Chapter 10 / The Little Giant

CHAPTER 10

The Little Giant

It’s about 8:15 in the morning and Jackie and I have been chatting with Stacy for a few minutes as Richard slowly approaches.  Kahana is on line in Starbucks getting his coffee and Stacy’s. Stacy and Kahana are now living together. Kahana and Stacy were spending so much time together; there was no need for Kahana to maintain an apartment.  Since they started living together, Stacy does not wait on line for coffee at Starbucks. That is Kahana’s role in the morning.  Kahana generally arrives about two to five minutes before Stacy each morning as his car is in the driveway of the townhouse and Stacy’s Porsche is parked in the garage.   Kahana gets to Starbucks, hands me the newspaper and then goes to wait on line for their coffee. When Stacy arrives, the coffee is there waiting.  Timing does not always work as Bobby the barista has the line backed up often.

Richard approaches cigarette in hand as usual.   He is dressed in golf attire.   He has a golf shirt, a sweater vest, his chinos and loafers.  In typical fashion Richard sneaks up behind Jackie and gives her a kiss on neck. It is a kiss that he does not give to any other of our group, except Tammy.  And, we have not seen Tammy for some time now.

After he finishes his kiss Richard puts his hands on Jackie’s shoulders and gives his patented 30 second massage.  This short, middle aged man with grey hair and a cuddly appearance needs to lift his arms high to massage Jackie’s shoulders as she sits.  His hands and fingers are bigger and fatter than his size would suggest.  At barely 5’5, he is a good three or four inches shorter than Jackie.  Jackie closes her eyes for a brief moment as she enjoys the massage treatment.  

Richard then steps back and stands there for a moment to hear the topic of conversation or to draw additional attention to himself.   Jackie asks Richard if he is playing golf today.  “No, but I might hit some balls later”. He says.  Richard is an avid golfer among other things.

Richard makes his own hours at the brokerage firm as he is senior and manages a small book of business for private clients.  If he does not have a meeting or a conference call about some new stock issue coming to the firm, he is usually just watching the market to protect his client’s investments. Richard never loses money for his clients. At least that is what we are told. Whether the market is up or down, Richard knows how to create a return on the investment.  Richard is an expert on most businesses.  He looks forward to the time when he will be invited to be a guest speaker at a conference to share his vast knowledge and experience.

We do invite Richard to come to many of our evening get togethers with Terrie, his girlfriend. Most times he declines or says he will get back to us, and never does.  He stops by Rocco's on occassion but never on a Wednesday night.

Richard asks “does anyone want anything inside?”  “Kahana is already on line” Stacy responds.

Richard holds the door for an attractive blonde woman in business attire, and walks in behind her.  Richard has several people in front of him on line. He proceeds to strike up a conversation with the attractive woman.   The woman is about two or three inches taller than Richard and probably ten or fifteen years younger.   The casual banter between Richard and the blonde continues even after they purchase their coffee and are at the condiments counter to get cream and sugar.

When Richard returns, I ask “did you get a telephone number or a date?”  Richard responds, “no, she works in my building. I had asked her out before and was turned down”.   Richard adds that “she has some serious issues.  Why else would she turn me down?”

Richard is still dating Terrie and is very close with Terrie’s children as well.  Nevertheless, he has his wandering eyes and is a flirt.  Richard has a very healthy self-esteem. He has no problem going approaching any woman and striking up a conversation.  No one is out of Richard’s league.  While most turn him down or decline an invitation for a date.

Richard is selective. He will not date someone if he knows the guy the woman dated had before.  It’s the “sloppy seconds” syndrome.  His self-esteem is so high that he can’t take a second position to anyone that he knows.  Although, he admitted that “if she is extremely hot, then I might complain a lot but I’d do her”.

Richard sits next to Jackie with his coffee.  His attention directed towards her alone.  Stacy and I and Kahana don’t really matter now.  Richard is back to his morning flirt with Jackie.  At first Jackie found him extremely obnoxious. But after a few months, Richard turned Jackie. Now she views him as charming.  Each time they sit together, Richard finds the excuse to touch Jackie. Whether it’s the good morning kiss hello, the quick shoulder massage, the good-bye kiss, the rub of the back, or the squeeze of the knee that makes Jackie giggle; Richard is touchy-feely and   they have become close.

Richard does not kiss or touch Stacy. He did not kiss or touch Stacy before Kahana and certainly not since his arrival.   He gives other women a kiss hello, like Talia or Tammy. But only Jackie and Tammy get the full treatment. 

