Looking around my room to see if I missed anything I noticed the message light blinking on my phone. Shit. I called Marci the operator.
"Someone name Mary asked if you would meet her at Tequila Mockingbird before you left. Hey isn't that the sheet hole on the beach?" I loved Marcie. She had the worst French accented English you ever heard. Cursed like a sailor at an orgy. "Thanks for taking that message Marcie." I said.
"Want to come down here and show me how grateful you are, Sweetie?" Marcie was about 350 lbs. "I'd love to Baby but I'm heading out for vacation. Another time?" I asked. "You always say that. Au revoir." I hung up the phone chuckling. What the fuck. I had all the time in the world. The next 7 days were mine to do whatever. It'd be nice to see Mary for another send off.
Tequila Mockingbird had to be a front for organized crime. There was rarely anyone there and their weekend business couldn't possibly support it. Mary was at the bar barely wearing a mesh top over a microscopic bikini. Her amazing rack defying gravity as she laughed at something one of the beach hunks was saying. Thee broad brimmed hat shadowed the look of disdain on her face. The poor fucker slobbering over her was oblivious to it. Mary had a sharp mind and a sharper tongue. I'd heard her cut down unwanted attention in less than 2 sentences. This guy was about to make her try harder. This was going to be good.
"Honey, I typically love men whose dick is the same size as their IQ but you, you big hunk of a man, if brains were cotton you wouldn't have enough to put a tampon up an ant." The guy blinked at her for a second apparently recognizing "dick, "tampon" and "ant" but nothing else. He just wandered away.
"That was done well." I said kissing her on the cheek. I tried to sit down next to her but she got up and put me in a lip lock like she hadn't seen me in years.
"You smell like Lindsey." She said when she broke the embrace. "Did you just fuck her?" I nodded. "In the ass?"
"Mary I don't discuss what I do with you to anyone. Please don't ask me to talk about Lindsey with you." I studied her, "Does that bother you?"
Her smile was huge, "You are such a nice man. I like that you don't brag like so many other men. But remember I've seen you fuck her. I've seen you dominate her. I like it. I'd like to watch you do it again. Does that bother you?" she asked.
"You can watch all you like just so long as I get to watch you licking my cum from her." I replied. "What did you need me for?"
"Now there's a loaded question. I'd like for you to spend several hours licking me from toes to ears but I need you to do something for me. It might seem strange to you though....." I raised my eyebrows and waited for her to continue.
"There are some people from my cancer group who I want to give a good time to. Seeing the way you were with Lindsey gave me the idea. You will be mostly passive in this and just enjoying what goes on. The people asked me to keep it anonymous so you'll be blindfolded the whole time. You willing?" she asked studying my face.
It was what Mary didn't say that told me more than what she did say. "People" rather than "women" meant that there was at least one man involved. I'd been in such situations before, albeit not blindfolded, and it did not bother me. I much prefer women to men but I don't go crazy if a man touches me when there are several people all intertwined.
"So long as you are there Mary I'm OK with it all. When do you want to do this?" I asked waving at the bartender. I can never get the barkeep's attention and I wanted something frozen.
Mary leaned over resting her wonderful firm tits on my arm and whispered licking my ear," In about an hour."
I let her nibble on my earlobe for a few seconds before saying, "You're pretty confident aren't you. What makes you think I wouldn't have said NO?"
"Because I was prepared to suck your cock right here at the bar. When I had one of your balls in my mouth you'd agree to do anything!" she laughed. She did have a point: when they got you by the balls your heart and mind will follow.
I never did get my drink so after a few more futile attempts I gave up and followed Mary to the Fontainebleau hotel. The valet eyed my road yacht approaching and ran for cover. I guess he expected a much older man driving. I gave up the keys, got a ticket and entered the lobby. Mary was speaking to an elegantly dressed man with a name tag. As I approached Mary was saying thank you for something and the man left.
"I really appreciate this. I promise you'll have a good time," Mary said heading for the elevators. We got off two floors below the penthouse. There were only two doors other than the elevator. Mary ushered me into the largest most luxurious suite I'd ever been in. The view of the ocean and city skyline was incredible. The sunken living room was carpeted deeply and plush. I kicked off my shoes and decided that this is where all the fun would happen.