EVERLEE – VOLITUS, VOLITUS, VOLITUS!
It’sbeenafewdays since our trip to the sex club. We stayed the night and left the next morning around five, which made for a long workday. It just felt… weird. To go from the sex club life, seeing all the kinks and masks, and… everything. To just flipping a switch and coming back to my normal corporate nine to five. Part of me wants to walk away from it and fully immerse myself in that environment, but that’s weird. Right?
I don’t hate my job, but there’s just something that seems so different there. A level of love, acceptance, exploration.
And with =D=N and Infernus, those rates were crazy. To have that kind of money to spend on sex club memberships means they have to have a lot more money, which means they are likely to have some very high-paying jobs.
Do I walk around the office now and look at all the executives who are making half a million or more a year and wonder…
Yes. Yes, I do.
Do I also have this game called match the kink?
Yes. Yes, I do.
Lizzy wanted to meet the day after, but our schedules haven’t lined up, which, as anyone can guess, is driving her absolutely crazy. I’m honestly surprised she hasn’t shown up on my doorstep pounding it down, but she’s been fairly busy on her own with a couple of dinners with Tony and some wedding planning stuff. Some vendors are making her pick a date and I’m fairly certain she’s floating June ninth, which makes my heart sing.
The one night she had free, I had a meeting with the guys and the lawyers to go over final numbers for the offer they have plans to present tomorrow. I thought it was weird to do business on a Saturday, but they all play in a different field than I’m used to. They’re playing the World Cup and I’m trying to find a baseball.
Callum’s taken the lead on most of the financials for this project and has been meeting with the guy’s lawyers and accountants all week to dig through business records and make sure everything looks good. Last night, Callum walked us through the offer and everyone seemed on board, which is exciting.
The guys seem to be a little concerned I’m going to have issues with them owning a sex club. While Callum had initially offered for me to be a part of it, I thought it best to just let the boys own it. It’s not about the long-term commitment and what not, but it just felt weird to not be contributing anything financially to the deal, but to reap the benefits. I mean, they’ve already given me a house and four cocks. A girl cannot be too greedy.
Lizzy is coming over tonight and the guys asked that I hold off on discussing Allure, well, the potential ownership of it. Obviously she’s going to ask me all about being there since she saw me, but there are bets on if she will approach it per the rules and guidelines or if she will lose her shit and forget or ignore them. All the guys think the latter, but I bet them she will say the magic word.
The doorbell rings at ten after six. Before the door is even fully open, she’s yelling “Volitus, Volitus, Volitus!” and pushing her way in.
I step back a few inches so I’m not mauled by the overactive Lizzy that’s barreling through the door. “Good evening to you. Volitus,” I respond. Saying the word makes me feel a little like a badass or like I’m part of some secret society. I guess I kind of am, which, again, makes me almost too hot to trot.
She fully walks into the house and then grabs her arms. “Jesus fuck Everlee! It’s colder than a witch's titties in a brass bra in here! What is your thermostat set to?”
“Oh sorry. I was cleaning and got hot. I think it’s set to like sixty something.”
“Well, not sixty-nine. My skin can tell when it’s sixty-nine. Like a seventh sense.”
“Don’t you mean sixth?”
“No. My sixth, aka my sexth, is knowing when you’ve got some. Although, I think you’re trying to overload the sensor because it’s always pinging lately.” She bats her hand, “But that’s neither here nor there. Tell me all about Allure!” She walks into the kitchen and starts rifling through the cabinets and fridge, pulling out glasses, juices, and liquor.
“Is there something I can help you with?” I love how she makes herself at home. It’s been a long time since we were roommates and while I loved it, she was intense. I had moved out of her place when I thought I was taking things to the next level with Rich and then when that didn’t work out, I just thought it was a good idea to have my own place. She was always going out, and I needed time to decompress and just focus on me and what I wanted.
She fixes us each a drink, then hands me the glass and walks past me, opening the French doors to the patio. “Oh, we are definitely talking out here. It’s like a freaking ice box in there.”
We talk about all things Allure, then order some sushi and talk some more. I can’t remember the last time we talked this much. It’s nice. Probably the nicest part is that we aren’t talking in a crowded restaurant and I didn’t have a permanent blush on my face from all the inappropriate words or hand gestures she’d be making.
“So, when are you going to move in with the boys? Like officially?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re always over there. I can tell because you hardly have anything in your house. You still haven’t decorated it and it’s been almost two months.”
“I’ve been busy.”
She throws her head back, laughing. “Yea. Busy fucking. Which doesn’t count. I mean yes, but no. The problem is that you have been spending all your time over there. Tell me. When was the last time you slept in your own bed?”
I stuffed the second to last piece of sushi in my mouth.
“Ex-ash-ly. You haven’t.”
