Turned Out Saga (6 page)

Now, the challenge was getting out unnoticed and unheard. Grabbing the files she wanted from inside her desk, she walked softly into the hallway, careful not to make a sound. She made it down the hallway, past Jackson's office, and out the front door. Everything in her wanted to turn around and take one last look, but the fear of being caught was enough to make her leave the premises.

On the way home, Champagne stopped off at Kinko's to make the copies she needed. She knew Zyair wouldn't be home until late that night. There was a conference being held at his restaurant, and he liked to stay and make sure things ran at a smooth pace.

Pulling up into the driveway, Champagne had a brief flashback of Jackson and Camille. She shook the image out of her head but not before recalling the fullness of Camille's breasts. “What the hell is wrong with me?” she asked herself.

Zyair was looking across the floor at a group of people gathered near the bar and couldn't help but notice that one of the men in the group looked real familiar. At least, his profile did, because he hadn't yet turned around to give Zyair a full view of his face. Taking a step forward to get a closer look, Zyair turned quickly because, at that exact moment, the brother turned around. It was the last person on earth Zyair wanted to see, Ty'ron the dick sucker. It was a college memory Zyair wanted to erase from his mind altogether.

Ty'ron noticed Zyair the second he walked in the restaurant and was torn between leaving and staying. But leaving really wasn't an option, since he was one of the speakers. The conference was for Financial Advisors, and Ty'ron worked for one of the top Black owned companies in the United States. With the knowledge that he possessed, he was capable of making someone rich beyond their dreams.

When Ty'ron first entered the restaurant and saw Zyair, he didn't know whether to approach him and apologize, or knock the shit out of him. The college incident stayed in the back of his mind. He knew he was wrong for violating Zyair in his sleep. In a way he felt that he deserved what Zyair and his boy Thomas did, but then again, he would have preferred the ass whupping Zyair was going to lay on him.

Ty'ron couldn't help but wonder if he and Thomas were still in touch.
Damn, Zyair still looked good as hell.
He was always a handsome man. If given the chance I'd tum his ass out. Ty'ron knew he was dead wrong for these thoughts. Instead of focusing on Zyair, he needed to focus on his speech.

In the meantime, Zyair glanced at Ty'ron and wondered if he was gay. He had to be, the way he'd sucked his dick like a pro. From his appearance, you couldn't tell because he looked all man. In this day and age you could never tell a person's sexuality by their appearance. All you had to go on was their word.

Turning around, Zyair decided it was time to leave. All of a sudden he felt a headache coming on and was developing an upset stomach. Finding his hostess DaNeen, Zyair told her, “I'm leaving you in charge.”

“You are?” DaNeen asked, surprised.

Zyair normally stayed to the end when something was going on in the restaurant. “Yes. Just make sure everything is cleaned and locked up.”

“I will. You don't have to worry about a thing.”

“All right, I'll see you tomorrow.” On that note, Zyair walked out.

Once in the car Zyair pounded on the steering wheel. He yelled out loud, “Shit!” He'd put the incident so far in the back of his mind, and to have it standing there, staring into his face, was mind-blowing. Now was definitely the time for that vacation he and Champagne had discussed.

Which is just what Champagne suggested the second Zyair walked in. She didn't let him get in the door good. “Baby, let's take that vacation we talked about as soon as possible.”

“Whoa, whoa. Where did this come from?”

“I'm just ready to go. Tomorrow is my resignation day, and before I start a new venture I'd like to spend some time with you,” she said, following him into the living room.

“I hear you. Shit, I'm ready for that vacation just as much as you are. Where do you want to go?”

“I thought we discussed Hedonism?”

This surprised Zyair. When he'd first suggested it he didn't think she'd agree. “For real?”

“Yes, for real.” Champagne was half-amused hearing the excitement in his tone. She also knew that his imagination was running wild and after witnessing Jackson and Camille, she knew she could do the voyeur thing. “Let's call the travel agency and leave this weekend.”

Zyair almost said that was too soon that he needed to arrange things at the restaurant. Normally he'd make sure things were in order, doubled check the calendar, speak with his employees and give them a “watch everything and make sure nothing goes awry” speech. This time he wasn't going to do that. He knew it was time to trust them, to let go and enjoy life a little more.

Plus, after seeing Ty'ron, he needed the vacation just as much as Champagne and the sooner the better, the farther away the better. “Let's do it.” Zyair said.

Pleased, Champagne kissed him on the cheek and suggested they go swimming.

“I don't feel up to it.”

“But I have a surprise for you.” Champagne was using her suggestive tone.

Zyair recognized it but the headache that started earlier was now pounding. He took her hand. “I'm sure you do, sweetie, but I have a terrible headache. I need to take some Advil and lay down.”

