Royce (3 page)

That was round one.  He opened the champagne and poured two glasses, this was just the beginning they were in for a long night.  Unless he and Tammy made plans to leave early he could stay with a woman all night and if for some reason either he or Tammy decided to go he’d hear Patty on the intercom, “Jeremy Steel you’re wanted at the front, your party is waiting.”  So unless something changed he was going to be with Stacy tonight until the last session.  That was the other thing Patty and Doug did, they tried to keep everyone on schedule and they tried to make sure everyone had a chance for pleasure or to be with another person of their choosing so every hour on the hour you’d hear two bells, then one.  The two bells signaled the session was up and if you wanted to move to something or someone else you had ten minutes to do so, the single bell signaled a new session was in play.  He heard the two bells, Stacy didn’t move as if she was ready to leave and neither did he.  When the last bell sounded they were already into session two.

He went to the dresser and brought out what looked like a feather duster to him, he went back to the bed and untied Stacy and turned her over and retied her legs and went all over her body with the feathers tickling her.  She liked this kind of stuff, he wasn’t into it.  She tried it on him and he didn’t get it, for one thing he didn’t like being tied up it was too constricting.  He went up and down between the crevice of her rear, she raised her behind high and he ran the feathers up and down sensually.  With her behind high up he was ready he knelt behind her and tore open the condom package and placed the condom on quickly.  He entered her and thrust inside her, she cried out, he pumped and pushed and worked her.  He picked up the vibrator and turned it on, “Yes, Jeremy, yes,” she said when she heard the sound.  He placed it against her behind, he ran it up and down her crevice, she cried out, he knew she liked this, he found her opening back there, he worked the vibrator around and around and she went ballistic.  She screamed.  He moved hard inside her and worked the vibrator until he and she erupted and she quaked in her orgasm and he squirted with gusto inside the condom. 

That was round two and Royce was just having fun,
this is what sex in all about, fun, pleasure, you pleasing someone and them pleasing you.
  Tammy liked the vibrator thing too.  Stacy had turned them on to it so he had her to thank for this new addition to their sex life. 

He untied Stacy.  They cleaned themselves up a bit and drank some more champagne.  He sat on the bed and she sat naked Indian style.  He saw her red patch of hair between her legs; her drapes matched her carpet as they say.  He brought the tray of food over, he went for the peach slices and her the grapes.

“I think we’re going to quit The Club,” she said munching on her grapes.

“Oh why so,” he wasn’t alarmed he was thinking the same, had been contemplating it for a couple of months now.  The Club
is not something you can do forever, he knew that.

“Well I’m having a baby.”

Now he was shocked, “Wow, really, congratulations!”  He looked at her, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?  Maybe we wouldn’t have… you know been so…rough at times.”

She laughed, “That’s exactly why, I wanted what we did, it might be the last time I’m here,” she said smiling, he smiled too, “Don’t worry, I’ve never known anyone to lose a baby through sex,” she said, “Anyway I’m only about three months my little fetus is tucked away nice and tight inside me,” she laughed and said, “You’re big, but you’re not that big,” he laughed.

“Well I’m happy for you and your husband and I’ll miss you, but we’re thinking the same, my wife and I.   We’re thinking of quitting too.” 

“Oh why…when you’re so good at it?”

“Well, I’m getting extremely busy and it’s just one more thing…You know what I mean?”

And then they went to round four, five and six.  By then they’d used four condoms and every toy they liked and went through the champagne and bottle of red wine and had eaten all the fruit and when they heard two bells.

“The night is over Pleasure Seekers and I hope you had fun, until next time,” Patty said over the intercom.

“Well, if I don’t see you again, congratulations on the baby,” he said and that was that. 

He left and saw Tammy coming towards him, he kissed her on the side of her mouth.  The couples who were still there gave their valet number to Patty who had the valets start bringing around cars, and periodically you heard, “147, 147, your car is ready.”

They called their number and he and Tammy left, he never asked who she slept with or what she did during the night and she never asked him.  The only thing they did was add anything new they liked to their own bedroom repertoire.