Richard had a bitter divorce.  He would tell Jackie “life’s a bitch and then you marry one”.   According to Richard, his ex-wife is evil. And, she is the perfect fit for the acronym C U N T: “Can't Understand Normal Thinking”. Richard believes that acronym pertains to most women.

“Richard, you are so cynical”, Jackie would say.  And he would take that as the opportunity to squeeze Jackie’s knee and smile saying, “I am just speaking the facts”. 

Richard told us of his experience with a woman at the local department of motor vehicles.  His driver’s license was up for renewal, and had the wrong birthday on it.  It was off by exactly ten years. He went to the clerk with his US passport as identification to show the true birth date. The woman at the DMV would not hear of it. She demanded an actual birth certificate before she would change the date.  While the woman was following office protocol, to Richard she was simply a “cunt”.

Richard has hockey tickets, and offers them the Jackie; “Do you want to see the Panthers play your Canadians in two weeks?” he asks.  “Sure, Alfred would love to go”.  Jackie responds.  Richard knows that Jackie and Alfred are Canadian and hockey fans. Well, that is redundant. Canadian and hockey fan really go hand and hand.   “My seats are the best in the house”, he boasts.  “Center ice and about twelve rows back”. He adds.    Offering the tickets, Richard endeared himself to Jackie even more, enough to warrant the continued touchy-feely.

I get along with Richard, although I find him obnoxious, self-centered and egotistical.   He always can out do you.  Whether it’s cooking or grilling at home, in business, in his knowledge of sports, his coaching techniques, his purported history in playing sports, his various careers; Richard has been there and done that as good as or better than you could ever have done.  Except that Richard’s sons can do things almost as good as he could.

If you sit with someone long enough those traits that you find so annoying can become tolerable and humorous. In Richard’s case, I can poke fun at both his age and his propensity to boast of his experiences.  For example, I encouraged Richard to see the movie the King’s Speech (a recent movie that took place during the rise of the Third Reich and start of WWII, because as I told him “Richard you should see the movie, you were probably there listening to the King speak”.

After about 30 minutes Richard finishes a cigarette and stands to leave.  He grabs the sport’s section of the newspaper, folds it in half and like a guy about to head to the toilet says his good-byes and leaves.

The Starbucks Chronicles

The Starbucks Chronicles

Chapter 9/ Rocco's and Tequila

CHAPTER NINE

Rocco’s and Tequila

Thursday mornings at Starbucks, Stacy is generally a no show these days.  That’s because Wednesday night is ladies night at Roccos’; a Mexican eatery in the same plaza as Starbucks.  Generally, on a Thursday Stacy is recuperating from Wednesday.  She is usually sick in bed on Thursday morning and will manage to make it to Starbucks only much later in the morning, after our crew has disbursed.

Stacy is an extremist.  She does and experiences things to the extreme. She works out hard core at the gym.  Pumps weights, runs, works out on various aerobic machines until she looks like she is ready to faint. She surfs and paddle surfs in the Atlantic throughout the year. She’ll go on extreme sports vacations and has done some mountain climbing as well. She also parties hard.

When Stacy is sick, it is the worst. No one has it like she has it. She has allergies. No one suffers from the allergies like Stacy does. She suffers from chronic stomach pain and headaches, but she deals with. And we all know when she is dealing with her pain.  It is, according to Stacy, a testament of how strong she is.  Or maybe it is her own special form of hypochondria.

Stacy has become a regular at Rocco’s on Wednesday night.  There is an outdoor bar at Rocco’s that fills up by 7 pm.  And, many of the locals have migrated there from Blue Martini.   Additionally, there are several office buildings and a Marriot hotel that is walking distance to the restaurant that customers feed from.

Rocco’s is known for their margaritas and vast selection of tequila. Stacy is quite fond of tequila; whether in a margarita or straight up.  And, on any given Wednesday, Stacy is known to put away a half bottle or more of tequila herself.   Now that she has the big Kahana at her side, she does not have to worry about an escort home. That was not the case earlier in the year. Several times the local Boca Raton police would drive Stacy home, leaving her car at the Starbucks plaza. 

Last night Stacy was at Rocco’s as usual.  Wednesday nights for me is usually softball night so I don’t get a chance often to see Stacy in action at Rocco’s.  But my game was called for rain earlier in the day.  At around 6:30 I texted Stacy and simply stated: “Rocco?”   Her reply was quick, “of course, where else would I be?.

