get back… I’m thinking we all need the break… and after never smoking very much at all before I came here, I’ve missed it the past several days,” Margo said. “Good God! Harry!”
“What!”
“Does this mean, after all these years, I’m finally not a Brain anymore, I’m a Stoner?”
Harry laughed. “Yes my dear, you are now one of us. The many, the incoherent, the brain-fried… welcome to the Society of the Baked, Those Who Wear the Red Eyes, the Dope-Smoking Freaks! Just a few more degradations must I lure you into and you will be a complete and total bottom-feeding servant of Evil like myself!” He chuckled maniacally.
“It’s like I said, Margo, the drug use has destroyed his mind. Luckily we’re made of stronger stuff than him,” Carol said.
“True. I kept praying he’d snap out of it… but now it’s too late. He’s fallen to the Drooling-Moron side of the Force. Tamara, I must apologize for my husband… he is not well.”
“It’s alright Margo, I’ve seen this before. A perfectly normal and sane person driven to depravity and perversion by exposure to the demon marijuana… I hope they hurry home soon so we can smoke some.”
They all burst out in laughter. Margo got up from the table. “Tammy, you’re going to fit in just fine around here. Come on, let me give you a tour of the house and show off what we’re having done to it.”
As the two of them walked away Carol sighed and looked at Harry as he did his best drooling moron impression… which was frighteningly good. “Come on Igor, let’s clean up some in here… if you’re very good and don’t break anything, I’ll let you lick me between my legs.”
“Yes Caaaarooool… Igor like… Igor like!” Harry said as he followed behind her.
* * * * *
The truck and cars that pulled away from the apartment complex where Jessica had lived were filled with somber people. Eddy called the house and told them they were on their way.
They arrived at the house and everyone helped Kelly and Jess take the boxes up to their new bedroom. Then they left them. As they were leaving Harry said, “There’s sandwich makings and soup in the kitchen… we’re gonna go get stoned. Y’all know you’re free to join us or have some quiet alone time if that’s what you need.”
“Thanks Harry, we’ll see,” Kelly said. After Harry shut the door she asked, “Are you going to be okay, Angel?”
“Eventually… Mom and I haven’t gotten along in years but when I started working at the Omni, was making my own money, contributing towards expenses, she seemed to be starting to chill some. And then this had to happen.”
“Baby, I’m so sorry-”
“Kelly, don’t. You have nothing to apologize for. I should be apologizing to you for the next hundred years for what a fucking piece of shit cow my mother is.”
“You don’t apologize for her, not to me, not ever. You have no responsibility for what she said. You were behaving like an adult, your mother wasn’t. I was very proud of you. I could see how angry you were.”
“Well thanks… Kelly… why’d you step in front of me and take that hit?”
“Because you didn’t deserve it… I was the one she wanted to hit, you knew it, I knew it, everyone there knew it. And because she had no business hitting you… I was protecting the woman I love… I like getting hit in the face by old cracker bitches… take your pick, I got a million of them.” She smiled. “So what do you want to do now?”
“Love you for the next couple of years at least… get clean… was he serious, they’re going to be firing up a blunt downstairs?”
“A blunt? My little delicious, delectable darling, blunts are so passé… they’re going to be firing up the hookah! Let’s hurry up with that shower… I could use a rinse as well.”
* * * * *
Downstairs they heard one of the upstairs showers kick on. Eddy was already in the guest bath with Tamara. Harry was curled up between Margo’s legs, rested his head on one of her thighs. “Have I told you lately, Carol my love, how glad I am that you suggested having a bigger water heater installed during the renovation?”
Carol, who was laying back having a breast sucked by Margo, said, “No, not lately, but I’m thinking there’s gonna be four people in this house real soon who wish it’d already been put in.”
As they lay naked almost dozing, they heard shouts from upstairs, followed by a cry and Eddy cursing downstairs.
Soon they were joined in the candlelit living room by a disgruntled looking Eddy, naked but for a towel which, while of an appreciable size, didn’t cover much of the man and Tamara, looking worlds better than she had when Harry first laid eyes on her, wearing a towel which, although the same size as Eddy’s almost served her as a dress. Harry could see exactly what Phil had tried for in her look. Her armpits and pubic area were shaved and she looked like a well-developed underage girl… as if the Catholic schoolgirl outfit she’d been wearing hadn’t been enough of a clue, he thought.
“Are we waitin’ for the Junior Lesbian Drum and Bugle Corps to show up before we fire up that bad boy?” Eddy asked.
“Yeah, I think you’d better or I’m gonna open up a can o’ whupass on you,” Kelly answered as she came downstairs. “Besides you big escaped Sasquatch motherfucker, it’s the Junior Bisexual Drum and Bugle Corps, although with that crack of yours, it might as well be lesbian for all of this pussy you’re gonna see.”
“Oh, knowin’ you Kelly, I’m gonna see it a lot… now, as to getting’ any of it, well, that mighta been a problem, but now I have the world’s loveliest, and most amenable, woman as my own and I’m afraid your feminine charms, enticin’ as they are, just do not hold a candle.” Eddy sat down on the floor and scooped a giggling Tamara into his arms. He burrowed his head through the edge of her towel, put his lips to the bare belly he’d exposed and blew a great, resounding raspberry on it. The peals of laughter that erupted from Tamara were such a beautiful sound that everyone was helpless to resist laughing along.
