Diana and David stepped inside to survey the room. Still standing in the door, Lou thought the two looked oddly out of place. Something didn’t feel right. Was he taking advantage of Diana, who was too tipsy to know what she was doing? But didn’t she agree to the idea when she was sober? And was she going along with his fantasy just to make him happy? Slowly, he stepped inside, working to erase his frown.
Diana plopped down on the bed with a loud sigh and splayed her limbs. The two men started to undress her slowly, kissing her, telling her how beautiful she was. She pulled Lou down to her and pressed her mouth to his while fumbling with his shirt buttons. He hadn’t thought about being naked in front of another guy; it was the idea of three people, mainly he and two women who would have sex, that excited him.
“Don’t worry about me, Baby,” he whispered to Diana, stopping her from unzipping his pants. “We’ll all be in our birthday suits before long. There’s plenty of time.”
He looked down at the end of the bed and saw David, already stark naked, start to massage and lick Diana’s toes. Lou sat up and slowly took off his shirt, then his pants, leaving on his briefs. He just wanted to look at his lady, who was thoroughly enjoying herself.
For Diana, it was ecstasy beyond belief, two men at her beck and call. She let herself go, slipping into her fictional character, pleasure her only goal.
“How about the swing?” David gestured toward the velvet-lined swing hanging from the ceiling.
“Oh yes,” Diana said, sitting up and holding out her hands for the two men. They led her to the cushiony swing at the end of the room. If the first grade teachers could only see me now!
The seat softly cupped her body allowing her to lean back and comfortably spread her legs. David kneeled down and swayed her slowly a few inches to and fro, stopping momentarily for her to feel his warm breath, taking in her juices, then pushing her toward Lou, who sat behind her, sweeping his fingers lightly across her breasts. He could see how excited she was, and he loved it. But part of him felt like he was someone else.
“What about you guys?” she murmured. “Shouldn’t I be turning you both on?”
The idea that she would be pleasing David while he would… what… watch? But he wasn’t going to let his hang-ups stop her pleasure.
“Don’t worry about us, Baby, just let go,” Lou whispered to her. “We’re here to make you happy.”
She thought Lou was extraordinary. Wanting her to experience ecstasy and excitement with another man, a man he picked out for her. Lou was truly selfless, giving.
As he watched her soak up the pleasure from another man’s touch, Lou grew more distant. Somehow he had to make himself go through the motions, hoping that he’d get in the mood. Wasn’t this the furtive, naughty scenario he created and had written about? So what’s wrong? Get into it, man.
But excitement and stimulation eluded him. Was he guilty for corrupting Diana and testing her belief that sex was a unique, intimate act between two people? He angled around to see her face, and as their eyes locked, he forced a smile.
It was just long enough for her to realize something was wrong. She touched David’s arm and said, “I’m sorry, David, but could you leave us for a minute?”
“Sure,” he said, hiding his disappointment.
“And Diana,” he quickly added, “even though this was just an introduction, it’s been wonderful. If you want to continue a little later, just say the word. I’ll be at the bar.”
As David pulled on his clothes and left the room, Lou had no compunction to stop him. He looked questioningly at Diana as she took his hand and led him back to the bed.
“Why don’t you just hold me a bit,” she said.
Chapter 30
Larry Hines slipped the small digital camera out of his pocket and hid it in his locker. Things were quieting down at the plant, and repairs to the ruptured pipe were well under way. He walked over to the office building and took the elevator to the personnel office. He had an appointment to check out his benefits and retirement package, a visit he had put off too long, but now one that had a sense of urgency to it. He may just have to move out of the area.
When the elevator door opened, he was face to face with Bob Stalinsky.
“It’s the one and only Mr. Hines! What are you doing up here in the stratosphere?”
Larry stepped out of the elevator quickly, hoping Bob would jump in and be gone, but Bob held the door open with his hand.
“I’m here to see how you big guys live,” Larry chided. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll be sitting at your desk some day.”
“Always like seeing folks climb the ladder. Got a minute?”
Bob let the elevator door close.
“Sure. What’s up?” It would mean being late for his appointment but he had no choice. Bob led him to his office and Larry gazed out the large window at the two domes on either side of the transformer building that blended in with the steely grey Hudson River.
“Take a seat. I need to bend your ear, but what I’m going to say doesn’t go beyond this room, okay?”
“Okay.” Larry’s stomach did a flip-flop.
Bob’s oversized mahogany desk was like a football field between the two men. Larry noticed his seat was low, forcing him to look up to Bob.
“You know all the guys here pretty well, don’t you, Larry? I mean you’ve been here for as long as I can remember. Who do you think would want to rat on us? Any guesses?”
“Hmm. I’m drawing a blank, Bob. You got a pretty dedicated staff here, and frankly, I don’t think anyone here would chance losing their job. Maybe someone is infiltrating from the outside.”
Bob stared at Larry, an aggressive silence.
Finally Larry said, “I’ll keep on my radar, okay?”
Bob suddenly clenched his fists on the desk as if he were a child ready to throw a tantrum.
“Look—we have a whistle-blower here, Larry. A spy. Broadcasting in-house memos to the press, taking classified pictures. Do you know what that means? He’s giving the public something to panic about. We got to get him. Soon. Or we’ll all be out of a job.”
Larry nodded and visualized the office door open, beckoning his exit.
“I hear you, Bob. I’ll check around with people I trust to see if they know anything.”
He stood up, now looking down at Bob. “We’ll catch him, don’t worry.”
Bob’s face was hard and he glared at Larry, waiting. Larry quickly looked away and headed for the door.
“Larry?”
“Yeah?”
He turned and looked over his shoulder, his hand on the doorknob.
“We find this squealer, his life is over. He’s breaking every rule in the book. He’ll end up in jail. Got that?”
Chapter 31
Dear Diana,
I’m not sure what happened at the sex house. Maybe the whole idea was silly. If you were disappointed, you didn’t show it. You are wonderful, understanding, and very hot. Someone whose body, mind, and spirit I still want to explore. I dream about your sweet, moist skin, your heat, your face in ecstasy….
By the way, Larry Hines agreed to talk to me about stuff at the plant. Will keep you posted.
Dear Lou,
What happened in that bedroom was an experiment. We don’t have to figure it out. It certainly was stimulating and different. But what’s important is that we still want to be with each other. Some fantasies are better off staying in your head.
You may want to ask Hines about the overworked security guards who get exhausted, how they protect the plant.
Dear Diana,
You haven’t been sending me your horti-erotica. I love it and need more. More! Please? When I read it, I think of you naked, in bed, waiting for me.