Disappointed because her plan was to put it on him, Champagne said, “Oh, okay.” She kissed him on the cheek and told him to get comfortable while she made him some chamomile tea to relax him.

* * *

The following day Champagne was standing in Jackson's office. Her heart was racing. Uncertain about how he would respond, she was anxiety ridden and fearful. “I'm resigning,” she told him. “I'm giving you one month's notice, but I'm leaving for a one week vacation, so I won't be in next week and—”

“Whoa, whoa, hold up. Hold the fuck up. What the fuck are you talking about? What's this all about?”

Champagne was fed up, she was done, and no longer had to put with his attitude, and she wanted him to know it. “I know you need to stop talking to me like that.”

Going on, Jackson said, “Do you really think you could just come in here and quit just like that? Like you haven't signed a contract? Like you're not obligated to several clients? And on top of everything else, you tell me, not ask me, but tell me you're taking a one week vacation.”

“I'm not a child, Jackson. I'm not a child, and I'm not one of your bitches that need to ask your permission. As a matter-of-fact, I'm a grown-ass woman that hasn't signed a contract in over two years. Your ass forgot, and I didn't mention it. This is your business. That's the kind of shit you‘re supposed to keep tabs on, not me. I'm going on vacation. I have more than enough time saved up, and I've contacted my main clients and told them I was resigning. I also informed them that your lover, Camille, would be taking over.” That part slipped out but Champagne was on a roll. “Not only that, but—”

“But nothing, but nothing. You owe me. I made you!” Jackson said hysterically. He depended on Champagne more than he thought. She'd trained everyone that came in after her and made him tons of money. She'd convinced his best clients to stay with him when he acted like an asshole, and was always the middleman when there was conflict.

What the hell did she mean, she hasn't signed a contract in two years.
Thinking about it, he realized she was right. She hadn't, and that possibly meant that some of the clients hadn't either. This wasn't something he felt like dealing with. Jackson knew that the right thing to do would be to sweet talk her, offer her a raise, maybe even a partnership but his anger got the better of him. “You know what? You can leave right now. I don't need any notice. Pack your shit and go.”

Champagne looked him up and down and shook her head. “That's just what I wanted to hear.” Then she turned around and strolled out of his office, leaving him with a stunned look on his face.

“She'll be back,” Jackson said from the behind the door, trying to convince himself.

When Champagne stepped into the hallway, some of the employees were smiling at her. They'd overheard the exchange and gave her the thumbs-up. Most of them wanted to quit as well but just didn't have the heart to.

“You're doing the right thing,” Talla, Jackson's secretary, told her. “I might be right behind you.”

Smiling, Champagne decided to give her a life lesson, “Talla, you're a quick learner. You're smart and intelligent. Life has so much to offer, yet you take the abuse from Jackson on a daily basis. I know he pays you well, but you have to value yourself a little more, know your worth and—”

Jackson walked out of his office and glared at her. “I thought you were leaving?”

Champagne looked at him and rolled her eyes. She started walking away and felt proud of herself. She was on her way to bigger and better things, things she'd worked hard for and thoroughly deserved.

The flight to Jamaica went smooth. That's the way it ought to be when you're traveling first-class. Champagne read a book, while Zyair napped.

When they finally landed, Champagne glanced around in awe as she always did whenever they traveled, each new place providing a new adventure, a different thrill. She loved traveling and seeing new cultures. She'd take in the sights, the sounds, the aromas, and the people.

Glancing around, she noticed that the majority of tourists were white. It always amazed her how white people would travel thousands of miles to be surrounded by Black people.

She and Zyair saw a group of women singing, “Welcome to Jamaica,” and they stopped to listen for a brief moment.

“Come on, baby, we don't want to miss the shuttle.”

Zyair pulled her along, past a group of young boys asking in a low tone if they wanted to purchase some ganja.

“No, thanks,” Zyair quickly replied.

Together Champagne and Zyair carried with them four suitcases. They were seated on the shuttle bus, next to a white couple tonguing one another down. They looked at one another, kissed quickly and held hands, each attempting to prepare themselves for the all the stories they'd heard about Hedonism.

The white man came up for air and looked at Zyair. “What resort are you going to?”

“Hedonism.”

Glancing down at their bags, the couple smiled and said, “First time, huh?”

“Is it that obvious?” Champagne asked. The couple laughed.

“Believe me,” the man said, “you won't be needing all that luggage.” Then he introduced himself as Joe, and his wife as Cassandra.

“I'm Zyair, and this is my wife, Champagne.”

“What unusual yet beautiful names,” Cassandra told them.

Champagne wondered if she was seeing things.
Did she just wink at me?

“This is our third time visiting,” Cassandra said.

“Wow, you must like it a lot,” Champagne slumped back into her seat.

“You have no idea,” Joe said.

