Anthony's message
I took your advice. By now you should have a message from the office, so I hope this isn't a surprise.
I don't know how long I'll be away, a few days at most.
I had a long chat with Laura. Sending her was a good idea, though she may not think so.
She did her best but it made me feel confused. I haven't got the hang of this recreational thing. She says I need more practice.
I hope your session went well.
Anthony
Julie read the note twice looking for some deeper meaning, there was plenty of room for guesswork but nothing certain. Why might Laura have doubts? Where was Laura? She tried her number again to no avail. Did they fall out? Did that mean that working with Laura was a problem?
Julie skimmed the TV channels and saw nothing she liked, falling back eventually on playing ‘Kind of Blue’ with the blinds and her eyes closed. Miles Davis at least could be relied on. Anthony would not be back tonight, that was for sure, her phone was charged, she’d left more than enough messages for Laura and it was still only eight O'clock.
She showered, dressed to boost her confidence and called a cab.
“The golf club.”
She'd joined a while back, trying to tempt Anthony into getting more exercise. It hadn't worked but she'd played a few rounds and kept the membership. They did food, the music was good, and the path from the bar to the ladies room was long enough that anyone who wanted would get a good look at her walk and on the way back she could see who was looking.
When was the last time she’d played this game? It had to be years, well if Anthony needed time to think then so did she, only this wasn’t thinking. What she was doing was the opposite of thinking, she’d done too much thinking.
The place was much as she remembered it. When she arrived a five piece combo was playing, obviously a new ploy to keep customers buying meals and drinks. The drummer was keeping some sort of beat trickling along and the guy with sax was cool, the kid with the guitar seemed to be taking a rest along with the clarinet. The bass player was almost out of sight behind his instrument.
She found a side table with one other seat. Anyone looking might think she was waiting for someone. Fine, that would do for now. She sat for five minutes, heard the sax give way to the clarinet and gave the barman a little wave. A waiter turned up a minute later. She ordered a cocktail and a chicken salad, something innocuous that she could abandon without a thought. When it arrived she picked at it, doing her best to look sightly distracted, a little irritated. When she’d drunk half the glass she dug out her phone and to anyone watching in the wings she appeared to send a text. Two minutes later she sent another, putting the phone down a little too firmly at a quiet point in the music.
When the number ended she got up and did her walk. She’d made sure to wear heels that were a little too high, so that every wiggle was emphasised. She could scan the room by looking at the reflections in the glass screens on the way, but her expression was a well practiced, bored stare. She could see three possibles.
On the way back she got a closer look. She’d waited until the group was playing again, so that she could walk in step with the rhythm, looking as if she’d love to dance. She picked on the smallest guy, Casanova was tall wasn't he, the last thing she needed was some guy who was full of himself. She wanted someone who'd try hard. He looked promising, his gaze never leaving her as she made her way to her table. He was rewarded with a hint of a smile. When she was back in her seat she pushed away the food, ordered another drink and spent another irritated minute with her phone.
The guy turned up two minutes later bearing a full glass of what she was already drinking.
“Well done,” she said. “Bonus points for asking the barman, or can you recognise these in the dark?”
“The barman," he said. “Is your... friend late?”
“Late as in dead?” she said, “or will be if he ever answers.”
“Do you accept substitutes?”
She eased back into her chair, regarding him with a cool gaze that slowly warmed into a friendly smile.
"Do you have a car?" she asked.
"I do, why do you ask?"
"I might have a thousand reasons I suppose," she said, inclining her head forwards and combining and alluring smile with a rapt gaze from under her beautifully extended eyelashes. "Maybe I'm a petrol head, or whatever they call them these days, or perhaps a sociologist, or a status seeker, or maybe you can think of something else."
He chuckled.
"You're supposed to tell me what you're thinking, it's not a test to see how shy you are."
"It has a big back seat."
"How big?"
"Seeing is believing."
"I thought you'd never ask," she said, "but first we need to talk."
"We do?"
"You bought me a drink and I've hardly finished this one."
He grinned. "Are you some kind of smart arse?"
"You'd have to ask my arse."
"Maybe I will."
"Maybe you will." She downed the rest of her drink and picked up his glass.
"Hey that's mine," he said.
