Safeword: Matte - In Training (27 page)

The rehearsal dinner was almost a prelude to
both bachelor parties, with all of the participants trying to keep
things toned down while still around family.

Ethan was being taken out
by friends and cousins, while Sam was only being taken out by her
friends. None of her cousins could keep their mouth shut to the
rest of the family, so she generally only spent time with them
while doing family approved activities, and she was pretty sure
tonight would
not
fall into that particular category.

Ethan gave her a passionate kiss goodbye
before helping her into the limo, and Sam was still blushing as the
long vehicle slid into traffic.

“First things first,” said Viv, and she
motioned to Dana, who handed a beautifully wrapped present to
Sam.

Sam opened the gift and lifted what appeared
to be a scrap of fabric, but shook out to be a tiny sequined dress,
somewhere between eggplant and plum in color. “You have to be
kidding.”

“Try it on before you say no.”

Kirsten pulled clothes from a duffel and
tossed them to the other women, who began to strip and change, so
Sam did as well.

When she had the dress on she went to her
knees in the center of the limo to try to get an idea of how it
fit. She was surprised to find it hung beautifully, and clung
enough so she wouldn’t be worried about exposing herself even
though it dropped four inches below her cleavage. It draped to
almost mid-thigh, and highlighted her good parts while hiding the
parts of her body she wasn’t thrilled about.

“Looks great,” Kirsten observed. “Jacob is
truly a master.”

Jacob? Wasn’t that… she looked to Dana, who
was smiling. “It’s our honeymoon gift, but I figured you could
enjoy it tonight, too. You’ll want something like this for evening
wear in Hawaii, so make sure it gets packed. Jacob says if you wash
it out by hand and lay it flat, the fabric should dry in a few
hours.”

“Wow, he made this for me? How?”

“He found out what size you wear from Ethan,
and he saw you in a swimsuit at the party. The material’s stretchy,
so he didn’t need exact measurements.” He’d seen her naked, but
Dana was keeping it clean for the few vanilla friends Sam had
invited.

Sam looked at the dress, and then her comfy
clubbing boots wistfully. “I have these dancing shoes that would’ve
gone with this perfect, but I guess the boots will be okay.”

Kirsten laughed as she pulled Sam’s shoes
from the bag and set them on the floor.

Dana explained, “We had Ethan take a picture
of your favorite dancing shoes. It’s how Jacob picked the
color.”

“Apparently,” Viv said, “he doesn’t take you
dancing very often?”

“He can manage an okay slow dance, but
refuses to dance to fast music.” Sam shrugged. “We’ve gone out with
other couples and he was fine with me dancing with other guys as
long as it let him off the hook. He didn’t even protest when I got
a little down and dirty with them, other than to tell me how much
fun he was going to have spanking me later.” She grinned and
shrugged again. “He can’t be perfect at everything.”

“Damn, with that cock he doesn’t have to be
perfect at much of anything,” said Dana.

“How have you seen Ethan’s cock?” asked
Cassie.

“Ummm.” Dana looked to Sam and Kirsten for
help, but Sam only laughed. She’d known the submissives would screw
up at some point, and had only invited other friends she knew
wouldn’t freak too bad at the sex talk.

Kirsten came to Dana’s rescue. “For anyone
who knows someone he used to date, Ethan’s cock is something of an
urban legend.”

“Not quite,” said Sam with a smile. “Urban
legend implies it isn’t true.”

Cassie looked like she wanted more of an
explanation, and Sam took pity and said, “It’s huge, Cass. It’s so
big it looks out of proportion, even on him.”

Heather’s mouth dropped open. “Well, better
you than me. As short as I am, I prefer them stubby and wide.”
Heather couldn’t be more than four foot nine or ten inches tall,
and probably didn’t weigh ninety pounds soaking wet.

Cassie laughed and shook her head as she
said, “I had my eye on Dustin the whole night. I wonder if the
big-cock thing runs in the family?”

“You might be better off looking at the
other twin, Cass.”

The women cut up and gossiped until the limo
slid to a stop outside a downtown billiard club. Sam got everyone’s
attention and announced, “I pretty much only get sick if I mix it
up, so I’ll only be drinking Jack and coke tonight, though I might
resort to shots of Jack as the night progresses.”

