UNTOUCHABLE (Siri's Saga Book 1) (10 page)

I lean my head over, drop my eyes to the ground and let them travel up his physique like he did mine in the elevator, stopping at each point of interest, making him feel me. When I look into his face, he is still grinning and also has a mischievous twinkle. "We have unfinished business, Aurelius. A bottle of Merlot to open and enjoy, and rainchecks to cash."

"I can't wait to open and enjoy that deep, full body with its enticing flavor. And I've already been dreaming up ways to cash in on those rainchecks."

Walking away, I flip my hand in a wave. "See ya! Aurei."

I'm halfway to TD when I hear. "Hey Wright!" I stop and turn back to him. "Have a good time on your
not
hot date."

"Have a good time giving 'em hell at your farewell."

He laughs as I turn and strut my stuff to TD's car for him.
My ass isn't the only heart beating for you, Golden God! Umm. Umm. Umm.

TD is pacing when I walk up. He doesn't recognize me until I say, "I'm ready. Let's go."

"Fuck Siri! You clean up good! But Goddammit, you're late. Get in. We have to go."

He opens the driver's side and gets in. I walk to the passenger side to open my own door. Knowing the Raptor is still there and that Aurei is watching me, I bend over at the waist keeping my legs straight and flash him a shadow glimpse of what lies between and beneath. As I slide in, I turn my face to look at him. He is sitting with the window down watching me. He whistles an old fashioned cat call, making me laugh. I give him a twinkling finger wave as I close the door.
I don't think either of us will hold out until Sunday. Tomorrow is the day.

The car smells of smoke. "I didn't realize that was you with that guy. Who is he?" TD starts the car.

None of your business.
I ignore his question. "I thought we were in a hurry. Let's go."

"We are." As he backs out, he looks at my tits and grins, but doesn't say anything. When we pull past Aurei, he is smiling and toots the horn a quick tap. My heart flutters.

Aurei pulls out behind us. He rides TD's ass down the drive and the truck headlights flood the car. I can feel the Alpha Male domination and I have to cover my smirk by looking out the window.

TD keeps checking the mirror, feeling the intimidation too. "What the hell does he want?"

Me!
Which makes me grin, but I don't say anything. I continue to stare out the window while Aurei continues tailing us. When TD slows down to make a right turn, Aurei cruises past, hitting the horn three quick toots.
Tomorrow is definitely the day!

I stare out my window not seeing anything, thinking instead about
Aurei. Aurelius Moore. That name suits him. Fuck yeah! Now I can check him out on FB!
I take my iPhone out of my purse, open my app and search 'Aurelius.'
He should be easy to find. And there he is!
I hit 'Add Friend,' then I send him a private message. "Here's my digits. 334-###-####. "Call Me Maybe." LOL! ;D" I hit send. I hum the tune as I see my reflection in the window.
That smile is Siri-ously crazy wild!

TD starts to talk. "I'm a little uptight about tonight. I've been trying since I moved to bum-fuck Alabama to get an invitation to this party. Do you mind if I smoke?"

"Yes, I do. Can you wait?"

"Sure. You look sexy as hell, by the way. I love the dress." He reaches over to touch my cleavage and I slap his hand away.

"No touching. That's Rule #1! Remember?" I state firmly.

"I thought you were just playing hard to get." He attempts to be charming and sexy.

"I am serious, TD. No touching. I'm not on a date with you. I thought I made that clear. I'm only attending this party because you were in a jam. Don't make me regret it."

"Or what?"

I lean up and over so he can see my face clearly in the lights from the dash board. "Listen Bubba
,
I can either make you the toast of the party tonight or I can ruin whatever chance you have of getting in … ever. Chew on that!" He cuts his eyes at me. "I don't give a shit what these people think of me, but you do. You need me."

"I understand what you're saying."

"Tell me. What's Rule #1?"

"No touching. Got it."

"Good. So, who's attending this late cocktail party?"