I pulled into the plaza around 7 o’clock. It was raining so I used the valet in front to park my car.  I hate using valet service to park my car.  It’s easy when you arrive, but a pain when you leave.  When I am ready to leave someplace, I want to get into my car and go. I often don’t have the patience to wait for the valet.  So, sometimes, weather permitting I will search 15 minutes or more for a parking spot to self-park rather than valet.  Tonight though, there was a light rain and I was lazy so I just pulled up in front.

Rocco’s was crowded and the outdoor bar was under cover, so the light rain did not dampen any spirits.   The bar, both indoors and out, has Mexican style furnishings and dark wood. The crowd was fashionable and casually dressed.  A lot of 30 and over aged women were doing a girl’s night out. Guys there seemed mostly professional types, also over 30.  The crowd was a little more laid back than you’d see at Blue Marini. 

Stacy had a corner of the bar already staked out when I got there.   The dark wooden bar was filled with more than a dozen people occupying stools and others standing two back. Bowls of tortilla chips spread across the bar at strategic locations.  Several dozen other patrons occupied the high-top tables surrounding the bar.

Stacy already had at least two margaritas by the time I arrived.  She had her own special margarita version that the bartender knew how to make.  It was strong, because it had an extra shot of tequila in it.  Stacy had her own bowl of tortilla chips and a bowl of salsa in front of her.

Stacy loves her tequila. My wife and I have gone out with Stacy and Kahana to a movie, or a show and Stacy carries a water bottle filed with tequila, just for personal consumption. Kahana is a big guy, but he generally does not drink more than a single beer.  He is the permanent designated driver for Stacy.  Stacy, on the other hand, can handle more alcohol than most men twice her size. But when it hits her, the alcohol it hits her hard, and Stacy is known to have passed out on a bar table or in the street.  Kahana has, during their brief courtship, carried Stacy over his shoulder into her home.

Jackie, Alfred, Kahana, Stacy, me and my wife all went to see Jo Koy at perform at the Improv Comedy Club in West Palm Beach. By the time Stacy showed, she had finished off half her water bottle (a 20 minute drive to the club from Boca Raton and 5 minutes to park).  Then there is the two drink minimum at the show. Before Jo Koy took the stage, Stacy’s speech had already begun to slur.  She had made “friends” with the people at the next table.  When Jo Koy took the stage, she was the “crazy red head” making all the noise in the back.  Within 30 minutes of Jo Koy’s performance the house lights went on and a nice young man escorted Stacy out.  Kahana apologized to us and took Stacy home.  Stacy joked about it for weeks. She got thrown out of the Improv!.

We all went to a movie one Friday evening; Stacy, Kahana, Jackie and Alfred, my wife and I. In the back of the movie theatre Stacy sat with her water bottle. By the time the movie was over, she could barely remember the name of the film.  She does party hard.

For some reason Stacy always complains the next day or so after a few hard party nights that her stomach hurts.  I had read an article about pancreatitis, and suggested Stacy should get herself looked at for it. She told me her girlfriend was her doctor and would have told her if she thought she had anything like that. Stacy instead believes that it is her appendix acting up. And, any moment she will need emergency care.  Stacy’s illness, her pain, and other symptoms won’t keep her from drinking whether Wednesday night at Rocco’s or any other night.

Stacy was holding court at Rocco’s. She was entertaining the bartender, and the other patrons. Many of whom she knew.  As engaging and friendly Stacy can be in the morning to the passerby’s at Starbucks, with a good buzz on she is the center of attention. She is talking louder as the evening progressed. By the time the evening is over, Stacy will know most of the people at the bar, their names, what they do for a living and they will know Stacy.  They will know what she has done in her life, and what she is currently doing. And they will have been introduced briefly to Kahana as he sits and stands a few feet from her.

“Let’s get this party started!” Stacy yells out with her drink in one hand and her cigarette in the other. The bartender offers the ladies a free pour of tequila to keep them all going.  The music is getting loud from the outdoor speakers and the night and party is in full bloom. Stacy has her cell phone and takes a picture of herself and Kahana and another person. She immediately uploads it to Facebook so all can see where she is.

Other than Stacy, Kahana and I there are no others from our Starbucks crew there until Solomon strolled by.  Solomon’s townhouse is a short walk to the bar. Solomon takes turns with Dorrie as to who can escape for a few hours from their young kids.  Solomon orders a margarita and we chat about the people he is saving in court these days.  Both of us spend our time watching Stacy, as she is the entertainment for the evening.