Kirsten laughed. “She’s trying to tell you
not to buy her a shot of something else unless you want her to puke
on you.”

A gorgeous man opened the door and said,
“Ladies?”

Eleven women spilled from the limo and
Kirsten introduced them all to Kent. He wasn’t dressed as a
chauffeur, but more like a rock star, complete with ripped abs
showing through his skintight t-shirt.

“I’m the designated driver and bodyguard
tonight. I’ll be close, but will appreciate a heads up if you go
anywhere besides the bathroom.” He raised his hand to show his
phone, turned it over, and touched the screen. “I just sent all of
you a text. If you need something and I’m not in eyesight, call me.
I shouldn’t be far, but it’s doubtful I’ll be able to keep eyes on
all eleven of you for the entire night.”

Sam felt her phone vibrate against her rib
cage, in the pocket Jacob had sewn into the dress in the perfect
place to camouflage it.

“Oh,” Viv said, “while Kent’s a lot of fun
to party with, don’t get your hopes up. He’s not interested in us
girls.”

“That’s not entirely true,” he said with a
grin. “I’m bisexual, not gay.”

“But Travis said—”

“Said you were safe around me, which is
true.”

Kirsten whispered something in Viv’s ear,
which apparently explained things to her because she seemed to look
at Kent in a new light.

“No fair whispering it,” said Cassie.

Sam had a feeling Kent was submissive, and
wanted to spare him the embarrassment of admitting it to people not
in the lifestyle, so she said, “This is my party, and I want a
drink. Are we going in or not?”

Kent looked at her in thanks and she smiled
back as the group made their way inside.

Sam had her own money, but every time she
went to pay for something either Kirsten or Viv was there to take
care of the charges.

The petite Heather turned out to be the best
pool player, and Sam was relieved when she heard Cassie talking to
her about rock climbing spots. She hadn’t wanted Cassie to feel
like an outsider amongst her other friends, and she seemed to be
fitting in just fine.

They were nearing the end of their two-hour
rental for the six tables when Kent got Kirsten’s attention and
gave her a hand signal.

“Okay ladies, if you’re with us, finish up
your game and head to the limo!” Kirsten announced.

Sam was playing a game with Viv, and they
both burst into laughter because they knew it would be a while
before they finished their game. “Why don’t we just finish our
drinks and call this one a draw?”

“Works for me. Do you know what’s planned
next?”

“I do,” she nodded, “but I’m not telling
you.”

“Bitch,” said Sam, lowering her eyebrows and
trying to look stern.

“Yep. ‘Specially on Tuesdays. I love
Tuesdays. Oh, and Wednesday mornings. Mmmm.”

“You’re drunk already, aren’t you?” Sam
asked as she downed the last of her Jack and Coke.

“Nope, just buzzed. Mostly. C’mon. Let’s go
on out to the limo.”

Jacob was waiting for them in the limo, with
eleven little zippered makeup pouches. He handed both women a pouch
with their name on it, and Sam giggled when she opened hers to see
eyeliner, lipstick, eye-shadow, and blush. “A makeover? In a limo?
Really?”

“God, you’re toasted already,” he smiled.
“I’d be honored to give you a makeover, but you can put it on
yourself if you’d prefer.”

Dana stuck her head in and said, “For
goodness sake, let him put it on you Sam. He’s great at make-up,
and you might insist he help in the dressing room tomorrow after
you see what he does tonight.”

“Fine” said Sam with a happy, slightly
buzzed smile. “After the fantastic job you did on this sexy dress,
how can I not trust you with my makeup?”

“I’m glad you like it. You’re a knock out,
and I had fun designing it for you.”

Sam sat still as Jacob put eye shadow on
her. She opened her eyes when he didn’t do anything for a few
seconds, and saw him coming towards her with eyeliner.

“Oh no. Why don’t you tell me how you want
the eyeliner, at least on the bottom? I’m not good at letting other
people do it.”

He smiled and handed her the eyeliner and a
mirror, and talked her through applying it thick at the outside and
thin as she came towards her nose. He had her flip it around and
smudge it, then she closed her eyes and let him apply it to the top
lid. He finished with blush and lipstick, and held a larger mirror
up for her to see the finished product.

