Marley's Menage (4 page)

Damn them for haunting her life.
Tonight of all nights, she would finally put them behind her. Once
and for all! For the sake of her sanity, she had to!

Forcing herself to focus on the draw,
she held her breath every time a woman put her hand into the top
hat. She sighed in relief when a regular key was pulled out. It
wasn’t until number seven came along and the woman pulled out a
ménage key, the first of the evening, that her hopes began to
flourish. However, her hopes quickly plummeted as one after another
the women began to draw ménage keys.

This was so not good.

“
Why don’t you just take a
hike? You know you don’t belong here,” Finley’s harsh whisper
tensed Marley to the point where she wanted to turn around a bop
Finley right in the face with her fist. How had the woman snuck up
on her so quickly? Seconds ago, she’d been on the other side of the
room.

Marley glanced at Finley’s wrist and
spied the number nineteen. The bitch would probably get the last
ménage key.

“
Feeling threatened,
Finley?” Marley growled.

“
I have a better chance than
you do.”

Not if I tear out your
eyeballs
,
you
don’t
.

A squeal ripped through the room as
number thirteen picked a ménage key.

Damn
!

Chapter Three

Marley made a quick mental count of her
chances. Six regular keys and seven ménage keys were already gone.
Chances were not so good for her.

“
I thought I saw your old
boyfriends dancing with you. Why don’t you go and look for them?”
Finley taunted.

“
Why don’t you fuck off,”
Marley whispered back.

“
Touch a nerve did I?”
Finley cawed.

More than one.

Number fourteen picked a regular
key.

Yes
.

Number fifteen did too.

Double
yes
!

“
I heard Kacey and Rick were
here for a ménage too,” Finley said in a low and teasing voice. At
her comment, Marley literally saw red. Flares of jealousy burst
inside her and she curled her fingers tightly against her palms to
prevent herself from clawing out Finley’s eyes. Marley knew she was
hanging by a thread. She should put distance between the two of
them or she may be spending the night in jail.

Yet, she couldn’t budge as she watched
number sixteen pick a regular and seventeen and eighteen pick
ménage keys. That meant there was one of each left.

Talk about
torture
.

It was now Finley’s turn.

Oh man
,
this is so not
fair
.

Finley threw Marley such an arrogant
confident expression that Marley believed the woman would win. She
held her breath as Finley strolled over to Jaxie, smiled smugly at
her and dipped her hand into the top hat.

If she picked a ménage key, Marley
swore she would lose it. Before she withdrew the key, Finley caught
her gaze and grinned with such arrogance that Marley was sure if
her blood pressure was being taken at the moment it would be
through the roof.

She willed herself to calm down for her
baby’s sake. She took a couple of deep breaths and stared at
Finley’s hand as it began to emerge from the top hat.

Come on
,
be the regular
key
.

Her wrist emerged.

Please
.

And then her palm.

Pretty
please
!
Let her
pick the regular key
!

Then Finley’s mouth dropped into a
devastating pout. For a split second, Marley felt sorry for Finley.
But it didn’t last.

Finley drew a regular key.

Yes
!
Yes
!
Yes
!

“
Congratulations, Marley,”
Jaxie said as she held out the hat for Marley.

Marley dipped her hand in and cool
metal touched her fingertips. Odd, but the key seemed to be
protruding from the side of the hat, instead of lying at the
bottom.

She made eye contact with Jaxie, who
didn’t so much as flinch. So, the rumors were true. Jaxie did have
a trick hat. All that worrying she’d been doing had been for
nothing. Marley almost laughed aloud, but forced herself to remain
quiet. She withdrew the key and her mouth dropped open at the
beauty of it. It was a copper skeleton key. The head was in the
shape of three intertwining hearts.

The remaining women made soft gasps of
envy as Marley held it up for them to see. It was the prettiest of
all the keys and gleamed brilliantly beneath the lights.

From the corner of her eye, she spied
Finley leaving the room. Marley sighed in relief. Hopefully the
drama queen would stay out of her way and she could enjoy her
evening.

Suddenly Jaxie clapped her hands
grabbing everyone’s attention.

“
Alright ladies, everyone to
the changing rooms. Don’t lose your keys. They will get you into
your private rooms. Have fun!”

As they left, the pregnant women waved,
or said their thanks to Jaxie and when the two of them were alone,
Marley finally spoke.

“
Thank you,” she told
Jaxie.

She looked perplexed. “For what,
sweetie?”

Should she reveal to Jaxie that she
knew about her trick hat? No, she would keep this
hush-hush.

“
Just…thanks,” Marley said.
She turned to leave.

“
Your welcome,” Jaxie called
out softly.

Marley smiled as she left the
room.

* * * * *

Half an hour later Marley trembled as
she stood in front of the door that had the same intertwined hearts
insignia as the one, which appeared on the key she held. After a
quick shower in one of the empty shower stalls, using her favorite
lavender scented soap, she’d wrapped herself in a snug yet
oversized plush white robe. Then she’d locked her belongings in the
locker room and made her way down the hallway until she’d found
this door.

Her heart thumped insanely against her
chest and for a split second, she thought about turning and
leaving. How could she have sex with two complete strangers knowing
that her ex-lovers where here in the building probably doing the
same thing with some other woman? The idea of it burned through her
like a hot poker, but she forced herself to push the awful feeling
aside. They weren’t her men anymore. She had to get over them. She
just had to.

