Sixty-Nine (14 page)

O
ut of feeling an internal need to concede to Rebe, just from the sheer feeling of the loud voice of her wrongdoings, Magnolia
agreed to keep her promise and go with Rebe and Armani to the new swinger’s club in Miami called Erotic City. She’d agreed
mainly out of not being able to say no, but also because she was a little bit curious.

Darla had decided to pass, telling both Rebe and Magnolia the good news via three-way call. She told them she was handling
her necessary business, including going back to one of the locations to sign a lease for her new store. They cheered Darla
on and agreed to celebrate later.

Tonight, though, was a big step toward Magnolia’s and Rebe’s New Year’s resolutions, and they convinced themselves they were
ready to try the lifestyle, if only for one night.

Magnolia sat in the passenger seat of Rebe’s Mercedes, and Armani rode along, sitting in the backseat. Magnolia kept her mind
on the topic of Randall and Kandi rather than think about what awaited her at the sex club. She’d actually called Rebe from
work the day before to tell her what happened, but chickened out. She changed the subject once the words just wouldn’t flow
right. She didn’t know how to tell her friend who’d been through more than enough her entire life. Magnolia believed telling
her what transpired with her ex-husband deserved a face-to-face, and she was just going to have to be a big enough woman to
do it. But not tonight.

They valet parked and Magnolia looked up at the purple neon sign that read,
EC Miami
.

From the outside, you couldn’t tell what was really going on behind freaky closed doors. It was owned by Milan Kennedy Lewis
and Lavender Lewis, a couple who had a very successful swinger’s club in Atlanta, yet who’d just opened their second location
in central Miami-Dade County, on 77th Avenue. Lavender was a former boxing champ who was known the world over, and his new
wife, Milan, was the daughter of a famous jazz musician from the sixties. They were also raising Lavender’s son, Taj. Lavender’s
son’s psycho mother was serving time in jail for trying to kill Milan in a jealous rage. But Milan and Lavender were now on
the other side of drama.

Rebe’s young, hot lover, Armani, walked in with Magnolia and Rebe on each arm like he owned the place, as he was on the VIP
guest list. He showed them the ropes, so to speak, schooling them on the art of engaging. He suggested they only watch the
first time out until they felt more comfortable.

The club itself was two stories and looked like a giant warehouse, decorated in passionate colors like cherry red and grape,
with intimate rooms lined with comfy sofas and chairs. Armani then walked off with Rebe, in her hot pants, sparkly, ocean
blue bikini top, and high heels. Magnolia wore a black bustier with white embroidery, showing all of her upper anatomy, and
a pair of tight cheetah jeans, showing her lower anatomy. She sat at the bar on a silver, retro-looking stool, sipping from
a plastic cup of White Zinfandel that Armani brought for her and Rebe. It was always a BYOB-type party at Erotic City.

On the large dance floor, lit by turquoise flashing lights, the vibe and flavor of the sex club was a feast for horny sore
eyes to see. The DJ’s chosen sound was a mix of Latin favorites and pop. The totally uninhibited people got their grooves
on, acting like they were at any other regular nightclub in the city, but these ready-to-rumble people were either scantily
dressed or butt naked.

There was a huge overhead projection TV screen showing triple X-rated movies. The orgy scene was appropriate, with folks of
every color and sex, size and shape, fucking on a row of six mattresses. Getting off. And right below the screen, sitting
in a chair, was a man with his legs spread open, with a G-string-wearing woman giving him what looked to be first-class head
right out in front of everyone, though only the newbies seemed shocked. Others watched without amazement just as voyeurs,
and the man getting the blowjob watched those who looked on, just to satisfy the exhibitionist in him. It only added to his
sex high.

“How are you?” a young woman asked Magnolia. But she’d walked past quickly before Magnolia could even answer. Magnolia looked
back at her and the woman looked back too, winking.

Magnolia smiled back and turned around in a hurry. She wondered if she’d made the right decision by even being there.