"I know, and a fine single malt it is. You can have mine," she said, pushing the cocktail he'd brought towards him. "Drink up and then show me this car of yours."
He started to get up. "Drink first."
"You think I spiked it?"
"Did you?"
He laughed again. "You're smarter than you look." He picked up the drink and downed it in one. "No one has ever done that to me."
"A record breaking night already."
"Is your friend going to turn up and spoil things?"
"No," she held up her phone as the put it in her bag. "I told him if he's this late not to bother." She wrapped her arm around one of his and dragged him towards the door.
"We could go to my place," he said.
"Or mine. Do you have a pool?"
"It's a penthouse."
"Mine has a very private pool. It's not far"
"Sure."
"How much did you drink?"
"Three sips of my whisky and your cocktail."
"We're good to go then, mine was a soft one."
He chuckled. "You're something else."
"Yes," she said, "I am, but are you? Did you come on your own? I'm not about to find some jealous woman screaming at me?"
"No way."
"And jealous buddies, someone pissed at losing their lift home, at losing a bet or anything?"
"Maybe one."
"Why don't you bring him along?"
"Seriously?"
"Condoms all round unless you've got up to date medical evidence with you, but apart from that, the more the merrier."
"Oh yeah," he said. "Give me two secs."
A taller, darker, well manicured guy with great teeth stepped out of the door looking for them
"This is Jay, we work together."
"Matt and I do a load of things together."
"And you fancy doing me together. I'm Angie."
"Angie has a pool at her place."
"Bring it on."
Julie made Matt and Jay take the front seats and sat in the back. She took them through a roundabout route, to marginally reduce the chance of them finding her place again.
When they arrived she led them through the side door switched on the pool lights and threw off her dress. In a few seconds, she was in the water swimming easily to the far end. She stood up, catching her breath.
"I forgot to ask if you could swim. It's not deep, you can stand all over, so come on in and cool down."
She stood, watching, curious, waiting to see what she'd beguiled into her net.
Even in the twilight, she could see that Jay was big enough. Matt seemed a little more shy, took longer to strip but when he did she smiled. He dived the length of the pool, holding his breath for the whole way coming up between her lags. She swung her hips forward to make sure his tongue could reach into her before his breath ran out.
When he came up for air she kissed him, wrapping her arms around him, pulling him towards her.
She teased them and played with them, wrapped their cocks in condoms, sucked them, came on their cocks and drained them both over the next few hours. It was almost two in the morning by the time she'd had both of them in every hole. She let them do whatever came into their heads, concentrating only on the condoms. She wore them out, keeping going until no one was doing anything.
She swam a couple of lengths to freshen herself and came up alongside them.
"Are you staying the night or going home?"
Matt was lying flat out on a sun lounger. “I can’t drive.”
"What about you Jay?"
"If he stays then I'll stay."
"No problem," she said. "There's room." She stopped for a second. "One thing you need to know, we have a security system, so don't get any crazy thoughts. Everything you do is beamed off site. You're safe, I don't know who you are so I can't set you up or blackmail you or anything, but don't think about stealing anything or hurting me because you'll be identified." she laughed, "okay? End of health and safety warning."
"This off site thing? Is that your husband?"
She laughed again. "No the office of my business."
"What are you in?" said Jay.
"That's my little secret. Right now I'm a whore you picked up that's doing freebees for the night."
Julie took the pair of them into the spare bedroom downstairs, it had a king size bed and en-suite, so there was no reason to explore the rest of the house.
"Have a shower while I check the alarm settings."
She set the zonal alarms so that if anyone ventured as far as the stairs they'd get a surprise. She sent a text message, copying the message and the number from her phone, grinning as she sent it.
They showered and fell into bed. The sun was well up before she woke and they guys were still flat out. She snuck out of bed, made coffee and then set about waking Matt's cock. Start small she told herself and Jay had drunk more, so was harder to wake.
Getting Matt hard turned out to be easy and the activity woke Jay.
"There's nothing like an early morning spit roast," she said as Jay dispensed with the oral wake up and positioned himself behind her.
Refreshed by the sleep the boys had stamina and in ten minutes Jay had filled a condom. Matt changed ends but decided the other hole was better and set about making the best of his smaller cock in the tighter hole.
