This was not his first party like this. To the point that Benson was perfectly aware of how he came off and how he watched the others having their fun, sometimes with strangers, sometimes with people they had already fooled around with that weekend.
Because, while the orgy that marked the finale of another season at La Mariposa was meant to keep people coming and going for hours, it was also an excuse to socialize and have some drinks in an erotic atmosphere. The nightclub had been transformed. Last night, there had been a sweaty dance party with sex in the back rooms, but tonight, the whole room had been opened up. As soon as Benson discreetly checked in and received his mask, which he reluctantly donned on his face, he scoped out the lay of the land. Subtle lights, sensual electronic music, and hostesses clad in black from head to toe created an atmosphere that welcomed guests to get drinks at the fullystocked bar, where they could either enjoy them at bistro tables – currently staffed with naked Butterflies in only white masks – or on one of the couches against the walls.
Farther back, as he discovered while making his lap, the zone affectionately called “stranger danger” by regular guests was empty. The party wasn’t in full swing yet.
There were so many naked women there already that Benson struggled to recognize Brim among all of the beautiful breasts, fantastic asses, and dew-touched skin that was barely illuminated under the low lights. All of the Butterflies wore identical masks to make it more obvious who was available and who was working in a non-sexual capacity. And, damnit, Benson should haveknownBrim immediately. Unless she wasn’t there. But she had said she would be… unless someone asked for her in their room that night…
Benson tried not to think about it.If the last thing I do with her is come on her face…He ordered a drink from a redheaded bartender who wore a black corset and not much else. After adding it and her tip to his room, he went into the middle of the space and sat on an empty couch. Already, some of the other guests – many of whom only wore shorts or pants, or nothing at all, honestly – approached the available Butterflies. Some of them clearly knew each other already, and some beelined for the unknown. Still, he did not see Brim.
The party would be underway soon. In about fifteen minutes, there would be people having sex all around him, and he would be cajoled to join in. And, damnit, this was exactly his kind of mood when he was into it.Brim read me to filth earlier.She recognized him as a deviant who liked sharing his partner with other men, as long as it was acknowledged thathewas still the center of attention.Almost ruined my life once.No, not with Sydney, who had never been into it, despite how many timesshe tried to claim otherwise while they had awkward threesomes that somehow left Benson feeling guilty.
She had never truly understood this part of his nature, and it was something he had sidelined to keep their marriage afloat. Until it wasn’t worth it anymore.
It wasn’t what ended our marriage.Benson could handle monogamy just fine if that was what his beloved coveted. There had been other problems in his marriage.
But he was long divorced. Since then, there had been other serious relationships, all with people who enjoyed this part of him. He made sure of it.
Yet it still almost ruined my life.
“Hey.” A nude woman sauntered up to him, already on patrol to get him fully undressed. “I’ve seen you around, stud. But I don’t think we’ve made our acquaintanceship yet.” She leaned against the back of the couch, her nudity nearly pressing up against him. “I’m Monarch. We should get to know each other tonight.”
Yes, he knew her. He recognized her from other seasons at La Mariposa.We are both frequent flyers, aren’t we?But Benson had never intimately known her, outside of seeing what she got up to around the island. She wasn’t his type.No, not because she’s clearly my age, if not older.Monarch was a more extreme version of what he liked in a woman – she wantedeveryoneat least once. A “cock collector,” as one of his old friends had quipped when they were here at the same time.
He let her flirt with him, even going as far as having her hand rest on his chest. She smelled like freshly washed hair and perfume, two signs that she had beenbusythat afternoon and washed up in between her afternoon liaison and the party.I know another woman who was very busy today.That wasn’t Benson’s issue. Perhaps he was saving himself.
“I’m just taking it in right now,” he told her, hoping it would politely send her elsewhere. There were more Butterflies than guests at the party, so he had his pick if Brim never showed up.She told me I should. As long as I promised to think of her.He could do that.Think of her the whole time I’m with someone else, I mean.As long as she promised to do the same, wherever she was. “I appreciate the offer for company, though.”
When Monarch moved, it wasn’t to leave the couch. Instead, she hoisted herself up, her chest in his face. “At least let me give you a lap dance first. Even if you don’t wantme,sugar, I can at least get you ready to party. Because we are going to party in here tonight, so help me.”
I’m sure you’re all about the orgy.She screamed it from her sinew. Any other time, and he might finally take her up on it. But…
As she gyrated over his lap, doing her best to entice him to touch her, another woman entered the room. A woman with beautiful dark locks and a curvy ass sculpted by God.
Brim.
She was looking around the room. For him? Because, as Benson astutely noticed, some of the other guys now had their eyes on naked Brim as she sultrily stalked the couch-infested room looking for a good time. Already, a couple of other Butterflies enticed three guests to go farther back into the club with them. The intention was obvious.It’s orgy time.
And Brim was prime pickings.
“Sorry.” Benson gently escorted Monarch to the side of the couch. “Maybe later.”
“Oh. All right.” As if to prove a point, Monarch leaned over the arm of the couch, her pussy right in his line of sight. She used the opportunity to wave down someone she knew. As loud flirtations filled the air, Benson looked for Brim again.
She was sitting right next to him.
“You found me,” he said, attempting to ignore the other woman who smelled like shampoo and Chanel No. 5. “Wasn’t sure you’d be here.”
“I was late.” Brim adjusted her lacy white mask.Hope that doesn’t get in the way of a pretty Butterfly sucking me off.He supposed he would find out. “Almost got into trouble.”
“And why were you late?” he asked.
She shrugged, coquettish. Now they werebothignoring Monarch’s shenanigans as she pulled over a guest and rubbed the front of his boxers.Take it to another couch, please.Benson only had eyes for Brim… and what he had in mind as her date at this party.
“I had to recover, okay?” Her hand was on his thigh, lightly massaging his flesh. “There’s been a lot of, uh,attentionthis weekend, let alone today. I had to take a nap, and I overslept. I haven’t even had dinner.”
“But you need your strength for this party.” He leaned in, almost missing how Monarch’s leg kicked back and nearly landed her foot on his balls.Well, she’s busy.Any other night, and Benson would love to watch a Butterfly blow a guy right next to him, but he wanted his eyes on Brim and no one else. “You’re going to take more than one cock tonight, aren’t you?”
She slightly smiled in surprise. “I am?”