“Is it everything they say, sexy, full of surprises, naked people everywhere, people having sex out in the open?”

“Yep. You definitely have to be open-minded.”

Neither Champagne nor Zyair said anything because they thought they were open-minded, but were they really? Would they be able to handle all the nakedness?

As they drove through the streets of Jamaica, the sun was beaming in their faces and Champagne pulled out her shades, put them on, and glanced at the couple that sat beside them.
Freaks?
she wondered.

Zyair wondered if they were swingers, and after looking and listening he knew they were.

“How long before we get there?” Zyair asked the driver.

“About an hour and a half,” he replied.

Champagne glanced at her watch and sighed. They'd only been in the van for fifteen minutes, and it seemed like an hour. She was hungry; tired, thirsty, and in need of a stretch.

Champagne was ready to get out of the van, stretch her legs, breathe, and make sure she was alive. First of all, the driver was speeding along with all the other drivers. In Jamaica they drove on the opposite side of the street, and every couple of miles, there was a sign that would read: OVER 200 PEOPLE KILLED ON THESE ROADS, DRIVE CAREFULLY.

After about the fifth sign, she tapped Zyair on his shoulder and asked him, “Do you see those signs? Can you believe it?”

The driver, overhearing this, said, “Don't worry, pretty lady. I take good care of you, make sure you get there safe.”

Champagne smiled in response. She loved his strong, confident accent.

“Do you think we can stop and get something to drink?” Cassandra asked.

Everyone was in agreement.

“Sure,” the driver replied. “There's a little spot coming up. We'll stop there, get food, drinks, and eat some conch.”

“Conch?” Zyair asked. “What's that?”

“It's what the natives eat, especially the men. Makes them strong, virile, at attention.”

Everyone laughed because they knew what he meant when he said at attention.

“I eat it every day, and I have six kids.”

No one said a word. The last thing either couple wanted was six kids.

A few minutes later, they were pulling up in front of something that looked like a shack on the outside but was a full-fledged dining area on the inside. The ladies sat, while the men went to order their food.

While the men were away, Champagne wanted to hear more about Hedonism, so she asked Cassandra, “Do the people really have sex out in the open?”

“Yeah, girl, you see the more people drink and the later it gets, the more their inhibitions are down. What side are you and your husband staying on?”

“What do you mean what side?”

“The nude, prude, or optional side.”

Champagne laughed. “You mean to tell me that's how they separate the people?”

“Yes, that way no one is insulted or offended, and they don't have to take part in something they don't feel comfortable with.”

Before she could go on, Zyair and Joe appeared with platters of the spiciest aromatic foods.

Champagne could feel her mouth watering. “Where's our driver?” she asked, looking around.

Zyair nodded in the direction the driver was in. “Out back smoking weed with the owner.”

“I don't know if I feel comfortable riding on these dangerous roads with someone that's getting high.”

“They do this every day here,” Joe informed her. “Don't worry about it. It's a part of their lifestyle, their culture. To them marijuana is a cigarette.”

Zyair sat across from Champagne. “Joe was telling me to be aware of the people who try to befriend us in Hedonism.”

Champagne addressed Joe and wondered if it's him and his wife they should be aware of. “Really? Why?”

“Well, first of all, you two are a very attractive couple, and that's make you swinger material.”

“Swinger material?” There was no way in hell Champagne would be swinging with or from anything other than her man's dick.

“A lot of that goes down here. As a matter-of-fact, that's why a lot of people vacation here, to do things they normally wouldn't do.”

“So what you're saying is people just approach you and be like, ‘Let's fuck?'” Zyair asked.

“What they normally do is send the woman over. She'll try to befriend Champagne and maybe invite you out to dinner and for drinks.”

Cassandra picked up from there. “Then she'll ask you if you want to dance, and that's when she'll make her move and try to test the waters, see how close she can get to you, feel you up. She'll say suggestive things, and the next thing you know, everybody is doing the wild thing.”

Zyair was liking what he was hearing. Just the thought of another woman feeling Champagne up and she letting it happen was getting his dick hard. But her being with another man was a definite no-no. He wasn't trying to hear that.

“Oh, hell no!” Champagne declared, “I'm not with any of that.”

Cassandra laughed. “Never say never, girl.”

Just from her saying that, Champagne and Zyair knew they were with “the freakism.”

Back in the van, after eating and having a couple of drinks, everyone fell asleep but not before Zyair whispered in Champagne's ear, “I can't wait to make love to you on the beach.”

As they got closer to the resort, everyone took notice of the tight security at the gated resort. It was like being in a different world. One second they were in the ghetto, the next, in paradise.

They climbed out of the van, and someone came to grab their bags.

Champagne and Cassandra hugged, and Zyair and Joe shook hands.

“We'll see you around,” Joe said as he and Cassandra walked away. “Maybe we can hook up later for drinks or something.”