Tonight would be her initiation into a
whole new world. She would push the past to where it belonged, in
the past. Then she would never look back, for if she did, she
feared she might lose her sanity and where would that leave her
precious little baby? She caressed her rounded tummy and love burst
inside her heart.

“
Tonight is for mommy,” she
whispered and reassuringly patted her baby bump.

Inhaling a few deep shuddering breaths,
she gathered her courage and slipped the key into the lock. She
twisted and a click followed. Her fingers trembled as she forced
thoughts of Rick and Kacey from her mind. Turning the knob, she
opened the door and gasped in surprise at the breathtaking
sight.

The room was snugly warm and quite
large. Decorated in hues of light yellow, pale blues and greys, it
contained a cozy massage table with pristine yellow sheets. In a
far corner was a small in ground oval pool with trails of white
mist evaporating from the water. There were two other doors, one
which she assumed would lead to an adjoining bathroom and the other
most likely a closet full of available sex toys. She shivered at
that thought and continued to gaze around.

The room was lit with dozens of fat
green and yellow colored candles that were held captive inside
glass sconces and set in groups in out of the way areas around the
room. Green ferns adorned a far wall made of grey stone and the
entire ceiling was mirrored so that anyone lying on their back
could gaze up and see what was being done to them. Marley shivered
with excitement at the idea of watching while two strangers had sex
with her.

The room smelled mildly of vanilla and
the air was filled with tiny bubbles that popped from a purring
bubble-producing machine, which was placed in the ceiling overhead.
The bubbles floated around the room and as she watched them dance,
a wonderful calmness sifted through her. She was in the right
place. This was just what she needed. Some tender loving care and
red-hot sex.

On a nearby end table, she spied a
bright-yellow colored envelope with her name scrawled on it. She
swallowed at her suddenly dry throat and picked up the envelope.
Opening it, she pulled out a single sheet of yellow tinted paper
and inhaled softly as she read:

Marley
,

We will be your erotic
partners for this evening. Your safe word is baby.

Please remove your robe,
lie on the table face up and use the required sheets to cover
yourself. We are eager to please and will arouse you to new
heights.

Your sexual
servants
.

Oh my goodness. Here we go.

A sudden bout of nervousness tangled
around her as she removed her slippers and then her robe. She
kicked her slippers aside, hung her robe on a nearby wall hook and
then strolled to the massage table, which she knew was actually a
sex table for she could see the stirrups and leather bindings set
along the edge. She pulled back the yellow sheets, and a momentary
hesitation hit her as thoughts of Rick, and Kacey once again
flittered through her mind.

It had to be over with them. For if it
wasn’t, they would have made their move on the dance floor, knowing
why she truly was here. There was no way they would allow her to go
through with this if they still cared for her. It was over.
Thankfully, she didn’t feel the need to cry as she clumsily climbed
up onto the table with her big belly in tow.

Lying down on her back, she covered
herself with the warm sheets and stared at her reflection in the
ceiling mirror. Sophie had done a wonderful job on her hair. She’d
done a temporary red rinse on the front sides of her hair to match
that red dress and she’d given her hair a bit of bounce with some
soft curls at the ends. Her blonde hair was splayed out on the
pillow like a wavy waterfall. Now Marley could see that the red
streaks nicely accentuated the redness of her lips and her blushing
cheeks. Her beautiful baby bump was illuminated beneath the sheet
and for the first time in a long time, she felt truly
sexy.

Mercy with all this nastiness regarding
Finley and the excitement over having her ex-lovers back in town
had made her awfully tired. She closed her eyes. She would keep
them shut just for a few minutes and she’d use the breathing
techniques she’d learned recently in her Lamaze class to relax her.
She inhaled deeply and allowed the vanilla scent to sift into her
lungs. Her arms and legs soon felt heavy and she slipped into a
most wonderful serene ambiance.

Cradling her belly, she
waited.

* * * * *

“
Alright, gentlemen, Marley
should be in her room now as I didn’t see her in the ladies locker
room or in the showers a few minutes ago,” Jaxie said.

Unless, Marley had chickened out and
left the building altogether and this set up to get her back
together with these two hunky men went down in a burst of
flames.

“
Great! Hold on a sec while
we get ready,” Kacey said as he slipped on his robe. Before he tied
the sash, she got a wonderful view of his massive penis. It was
long and thick and Jaxie resisted the urge to fan her suddenly warm
face.

She stood beside Kacey and Rick and
smiled inwardly as she admired the locker room half full of men in
various stages of undress. Pretty much all of them were regulars.
They were used to seeing her coming and going in order to hand out
the appropriate keys. Mostly they didn’t pay much attention to her.
Hell, they treated her as if she was one of the guys. That sucked
because she had a hard time finding a man who wanted to take a
relationship with her seriously.

Red-hot pokers of jealousy swept over
he as she suddenly spied Kacey’s two older brothers, Kalen and
Kade, who waved at them as they whipped through the locker room
with their ménage key in hand, clad only in black robes as they
disappeared into the hallway. They were on their way to engage in
some hot and heavy sex with some pregnant woman.

The two men were Jaxie’s best friends.
Had been since she could remember. She knew they enjoyed sharing
their women. Secretly she loved them both and she ached to
experience a ménage with them too. Wished they could see how much
she truly wanted them to take her seriously as a woman, but they
treated her like their kid sister.

Chasing away those unhappy thoughts,
she forced herself back to reality.