Royce was happy with his life.  He was a good ol boy from Amarillo, as Texan as Texan could get, he was confident, slightly arrogant and sure of himself.  He had Tammy who had turned out to be a good wife, two beautiful children and his best friend as his business partner.  They ran a thriving business and he wouldn’t have changed a thing in his life…but all that would change the night Joy Abrams walked into The Club.

It had been a couple of months since he and Tammy had been to The Club, and he’d heard from Bobby that Stacy and Paul quit. “Bummer,” Bobby said, “She was a good lay,” and he agreed with him.  But tonight they’d decided to do a party and he really wasn’t looking forward to it.  Lately his mind had been consumed with something that had him mystified and he’d really rather stay home and think on that, but for Tammy he found himself in the main room his black mask on mingling with the other guests waiting for the party to start.  Then Bobby nudged him slightly and gave a small nod towards the front entrance.

Royce turned and there she was.  Joy Abrams was standing there, her husband Michael by her side.  She wore all black, a little black dress that hugged her curves, black high stiletto shoes, her beautiful shapely legs were bare, her dark hair was pulled back into a twist at the nape of her neck and her eyes were covered with a black mask with dark shiny black feathers. She was stunning.  He had to close his mouth.

They’d joked about Joy joining The Club for months now. Every since they’d seen her in a pencil skirt at the neighborhood Christmas party the Homeowners Association put on every year. The children were running around and the Santa was actually quite good and authentic looking from the rosy cheeks to the long white fluffy beard.  They had toys for the kids, food and activities and the adults stood around talking and all the men who reluctantly went to these things were glad they’d gone because Joy Abrams had all their libidos aflutter.

The Abrams were a fairly new family then. They’d moved in just before school started and had been in the neighborhood a few months.  The only reason he was aware of them as was everyone else was because they were black.  It wasn’t unusual to have a black family in the neighborhood; there were four already, all wealthy and moneyed like the rest.  Until they’d seen Joy Abrams they’d never even thought about a black family being a member of The Club, but at the Christmas party she came in with Michael and her two children.  She was wearing a black pencil skirt, black high heeled boots and a gold trendy blouse and she was so beautiful.  But it was the pencil skirt that captured the men that day.  It hugged her curves to perfection and all agreed she had the most perfect behind they’d ever seen.

Royce was one of them.  He couldn’t get enough of looking at her behind.  He admired her perfect swells and round contours.  He always did like a nice behind.  That was how he’d met Sharla he was looking at her behind, and he loved on that behind for a year until she broke up with him and he moped around until Bobby got sick of it and said.

“Okay man you’re driving me nuts with this sad sack expression let’s go have some fun and maybe get you laid,” he laughed and said, “I heard of this place some of the kids been talking about, Winchesters, it’s off 114.”

And that was the night he met Tammy and Tammy did not have a great behind.  No one’s behind had moved him since Sharla until at the Christmas party Joy Abrams had him mesmerized.

It was Bobby who made the first comment that day.  He leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Wouldn’t you like that in The Club?”  And Royce chuckled.

Joy and Michael were standing talking to Phil who managed the country club, and his wife.  Then Phil took them around to introduce them to everyone.  When they got to Tammy she beckoned him over.  Joy was holding onto Michael’s arm and when he stood in front of her he saw the most stunning woman.  Her hair was deep dark black that flowed down her back in a wavy cascade, a natural wave framed dark ebony eyes and golden brown luminous silk skin; her lips shimmered with pink frosting waiting to be kissed, kissable lips is what she had, full and luscious.  Royce thought Joy Abrams was stunningly beautiful and he’d never even thought to look at a black woman or black people for that matter.  He knew who he was and how he was raised; he was a good ol boy and black people didn’t figure in any of his plans or in his life period, but here he was looking at a black woman and finding her attractive, more than attractive, extremely beautiful is what he found her.

As he was introduced it was clear Michael was the outgoing talkative one; he was charming and wasn’t bad looking either, tall, a deeper brown than Joy, a thin mustache and hair cut close.  Joy although stylish and trendy in her black skirt and gold blouse came across as shy.