“That'll be cool,” Zyair replied. There was no doubt about it. They were going to be on the nude side.

Zyair and Champagne found out they were on the optional side. As they were led to their rooms, many of the workers greeted them, telling them, “Enjoy your stay.”

“Wow! Everyone is so nice and courteous here,” Champagne commented.

“They have to be, if they expect everyone to be ass out.”

Together they laughed and entered the room. “There's no TV.” Zyair walked over to pull back the curtains and was caught off guard when he saw a dick swinging left and right and breasts bouncing. “Oh, shit!” he yelled out.

Champagne walked over to see what caused the alarm.

“You think we can do it?” Zyair asked.

“After a whole bottle of something.”

Together they stood and continued looking out the window for a full five minutes.

“You tired?” Zyair asked.

“I'm too excited to be tired. Let's take a quick shower and walk around, see what this place has to offer.”

They found out that it had a lot to offer; and it only took the first night. They met up with Joe and Cassandra, who were sitting with a group of people at the bar, where the women were topless and the men had towels around their waist.

Zyair and Champagne felt a little uneasy but got over it after a few drinks. Champagne wore booty shorts and a skimpy top, something she would never wear out in the open in the States, and Zyair wore swimming trunks. There was no way he was showing his shit.

Everyone was a little tipsy, and someone suggested they go over to the Jacuzzi. Champagne looked over at Zyair, who was drinking more than usual.

“I'm with it, if you are,” he said.

So over to the Jacuzzi they went. There was nakedness everywhere. Zyair looked at Champagne to see if she was uncomfortable. He whispered, “It's up to you.”

“I don't know.” Champagne wasn't sure how she felt about Zyair being around all these naked women and wondered if Zyair was comparing dick sizes.

“Aw, come on, don't be scared,” someone yelled out. “It's nothing. No one even cares. Look around you.”

They did, and no one did care. People were just walking about, drinking, playing volleyball, all naked, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You know what? Fuck it. We're in another part of the world, we don't know anyone here, so why not?” Led by the liquor, Champagne slipped out of her shorts.

Zyair noticed she didn't have any panties on.

She then took her top off and climbed into the Jacuzzi.

Everyone started clapping.

A surprised Zyair followed her lead. While in the Jacuzzi, Zyair tried to take in the sights without making it too obvious.

Champagne caught on and told him, “It's okay. You can look.”

The couple right next to them started kissing. There was nothing wrong with it. It just caught them off guard, but it became something when the woman straddled the man and rode him right in front of everyone.

Feeling more than a slight uneasiness, neither Zyair nor Champagne knew how to react. Do they watch? Do they turn away? Do they say something? They decided to do what everyone was doing—Ignore it, and act nonchalant, laid back, and indifferent, as if it didn't matter one way or the other.

They continued to drink and chat with a couple across from them. That didn't last too much longer because, right in the middle of their discussion, the man sat up on the edge of the Jacuzzi and his mate started sucking his dick.

Unable to control himself, Zyair told Champagne, “I'm ready to go to our room.”

She couldn't agree more. Standing up and feeling overexposed once again, this time nipple protruding and sexual energy racing through her body, she started to climb over the edge.

Zyair pulled her down. “I need a few seconds.”

She took that to mean, his dick is hard and he doesn't want everyone to see.

After a brief moment, they climbed out of the Jacuzzi and somehow made it to their room without attacking one another.

They never made it to the bed, though, because when they stepped through the door, Champagne told Zyair, “Fuck me.” She'd been wanting to tell him that as soon as she saw that lady straddle her man.

Champagne let out a low and deep moan. She was close to an orgasm, a sensation she'd been wanting. Zyair didn't know that she had already began playing with her pussy under the pressure of the water, so when he said he was ready to go, she was with it.

Taking his hand and leading him over to the dresser closest to the door, she leaned over, and took her fingers and spread her pussy wide open from behind.

Savoring the moment, Zyair stood with a gleam in his eyes. Loving her aggressiveness, he stepped closer, grabbed her ass cheeks, and entered her with force.

“Shit!” Champagne cried out. She wasn't expecting that. She thought he would try to tease her, but she enjoyed this just the same.

Slowly leaving the walls of her wetness, he pulled back and entered her with force again. “Ummmm . . . I like that.”

He knew she would, but then he decided to take it down a notch and slide in and out a little at a time, driving her crazy.

“Didn't I tell you to fuck me?” She wanted it fast and furious. “Come on, Zyair, do it like you mean it.”

Zyair gave her just what she wanted. A hard, intense fuck. He grabbed onto her waist and pulled her hips toward him, forcing himself deeper and deeper inside her with each thrust.

Either it was Champagne's imagination, or his dick was thicker, longer, and stronger. Her moans were growing louder and louder.