Ecstasy (9 page)

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Jennifer
and Carl were already at the hotel when Monica made her way into the lobby. The
front desk checked them into their room and Craig settled in a lazy chair with
his laptop in front of him.

"Baby,
look. The conference starts about
2
pm
and I've gotta go
downstairs to meet Carl and his intern beforehand. So, you do what you need to
do and I'll come and get you about
7
pm
after the conference. We'll
have a small party after it and I want you to come."

"Ok,
angel," he agreed as obediently as he could and settled into his thoughts.
Monica closed the door behind her, but Craig was already too absorbed in his
work to have paid attention to it.

His
entire education was built around his character and it was in his very
character to be an engineer. He was one of the best consulting and proving
engineers in the oil business and his experience was vast despite his young
age. Craig was driven by the need to know and he knew he needed to know. It
wasn't just the job. It was his natural curiosity about things and it was his
desire to know the 'temporarily unexplained', as he would call things that were
not yet clear to others or even himself.

So,
it was a lot more strange to him than to others to find an oil company give up
a perfectly good proven ground and all that on a swap, nonetheless. It just
didn't add up.

His
sense told him there was something at play that didn't correspond to 'business
as usual' and the more he looked at the contract, the more curious he became.
He felt the answer had to rest with some new discovery, something that he was
missing.

'Perhaps
BP discovered the ground to be a lot less rich than it was first thought. But
then they'd have to disclose that in the swap contract, if indeed that was the
case. Man, I just don't know,' he wondered alone.

He
scribbled a note on a piece of paper, put a question mark by it and was about
to go on to another file when his cell buzzed on the desk.

"Hey,
Craig! How are you?"

"Oh,
hello Lisa! Gooood! Very good! How about you?"

"I
am wonderful, thanks! Craig, listen, I am looking at some documents that were
birthed by some engineer somewhere and I can assure you I don't know what the
hell I am looking for. It might as well be Chinese for all that matters. Can
you please help me read these things?"

Craig,
always the rational man, could not make sense of her demand. Yet he knew Lisa
was Monica's coworker and he even offered his expertise to CNN a few times
before. He began to regret both.

"Well,
first, what are you looking for in this documents, Lisa? In other words, what
exactly are you searching for, or why are you trying to read them?" He
tried to spare her any embarrassing scenario and protect her professional
feelings at once.

"Well,
hmmm, you got a point there. It's nothing in particular that I am looking for,
but I'd know it if I saw it."

"Well,
ok, if you want me to, I can take a look at the docs and kind of 'translate'
them for you. Go ahead and email them to me, please."

"Oh,
unfortunately I can't do that, Craig, because if I do I'd be revealing their
source. That wouldn't be right and I am sure you understand."

'So,
you want me to help you read something without being able to read it myself,'
he muttered to himself, but maintained his composure.

"I
understand. However, I am not really sure how to help then."

"Well,
yeah you are right. I got an idea. I guess this would help. What the hell is a
2-butoxyy... ethan..? Hell, I can't even pronounce it! What is this stuff,
anyway?"

"You
mean 2-Butoxy Ethanol?"

"Riiiight,
Craig! What is this stuff?"

"In
the oil industry the 2-BE is the main component in Corexit, which is an oil
dispersant. It's also highly carcinogenic and you should not be around
it."

"Corexit!
I remember seeing that name couple of times in some other documents from the
same source! What kind of oil dispersion are we talking about here? I mean, how
big of an area?"

"It's
not so much the 'area' as it is what kind of area. Corexit was used during the
Deepwater Horizon spill to control the flow of the gushing oil, for example.
It's bad stuff. Stay away from it."

"I
see! That makes a lot more sense. Thanks, Craig!"

"Don't
mention it. See ya soon."

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 The
party idea was all Carl's. It wasn't an actual party as it was a small
get-together, but since most of the folks lived in
Sacramento
nobody wanted to stay too long after the conference. After
all, they'd have to be back at it in the morning. Soon, Carl, Jennifer, Craig
and Monica were the only four left from the party and Carl suggested they might
as well enjoy the indoor jacuzzi. As the conference proved very lucrative, the
hotel made sure there were plenty of drinks serviced by the jacuzzi.

"Ok,
then, guys, I am going to go to my room to change," Jennifer quipped.

"Yeah,
we all need to go change. The night's too young to waste it in a hotel
room," agreed Monica. "Let's meet down here in about 20
minutes." She glanced at Craig, wishing to make sure he was ok with it.
She knew the shape he was in, but had no doubts he could handle it. He seemed
ok and she smiled at him.

"Ok,
guys, it's a game-plan then. See you shortly," agreed Carl and followed
Jennifer. His room was conveniently right next to her, although he didn't
arrange it that way. He wondered how that happened, but he trusted Jennifer's
ability to handle the logistics of the rooms.