Jay got the prize for enthusiasm getting hard and ready to come again before Matt was done. He pulled out of her mouth, pulled off the condom and sprayed all over her face, coming on her eyebrows and hair and leaving ropes of cream dripping off her chin. Two minutes later Matt had given he all he had and the two of them headed for the shower, both laughing.
Julie lay back on the bed listening to the sound and for the first time beginning to ask herself what the hell she was doing. She thought about showering with the men but decided against it. A few minutes later they were out.
"Any chance of breakfast?" said Matt? "I know it's kind of pushy but if you don't ask..."
"Can I shower first?"
"It would make my day if you could serve us breakfast exactly as you are," said Jay.
Julie looked from one to the other, trying to think how to play this.
"You dress and I'll get breakfast. No more sex but you can look all you like."
What to cook, that was the question? She scanned the fridge. Plenty of eggs but not much else. What about the freezer. After a brief hunt she found some salmon. Scrambled eggs, and salmon on toast, that ought to do and it was quick.
By the time the two guys had found their clothes, finished making jokes and bragging to each other and actually gotten dressed, she had it on the table.
The guys were civilised and grateful for breakfast, both hinted that it would be fun to do this again, asking sly questions about when her husband would be home.
"I bet he'd like to see you like this." Matt said.
"Has he ever? I mean have you ever been caught?"
The guys thought they were winding her up but Julie knew she needed something else, she needed to feel guilty. She let the banter continue as the realisation dawned, savouring the sinking feeling in her gut. When their plates were clear she spoke.
"He does know," she said. "What would you say if he walked in?" For the first time since getting out of bed, she looked them in the eye, first Matt and then Jay. "Hmm? what would you say?"
"Is he bigger than me?"
"Taller? heavier?"
"Bigger, you know."
"What difference does it make?"
"Some guys with small dicks like humiliation," Matt said.
"Does that get you off?"
"Well, kind of, maybe, I mean if that's what he expected."
"What about what I expect?"
"You just picked us up and fucked all night, so... well that's kind of obvious. I mean... you've not been getting enough, so he needs something to push him."
"But I love him."
"Do you? Look at you, covered in cream, serving breakfast naked. You love being a slut, that's for sure and maybe you love his money."
She sat looking at them for a few seconds, shrugged and began picking up the plates. She allowed the silence to build, saying nothing, turning towards the kitchen, stacking the plates in the dishwasher before turning back to them, standing, watching their faces, waiting. She gave it another ten seconds but neither of them seemed to know what to say.
"Thanks for the fucking, I needed it. You need to work on your diplomacy skills. My husband is a big shot lawyer, he'd run rings around you."
She glanced at the clock, frowning.
"Your taxi should be here any minute, it's late already."
"But my car's outside," said Matt, suddenly looking puzzled.
"Oh, sorry, I should have said. It was towed first thing." She picked up a card and handed it to Matt. "Here's the garage. The taxi knows where it is. It's all paid for."
"What the fuck—"
"The fucking is all done," she chuckled. "I have this deal with the garage. It's part of my security system. I like to fuck but I'm not stupid."
"You are something else," said Jay.
"You never said a truer word," she said as the doorbell rang. "They valet your car while it's there and fill it with gas. Have a great day guys."
The two men looked at each other, puzzled, unsure.
"You're serious?"
"I'm a control freak," Julie said. "sometimes I like to let go, like last night, and you guys were great, really great, but you gave yourselves away this morning."
"Huh?"
"Making me make breakfast like this— showing me who is boss? Next thing you'll be wanting to whore me out to your friends."
"We wouldn't."
"Sure, maybe I even believe you, but I play safe. Take the taxi, enjoy your clean car, chalk it up to experience. You'll probably never find another one like me. Come on, the taxi's here."
The two of them allowed her to usher them towards the door, stunned, unsure. To cap it all the taxi driver was a woman.
Julie watched them leave, smiling for the first time. She closed the door and stood looking at herself in the hallway mirror.
“Slut,” she said, scowling at her reflection. She strolled into the kitchen and swigged the last of her coffee. Outside the pool looked inviting. Unsure for a moment whether to shower or swim she didn't hear the door.