UNTOUCHABLE (Siri's Saga Book 1) (11 page)

She laughs. "That's part of the game, girl! That's part of the fucking game."

Angela takes my hand to walk with me back to the middle of the room like little girl best friends sometimes do. She squeezes it. "Are you nervous? Excited? Scared?"

I answer truthfully. "Yes."

She whispers. "Relax, let your guard down and enjoy yourself. No one is going to hurt you here. The men love and spoil us. They will love you too." I look into her eyes. The depth of her sincerity stops me. "Sure, we are swingers, Siri, and we fuck each other for fun, but we are more than that. We support each other in all things. Darren and I will be your best friends, he will aim to please you in bed, and we will be here for you no matter what. Don't worry. The first time is always the hardest."

Her words touch a wound deep in my heart causing tears to come to my eyes. From the bullies that tortured me when I was little for having frizzy hair and big eyes, to the boys who pinned me in the locker room in middle school then took turns groping my DD tits, to the mean girls who shunned me after I won the high school beauty pageant, there hasn't been a handful of people who I count as sincere friends. There is Piper, Cat, Bart, and Brutus. No one from around here and no one from my childhood. She strokes my hair. "Love heals all wounds, Siri. This is a house of love." I squeeze her hand. She hooks my hand in the bend of her arm, pulls me toward Darren and says in a lighthearted, fun voice for everyone else to hear. "I do love the dress! Is it an original?"

"Yes, but it's a one of a kind, I'm afraid, made especially for me."

"It definitely looks like it was. It fits like a glove. I would love to have an evening dress made that would fit me that perfect."

"I would be happy to hook you up with my designer."

She smiles and raises her eyebrows making me laugh. "Ha! Not hook up like hook up, hook up like introduce you."

"I knew what you meant, I couldn't resist teasing you. It is exquisite and you look so beautiful in it."

"Thank you, Angela. That's awfully sweet of you to say."

"It's true," she says as Darren and TD join us. She takes the hand Darren offers her. "Follow us to the courtyard."

TD offers his arm and I take it. We leave the grand room foyer, going under the upstairs balcony, through one set of French doors into a horseshoe shaped veranda and out into the open air interior courtyard. The courtyard itself is not small but very intimate. It is beautifully decorated with patio willow trees, shrubs, and bouquets of flowers everywhere with the center clear for dancing and a full bar. There are only a few single chairs placed around the outskirts. I make my way to one, lay my purse down on the ground under it, and push it with my toe out of the way.
I don't want my gun to be discovered. That would surely give everyone cause for concern.

I return to the perimeter of the dance floor while the others get their drinks at the bar. As I wait, I take in the view of the back of the immense house. It is amazing! The interior upstairs balcony joins the courtyard with twin staircases that run onto the roof of the verandah, then branch down to the courtyard and also continue below. There is hedge of shrubbery that forms the last wall breaking the view from the grounds behind the house. The sound of running water can be heard occasionally over the distant sound of the piped music and the chatter of the swingers.
The house is spectacular!

The piped music goes quiet. Darren approaches me. "Angela requested a special song for our first dance." He bows. "May I have this dance, Siri?"

"I'll Be" by Edwin McCain starts to play.

I curtsey and accept his hand.
"
Certainly, Darren."

We waltz, very old school, very gentile, very rich, and very beautiful. As we whirl slowly and fully around the dance floor, the words to the song touch me again and I know I have found two more friends.

I see TD waltzing with Angela.
She is an excellent dancer. Perfect form, head held high, and face to the ceiling as they twirl. I am going to teach her to pole dance as my gift to the house.

As the song ends, Darren pulls me into his embrace. I hug him totally relaxed. "I thoroughly enjoyed that! Thank you!"

He smiles. "Angela made a good choice then?"

"Yes, she did."

He escorts me off the dance floor to the bar as everyone else moves on to it to Pitbull's "Timber."

"What can I pour for you?"

"Crown, please. Neat."

He nods, pours it, and holds his in a salute as he hands it to me. "You are an excellent dancer, Siri."

We clink glasses.

"Thank you. Angela is too. Where did you find such a beautiful, elegant lady?"

He smiles. "She's 'My Fair Lady.'"

"So, you are Henry Higgins?"

"Yes." He smiles affectionately watching her.

"My congratulations to you both." I take a deep sip. The heat of the liquid feels good going down.

"You mentioned erotic dancers earlier. Do you know how to dance more … erotic?" He smiles over his glass searching my face. His demeanor is still southern gentleman, but there is a bad boy vibe.

"Yes, I do. What did you have in mind?"

"Something that will… how did you put it, get my juices flowing?" He grins with a wicked look in his eye.

"Def!" I grin back, matching his look. "I think that can be arranged."

"I'm going to be your greatest fan then."

"That spots already been taken, I'm afraid." I take another sip of Crown, and turn toward the others dancing, but I don't see them, instead I flash to the memory of my first customer.

He is sitting on a low chair in a private back room of the club. His hands are loosely bound behind him with his neck tie attached to the chair.
'Clay, what's rule #1?' I ask him. 'Rule #1: No touching,' he tells me. The music starts and I give him an erotic lap dance making him moan, over and over again, then he starts to swear, hating Rule #1. I tease him making sure he has gotten his money's worth, then Lei comes in to help with his happy ending. When she entered the room, she strutted up to him and said, "Clay, I don't have ANY rules." His eyes lit up. Before long she had him moaning to the rhythm of my dance, again and again, until he climaxed screaming my name."

"There can be more than one, you know."

"Spoken like a true swinger." I hold my glass up to him, and we clink them.

"I hope you choose to fuck me tonight, Siri. I would love to be on the receiving end of your private, juicy, erotic dance."

