I held her close to me as I walked in through the main doors. The manager walked quickly up to us, and started to say to Janelle, "I thought I told you..."
I stopped him and took him aside for a moment, and told him that unless he wanted to be seriously, and I mean seriously, shortchanged by the reunion party, and face both personal and corporate harassment lawsuits, he'd better back down in a hurry. Knowing I not only had a couple of great attorneys on the premises, plus enough money to make his life miserable gave me the confidence to put it to him as directly as I had. We quickly reached an understanding, and I sealed the deal by reserving the rooftop hot tub again for that night. He said, nervously, that it was on the house, and that I would be happy to all the free drinks that my party wanted. The last thing I said before rejoining Janelle was that he had better keep an eye on the guy who started all this mess, and conduct a thorough investigation. I would find out about a week later that not only had the guy tried to do the same thing to another room service girl a couple of days later, but that he had a history of these kinds of accusations. The end result was that the guy had ended up in jail, but that the manager had gotten fired himself for firing Janelle without a proper investigation. In fact, Janelle would not only get her job back, but she would end up as the new Room Service manager, because the current Room Service manager got promoted to Hotel Manager to take this asshole's place.
But at that time, she was without a job and miserable, so I walked with her toward the ballroom and asked if she wanted to attend Nana's memorial service with us. When we got to the door and saw the big still shot of Nana from this morning's video on the big screen, she smiled and said, "I remember her. I delivered a couple of breakfasts to her this week. She was really sweet." So she joined us. the girls had saved a row of seats for us, and as we sat down, I introduced Janelle all round, and told them all that we had the hot tub again tonight, on the house. They started to ask how I'd managed that when the minister got up to the podium and started the memorial.
It was a beautiful presentation. the room was filled with white roses, Nana's favorite flower, and there were momentos of her life displayed up on the stage. The one I focussed on was a big blown-up picture of Nana and about thirty other people, all of whom were related to her in one way, shape, or form. From the looks of the ages of the people I knew, it was taken about ten years ago. It was in the backyard of the big house, and the treehouse--the same one where Debbie and I used to play our little games--was the most prominent object in the background. I looked over at Debbie, and we exchanged a conspiratorial smile.
After the minister said a few words, he invited anyone who wanted to to come up and say a few words. Great-Aunt Florence went first, and sang one of Nana's favorite lullabies. Warren went up next and talked at some length about how Nana had made him the successful athlete he was that day. Bhupinder went up and talked about how she first met Nana in Delhi and how Nana had founded an orphanage there, and how she'd introduced her to Ben. Then the V-twins got up and just said, "We love you, Nana!" which got a great round of applause. I saw Victoria rub her belly as if she'd felt something special when everyone responded to that. Finally, Alex got up and started about three different times to tell a story about something that Nana had done for her when she was fifteen, but she kept stopping to cry, so I ran up to the stage and hugged her, and helped her back to her seat. I figured I oughtta say something, so I got up and just started babbling. I don't even remember what I said that evening, because it was just a stream of phrases...knew what was in your heart...never said no when you asked for help...whole neighborhood loved her...saved my ass more than once (that got a lot of nods and tears flowing in the crowd)...so special...thankful she lived a long and happy life...before you knew it I was stopping to wipe the tears, so I just closed out with, "like the girls just said, Nana, we love you."
The next half hour or so was dedicated to a reception of light snacks, coffee and punch, and I think everyone in the room hugged everyone else at one point or another. I took a minute to invite Mom and Warren and the V-girls up to the rooftop. Mom had begged off, but Warren, Victoria and Viviana said they'd love to come.