Stacy has already had several margaritas, several shots of tequila, its about 8 pm and I am only there for an hour!  I won't stay passed 9. And by that time Stacy is sure to be completely shitfaced.

Stacy touches a lot when she is drunk. She pushes people. They are friendly shoves.  She will be engaged in conversation and say “ You’re kidding!” followed by a shove. Or she'll say “That is so funny”, followed by a light punch in the arm.  It is a conversation that has both words and hand gestures.   I sat in a theatre next to Stacy one time and my arm was sore afterwards from the amount of time she hit me during the performance.

Stacy has started to annoy some of the female guests with her dual vocal and hand gestures. Some have turned their backs to her, almost in mid conversation.  Others start to create distance, letting people cut in front to get to the bar.  They create separation, that way the conversation takes a pause.

Others, single guys or guys there without their wives, are more amused by Stacy. They have a higher level of patience with her.  It seems like when guys are at a bar, with a few drinks in them, we start to think with our second brain. The penis takes on a life of its own and creates the patience to talk to an otherwise annoying person.   That is the only reason anyone would be spending time talking to this crazy loud redhead. The second brain has taken over.

I spend another 20 minutes chatting with Kahana, making small talk about sports as we people watch. I am just about done with the show. In fact, the more drunk Stacy gets, the more I try to distance myself from her.  I give it the “I don’t really know her” look.

Kahana continues watching over to make sure no one takes advantage of his girl.  This night, a carbon copy of every Wednesday night for months, except I won’t be there on most nights.

Chapter 8/ Mistress Summer

CHAPTER EIGHT

Mistress Summer

It was more than three months since we had seen or heard from Tammy at Starbucks. Tammy sent a text to Jackie and told her that she was just too busy to make over in the mornings. 

As with most stories, there are multiple versions of the truth. From spending several days a week at Starbucks and meeting up with Richard as well, Tammy had disappeared.

We had not seen Melissa, Craig, Whitney or Harland for some time either.  Word had spread about the encounters and the divorce in the neighborhood.  Melissa and Craig moved out of their townhouse and into a private country club community a few miles away, just on the other side of Boca Raton.  Harland and Whitney are in the midst of a divorce.   Whitney moved out. Word has it she is still spending time with Craig and now Craig’s brother as well. She was working as a waitress at a sports bar in the next town.    

Gary appeared at Starbucks this winter morning.  I was already seated with Richard,  Stacy and Kahana when he appeared with a big smile on his face.  He said he had something very funny to tell us.  Gary went into Starbucks to get his coffee and we continued about our conversations. None of us could have anticipated the news he was about to tell us.

Gary sat down and proceeded to tell us about Melissa’s new profession.  Apparently she took her exploits with Whitney and Craig to a new level.  Gary showed us a listing in “Backpage.com”, it is a "Craig’s List" type website that also had escorts massage parlors and other Adults Only advertisements. 

“Take a look at this listing” he said as he pulled up a webpage on his cellphone.  It was a listing on the Backpage.com for the West Palm Beach area that read:

“Goddess Erica is pleased to introduce Mistress Summer, who is now joining Me to bring you the hottest, sexiest BDSM sessions on the planet! Goddess Erica has been practicing art of BDSM for over 15 years in South Florida. Mistress Summer has great enthusiasm for the scene and we have been having much fun sessioning together with some of Goddess Erica's loyal followers. We are now ready to offer our services together to others outside our private circle seeking to have their BDSM and fetish desires embraced and explored, from sensuous to severe. Grab this opportunity to meet the TRULY, upscale, insightful, experienced, fit and gorgeous Domme Duo who know how to make your deepest darkest dreams come true.”

Alongside the advertisement were several pictures of two scantily clad women in S&M garb. One of the women pictured in the series of photos was Melissa, identified as Mistress Summer.  Mistress Summer was even topless in several of the photos. Both of the women wore similar outfits. Melissa/Mistress Summer looked great, with her hard body and fake tits, black g-string and matching stilettos.  This woman that we all knew as a part time attorney and full time mother had a completely different side to her.  I never thought she was a talented attorney, but I would never guess her career change.

We could not believe it. Richard grabbed the phone and was cracking up as he read the verbiage.  Stacy looked at me and Gary completely bewildered.  “Oh my god”, she said.  “This has to be Craig’s doing”.  She added. “He has turned his wife into a hooker”.  I was too mesmerized by the photos to immediately comment.

