UNTOUCHABLE (Siri's Saga Book 1) (15 page)

With one smooth, fluid back stroke, she delivers a blow so fierce and firm that it takes him by surprise. The crack resonates around the room. "FUCK…. ME…. MADAM!" He shouts as he climaxes, shooting his semen.

There is dead silence in the room.

Mandy stares at TD on all fours with two red whelps on his ass, his head hanging down, breathing through the pain and pleasure of his orgasm. Smiling, I think how beautiful she is with her luscious auburn hair tousled from her swing as she closes her eyes, leans her head back and shakes her whole body releasing the passion.

"Go, Baby, Go!" Charlie says as he watches his wife have her first 'orgasm' without fucking.

When Mandy opens her eyes, she looks directly into mine. "Seary."

I smile gently at her. She smiles, wickedly back. I lower my voice again and say only to her. "Have him put his underwear on, then take the rest of his clothes to the cabinet, please. He isn't going to be needing them until he leaves tonight." She hands the crop back to me, stands over him, dominating, and says to him. "Your punishment is complete."

Softly, he tells her. "Fuck me Madam."

She leans over and kisses the top of his head whispering to him. "Later, baby. You did good." She picks up his briefs hands them to him, then scoops up his clothes and flitters away.

He looks at me with a sheepish grin as he puts his underwear on. "Seary!"

I turn to the others and say. "I may be a virgin to the swinger lifestyle but I am no virgin to sexual stimulation."

Bella starts to clap, then everyone joins in. I step off the platform and strut to Darren rubbing my hands together in rhythm to my step.
Showtime!

CHAPTER NINE

"OK, let's take a break while we gather the things I need."

TD rubs his ass as he walks up to join everyone. "God damn! That hurt like hell."

Mac says, "Cowgirl, you best repeat your rules. I can't remember a damn thing you said after all that."

I laugh. "Rule #1: No touching me; Rule #2: No touching each other until I say GO; Rule #3: No touching yourself unless I say so; Rule #4: You may only say four phrases, Go, Baby, Go; Faster, Bitch, Faster; Fuck me! Fuck yeah! Rule #5: With every orgasm, you will say, scream, or shout Seary, that's S, E, A, R, Y; Rule #6: We will play Gorilla at the end of the night. Everyone plays. No exceptions. I'll explain those rules when we play, but here's the twist. The last one to orgasm wins and he or she will shout GORILLA! The first one to orgasm loses and they forfeit their right to pick partners for the next full year! Rule #7: If you break the rules, you will be spanked. Rule #8: If you don't apply the discipline appropriately, you will also be disciplined."

Mac nods. "OK. Got it."

"Since I'm an erotic entertainer, I thought I would entertain you tonight. Is everyone good with that?"

Everyone is smiling at me.

Darren answers with "Fuck yeah!"

"That's the right answer. I like an enthusiastic crowd."

Charlie tells everyone. "I don't know about enthusiastic, but I'm horny as hell now."

"So here's my idea. This will be a group meeting, no private sessions. I will choose the pairing. I will entertain y'all, which will consist of dancing for you both as a group and some individual lap dances."

"Oh, oh, oh." Mandy raises her hand.

I laugh, remembering she is only 20. "Yes Mandy?"

"Can Charlie have a lap dance, please? He really wants one. I tried, but I'm really not good at it." She looks lovingly at him and he gives her his best playboy smile. She looks back at me. "Pretty please?"

"Sure, Charlie gets a lap dance for Mandy." She jumps up and down, tits bouncing, then flings her arms around his neck and lays a big loud smooch on him making everyone laugh.

"The last thing we will do is play Gorilla. It will be the grand finale. Has anyone played before?"

Everyone shakes their heads. "Never heard of it."

"It's an erotic game with some B thrown in."

TD frowns. "As in BDSM? Explain."

"Surely you know what BDSM stands for? Bondage, Dominance …?"

"Of course, I know what it stands for. Explain how the B will be used."

"Well, you never know." I laugh, teasing him. "In a nutshell, Gorilla is fondling, caressing, licking, kissing, sucking and sometimes fucking your partner or partners and them doing the same in return, while maybe blindfolded and maybe tied to them. I'll watch each of you tonight and come up with something customized to get you off. That's my specialty. And I'm really, really good at it."

Mac slaps Rosa's ass and she giggles. "Fuck yeah!"

Darren laughs, and bows to me. "I am speaking for the group when I say, Seary, you can do whatever you want."