Monica
emerged from the bathroom in the two-piece bath suit Craig got for her some
time before. It fit her just as perfectly now as it did back then. She looked
at his face, then at his body and wondered how all that beauty of a manhood be
so shy and so timid at times with his own 'stuff'.

"Are
you ready? You think you can handle it?" she asked him as she embraced him
for a quick kiss.

"I
may not handle it that well if you keep rubbing against me like this. After
all, you can't tell me you've forgotten the last four nights."

"Oh,
yes, I know dear," and she pressed herself against him even more.
"But you'll be ok. You'll see."

"I
hope so. Let's go."

Carl
was already in the jacuzzi with a drink in his hand. He seemed serene and at
peace with the world and Craig actually thought this might be good. The two of
them went back all the way to college and they met through Monica and Craig
still remembered that Carl found Monica hot at one time or another. And for a
good reason. Yet the guy was a true gentleman; he backed off once Monica
started dating Craig and he was forever grateful. The evening was promising
after all.

Monica
and Craig made their way in the jacuzzi when Jennifer walked through the door.
Whatever thoughts Craig might have had of a quiet evening, they all dissipated
in the steam of the room.

Craig
met Jenny before and he remembered her being sexy, but he never envisioned the
perfection of her body. She had the curves he desired in a woman and they were
just like Monica's except a few years younger. Her blonde long hair flowed over
her right shoulder almost to her hips and her walk was divine. Craig couldn't believe
his eyes and felt a bit embarrassed as well as aroused by her beauty. It was
stunning and he counted his blessings for the steaming water of the jacuzzi he
was in.

"Hello,
Jenny," Carl broke the ice. Monica glanced smilingly at Craig to his
surprise. He felt even more taken aback by her smile and tried to justify it to
himself.

"That
was a good presentation you made today. Not only it's a good idea, but the
folks here liked it, Jennifer," Monica congratulated her.

"Thank
you!" Jennifer responded candidly.

"Indeed
it was," seconded Carl.

"How
did you come up with the idea, Jennifer?"

"Oh,
please call me Jenny. Well, I was looking at some European countries and their
sexual satisfaction indexes and I wondered why there was such a difference
between us and them."

"'
Sexual
satisfaction indexes
'?" asked Craig curiously.

"Yeap.
And it just didn't make much sense, so I started putting things together. It
was then that I realized we can do these things here."

"What
things?" intervened Craig again. "Mind you, I am out of all this.
Nobody told me anything." Jennifer looked inquisitively at Monica and was
not sure what to say.

"Dear,
Jenny has an idea of bringing sex-park festivals to the Bay area," Monica
enlightened Craig.

He
took a sip from his drink and wondered if he heard her right.

"
Sex-park
festivals?" he repeated mechanically.

"Yes
and it seems like it would catch with some folks around here," intervened
Carl.

"Ok,
please do explain," asked Craig.

Monica,
Jennifer and Carl looked at each other and smiled while Craig looked puzzled.

"Well,
ok. People like to have sex. They do and they will, no matter what the
conservatives or the church will have you believe. The question here is why not
profit from it? We should and it would be a good thing for everyone around."

"How?"

"First,
let's be honest with ourselves. We like more than one partner. We really do.
This idea that we are monogamous is nothing more than a concoction society has
come up with some long time ago to justify social coexistence in the family life."

"Are
you saying family is not important?"

"No,
that's not what I am saying at all. I am saying that married or not, we desire
more than one sexual partner and in general that's a good thing."

"Please
explain that to me." Craig asked intrigued.

"Surely
one doesn't need another girl to appreciate the one he has, but another girl
would put the first one in a different light, wouldn't you agree?"

"You
mean, I'd look at Monica differently if I had a part-time girlfriend?"

"Or
a part-time fuck buddy. Yes. I believe so."

"I
don't know about all that now," disagreed Craig hesitantly.

Monica
held on to her drink and enjoyed the warm water, but didn't miss a single word.
She knew Craig to be honest with himself and she knew that if Jennifer made her
argument right, he'd concede.

"Consider
this," continued Jennifer. "Couples sometimes have disagreements and
these disagreements reflect in their sexual lives, unless of course they have
some pre-arranged mechanism in place to avoid them. Most people don't."

"Now,
I do agree with it. And sometimes these disagreements even start in the
bedroom. But what does it have with a sex-park? What is so special about that
park that I could do with my sex partner there that I couldn't do home? In
other words, if a couple has problems home, they are certainly going to have
problems at the park, too!" asked Craig.

"But
the park wouldn't necessarily be for the two of you. It would be a place where
people would go to solve these problems out in the open with other people who
can teach them how to get over them."

Craig
was sure he didn't understand.

"What
do you mean 'in the open'?"

"Well,
the whole park would be a public display of sexual experiences."

"Ah,
whoa! That's incredible! You mean, fuck in the open?"