Magnolia sat alone for another five minutes, just watching. She saw couples upstairs along the railing, others kissing, some
bent over a chair, and some just looking down at the goings-on below. Magnolia tried not to be too affected by the kinky happenings
and disclose that she was a true swinger virgin.

“Welcome to Erotic City,” said the owner, curly headed, tall and fine Lavender Lewis.

“Thank you,” Magnolia replied, noticing every bit of his attractiveness.

He replied, “I know the new ones when I see them.”

She grinned, giving a sexy stare. “Oh really. I was trying my best to not let on. I see I failed.”

“Maybe you didn’t let on to others, but no one can fool me. I’ve been at this for too long. I’m Lavender, one of the owners.”
He extended his hand.

Magnolia looked impressed and offered her hand. “Hi. Nice to meet you. I’m Magnolia.”

“Hello, Magnolia. Nice name. Can I show you around?”

“Sure.” Without hesitation, Magnolia swiveled off the chair and picked up her cup of wine.

And Lavender walked Magnolia around the first floor, showing her the private rooms, some with closed doors, some with open
doors, and showing her one of the group rooms, very similar to the adult movie the club was showing, with two women doing
each other, and about five men, lying around or squatted near them, dicks in hand, eyeing down the girl on girl.

He told her, “The upstairs is the S&M room and the girls-only bubble gum room.” He took a step farther and pointed out beyond
the window. “Outside, if you look through there, you’ll see that the playground patio is covered and there are heating lamps.
We have a few Jacuzzis, and a black-bottom swimming pool.”

“Nice.”

He asked, as they stood at the window to the patio for another moment, “You’re here alone?”

“No.” And then she looked out and saw Rebe and Armani, kissing in the Jacuzzi, totally naked, with three men and one woman
watching them, crowded around as though if Rebe or Armani said even one inviting word or gave a join us glance, they’d be
down for a fuckfest for real. “I came with them.” She pointed.

“Oh, Armani.”

“Yes.”

“Oh okay. He told me about you and his girl, right?”

“Yes. Rebe.”

“Right, right. Yeah. He’s cool people.”

Magnolia nodded as she took one last glance and looked away.

“Well, if you need anything, just let me know. My wife’s name is Milan. We just want you to have a good time, and hope you
come back if you like it here.”

“I’m sure I will.”

“Good. Nice to meet you.”

“You, too.” He stepped away.

She watched his swagger of a stroll, and said, “Now that is a man for your ass, there,” walking back toward the dance floor,
and past a mirrored room painted in dark blue, that was occupied by a couple. The woman was younger, naked, Asian, and the
man was around fifty, thin, wearing only underwear.

As soon as the man saw Magnolia, he said fast, “Come on in. We’d love the company.”

She stopped in her tracks, and took a step back to the doorway. She smiled and walked in very slow.

“Have a seat.” He pointed to the chair near the wall. “I’m Tim. This is Shari. Do you want to play?” He cut right to the chase.
“We call it a three-piece suit. You won’t be disappointed.”

Magnolia barely sat when she said, “It’s my first time.” In her mind she said,
sort of
.

“We’ll be gentle.”

His wife’s smile said she agreed.

Magnolia set her wine on a small table and asked, “Can I watch? You know, help you out?”

The man stood, took off his briefs, and closed the door. “Sure. We won’t touch you. And you don’t have to touch us. Unless
you want to.”

“Okay,” was Magnolia’s reply, as though she was good at that.

The man lay on his back and motioned for Shari to come to him. She got ready to sit on his stiff dick, but he said, “Sit on
my face.” And Shari did.

Magnolia hesitated for only a quick second, and walked closer to the mattress. She couldn’t see Tim’s face, but she saw every
inch of Shari’s ass from behind and her mandarin tramp stamp along her lower back. Magnolia crawled onto the bed, fully dressed,
and straddled Tim along his thighs, with his stand-up dick between her and Shari. Magnolia put one hand on Shari’s slender
back, and reached around, grabbing Shari’s small, firm titties while Shari was eaten out. Shari’s long black hair smelled
like lemons.