"Thank you, Darren. I guarantee you will all enjoy it very much. I aim to please." I look around at each member. "So, are there any objections to being blindfolded and restrained? It can be scary the first time you are tied up."

Rosa stomps her foot. "Finally, someone gets it!"

Brad puts his arms around Bella. She smiles at me. "We need a little scare to get our juices flowing. It'll be fun."

Angela shakes her head. "No, no objections here." And everyone else agrees, but TD looks unsure.

"TD, don't look so scared."

"I'm not scared." He crosses his arms in front of his chest.

"I assure you, the best orgasm you will ever have is blindfolded with bondage after watching an experienced, sexually explicit, erotic dancer; But I tell you what, if you are still unsure when the time comes, you can sit out and watch the others scream Seary, after their incredible orgasms. You don't have to be fucked tonight."

"Oh hell, no! I'm getting fucked tonight!"

Everyone laughs. "Attaboy!" Charlie thumps him on the back.

"That's what I thought." I smirk.

Bella tells us. "It's true about good sex after watching it live. Brad and I went out to Vegas for a little extra spice and caught the Crazy Horse Paris show, Zumanity, and Fantasy. It was a real turn on watching it live. We had the best sex in years, didn't we?"

"I was saying, Go, Baby, Go! Faster, Bitch, Faster! Fuck me!" Brad points at me.

Bella points at him. "All while I was screaming Fuck Yeah! And we weren't blindfolded!"

I explain to the group. "The mind is the most powerful aphrodisiac. Let your imagination fill it with the fantasy a live dancer will stimulate. One of the easiest ways to do that is to help the imagination focus by being blindfolded. If I choose that for you, it will be exquisite, but regardless I will create for each of you your own fucking fantasy."

Darren narrows his eyes. "Fucking Fantasy? I … know that term." He looks at me curious, then he exclaims. "My God! Are you a dancer in Vegas?"

"Yes."

"At Been Jammin'?"

"Yes."

"I'll be damned!" He tells the others pumping his fist. "Y'all, this little lady is the headliner at Been Jammin'. Seary! Wow! What a coincidence!"

I smile at him, then at everyone because their mouths have fallen open.

He tells us. "Bart is a Frat Bro of mine. He called me up a couple of years ago to tell me he had discovered a dancer who could dance circles around his other performers and he was going to turn her raw talent into a gold mine. Her name was Seary and she was a southern girl from Alabama."

I laugh. "Bart is a Frat Brother? It's a small world, isn't it? Have you seen me dance before?"

"No, we haven't been to Vegas. But Angela's been hounding me about going to see the pole dancers."

I smile at her. "We have the best in the world there. And you would love the Cirque du Soleil shows."

Darren tells her. "We're going next week, baby. I will clear my calendar for you." She throws her arms around his neck and kisses him.

"Yep, Bart's been after me to invest in a new venture he and Seary were putting together called Fucking Fantasies. He told me he was raising capital and wanted to know if my venture capitalist friend and I would be interested in going in on the ground level."

"Have you?"

"Well, as a matter of fact, I did. My buddy, who also owns rental properties out there, went to check you out. My local bro said he fell in love with you the first time he saw you dance and you were definitely a winner. So, I invested."

"Well, I'll be damned. So, we're business partners?" I stick my hand out to shake his. "Nice to meet you."

He laughs and shakes my hand. "Likewise."

"And you're local bro, the venture capitalist? Did he invest too? Do I have another business partner from around here I don't know about?"

"No, he decided not to. He said it would pose a conflict of interest and he didn't want it to blow up in his face. He said he had other plans for you."

"His loss." I shrug.
I'll have to ask Bart what other plans are in the works.

Bella asks me. "What kind of dancing do you do exactly?"

"I do all of it. My niche is dance interpretation for maximum stimulation, but let's not talk the night away. I'd rather show you."

TD claps his hands together. "Yes, let's get to it! Please! Fucking Fantasies sounds fantastic." Everyone laughs at his charming manners.

"Before we start the party, I will need a few things for Gorilla."

I turn to the women. "Ladies, I will need blindfolds, restraints of some sort for bondage and bring all your toys in here and put them on top of the counter so I can see what you have."

Rosa takes Angela by the arm. "Come on. Let's go. My room has everything we need."

Mandy says, "I'll get the toys out."

"Darren, I have a special playlist. Can you input it into your music system?"

"Yes, I can. What is it?"

"It's my special compilation, Siri's Heart." We walk over to the TV. "Can I operate it by Bluetooth?"

