“We don’t even have girlfriends,” I say. “Mostly because we’re always working.”
“We do have fun during our time off, though,” Dante says.
“That’s good,” Lorraine says. “I probably got married too young, so I’d recommend waiting.”
There’s pain in her eyes, and my dick helpfully suggests what I could do to soothe her hurt. It has excellent ideas, though I can’t yet tell if she’d be up for it.
Dante, who’s on her left, briefly touches Lorraine’s arm. “You don’t look like you’re old enough to have been married for twelve years. Did you get married in high school?”
She glances down at his hand before answering. “Not quite, but right after college.”
“Guy must be a fool,” I mumble too loudly, not initially intending to say it aloud.
“It takes two,” she says. Now it’s sadness that crosses her features, and I kick myself. It’s obviously all very fresh, and the wound is probably raw. I can’t imagine what it must be like, being with the same partner for over a decade, but I’m sure the split hurts, no matter the circumstances.
A surge of heat rises in my chest, and I realize it’s anger toward this unknown guy. I stand behind my assumption that he must be an asshole to have hurt her.
“You probably need to get to your next house,” Lorraine says, rising to her feet even though we just sat down.
I kick myself a few more times for good measure, and wish I’d kept my mouth shut.
Darian says, “Next time we see you, we’ll tell you about all those closet skeletons we have,” and I’m grateful when his joke makes her smile.
8
Lorraine
I should go make myself something to eat, but cooking for one is a drag, and I’m getting tired of the microwave meals in my freezer. My work day ended almost an hour ago, but I’m still sitting at my computer, though I did take off my bra to make myself comfortable. I’d work all day without a bra, but you never know when someone on my team will want a video conference call.
I also have a glass of wine by my side, something I abstain from during work hours, though some days I’m tempted.
I’m checking my personal email, doing a little casual shopping, and somehow, inexplicably, I end up on the Club Red website. It’s all red, just like the place itself, and I’m instantly transported back to that room, where I watched first the twins, and then all four of the men, dazzle the audience.
Who am I kidding? They dazzled me, much as I thought it wasn’t possible.
There are pictures of the dancers on one of the pages. Most business sites would only show people’s headshots, but considering what they’re advertising, there are full-body images of all of the men.
The pictures of my four landscapers don’t fully do them justice, but they are nice pictures. Very nice. Dante and Darian are together in their photo, holding identical stances, hands on their hips, muscles flexed. Their bodies are impressive, but I’m drawn to the warmth in their eyes and the hint of a mirror-image grin on their lips.
Leo’s seated on a chair in his shot, making it clear that there’s room for the viewer to come and sit on his lap, or at least that’s what I imagine when I see it. I study Troy’s picture the longest. His good looks and smooth dance moves grabbed my attention the night of the show, but he’s a mystery to me, because outside of specific conversations about plants, I’ve hardly heard him say two words when he’s here. I can’t tell if he’s shy or disinterested.
On another page of the club’s site, I find a video. There are too many quick cut edits in it, when I’d rather linger on some performances, but it’s still good viewing. I’m on my second replay when my hand finds itself slipping into the loose-fitting pajama shorts I’m wearing.
I spot all four of the men in the video. They stand out to me, just like they did when I saw them live on stage. The other dancers may as well not even be there, though I still can’t put my finger on exactly what it is about these four.
Another replay, and my finger dips into the wetness that has already pooled at my center. In one part of the video, Leo is in a plank position and simulates thrusting, though there’s no one beneath him. He rolls his hips, and every muscle in his body works in beautiful coordination. My pussy throbs, and I find my clit.
Am I really doing this? Am I really going to get myself off while watching these young men flaunt their bodies and tease the audience? I feel like a fool, but I don’t stop.
I don’t stop until my doorbell rings.
Damn. I wipe my finger on my underwear and hastily shut down the website as if I’ve been watching porn. I may as well have been.