Magnolia could feel every second of the stiffening of her own nipples in her bustier. She felt like she was about to have
a hot flash, and looked through the side mirror and saw herself, on a bed of three, with her hand on a woman’s breasts for
the first time in her life. She felt a bit of panic and a bit of lust all in one.

Shari moaned the more Magnolia massaged her, flicking her nipple just as Magnolia knew how to do her own. Shari said to her
husband, “Baby, look at her. She’s rubbing my titties.” She looked down at her breasts and noticed Magnolia’s plum colored
nails. “Look at her pretty fingers on my chest. Oh, baby, you’re eating me out and she’s rubbing my nipples. It feels so good.
Ummh.” She watched Magnolia in the mirror, too. “She’s so pretty.”

He said, “Uh-huh,” from down under, and Shari reached back and stroked his dick from behind her back, gripping his shaft like
her hand was her pussy.

Magnolia watched Shari’s hand job before her, and said to Tim, like she was a sex kitten, “Eat that pussy.”

It was obvious he shifted his tongue dance up a notch because Shari began to wail, shoving her pussy closer to his face, and
squinting her eyes, doing funny things with her lips while pressing her orgasm onto his tongue. And then they were both silent.

And just as soon as Shari moved backward, crawling off his face, she then climbed onto his penis, with him still on his back,
and jerked her pussy to take him in.

Magnolia scooted back to his calf area, and Shari sat straight up on it, raw and ready, and bounced on top of him with a professional
precision. It was as though Magnolia was watching a porn movie live and in person. Shari flung her hair from side to side
and worked her hips and legs, and ass, and stomach, and bent down to his face, sucking his tongue with a wild kiss, just as
her pussy sucked his dick. Tim glanced at Magnolia, with her jeans unzipped, now rubbing the meat of her vagina, and then
Tim made a deep, rolling, weeping moan while Shari kept up her fuck speed and he pressed his hips deeper into her and grumbled,
sounding like the force of his semen racing from his ballsac to his tip was faster than he could handle. Shari sat up straight
and took it all inside of her.

Magnolia said, “Yeah. Shoot that cum. Good boy.” Her eyes were taking in the sight of a strange couple fucking, and she felt
herself up some more, wanting to press her clit just enough to make it an equal opportunity orgasm encounter, but she came
to a stance and zipped up her pants, while Shari climbed off of her man.

Magnolia took hold of her drink while the husband and wife couple lay side by side on their backs. Magnolia said simply, “Bye.”

Tim said, “Anytime.”

Shari winked, breathing heavily.

Magnolia walked out and closed the door, thinking of the thrill of the kinky, and ran smack dab into a tall, tan, older white
man with a bald head and salt and pepper goatee, and obvious lines of life on his face.

She said, while quickly lifting her cup just high enough to steady it. “Oh excuse me.”

“Oh, no problem. It was my fault.”

“No, it was mine. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

She began to walk on, her head filled with thoughts of what she’d just seen and how her curiosity had been sated, and she
asked herself,
Wonder if Rebe is still outside?

“Would you mind sharing a drink with me? My name is Miller,” the man she’d bumped into said.

Magnolia looked back. He was just a few steps behind her, awaiting her reply with a warm smile. “Hi, Miller. I’m looking for
my friend, to be honest with you.”

“I see. But I’m willing to bet she’s having fun.”

“Maybe so. She’s here with someone. But I think I’m ready to go.”

“It’s early. Just one drink.” He had on all black. His eyes were baby blue.

She stopped and turned back toward him. “Why yes. Yes, I will. That would be nice.”

Miller led the way back to the bar area where Magnolia was earlier, and they shared his Malibu rum and pineapple for about
an hour.