"You sure can. Tap this ear piece like this." He demonstrates how to loop a song, or skip, or pause the songs, simply by tapping it. It's state of the art.

I insert the earpiece in my ear. It is lightweight and tight.
I don't think I will sling it off working the pole.
"What about the spotlights? Can you set them to track only me?"

"Sure can. Go stand under it, and I'll have it identify you, then when the music starts it will find you and stay on you. You can also operate the lights by the Bluetooth." He instructs me on how to remotely operate them too.

"Perfect."

I walk to the middle of room under the spotlight while Darren sets it up. The other men are standing close by, shooting the shit, waiting for the show to start. "Gentlemen, if you would be so kind, I need your muscles, please." They walk over. "Charlie, find me a short legged chair or stool that I can give you a lap dance on, then put it over there." I point to the area in front of the pole platform.

"Yes ma'am!"

"Mac, you too. I think you might get a special dance tonight also. Get a chair you are comfortable sitting in and put it next to the platform. It needs to be sturdy with arms, but not a big heavy piece of furniture."

"Yes ma'am!"

Brad and TD are left looking at me, awaiting instructions, but when I don't give them any, TD walks to the cabinet gets a smoke and goes out to the balcony. Brad and I watch him for a few moments in silence, then I point at the cameras in the corners of the ceiling. "Do those work?"

"Yes."

"You should record what happens here tonight." He gives me a direct, searching look not sure what I mean. "Let me rephrase that. You will
want
to record what happens here tonight, because you will want to watch my show over and over again."

He relaxes smiling a very sexy smile. "Confidence is sexy, Seary."

"It isn't just confidence, Brad. It's a proven track record perfected in front of live audiences in Vegas. I am going to rock your world!"

He chuckles. "Cockiness is sexy too!"

Scanning the room, I see that Charlie and Mac have returned with suitable chairs, but the women have not. TD is coming back inside with a drink in his hand. He walks around the room basking in the fact that he is the only one half naked. He runs his fingers through his hair, leaning his head back then shaking it loose, flexing his abs. He reaches down and checks his package. His conversation with Rachael comes back to me, and I'm concerned at his flippant attitude towards the whole situation, so I tell Brad. "You know what? Start recording now."

"Ok. Let me tell Darren. He will record everything that happens within the compound. We have cameras everywhere."

"Thanks."

"Sure, Seary. No problem." He walks to Darren and I watch them talking. Brad points to the cameras and Darren nods.

I stand alone for a minute or so and run through what dances I will give them.
It's a good time to get back in the groove, dust the cobwebs off, and grease the rusty spots. I'll open with my speech, then start the dancing with Circus by Britney, then move to …
I rehearse my lineup. I hear Darren speak in my earpiece. "We are live and recording, Seary. Can you hear me?"

I smile, giving him the thumbs up. When I look back, TD is standing next to me posing and preening. "Seary, do you hire out by the hour, or by the night?"

"I beg your pardon?" I'm pissed immediately, knowing what he is thinking.
Whore.
I sigh. No matter how many times it happens to me, no matter how many times I get called that horrible name, it still hurts. I rattle off my usual speech, knowing it won't do any good. Once they label you, there is no going back, but I tell him anyway. "TD, I'm an erotic entertainer only. I don't fuck for money. I'm all about sex, but what I actual do isn't sex. What I actually do is dance. What I do is fantasy. What I do is only suggestive seduction. I'm not a porn star. I'm an erotic dancer. There's a big difference. Erotic is about sexual desire, and sexual excitement. I'm not a whore."

He stares at his drink then twirls the liquid. The ice cubes clink against the glass.

"If erotic dancing makes me a whore in your eyes, what does being a swinger make the wives? Are they all whores too? Words mean things, TD. Don't be a sheep. Be an independent thinker. Make up your own mind. Don't assume the labels other people place on those they wish to hold down and oppress; be your own man. Think for yourself. Be courageous and choose your own path. Each of the people here tonight have done exactly that. After tonight, you be your own judge of my profession."

TD doesn't say anything but extends his hand opening it to show me my hair clip. I look at it for a few moments, then take it. "Thanks. And for the record, whore is not a bad word and whores are not bad people. They are as good as anyone. They are real people, with real feelings. I prefer the term prostitute. Words mean things." He looks away for a moment, sees Charlie standing alone, and walks off to speak to him. I shake my head.
The magnitude of the ignorance. I can't wait to get back to Vegas!
Twisting my hair, I return it to the clip.