The naked Kelly stood by her head as Eddy continued to make obnoxious noises on her belly. “Sister, do you wish the Junior Bisexual Drum and Bugle Corps to come to your aid and rescue you from this reprehensible man who is even now having his way with your sweet young tummy?”
“N-n-n-n-no… I-I-I’m f-f-fine…” she gasped out. “I-I-I’m… being… punished.”
“Alright, then I shall shift realities and go sit with my liege Arthur, his Queen, Guinevere and our wizard Merlin.” She looked at Jessica, who was somewhat self-consciously wrapped in a towel. “Come Lady Jessica, let us make ourselves comfortable, hopefully far away from that great belly-frapper Sir Edward and his poor unfortunate Lady Tamara.”
Sir Edward finally released the lovely and now quite naked Lady Tamara from his grasp. He gently wiped away her tears and when she went into a proper kneeling position, he pulled her out of it and into his arms, holding her close and cradling her as a miser would his gold.
They sat down and Kelly looked at Harry and bowed her head, then raised it again. “My lord, we are assembled. In the parlance of that belly-frapper, Sir Edward, fire it up, if you would be so kind.”
The six hoses of the pipe were in use; Eddy looked at Tamara and offered her the tip.
“No thank you Edward. I think the smoke in the air will be more than enough for me.”
“Do you not smoke?”
“Not much… no real problem with it, just not something I’ve ever had much of a chance to do.”
“Would you like to?”
“I guess… I gather you smoke quite a bit.”
“You could say that, yes, yes you could. Arthur, you could say I smoke quite a bit, couldn’t you?”
“Yes, yes, Sir Edward, you could say you smoke quite a bit… just as you could say that Lady Kay has a small exhibitionist streak, or that Merlin likes to be tied up once in a blue moon, or that I find my wife and Merlin mildly attractive. In that sense, one of massive understatement, you could say that Sir Edward smokes quite a bit.”
As Sir Edward gently reintroduced Lady Tamara to the fine recreation of dope smoking, Arthur lay between the legs of his Queen and stroked the thigh of his court magician. He thought to himself that even with the unfortunate reason for their return, it was good to be home. Yes, it was home where he, Guinevere and Merlin were, but this place, this land, this just made it even more so. He looked over at Lady Kay and her new paramour, Lady Jessica. What a hard night it had been for them both. They both had been tested and they both had risen to every challenge. Now it was time for them to relax and he was pleased to see that Lady Kay’s powers of seduction had not failed her. The Lady Jessica’s compromise with modesty was thrown to one side so her lover could more easily caress all of her. He could think of no lovelier way to spend time than in this good company, sharing the love of his friends and companions. Across from him Sir Edward’s new Lady knelt next to him submissively, finally released from his arms, giving the illusion that he was in complete control. But her sweet dominance over him was unmistakable, and was to his benefit from all Arthur could see. His oldest friend deserved this happiness, if he would only allow himself to accept it as his own. Edward had his Tamara… Kay had her Jessica… Arthur, blessed above any man’s deserving, had Guinevere and Merlin.
As he drew on the pipe he knew it to be exhausted of unsmoked herb. He stood up.
“The workmen will be coming far too early in the morning. Now that this bowl is smoked to the dregs, I suggest we all repair to our chambers and sleep while we may. Come my ladies, let us away.”
Guinevere and Merlin stood to join him and the three of them bowed to the assembled company and took their leave of them.
Edward looked upon his fair Lady and found her to be… sleepy. Not surprising at all, really. He lifted her in his arms and stood, effortlessly.
“Kay, Jessica, we also take our leave of you. Sleep well, the first night you are together in your new home.” He bowed, somewhat carefully, and headed for the guest room.
“Kel- Kay, are all of you mad? Has some spell robbed you all of your senses?”
“Jessica, my Lady most fair… if this be a curse… if such a company as this, our circle, be a curse, then all should be as damned as we. If the love, one for another, that we share, evident in word and in deed, be some foul spell, then may we witches daily offend. If the joy of slipping into romance’s heroic tales makes us appear mad, then may Camelot have padded walls.
“To play together with just one other is a gift much rarer than gold, how precious then to play with many? Our inner children frolic in the sun together while our outer adults engage in their passions and desires.
“My love, you have lost much tonight… mayhap this is a small glimpse of what you have gained and may it soften your loss and stay your tears. But even if it is not so, let us go up together, and if you must cry then I shall kiss your tears from your face and if you need laughter I shall revel in it like rain from the heavens.”
“You are extraordinary, Lady Kay,” Jessica said, love shining from her eyes and bathing Kay’s face.
Kay reached over and stroked her love’s face. “My love, are you sure you do not flatter me merely to entice me to quench your lust?” She smiled devilishly.
“I am sure I do not do so… but since you have mentioned it…”
“Yes, let us ascend to our tower chamber.”