His phone rings. "Excuse me, I have to take this." He picks it up and answers it. "Rachael, you fucking bitch!" He laughs at something she says. "Are you back? … No it's too late this time. Maybe next month … I found a suitable replacement … No, there wasn't time … They'll get over it … I wasn't waiting another month before getting to fuck her … I'm so horny for her now I whack off in my damn office while I listen to them fuck …" He laughs at what she says. "Yeah, my boners back the minute I lay eyes on those giant tits …. If she wasn't a red head, I would have let it go, but I haven't fucked a red head yet, and those tits are downright fuckable themselves." He laughs again at something she says. "Hell yeah, I'm gonna fuck them too … Yeah, yeah, I'll give you the low down tomorrow.… Sure… I'll call you when I get up." He ends the call, grinning and turns to look at me.

"So, I take it Mandy and Charlie will be here tonight?"

"Yeah, and you can bet your ass, I'm going to drool over her red tipped tits tonight."

"TMI, bro, TMI!" I roll my eyes. My iPhone FB notification dings.
So soon?
I snatch it up grinning. There are 2 red dots. I open it and sure enough, Aurei has accepted my friend request and answered my message. "Wild Thang! You are SO CONTAGIOUS! Here's my digits, 334-###-####. There ain't no maybe!" I laugh out loud at that. I quickly enter Aurei's digits in my phone. First name: Aurelius. Last name: Moore of him! Company: Golden God!

"What's so funny?"

"Private joke." We ride in semi silence. I hum "So Contagious," and see the runway in Vegas. Seary opens the show with it. It's one of my favorites to dance to. The music is slow and allows for dramatic dance moves as I strip down to my G-string, teasing the men on the edges of the runway about how unexpected this is, falling in love at first sight with them. Then I pick one lucky one out, a birthday boy if I get wind of it ahead of time, and individually seduce him, saying he is the only one I will break it down with, giving him a shot and hanging on him. "So Contagious" is an all-time favorite of mine.
Crazy that Aurei would say that to me.

TD slams on the breaks. "Damn, I almost missed it." There is a little dirt road just past the golf course entrance. He turns down it.

"Where is this cocktail party anyway?" The hair on the back of my neck stirs.

"It's down here behind the golf course another mile or two. It's super, secluded for privacy, but it's in a restored turn of the century plantation home."

"Well, that's cool! I thought of majoring in Architecture briefly."

"Really? You haven't always been a simple secretary then?"

Ha! If you only knew, who I really am. Your jaw would drop.
"No. I haven't always been a simple secretary. My degree is actually in accounting."

"Really? I'm not sure which is worse a boring accountant or a simple minded secretary."

"Yeah, really!" I shudder.

We roll out of a sharp curve to see a row of trees planted to form a secure hedge. When he drives through the opening, my mouth drops open and I gasp. There in front of us is a beautiful, restored, 2 story, southern style, plantation home. Complete with columns on the full length front porch with a Cinderella style full length stairs leading to a circle drive, which is lit by carriage lamps. The yard is landscaped and manicured to perfection.
It is absolutely amazing.

"WOW!" I say in complete awe.

"Wow!" TD says too. "Score a big one for the home team!"

TD parks the Porsche next to a BMW convertible which is parked next to a Mercedes Benz, which is parked next to a Jaguar, which is parked next to a Cadillac XTS. "Shall we?" He gets out, walks around the car and stands at the back.

I open my own door and walk to stand next to him. "This is spectacular! I had no idea this was here."

The house is fully lit, looking every bit the mansion it is. There is piped music from hidden speakers. As we walk to the porch, an uneasy feeling comes over me. "TD, are you sure of the time? It feels like we are crashing a party already in progress and we are very late."

"I'm positive. Why?"

"It's strange that there isn't any help or staff to greet us."

"Super secluded, private party means super secluded, private party."

On the porch, TD takes a cigarette out, lights it, and takes a heavy draw. He looks at me. Grinning, as smoke comes out of his mouth and nose. "I am going to have one hell of a time tonight." He leans his head back kinking the pony tail while he pulls another long draw. He laughs looking over the driveway. "And you are going to get the surprise of your life."

"Surprise? Of my life?"

"Yep." He exhales smoke straight up into the air.

I ball my fist up tight, push my middle knuckle out, and frog the fuck out of his arm, right on the point of his shoulder.
THUD!