“Goodness, Jacob. I look…glamorous. And a
little sexy, but not in a naughty way.”

“Oh, I think you look very naughty,” said
Kent, watching from the driver’s seat. He must have put the window
down earlier, because it’d been up when he drove them downtown.

Jacob put Kirsten’s makeup on next, and Sam
marveled that it took him less than three minutes to transform her
into a sex goddess.

Not everyone wanted Jacob to do their
makeup, and about fifteen minutes later they all said goodbye to
him. Dana gave him a kiss that had them all applauding, and then
they were sliding through traffic in the long limo again.

Sam laughed when they pulled up to a bar
famous for line dancing. “Wow, do you have any idea how long it’s
been since I’ve done this? I didn’t even know this place was still
open!”

The women spilled from the limo and headed
in. Viv and Kirsten practically dragged Sam to the dance floor
first, instead of the bar, and once she started dancing she wasn’t
interested in getting a drink. Something about falling into rhythm
with others, being part of the group, the music — why had she not
done this in so long? It sounded corny to go line dancing, but it
was so much fun.

Most of the women only stopped dancing a few
times for a drink, and then only because they were truly thirsty.
They danced, laughed, and cut up, and before long it seemed as if
Kent were one of them, and she hadn’t just met him.

Which, in a way, he was kind of one of them.
He was submissive, and attracted to men, which defined most of the
women helping her celebrate her last night as a single woman.

Whoa
. Her last night as a single woman? She’d never have sex with
anyone but Ethan, ever again. She’d probably be flogged by other
men, but only if Ethan wanted them to. She’d never really play with
anyone else.

Sam stopped dancing in mid traveling-turn
and Kirsten ran into her. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, sure” she said, not really believing
it, and she turned to walk off the dance floor.

“Jack and Coke, and make it strong, please,”
she told the bartender.

Kirsten stepped beside her and said, “I’ll
have the same.” The bartender nodded and stepped away from them and
Kirsten continued, “You aren’t okay. What’s up?”

“I’m never going to have sex with anyone
besides Ethan, ever again.”

“Probably not, but you knew this
before.”

“Well, yeah, but I guess it just sank in?
Or…I don’t know.” She paused as Kirsten’s words processed. “What do
you mean, probably not? Ethan will never be okay with me having sex
with someone else.”

“Nothing is ever certain in life. Ethan
could get run over by a truck, or the two of you might decide five
years from now it isn’t working out. I don’t think either is
likely, but you never know.”

Sam thanked the bartender for her drink and
downed most of it in one go. “Okay, miss therapist, you’re good.
When I consider the alternative, I realize I don’t want to have sex
with anyone but Ethan. God, the thought of something happening to
him is terrifying. We thought Dana and Garnet were forever, and he
died so suddenly. Shit, Kirsten, what if I decide I can’t live
without him and then I have to?”

“Then you’ll grieve for a while, and then
pick yourself up and figure out how to do it by yourself
again.”

“I’m beginning to realize why the tradition
is to take the bride and groom out and get them shit-faced the
night before. I think I danced my buzz off.”

Kirsten motioned for the bartender to bring
them more drinks, and then cut her eyes until she found Kent on the
dance floor. He looked at her almost the instant she found him, and
Sam wondered how that worked. Did bodyguards have some kind of
sixth sense they opened when they were on guard? Kirsten circled
her finger in the air, and Kent nodded and leaned in to speak into
Dana’s ear, then Viv’s.

Kirsten swapped the empty drink in Sam’s
hand for a full one and said, “Drink up and we’re headed to the
next place. We have a section reserved for us there, and I intend
to get you so drunk we have to carry you out.”

Sam nodded, reached for the straw with her
tongue, and sucked the entire glass down. “That’s what good friends
are for, right? Thanks Kirsten, I’m not sure what I’d do without
you.”

“Right back atcha.” Kirsten downed her
drink, and the two women walked out arm in arm.

Kent was still inside, and Sam slowed as
they hit the cool, clear air outside. “I bet the limo’s
locked.”

Kirsten pulled a key-fob from her pocket,
pushed the button, and the lights on the limo blinked once. “No
problem. Why didn’t you invite any of your work friends?”