I smile at him but don't say anything.

"I understand the night is still young and there are other choices, but keep me in mind. I love dance too. We have that in common." He takes my glass, sets it down and nods for me to look over my shoulder.

Mac saunters up as Joe Nichols, "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off," starts to play. "Siri, do you two step?"

"I do." He holds his hand out, I put mine in it, and he escorts me back onto the dance floor. I'm surprised at how 'smooth' a dancer he is. He guides me around the floor effortlessly. Managing to trot, pick our arms up and over, all without taking his eyes off my tits. He even spins me multiple times so the momentum makes them float freely in my open heart. When the song is over, he leads me back to the bar for another round of drinks and conversation.

"So, Siri, are you drinking Tequila tonight? I certainly hope so." He asks while eyeing my mons Venus. "Because I hope I get to see your clothes fall off."

"No. Sorry." He looks so disappointed it makes me laugh. "No, sorry; I'm not drinking Tequila." I clarify with a wink and he smiles. "I drink Crown Royal, neat." He pulls out the Crown bottle and pours my drink.

"But there's still hope I can see your clothes fall off."

I smirk. "Are you drinking Tequila? I hear it has the same effect on men."

He laughs. "I am! And it does!"

"Yee-haw!" I giggle at him. "Do you Rodeo, Mac?"

"Not anymore. I did when I was younger." He pours himself a shot of Patrón, licks his hand, pours salt, licks it off, slams the shot back and sucks the lime, all while smirking and watching me.
His tongue is long! I bet he knows how to lick a pussy!

"Let me guess, you were a bull rider."

"No, I did timed events."

"Calf roping?"

"Yep. For the most part. I roped quite a few fillies too." He winks.

"I bet you did."

He laughs and pours himself another shot of Patrón. "I propose a toast to new and exciting … timed events."

As I hold my glass up to toast, I flash again to a memory. This time of a cowboy who wanted to pay to lasso me and tie me up like a calf in a Rodeo timed roping event, but when I told him Rule #1, he asked for another girl. Lei came in and replaced me. She joked to the other girls that he must have had a dark fetish desire to fuck one of his calves because he roped her, tied her up in 9 seconds flat and fucked her from the rear for a count of 30.

We touch our glasses. I take a small sip, but he slams his back, skipping both the salt and the lime this time. "That'll take the hair off!" He removes his hat showing me his premature balding head.

I crack up laughing. "You ain't right."

"I was, sure 'nough, hoping you would drink Tequila. Then I would have had an excuse to touch you off the dance floor before the party upstairs starts. We could have done body shots. You could have licked my head, put salt on it, and licked it again, while my face was buried in your beautiful boobs. Then, I could have put salt on your shoulder, licked it off, then drank my shot out of your cleavage. If only…."

I smirk. "You're a sly dawg."

"Yeah." He grins with only one side of his mouth and it is really sexy.

"But I'm drinking Crown." I look innocently at him.

"Damn shame too. I've got to quit looking at you. My stallion is so hard right now…." He turns away to watch the dance floor. "Damn shame!"

My eyes drift down to view the stallion's bulge.
Sweet Zeus, that looks like it belongs on Pegasus.
I turn to look at the dance floor too not wanting to think about fucking that.

"I can tell a Cowgirl when I see one."

"Yes, I used to be a Cowgirl. Growing up, my grandfather raised cows and I rode on his farm."

"Riding horses is a lot like fucking, don't you think?"

"Def!"

He chuckles. "Def, time to get you back in the saddle, babe. You could warm up by riding me later. I promise not to buck you off." He turns to face me, slides his hand down his cock once as he gives me that sexy sideways grin again. "I'm a sweet ride."

"I bet you are."

"
I'm sure I could teach you a trick or two."

I laugh.
I'm sure I could teach you a trick or two too.

He turns back to the bar, and pours himself another shot. "Here's to Cowgirls." He throws it back.

"Let There Be Cowgirls."
You're gonna get a special treat.

Mac looks over my shoulder and nods, then excuses himself. I turn to find Brad standing behind me. He doesn't invite me to dance. He walks to the bar pours himself a glass of Lambrusco Italian Red wine. "Are you enjoying yourself so far, Siri?"

"Yes." I watch him over the rim of my glass as I take a sip of my Crown.
You are a very handsome man.
Why are you bored?
He is studying me over the rim of his glass too.

I smile and he smiles. "Are you going to ask me to dance?"

"No, but you are
very
good. I enjoyed watching you."

"Thank you.
Do
you dance?"

"Yes." He drinks his wine, continuing to study me.

I sip my crown, letting him for a few minutes, then I break the silence. "The house is exquisitely beautiful."

"Ah, yes it is." He looks up at the balcony and the back of the house. He takes his time observing it, then his eyes fall back to me. "You are exquisitely beautiful too, Siri. You fit in nicely with us."

"Thank you." I respond automatically to his compliment.

He looks over at Bella who is standing next to Mandy while TD dances with Angela. She glances over to Brad and smiles at her husband. "Bella likes you very much. She thinks you have promise."

"Promise. Now that's an interesting choice of words, Brad." Bella turns her gaze to me and gives me her sexy smile. I nod at her in acknowledgement. Mandy leans in to whisper in her ear. Her enormous tits pushing into the side of Bella's tits. She turns her attention to Mandy, putting her arm around her, pulling her even closer. I smile knowing how that must really turn her on.

When I look back to Brad, he is smiling at me and I know that he knows that I know. "You aren't as innocent as you let on, are you?"

"You are a very astute observer, Brad Copper and I am too."

"Yes." He takes another sip of wine.

I turn to face him, giving him a direct, no bullshit stare. "We all have secrets, don't we? Some more than others, some we share with a select few and some we keep hidden."