Seven Dates: A Different Kind of Hotwife (8 page)

I awoke earlier than I would have liked. I’d been up several more hours studying Tanner Alden’s online presence, Facebook, LinkedIn, any thing I could get my hands on. I had his birthday. Favorite sports teams. I took a run at a few of his online passwords, trying to hack into his social network and Google logins, but no dice. I needed to get a look at him entering his password on his phone to have a shot.

Making my way to the kitchen I realized Joanie had woken up even earlier. She was sitting in our breakfast nook looking a little haggard, staring into an absurdly large mug of coffee. One of her silly quirks, but she’d always done that, taken her coffee in a quart-sized mug.

Happily, though, she’d left me enough for my own mug.

“What’s going on with you Kel?”

“You mean?” I waved my hand around our house.

“No. At work.”

I chuckled. That was the question I was hoping she’d ask me four days ago… though in all honesty, I’m not sure I would have answered honestly at the time.
Oh, nothing, everything is fine.

I took a deep breath. “Well, I fucked up a contract, and cost the firm three million dollars. Well, you know that part. Now, it looks like Donald is probably building a termination file for me right now.”

She gasped. “Oh God, last night….”

I laughed. “Definitely complicated things… though I think in a good way.”

“Is that why….”

“I didn’t break it up? Yes. And… well, Joanie, it is worse than that. I sort of set it up.”

“How? You told him... something about me?”

I shook my head. “No, I just knew that as angry as you were….”

She snorted. “Jesus. And I thought I was pushing your buttons, but turns out I was just… just… what?”

“Can we… can I go back to the beginning here? It’s all more weirdly complicated than you can imagine.”

So I told her the story of the TKD deal. Not just the botched language, but the various conflicts of interest. How I was on my own, Donald wanting to see me fail, the Marston lawyers covering their own asses, Alden pocketing the proceeds of the mistake. I’m not sure she caught all the details, but I think I managed to convey the broad strokes of the situation, including the fact that I was likely about to be fired and that the only real bright spot was the possibility of completing a deal with XCOSA on my own.

“Oh, wow, Kel, all that happened this past week?”

I nodded. “Thankfully. Kept me busy. Otherwise the whole thing with you would have driven me crazy.”

She laughed. “Well, if I hadn’t gone off the deep end, I wouldn’t have seduced Donald, and you wouldn’t have gotten the options.”

I nodded. “Which is why I sort of encouraged it.”

“That’s fucked up, Kel. You know that, right?”

I nodded. It was. “But not really any more fucked up than you going on dates to mess with my head.”

“Fair enough. We’re both nuts.”

“Okay, but here’s the thing, Joanie. This is still an opportunity.”

“Or a cluster-fuck.”

“Right, that too. But I think I can pull it off…. Well… we can. But I need your help.”

She eyed me suspiciously. “My help?”

I nodded. “I know this is going to sound crazy… but if you’re willing to continue punishing me for just a couple of days, I think –“

“Oh, my God, Kel, really?”

“Not if you’re going to hate it… but, if you’re sort of interested in seeing what else you have inside you, then maybe.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

I smiled. “Joanie. Have you ever been to a strip club?”

As I expected Tanner was up for an afternoon at Sparkles. Actually, he was more enthusiastic than I would have guessed. He didn’t even make me explain what I wanted. I filed that away. A small, red flag to keep in mind.

I dressed causally in khakis and a polo, but I had Joanie get a little sexed up in clingy jeans and a tight cropped tee. I suggested she wear nice underwear.

“Is anyone going to be seeing my panties?” she asked, surprised.

I shrugged. “Maybe? That’s up to you. Anyway, don’t want you feeling underdressed. You’re going to be quite a hit.”

“With Tanner?”

“With the girls.”

“Huh?”

“You’ll see.”

“So, explain this again to me?”

“We’re fighting. You overheard me inviting Tanner to Sparkles and insisted on coming along. You don’t trust me in a place like that.”

“I don’t, you know. Not completely.”

“Good, then it won’t be a stretch.”