“I’m Michael Abrams and this is my wife Joycelyn,” she smiled shyly at him as they spoke. “You can call me Joy,” she said with her shy smile and offered her hand for him to shake.  And somehow he got through the introductions trying not to stare and for some reason as he looked into her eyes he found himself wanting to take her in his arms and hold her and he wanted to kiss those exquisite pink painted lips and his heart felt like it was on a roller coaster about to take that first steep drop and he could feel blood pulsing rapidly through his veins.  His reaction to her was powerful and overwhelming and he forced himself to tear his eyes away from her and shake Michael’s hand.

“Nice to meet you,” she said as she was pulled away and his eyes followed her. 

The next day over golf with Collin, Chris, Eric and Bobby all members of The Club and all had something to say.

“I’m sure the wives would love him, he’s tall dark and handsome,” Chris said.

“I don’t know if it’s good for us, you know what they say about black men,” they all laughed.

“Yeah, but her, did you see the ass on that woman?” Collin commented.

“Ow Mama,” they laughed, “I’ve never seen anything so perfect and the proportion so right,” and they all agreed.

“But the anonymous thing, how would they be anonymous?  We’d all know who they were?”

Royce laughed to himself.  “We all know who the others are anyway,” but he knew when everyone was white you could pretend you didn’t.

“Yeah it’s a thought, but who would ask,” Bobby said, “I mean I’m not going up to a large black man and say,
Hey I got this club I belong to and I’d like you to join so I can fuck your wife,”
they all guffawed.  All of them knew he was right, who would have the gall to do that.  They’d just moved into the neighborhood, but apparently somebody did because here they were Michael and Joy Abrams. 

Michael and Joy made their way in and Michael took two glasses of white wine from a tray.  He handed one to Joy and then said something to her, she nodded and he walked away from her.  She walked over and found a spot near a wall and stood there and immediately men approached her.  Royce watched her.  She took big sips of her wine and soon her glass was empty, and he saw what the other men didn’t, she was scared, scared and terrified.  He watched her a little longer, she shook her head
no,
to one guy, then another and when he saw her shake her head
no
to a third he made his way over to her.

He took a glass of white wine with him and handed it to her and he leaned in and whispered in her ear, “It’s not as bad as it seems,” and she said, “Oh really, are you sure I feel like I’m in Oz right now,” he laughed, “And I’ve been clicking my ruby slippers and every time I open my eyes I’m still here,” he laughed again.  This time loudly and a few people turned to stare, and Tammy was one of them.  She’d never heard Royce laugh like that, he smiled or chuckled but laugh so unguarded, so free, and uninhibited she’d never heard it. 

“I’m Jeremy, Jeremy Steel,” Royce said and offered his hand.

              “Nice to meet you Jeremy, I’m Sedona,” he raised an eyebrow.  That was an unusual name, most had chosen sexy names, it was a sex club after all.  There was Larry the Cable Guy, John Rockhard, Bobby went by Harry Balls, and Collin was James Bondage and the women were the same, Tammy was Linda Lovely, and Sarah was Shirley Nipple, and there was Gina Spot, “But you can call me G Spot,” she always said, so Sedona didn’t fit, “Sedona that’s an interesting name.”

“Well, Sedona is open, free, red, desert, wet, hard, serene, peaceful, it’s so many things and that’s what I want to be so many things, and I didn’t want to confine myself to one thing in this experience,” she said, and his heart beat wildly.  He loved that answer and then he found himself wanting to take her in his arms and hold her, just hold her, “That’s beautiful,” he said instead.

“Alright Pleasure Seekers, if you’ve made your choice you may go to a location of your choosing, if not the night is still young,” Patty said interrupting his thoughts. 

He took Joy’s hand, “I’ve made my choice,” behind her mask he saw her eyes widen.  He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I think you’ll be pleased with your choice,” and then he looked her in the eye.  She paused a moment, studying him, then she gripped his hand, “Well since this is my first time and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing I hope you can say the same Mr. Steel,” he laughed loudly again.  He had no idea what to make of her, but he was intrigued.  His heart was beating wildly and she was a mystery to him. 