"Yes
and here's how," Jennifer agreed and began to explain her idea. Soon,
Craig was mesmerized by her words and the drink made things even more
appealing. His mind agreed with her more and more and his body certainly didn't
deny the need for just that kind of a park. She was right.

"What
do you guys say the four of us go to our suite? We can be more relaxed there.
This water is getting too much for me," asked Monica.

Carl
looked at Jennifer and stretched his hand toward her.

"I
agree. Jenny?"

"I
am game. How about it, Craig?"

He
hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say. Unsuspecting of anything, he
decided there was nothing to loose.

"Sure,
why not?" he agreed finally.

The
night was about to get a lot more interesting than he could have thought.

Her
room was peaceful and quiet and she loved it that way. She was lying in bed in
her negligee and tried to read the story in the magazine. Playgirl was not
exactly her kind of thing, but it gave her some ideas and she liked them. She
remembered the older edition with Brad Pitt's face on the cover of the magazine
that got her hooked on reading it every so often. It was her occasional escape
and she enjoyed it.

She
scanned the faces of few of the boys and she made couple of mental notes. 'I
wouldn't mind this guy. He's quite the animal. He looks the part.
Authentically
.
Authenticity is sexy, no matter what it looks like,' she commented out loud.

Her
thoughts were getting more profound about sex and she began to wonder about
guys
.
Men
. Men who could take her body and do something with it! Something she
liked and wanted.

'Really,
sometimes guys fail to see the very thing under their own noses. Don't they
understand that girls want orgasms, too? That we are just like them but...just
a little different? If they only knew about
our
fantasies! We can dream
an orgasm and have it at the same time and it's one of the best I've ever had!
Oh, gosh, that is soooo true!'

Slowly,
her eyelids got heavy and the magazine slipped out of her hand. Softly, she
fell asleep.

She
came across an abandoned mountain guesthouse and didn't see a soul in sight.
There were nothing but trees and rocks around the house. The thin see-through
satin dress proved too much in the heat of the day. The house seemed like an
inviting quick get-away from the summer heat and she opened the front door.

Suddenly
someone grabbed her from behind and covered her head with a linen. She couldn't
see anything and she could hardly struggle. The hands that touched seemed
amazingly soft and gave her a sense of security.

She
felt dragged somewhere and finally the linen came off her head. The room around
her sported a fireplace and she spotted a beautiful blonde woman in a corner.
Her confidence faltered a little and she felt a tinge of wetness arousing in
her groin as she looked at the woman's breasts.

"What
do you want with me? Why are you doing this?" she asked. The beautiful
woman walked slowly to her and put her right index to her lips.

"Ssh,"
she said and lowered her head to kiss her lips. She tried to move her head, but
a handsome naked man appeared from nowhere and grabbed a hold of her head to
stop it from turning. She was shocked by his hugely erected cock.

"You're
under our spells now," the man said and then turned to the beautiful
woman.

"Play
with her," he said to the woman.

The
beautiful woman smiled at the man and her right hand went up underneath her
nightie slowly and when she reached her pussy, she smiled even more at how wet
she found it.

Their
beauty was mesmerizing and the man began stroking his cock. The beautiful woman
played with her clit so well that she let out a moan and began to drip wet on
her thighs.

The
woman untied her hands and put her on the table where she and the man began
caressing and kissing her body. They kissed her collarbone, nipples, breasts
and stomach. The woman smiled at her as she spread her legs on the table and
the man positioned his body there.

With
a smooth move he lowered himself inside her legs and entered inside her. She
gasped with pleasure as her body was climbing to full ecstasy and pleasure. She
bit her lower lip and her face seemed to entice the man even more, because his
thrusts got faster and the rhythm harder. She felt his erection playing her
inner depths with lovely finesse, and his fuckthrusts made her curl her toes.

The
woman kept kissing the sides of her body as the handsome man was thrusting her
more and more. Her breaths increased and soon she was moaning out loud. Her
body trembled as she climaxed from the slidings of his cock and that seem to
give him even more impetus. A few seconds later, he cried out as orgasmed deep
inside her and with his last remaining strength he pulled out. The beautiful
woman kneeled before him and generously offered her breasts for the river of
jizz that ejaculated from his cock. Her right hand stroke her clit while her
left index played with his sperm. She took a little of it in her mouth and
smiled, then leaned over for a kiss and a swap.

Her
body shuddered awake from her multiple sleepgasms and she looked around. Her
bed was empty and she was soaked and the sweat dripped from her brow. She felt
hot and a torrent of heat waves engulfed her body. There seemed to be no relief
from the heat and she finally decided to take a shower. 'Oh, gosh, what a
dream. I'd masturbate to it every day. I'll go crazy if I have more dreams like
this. One of them must become reality soon. And guys think we can't have an
orgasm in our sleep. 'Poor them,' she reflected to herself.