“And then I try to steal his phone?”

I nodded. “Yup. You accompany him to the champagne room to watch him get a lap dance. So you can see, you know, that there is no sex in the champagne room.”

“Is there sex in the champagne room?”

“Well, the reality of Cody marring the beauty of this lovely planet suggests there may well be.”

“He’s not that bad.”

I laughed. “Well, sure, you’d say that now that he’s your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Lover? Fuck-buddy?”

She smirked. “How about spite bang?”

I continued. “You need to dig around his pocket. Ideally while his pants are down around his ankles. Get his phone. Get it to me. And make sure he’s kept busy for the next thirty minutes, or so.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“Well, there will be a stripper or two back there with you. Remember, you’re supposed to be just an observer. But you know that Tanner will try to get you into the mix.”

“And...?”

I shrugged. “Go with the flow. Whatever feels comfortable.”

“This is crazy.”

“Yeah. And it probably won’t work. But it will smooth the process with Charlie if I can pull it off. And worst case, if I get the phone, I can at least try the password enough times to get the phone to lock and wipe the data.”

“How will that help?”

I laughed. “It won’t. But you’re not the only spiteful bitch in the room.”

She shook her head. “You’re a psychopath. Seriously Kellen. Did you torture small animals as a child?”

“Only ants. And my sister.”

***

I knew Tanner would be into the idea of Sparkles midday because, well, it appeals to me too. Not sure why. I’m so white bread in so many ways. Always did well in school. Ivy League. Business school. Tailored suits. Married young. Never cheated on my wife.

Yet, I’ve always been attracted to the seedy. Back in the day, they’d call it slumming. There is something exciting to me about stepping into a dive bar. Dark, the smell of stale beer, the regulars eyeing newbies suspiciously. There is a TV on, but no one is watching. Half the time it is tuned to informercials. A pool table, a dart board. No one ever plays. No one can be bothered to have fun. A universe of bad choices, regrets, but also of no questions, no expectations.

Strip clubs have the same attraction. Walk in, and you’re a new person. No one cares about anything outside the four walls. You want to say your name is Fontleroy and you’re an astronaut, and no one will challenge you. The girls all inhabit that same weird netherworld. Identities checked at the door. Tiffany is a student, not a HS dropout with two kids, and a lay about boyfriend. Star is an aspiring actress, not a part-time whore who got kicked out of her home at sixteen. The stories aren’t all sad. But they are all stories. A completely artificial world of completely artificial people.

At Sparkles, Tanner wasn’t a sad nerd churning deals in a pathetic struggle to get ahead. He was a
playa
. Chicks hanging all over him, at least until he ran out of cash.

He was already there when we arrived.

He eyed Joanie as we joined him. “Bring your own stripper?”

“I’m his wife,” she replied hotly.

He smiled thinly.

“You could pass for a stripper,” he taunted.

I interposed myself between them. “Joanie’s never been to a strip club. She wanted to see what it was like.”

And indeed, having adjusted to the dark, she was staring around in amazement. Or disgust. It was a little hard to tell which. Seeing it through her eyes reminded me of the thrill I’d had the first time I’d been to a strip club. Vegas for me. Scads of just drop-dead gorgeous girls in skimpy lingerie. Like dying and going to heaven. Sparkles was a nice place, but not in the same class, and anyway, I think Joanie’s interpretation tended more towards Sodom and Gomorrah than heaven… or at least it would have until this past week. Now, I couldn’t be sure any longer.

As I had expected, with Joanie in tow, we attracted a lot of attention right away. The relatively few patrons all were quite unabashed in checking my wife out. That’s another weird thing about strip clubs. Unlike most places, it is not only accepted, but sort of encouraged to openly ogle women. That includes not just the dancers, but also the wait-staff, and, of course, female patrons.

Even more interesting was the attention we were getting from the dancers themselves. I’m not completely sure why, but strippers love seeing women come into the club. Sure enough, there were a number of girls who seemed like they would just love to eat Joanie up.

