This time she'd remained calm. Sliding her phone into her purse, she locked it into the bottom drawer of her desk before going to join Ris and Dynah for lunch in the breakroom. Her boss was going to be out of the office until the following Monday, and she’d have ample time to finish her minor assignments and then work on her own portfolio. She’d answered an email from her grandmother, and had agreed to help with a last-minute meeting set-up for the Ladies’ Club the following night. Her afternoon was spent in the drafting room, assisting on a branding project for a new pharmaceutical business, and she completed the majority of the meager work her boss had left her. When she’d finally returned to her desk, Silva retrieved the tucked-away phone. Sure enough, his second text had come only fifteen minutes prior. At long last, she thought, rolling her eyes with a smile, she was learning.
It's at a club in the city near your work. Do you want to go with me?
It was not near her work, not at all, but Tate had never heard of Cambric Creek and refused to acknowledge it existed.
You’re not supposed to be trying to get out of spending time with your friends!she tapped out with a smile, feeling her heart swelling, inflating like a balloon, in danger of lifting her toes from the ground as she bounced in excitement. She’d met his talkative friend Ainsley several times at that point, always exuberant and cheerful, but being invited to a party seemed significant. A closed gathering, his social circle, a public declaration that she was the elf at his side, a step away from the afternoon tea engagement announcement in her daydreams.Yes, she typed.Just tell me when and where. I’d love to go.
♥ ♥ ♥
Ris
––––––––
When he texted herwith the party's invitation, Ris didn't hesitate for a moment.
She had never been to a sex party before, and the thought of crossing the experience off her bucket list — and doing so with him at her side — was too good to pass up. After all, the only way to find out if she was into something was to try it, she thought, and she could think of no one else she would rather experiment with.
The event was invitation-only, hosted by a werewolf couple in a house they kept purely for the purpose of these soirées, which they hosted regularly. She knew there was a swingers club or two in Bridgeton, and knew that Cambric Creek had its own lifestyle scene, but she'd never indulged in either locale. The idea of visiting a sex club in the city by herself made her nervous and did not seem especially safe, and the thought of playing with a married couple right there in her own small town seemed even less so. There would be no way to look her accountant in the eye if she sucked on the ogre’s fat testicles; no way to smile and thank the checkout cashier at the grocery store if she'd already watched the girl being double penetrated by the lizard man who ran the hardware store; no way to ever enjoy her dentist's banter before teeth cleanings if she let him lick her cunt in a roomful of strangers. Elves had an adage about not pissing in one's own flower bed, and while she wouldn’t say no to those scenarios under different circumstances, she thought it was a very wise sentiment.
Thiswas different. The thought of going on such an adventure with Ainsley felt thrilling, a fun couple’s activity with low odds she’d regret it the next morning, and she was eager to put this new kink to the test.
The house was on the far side of Starling Heights, and they agreed to meet in Greenbridge Glen, where the orc resort was located. She would leave her car on the resort grounds and he would pick her up there, driving to the party together; a plan that made her feel safe and secure.
"We need to decide our strategy before we get there," he said decisively that night, moments before shoving a handful of nachos in his mouth. The little cantina was just up the block from his apartment, and she’d grown enamored of the prickly pear margaritas they served, as well as the avocado and salsa-heaped nachos. "Are we only going to watch this time? Are we going to get in on the action?"
"Are we going to play with other people, or just each other?"
He nodded vehemently at her question, gesticulating wildly until he had chewed and swallowed.
"Yes, exactly! Stuff like that. We need to go in with a plan, and then stick to it. It's too easy to feed into the mob mentality when you're there, and then we'll both wind up doing something we regret."
She wondered if that was a good way of thinking about her first experience at the orc resort. The idea of the public orgy had sounded fun in theory, but in practice, the experience had left much to be desired, and she wondered if she had set a game plan for herself beyond the vague notion of getting laid, she might've enjoyed her time at that bonfire party more.And if he'd been there, but he was too busy jerking off in the bushes.
"I say we scope the place out for a bit. Let's stick together, no separating. And since this is our very first time, I think I'd feel more comfortable only playing with you. We can leave the door open for something else to happen, but only if we both absolutely consent, and there’s no pressure to say no. We don’t know these people, we don’t owe them anything. So if someone wants to pee on you, you can say no, even if I think that might be kinda hot."
He smiled broadly, that big smile that touched every corner of his face, the one she loved, and she giggled. "I appreciate the permission to say no to being marked by some werewolf. That sounds like a perfect plan to me, Nanaya."