It was about nine o'clock by now, and I was about ready for a nice soak in the hot tub. I went with Alex and Janelle back to the room. Alex had told Janelle that she had bought a new swimsuit during the week, so she could wear the one Alex had brought. Thinking it best to be a little discreet at this point, I went into the bathroom to change while Alex and Janelle stayed in the bedroom. I came out and was pretty impressed. Alex's suit, which seemed to fit Janelle pretty well (though it was a little tight in the chest area) was a black one-piece suit, almost completely backless, with subtle dark-blue and dark-green vertical stripes. It was cut high over her hips, and the back split her ass-cheeks nicely. When she saw me emerge from the bathroom, she posed and turned round, bending over and jiggling her ass in my direction, which made me think of the previous afternoon when I had fucked her ass in the shower. "WOOHOO!" I said, reacting to the jiggling display of flesh, then went up to her and squeezed both her asscheeks firmly but playfully.
"Now, now, Jack," Alex said, "You shouldn't be messing with the hotel employees."
Completely avoiding any mention of the previous afternoon, I nevertheless said, "Well, she's no longer an employee here, so I can 'mess' with her all she wants me to."
Janelle gave a mock-shocked gasp, then we left the room and headed up to the roof.
Shari, Viviana and Victoria were already waiting at the door, so I carded us quickly in and assessed the situation. It was pretty much the same as the previous night, though there was a significantly larger selection of drinks available, as well as some finger sandwiches on a tray. I clicked on the bubbles and the stereo, and we all got in. I distributed preferred drinks. Victoria opted for a Coke since she was in "the family way," but everyone else had either a beer, or, in Shari's case, a Jack and Coke.
The atmosphere was much more low-key than last night's circus of sex, and we just hung out in the pool, sharing stories about Nana and trying to figure out (since this was everyone's last night) when we'd all be able to get together again. It was left open that night, but we all pretty much agreed that we would, at some point, be getting back together sooner than later (and since most of us in the tub had been the recipient of one of Nana's special envelopes, we had much more freedom to decide when and where it could happen.
At one point during the evening, several of us were engaged in a heated conversation about politics or something like that, when we looked over to where Warren and the V-twins were sitting, and he was leaning back with his head on the edge of the Jacuzzi, and one arm around each of the girls. They had their heads on his shoulders and were kissing his neck, and even though the surface of the water was suffused with bubbles, I was fairly certain that Victoria--or maybe both of them--were stroking his dick under the water, and that he was stroking Victoria's pregnant belly as if he were the father or something--which, considering how close I had become to a few close family members this week, wouldn't have surprised me one bit. He opened his eyes and noticed that we were all looking in their direction, and, even though I had a smile on my face, he still looked a little uncomfortable at being caught in such a predicament. Shortly thereafter, the three of them excused themselves all at the same time, saying that they had to get up for early flights the next day, but the way he grabbed both their asses as they waited for the elevator, I had a feeling that they were not planning on sleeping anytime soon.
So that left the six of us, five girls and myself. I sat quietly with the air jets digging into my back, thinking about everything that had happened to me the last several days. I thought about each one of the girls, and the talks we'd had, the feelings we'd shared, and of course I smiled when I recalled all of the intense physical sensations that each one of them had produced in me and I in them. I laughed softly at the irony of it all as I thought about it. Not three weeks ago, I had been shocked, angered, and hurt when I saw the kind of things that my wife was doing with her boy-toys on the video tapes. And even though what had been happening here these last several days was done from a standpoint that I was a free man, I had had more sex--and not just sex, but intense, joyous, thrilling, fun sex--in these last three-plus days than I could ever remember having in such a short space of time ever. What a mind-blower. And for some unforeseen reason, my thoughts actually turned to Donna. I wondered if she was still sleeping in my bed, still waiting eagerly for my return, and how much I would tell her about what I'd been up to this week. Part of me figured, after what she had helped me with to prepare for my denouement with Wendy, she would be shocked and horrified, another part of me felt she would be utterly turned on by it. but I wouldn't have to worry about that until tomorrow night at the earliest.
I was brought back to the present time and place in an instant when I felt something tugging at my trunks. I opened my eyes and was looking straight into Janelle's eyes. She was stark naked, and her breasts were roiling and wobbling on the surface of the water as she fumbled with the tie-string and started to slide them down off my hips.