Moments after we sat down, a brazen, little blonde plopped herself down in Joanie’s lap.

“Hey beautiful, I’m Amber,” she cooed.

I recognized her from the other night. The sexy, blond schoolgirl with the plump, pussy lips. Today she was in red hot pants and loose, shimmery, silver-black tunic.

“I’m, ah, Joanie.”

My wife was more than a little flustered as the blond twirled a finger in Joanie’s hair.

“Fuck, I love Lesbos,” Tanner exclaimed.

Both girls gave him a nearly identical scowl, then promptly turned away from him as Amber resumed flirting with my wife.

“You’re shivering,” Amber noted. “Do I scare you?”

Joanie laughed. “A little,” she admitted.

“Never been with a girl before?”

My wife shook her head.

Amber let out a low, excited moan. I was certain she was getting wet just thinking about despoiling my wife. And I was getting hard thinking of her sucking on my wife’s large breasts, Joanie’s fingers sliding between Amber’s wet, swollen lips.

I could hear Tanner smacking his lips behind me, though I couldn’t be sure if it was in excitement or frustration at being left out. Luckily the ratio of girls to patrons was pretty good and soon another couple of girls joined us.

A slender black girl, with short hair, and vaguely sixties, mod look took a seat on my lap.

“Hey brown sugar,” Tanner exclaimed. “What’s wrong with me?”

She seemed a but put out at his aggressive tone.

“Chill out, man,” I cautioned him.

Happily, almost immediately, a tall, buff brunette, her hair in a Katy Perry ponytail and with a single sleeve of colorful tats pulled up a chair by Tanner.

Tanner confirmed that I was paying, and then ordered a bottle of champagne. Having been around the block a couple of time, I grabbed the waitress before she got away and made sure we were getting the cheapest champagne. It was still $500 for the bottle, but I knew they had bottles they charged $10,000 for if you gave them half a chance.

“I’ll take care of everyone,” I let her know, “but don’t fuck me, okay?”

She cast a glance over at Alden wondering she wouldn’t do better if it was his party.

“He’s a cheap motherfucker when it’s on his tab.”

She nodded and went away to get a bottle of the cheap stuff.

My girl was chattering in my ear, but I was having trouble paying attention to her. On my left Joanie and Amber were locked in a soulful conversation, staring into each other’s eyes, Amber stroking my wife’s cheeks tenderly. Joanie shot me an amused look.
What? It’s all her,
she seemed to be saying. But whoever was the instigator, it was obvious that Joanie was getting a kick out of being on the receiving end of a lesbian seduction.

On my right, Tanner was expounding loudly to his girl about what a business genius he was. He kept calling her Casey, even though I could swear she’d introduced herself as Lacey. But Casey, Lacey, it didn’t really matter. She had a cold, mercenary look in her eyes that only seemed to brighten at the word million.

As in, “Ain’t that right, Kel, took you for three million in our last deal.”

I gave my best nonchalant shrug,
you win some you lose some
.

My girl had told me her name was Jas, though I wasn’t sure if it was Jas as in Jasmine, or Jazz as in, Jazz. I decided to assume the former. Prettier name. She was gently running her fingertip up and down my forearm. Very subtle, yet quite sexy. She had a curious expression as if trying to figure out our party.

“That’s my wife,” I said, nodding toward Joanie.

“She like girls?” Jas asked with a smile.

“Sure looks that way,” I replied. “And that guy, I’m in business with.”

“But you don’t like him?”

“He’s not very likable.”

“You friends with Amber?” I said nodded toward the stripper who was now reading my wife’s palm.

Jas giggled. “Yeah, she’s fun.”

“What’s the story with Lacey?”

Jas shrugged. “She works here.”

Enough said. Not
she’s a cool chick.
Or even,
she’s hot.
She was trouble. I needed to get rid of Lacey.

The champagne arrived, barely enough for the six of us. I handed over my credit card and ordered another bottle.

I turned to Jas. “Hey, baby, I think you’re super hot, but I need to do a little business before pleasure. Wanna come back around in a bit?”