"SHIT!" He yells and drops his cigarette. "What the fuck did you do that for?" His arm hangs limp. Tears from the pain well up in his eyes.

"Here's an important fact about me. I don't take no shit from nobody, motherfucker."

His face visibly pales as he stares at the daggers in my eyes. "Just be cool. Don't go all ballistic on me now. You don't have to participate."

"You better pray I love the surprise of my life, you son of a bitch!" I say between clinched teeth.

He stares at me and a bead of sweat pops out on his forehead.

The alarm on his phone goes off. It's 10 sharp. The front door opens slowly. "Listen, Siri, before we go in. I'm sorry. Really. I should have told you what kind of party this is but you wouldn't have come. I only need you for the first part. After that, you can leave. Here's my key. Take the Porsche home." He hands me his key.

I slip it in my purse.
What the fuck kind of cocktail party is this?

CHAPTER SEVEN

What I see when I enter the house leaves me speechless again. It's incredibly beautiful. There is not one but two spiral staircases on each side of the grand room with a huge chandler in the center. There is a balcony at the top with an elegantly carved banister that runs down both staircases. The landings at the bottoms are flared.
Dramatic and classy.
The entire floor appears to be black marble that reflects the chandelier.
This is really exquisite! Wow!

My heels click as we walk in. The first thing I notice after taking in the house is that no one is breathing. Everyone has frozen right where they were when we walked through the door.
I'm used to making a dramatic entrance, but not one like this.
Shock and tension fill the air.
They obviously didn't know I was coming in place of Rachael.
I cut my eyes at TD.
He looks like a kid who got caught with his hand in a cookie jar in a candy store. Too excited to be really worried about the consequences.

Standing in the center of the room between the staircases are four other couples. There are 3 men to my right in what appears to be a receiving line and their corresponding women are on the opposite side. Darren Martin stands in the middle holding his wife Angela's hand.
They must be hosting the party.
I look at the men in line. I know each of them from my association at work. They are all friends of Mr. Connors.

Darren, who looks like Christian Bale, owns a chain of restaurants, nationwide. I don't know Angela but she must be a model from her looks and carriage. She reminds me of Marilyn Monroe. There is Mac Duckworth, who inherited a nationwide transportation company. I smile because Mac reminds me of Matthew McConaughey, and
who doesn't love Matthew?
He has on his Tony Lama cowboy boots and Stetson Hat with a tuxedo. Next is Brad Copper, who could be Matt Bomer's brother, very handsome and sophisticated. He inherited his money from his dad who sold Grapevine Communications for a fortune. Brad hasn't worked a day in his life. And last but not least, is Charlie Parks from work.

Darren turns to speak to Angela, who nods and walks over to the ladies where they huddle up, watching us and whispering. The men stand stock still, tense, staring at us as Darren walks over and speaks directly to TD. "Why isn't Rachael here?"

"She had a last minute emergency at work and had to cancel."

"You should have postponed this until next time. This is highly irregular."

TD's eyes dart to Mandy over Darren's shoulder. "I'm sorry. I brought Siri in hopes that she would be acceptable. I know y'all already know her and she is quite beautiful, isn't she?"

Darren looks at me. "Yes, you are quite beautiful. Forgive me for ignoring you. I don't mean to be rude, but this has never happened before. We have never allowed a surprise visitor to attend our swingers meeting."

My jaw almost drops open, but I hold it, putting on my poker face. However, I couldn't stop the blink of astonishment and the blood draining from my face.
Holy Fuck! Swingers! Shit!
Darren's eyes register my surprise but he continues as if he hasn't noticed. "I'm afraid you must sign a confidentiality agreement immediately. We will have to ask each person if they will accept you. It has to be unanimous. I'm sorry. If any one person doesn't approve, you will have to go home."

I nod. "I understand." I shoot TD a dart with my eyes.
God damn you, TD!

He rubs the point of his arm and offers me a sly smile, knowing I'm not pleased about this surprise.