Tammy saw him walking away with Joy and she smiled, so her Royce, her charming Royce was going to be the first to have Joy Abrams.  She figured if anyone could get her it would be him and she chuckled.  She saw Michael being led away by Gina Spot, a good choice for him too; Gina was not shy in bed she’d heard.  He was in for a rip roaring night.  She turned her attention back to who was left and nobody was left but her and Bobby.  Everyone had paired up or went to the orgy room.  Bobby looked at her and started coming towards her, she put her hand up, “Don’t even think about it,” she said.  “Oh please, I wasn’t coming for that for Christ sake, it would be like sleeping with my sister,” he cringed and shook his body, “Yeesh don’t even make me think of something like that,” she laughed and they made their way to the orgy room.  Maybe they could pull someone away from there.

Royce led Joy to a bedroom.  They walked into the prepared room and he saw the familiar, the tray of chocolate covered strawberries, assorted grapes and peach slices, the whipped cream and dipping sauces, the tub of drinks and the tray of glasses on the dresser.

“Would you like a drink?

“Yes, please,” she said and he saw the fear and wariness was back in her eyes.

“White wine?”  He was trying to control himself and feel normal by doing something ordinary.

“Yes,” she said.  He opened the bottle and poured two glasses, and handed one to her; he let her sip a moment then he took it from her hand.

“Dance with me” he said.  There was always soft music playing in the background, it was piped through speakers throughout the house.   He’d always noticed it, it was easy listening, soulful jazzy is how he would describe it, it wasn’t the popular music you’d hear on the radio, not country and western which was what he liked, it was soft sexy music and sometimes when he wasn’t in the mood for music he’d turn down the speaker, but tonight he needed it and he took her in his arms.  He was a good ol boy and he knew two dances, two stepping and slow dancing, and this night didn’t call for two stepping; he needed a slow dance tonight.  He wrapped her in his arms and held her close so that she had to lay her head against him and he found the rhythm of the song and slowly danced with her.  He felt her tense at first but as the song wore on he felt her relax little by little, and so did he.  He loved holding her, his arms around her slim waist; he’d wanted to hold her since he first met her at the Christmas party and it felt good, it felt right; their bodies pressed together as they moved to the soulful music.  He danced two songs with her, just holding her and then he looked at her.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?”  She nodded, and slowly he pressed his lips against hers.  He parted her mouth with his tongue and went inside, and his heart raced wildly, he was kissing her and it felt good, it felt right, his lips on hers, those kissable lips.  He ran his tongue across her lips time and time again and softly sucked her bottom lip over and over.  His tongue explored her mouth and he kept kissing her and he didn’t want to stop.  He heard her moan and then he realized he’d been softly moaning all along.  He didn’t know when he’d cupped her face between his hands and lost himself to the kiss. 

Now he regained himself and began kissing her along her chin and down her throat and slowly he lowered her zipper and when it was down he eased her dress off her shoulder and lowered it down her body.  She wore a black lace bra that pushed her breast up. 
Nice, real nice
, he thought, at the brown creaminess of her skin.  He let his lips run across the top of her cups, “Ah,” she moaned and he lowered her dress, kissing her body and down her belly until he had to get on his knees.  Then he kissed her above the rim of her black lace matching panties, they were the boy short style and when he raised her leg so she could step out of her dress he caught his breath.  She was breathtaking, standing there in her black lace bra, and panties, tall black stilettos and her black feathered mask against her light brown smooth as silk skin.  He stared at her and a picture flashed before his eyes. 

He saw himself naked in front of her, a dog collar around his neck, she had a whip in her hand and her stilettoed shoe was up in his chest and he was panting like a dog, he had no idea where that image came from, he cleared it away and came back to the here and now. 

He ran his tongue along the rim of her panties across her pubic area.  Then he turned her around and he gasped.  Her perfect behind was hugged so in the boy short panties, her golden skin showing through the lace he cupped her behind and buried his face against her cheeks and dipped his hand inside the rim and slowly peeled down her panties and caught his breath at the unveiling.  Royce kissed her behind, sucked her globes and licked the top of her crevice and she tasted sweet.  She was sweet and he loved it, he sucked her sweet cheeks, he sucked her hard and used his tongue to twirl around on it, she cried out, he eased her panties down and she stepped out of them.