She looked a little put out that I hadn’t chased away Lacey or Amber, but she nodded. “Sure sweetie, see you around.”

She retreated to the bar. I leaned over and got Tanner’s attention. “Let’s talk a little before we all get too bombed.”

He waved me away. “Case and I are just getting to know each other.”

“We could get to know each other better in the back,” she suggested.

“Now that’s an idea. Pay the lady,” he said.

I smiled. “Just a taste and then we talk.” I turned toward Lacey. “Three dances?”

She started to protest, but I cut her short with a crisp hundred. “Warm him up, he’ll be here all afternoon.”

She led him over to the banquette at the edge of the room and started grinding on Tanner. Joanie’s eyes followed him, but Amber put her hand on my wife’s cheek.
Pay attention to me, baby.

I slid my chair closer to the two women.

“You two seem to be hitting it off.”

Joanie gave me a quick glance, blushing, then returned her attention to Amber.

“I want to suck on your wife’s tits,” Amber growled throatily.

I laughed. “Yeah, we definitely want to party.”

Joanie was shaking her head a little anxiously. Amber nodding hers confidently.

“You got any other friends working today?” I asked.

“Jas is cool,” Amber replied.

“I mean for my friend,” I nodded toward Tanner. “I think we’ll all have a better time if we all like each other.”

Amber turned toward me. “You’re not just trying to get rid of me, are you?”

I shook my head. “No. You’re with Joanie. I’m with Jas. Just need a cool chick for Tanner.”

She nodded. “Alright. I’ll be right back.”

“You okay?” I asked my wife.

She fanned her face. “She’s a, um, very confident girl.”

“I think you’re her type.”

“I think she’d eat me for lunch.”

“I think that’s the idea.”

Joanie laughed nervously, but I could tell she was turned on.

“What’s the plan?”

“When Tanner gets back we talk a little business. Then Amber and her friend take him… and you… into the back for a little party.”

“And I steal his phone.”

“And give it to Jas, when she comes back to check up on you guys.”

“This isn’t going to work.”

I laughed. “Of course it is. Between Amber’s friend grinding on Tanner and Amber grinding on you, he wouldn’t notice if you gave him a colonoscopy.”

She seemed hesitant.

“In the worst case,” I added, “you can count this as one of your seven dates.”

She frowned and then after a moment laughed. “Well, I was wondering how I could top what I’ve done so far.”

“Believe me, you don’t need to,” I replied.

Before she could respond I noticed Lacey and Tanner walking back in our direction.

“Thanks, give us a few?” I said to her, giving her another twenty.

She shrugged.
Whatever.
It had been a good start to her shift regardless.

“She seems like a cold fish.”

He shrugged, but didn’t dispute it. He’d been checking out Amber’s smoldering seduction of my wife and I knew a mercenary like Lacey wouldn’t be able to hold a candle to it.

“Look, let’s talk some business.”

He chortled. “Shouldn’t you be in Marseilles?”

“Marseilles? Why?”

“You’re too late Kel. Always a day late and a dollar short.”

“How so?”

I didn’t like his attitude. Of course, I never liked his attitude. And it was a little hard to credit his confidence too much. He could easily be bluffing. Still…

He shrugged. “You have another dog of a China deal to pitch?”

“You’re going to regret not getting in on that one.”

He snorted.

“No,” I continued. “I want to talk about the contract clause again. Look, man, you’re burning a bridge with me… over what? What’s your take?”

“Nothing yet,” he admitted.

“We’re young guys man, we’re in this for a long time. How am I supposed to work with you after this?”

“I’m sure I’ll have plenty of opportunities to make it up to you.”

But it was obvious he didn’t care. He’d consigned me to the loser file.

His eyes drifted up over my shoulder, and I followed his gaze to see Amber returning holding hands with a just adorable little brunette. Even in four-inch heels, the new girl was tiny, but she was just gorgeous, wearing fishnets, a tight leather skirt, and black choker. The face of an angel, the body of a high school cheerleader, and dressed like the star of a BDSM porn video.