"Siri, please follow me. The form is simple. Nothing complex." Darren turns and walks away. I follow him while my mind whirls around the seriousness of my situation.
Swingers are all about fucking each other. It's one thing to be confident I can handle TD, but another to handle 4 more who all expect to fuck. Rule #1 is in serious jeopardy.

Darren leads me under the balcony and down the hall to a small intimate office. When he closes the door, he asks me. "You did not know this was a swinger's party, did you?"

"No. I'm sorry. I didn't. TD invited me late yesterday afternoon to a cocktail party. He failed to tell me that it was an actual cock and tail sex party."

He frowns. "Siri, let me first apologize for TD's indiscretion. He isn't from around here, as you know. He doesn't understands the strict moral code we live under. If you are offended by our lifestyle choice, I apologize to you. You may leave after you sign the agreement. TD will take you home."

"Apology accepted. I'm not offended. I admire couples who have the honesty with each other to own up to their sexual preferences and who have the balls to openly fuck someone else under the same roof as their spouse."

His eyes widen, then he busts out laughing, relaxing.

"If the others find out I didn't know, that would jeopardize a very delicate bond of trust you have managed to maintain within your group. I get it. I'll stay and play."

"Great." He digs out a single sheet of paper and pushes it to me.

When I read it, I'm surprised at the simplicity. It simply states that everything that happens within these walls are held in complete confidence.

"Is this it? Is this the only rule?"

"Lord, no. We have unofficial Rules of Engagement for the playrooms upstairs, but this is the only legal document you are required to sign."

"I don't have problem signing this agreement." I pick up the pen, sign it and push it back to him, smiling.

He puts the paper away, stands, and surveys my breasts and my dress with appreciation. "Shall we join the others?"

"We shall." I question him as we walk back the reception area. "So, give me an idea, please, of what is in store. How do the couples hook-up? Do you play games?"

"First, we will make sure each individual member is ok with you joining. Then, we will go into the courtyard for some social foreplay. Everyone gets time with each other to dance and flirt. Tonight, because you are new, each man will make time for you. When the foreplay is over, we will go upstairs. There are individual bedrooms for private fucking. In our house, we have given each woman her own room. You will get one too if you decide to become a permanent member."

"And, if I don't?" I ask.

"Then Rachael will be allowed to join TD. You can decorate the room in any manner you like. So far, the rooms reflect our women's preferred sexual tastes. There is, also, one big playroom where we play games. There is a nice entertainment system complete with a big screen TV where we've watched porn then had a group sex party. Everyone fucked everybody. It was wild!" He stops. We are standing around the corner. It's a short walk to the foyer where the others are waiting for us to join them.

"Do you ever hire professionals?"

He frowns looking puzzled. "Professionals? Do you mean prostitutes? No."

I laugh. "Professional entertainers."

"Oh, you mean strippers. No, but we recently installed a stripper pole and Angela is learning to pole dance."

"That's fantastic! Good for her! But I actually meant professional erotic entertainers and erotic dancers. You said you watch porn sometimes. Do you ever hire live erotic professionals to get your juices flowing?"

"No. Honestly, I never thought of that." He smiles and looks at my tits. "But damn! That's a fantastic idea! Do you know any?"

"I think I can help you out with that." I wink at him. "Shall we join the others now and get this cock and tail sex party started?"

He grins, offers his arm and I hook mine in it. Right before we enter the room, I joke with him. "I pray to Zeus, you know, because he is the Father of Fucking Gods, literally and figuratively."

He laughs out loud at that. "You are going to make a nice addition to our group." We walk back in, side by side.

Time to take control of this situation.
I cross the room in full Diva mode in my Black & Blue Baby, clicking my heels on the floor, tits jiggling out the top, ass thumping like a heartbeat. I hear Aurei's long slow whistle
. Take control, protect Rule #1 and return to the Golden God unfucked. That's my goal.

When I arrive in front of TD, I give him an 'I know something you don't know' look with a smile.
You are the one who is in for the surprise of their life. You have no idea who you brought, and what is about to happen, but it is going to be unforgettable!

Darren announces that I have signed the contract and am willing to stay. He addresses the group in a formal way with a southern gentile voice and tone. "We will now perform the proper introductions and vote on Siri." He addresses TD and I. "After the vote, if everyone agrees, the group moves to the courtyard to get acquainted before we move upstairs. We want you to relax and have fun! Everyone wins here."

