I decided to just call it a night early and was in my room reading when I heard the knock. Only one person knocked like that: my boss.
"Bonjour Didier. Ca Va? Is anything wrong?" I asked.
Didier was an athletic 50ish Frenchman who was in charge of several properties. He was smart, efficient, had a low tolerance for bullshit and let me do whatever the fuck I wanted. He was also very gay but unless someone told you you'd never even suspect. He had an 18 year old live-in boyfriend who I knew too. He knew I was straight or at least mostly straight and he was cool with it.
"I really hate to bother you but the man who rented the club was asking about you. Think you can come down for a visit?" Didier HATED this kind of thing. He would never do a command performance and you could tell he felt pretty stupid asking me. Considering all the shit I pulled and had only gotten a laugh from him rather than canned I had to go.
"Of course. Would you like to come in for a drink while I change?" I asked. I had a bottle of of his IDOL vodka that had never been opened in the bar. Just in case he ever stopped in.
"Oui that would be great."
He came in and sat down on the couch. I poured him a shirt glass without ice while he looked around.
"Where do you get all this stuff? Where did you get that bar? Its beautiful!" he admired.
"One of our maintenance guys does wood work. He made it for me. Nice work huh?"
"Very." He downed his drink and I refilled it. Then walked back to the bathroom to rinse off and dress. Didier came back and we talked while I dressed. The thing about the club is that you see people naked all the time and don't think twice about it. Usually there's nothing sexual about it. After a few times of being nude around several beautiful girls who are also naked it becomes the norm.
I asked if her wanted a refill before we left. He smiled and said, "No we better go before Tomas (his boyfriend) thinks I'm sucking your cock."
We both laughed and headed to the club. Just before we entered he said, "Be nice. This man has rented the entire club. Not just the nightclub. He has free access to everywhere."
Shit. Being nice to a rich asshole was one thing. Being nice to a rich asshole who smacks his wife around is another. Especially if his wife's asshole cherry is in my room somewhere.
I hadn't been in the nightclub for 30 seconds before one of the waiters said to me,"The host and his party would like you to join them near the dais."
I walked towards the group. Lindsey's husband was a large man. Probably 225 that one time was muscle had gone to fat. He was holding court to several people who were standing while he sat. He studied me as I approached. I kept a neutral smile on my face as I introduced myself," Good Evening. You throw quite a party," and offered my hand.
"Heard a lot about you. Lindsey couldn't shut up about you when she started there. How's she working out?" he said without regard to her sitting right next to him.
Sitting to his left was the largest woman I had ever seen. Her head was even with his. She had the strangest hair...cut and styled like someone twice her age and dyed blond. She wore a very expensive light blue cocktail dress that displayed a spectacular set of tits. Her tanned face was exquisitely made up. But she was so big I looked for an Adam's Apple. She very politely said to Lindsey's husband, "Do you always have to be such an asshole, Chris? Lindsey is sitting right next to you."
Lindsey looked away and the "woman" extended her hand. "I'm Mary. Nice to meet you. Lindsey mentioned you. I'm glad she's happy with her work."
I took her large hand in mine and looked into her eyes. It was too dark in the club to see properly but she was giving me a look that was half apologetic and half appreciative. Her grip was mannish and firm. This HAD to be a transvestite.
She folded my hand to her arm and pulled me next to her on the couch. "Sit here next to me and tell me all about Lindsey," she said. "She loves working for you." My arm grazed her tits....did she do that deliberately? These weren't man made. Soft like a real breast not hard at all like implants. Maybe they were real after all.
"She quite an asset. She really got the place running well," I said. I was intrigued but curious. First why was this woman who I just met being so friendly? Second why all the attention?
After what I considered enough time making polite conversation I attempted to leave. Mary kept hold of my arm.
"Stay here. We're all having such a good time. Ignore Chris. He's being even worse than normal tonight."
Chris tried several times to engage me in conversation. All of his comments were thinly veiled insults. Funny thing was that he just didn't seem to realize I didn't care. To me he was another rich asshole who I'd never see again.
"Join us for dinner? You can be my date," Mary said.
"Yeah come with us," Lindsey joined in.
Shit.
Dinner was pretty uneventful. All the way up to Lindsey's husband consuming an enormous amount of alcohol. By the time entrees arrived he just sat there mumbling to himself and laughing occasionally. I spent a nice time talking to both Mary and Lindsey in turn. I was having a good time talking and laughing when Lindsey put her hand on my thigh. Her tiny hand crept its way to my crotch while I tried to be as casual as possible. Mary excused herself to go to the bathroom. Chris was in a stupor now so I ignored him as I unzipped and pulled my cock out. Lindsey stroked me gently under the table. I spotted Mary coming back to the table and smiled at her.
She sat down and leaned in to whisper in my ear. Her hand touched my thigh then to my crotch to be met by my throbbing cock and Lyndsey's hand. Her eyes flew to meet mine and she looked over at Lindsey.
Mary leaned back to me and whispered, "How long have you been fucking my sister in law?"