Darren escorts me to the men in the receiving line while Angela takes TD and leads him to the women.

The first man is Mac Duckworth. "Mac would you like to welcome Siri into our house?"

I watch him as he assesses my assets. All men have a sexual tell, like a poker tell.

Mac takes off his Cowboy hat and nods to me. His eyes travel over my tits down to my pussy where they linger. I encourage him by parting my legs, and cocking my ass while I take my purse off my shoulder to hold as a clutch, putting my hand on my hip. The move causes my skirt to slide up my thigh as it is pulled taut. His eyes flare.
You're thinking, does she shave, wax, or leave her bush natural?

He says in a country drawl. "Yes, I would
love
to welcome you, little lady."

When Darren and I step away, his eyes leave my crotch and finally find my eyes.
If you only knew, how special I treat mine, Cowboy!
I wink at him. He puts his hat back on and rolls a toothpick out of his mouth as he grins at me.

The next man is Brad Copper. "Brad, would you like to welcome Siri into our house?"

Brad's eyes stay on my face as Darren speaks and when he addresses me, they travel up and down my dress. "Siri, you look ravishing tonight, your style and grace are appreciated. Welcome."
Boredom. A man completely bored with sex. Poor thing. I'll relight your fire.

We step to the last man in line, Charlie Parks from work. "Charlie, would you like to welcome Siri into our house?"

Charlie's eyes never find my eyes, my face, or my dress. They are glued to my tits.
A tits man, of course.
I can't resist the urge to tease him. I put my hands behind my back, holding my purse between them and squeeze my shoulder blades together. The fabric slides back as my tits push forward and the dress expands, exposing the edge of my nipples. His eyes not only flare, but he puts his hand to his lips and wipes them. "Absolutely. I vote yes."

"Me too." Darren says as he leads me to the middle of the room. I smile graciously at him.

Angela brings TD to join us where we swap escorts and sides. Angela takes my hand. "That is a killer dress you are wearing. You look sensational."

"Thank you."

She leads me to the beginning of the line and repeats the process with each woman. Most women don't have sexual tells to another woman, but they have other issues to deal with like jealousy, envy, bitches, mean girls, dominants, submissives. A whole host of emotional bullshit to try to figure out.

Mac's wife, Rosa is first. She stands under 5'5" tall. She has on bejeweled cowboy boots with a pants suit. Her posture says she's a rodeo queen. Her long hair is dark brown with light red highlights. She has it pushed behind her ears, the length falls wavy to the tops of her breasts. "Sure thang, honey, we are happy to have you." Her demeanor is open and warm. She is every bit a tom-boy.
I bet she likes to fuck as much as her husband does. No issues there.

Brad's wife, Bella, is the natural beauty of the girls. Her pure black hair looks almost blue in the bright light of the chandelier and is cut short, but not cropped. Her complexion is creamy with flawless skin. Her face is angular but not harsh. She is in the 5'8" range. She is not skinny, but not curvy either.
She is an athlete, probably both golf and tennis.
Her eyes travel from my face to my tits and stay there. I see a sexual tell, and I test it to be sure. I put my hands behind my back like I did with Charlie and squeeze. My tits expand and her eyes flare ever so slightly.
Interesting.
She looks back up to my face. "Of course, Siri, welcome." I let my smile spread slowly over my face and she responds with a sexy as hell smile that pings my gaydar off the chart.
Now, this is interesting. Bella is more complex than the others.

Next is Mandy. Her long, straight, auburn hair is undeniably beautiful and her skin is pure like Bella's only rosy like Rosa's. Mandy smiles at me so sweetly, giggles, and hugs my neck. "I'm so happy you agreed to stay. I don't know how much longer TD could hold out." She winks at me and hooks my arm as we turn to look at TD. "He is threatening to fuck me by force if I don't give him some red haired pussy." He has reached Charlie, who slaps him on the back and they laugh about something or someone.

"You shouldn't have teased him so hard at work. Poor guy. He's had a hard on for you since his first day."