Melissa had gone from attorney to Mistress.  She had a studio in Boca Raton that she conducted her S&M and fetish sessions.  Her advertisement was reprinted for several weeks. Her nude photos appeared as well.  

 The website promoted that there was:

“…. a very private and safe play space that is equipped with toys for sensual experiences as well as instruments of pain and torture.”

News of the website and photos spread amongst our crew rather quickly.  Text messages went out to the Sbux crew members that were not there that morning.  

I sent a message to my wife.  Needless to say she was rather surprised as well. She had met Melissa at Blue Martini and elsewhere, and this was a major shocker.

Stacy showed the advertisement to Kahana.  Both of them commented, that she was very troubled.  “What about her kid”. Stacy added.  “He is getting close to having to attend pre-school.” Stacy observed. “Word will spread to the other parents”.

 Gary came up with an idea, “let’s call to schedule a session at a hotel. When she shows up we can all be there”.  We would secure a hotel room nearby, and someone would call to schedule a session with her. When she came in, we would have an intervention.  Stacy said she would help organize the group. “I think it should be me and Dorrie primarily there” she said.  “We are the closest to her”.   Nobody really cared who organized or went.  I was anxious to see the look on her face when 3 or 4 of her Starbucks crew were there to confront her.

She was hot news for our group. We spoke about the intervention and Mistress Summer for a few days.  Half chuckling each time we spoke. However, when the time came to schedule to date and book the hotel room, only Gary was game.  He met with Melissa and they spoke about what she was doing, and the website.   According to Gary, “Melissa is very comfortable with the website”. She told him she knows what she is doing. And she is enjoying it.  She had met some a number of wealthy guys from the area. She would not disclose who she had met. But she said  “I am finally making a little money doing something I enjoy”. 

Chapter 7/ Internet Dating

CHAPTER SEVEN

Internet Dating

It’s been months now since we have seen Melissa, Craig, Whitney and Harland. Stacy is on a hiatus from work these days. She received a small severance package, has some savings and is spending her mornings at Starbucks, her afternoons at the gym, a surf shop and in the ocean. It is early fall and the weather is nice here in Florida.

Stacy is feeling lonely and in the midst of a dry spell.  She has been divorced from Jeff several months and there is no full time man in her life.  Stacy craves companionship. She has been married or living with someone most of her adult life.

 She has taken to internet dating.  She has been coming to Starbucks in the morning with her laptop. While many people like me use our laptops at Starbucks for our mobile businesses, she mixes the crossword puzzle with peeks into various internet dating sites.  Web pages are open to Match.com; JDate, and Yahoo personals. 

Stacy has her dating and internet responding criteria.  There is a mold. 

All of the guys seem to be physically fit, look like they spend a good deal of time at the gym and are socially active.  Most have hair. And although race is not a prerequisite, most are Caucasian and non-Jewish.

I am shown several of the candidates and some of their messages. We smile about the back and forth banter between Stacy and her potential suitors.

There is internet foreplay before a first date. It starts out innocent enough.  The exchange is usually very complimentary and inquisitive. Then it turns a bit comedic to sexually suggestive.  Sometimes there is a telephone call before the first meet and greet as well. The meet and greet is usually someplace where there is an out, like a Starbucks. They will rendezvous with people around so that when the drink is finished the couple can disperse or continue chatting and make plans for a second encounter or official “first date”. 

Stacy does not have her true name on any of the sites. Instead, she goes by the name “Stephanie”.  She gave her reasoning:

“If someone sees me on the street and instead of calling me Stacy they say ‘hey Stephanie’ then I know they only know me from the internet dating sites and I can ignore them or talk to them if I want”.

Stacy shares the details about her suitors with Jackie.  She tells Jackie, “I need to date someone that wants to wine and dine me.  I am tired of seeing Tony”.     Tony is a weight lifter from the gym that Stacy sees on occasion.  Tony is more of a booty call, or Stacy is a booty call for Tony. Tony is a late 30’s black man.  He has a great physique.  And according to Stacy  he has a great "attribute".   And the "myth" about black men is no myth. Nevertheless she needs a date not a booty call.

Stacy’s on line suitors range in age from the late 20’s (Mrs. Robinson syndrome), to the late 50’s. Some are employed and some are supposedly retired.  Even if there is no date, the foreplay is very entertaining.

Halloween is approaching and Stacy needs a date for a party Gary invited her to.  She also needs a costume.  “Jackie will you help me pick out a costume for the party” she asks. “There is a costume store on Federal you can go to” she responds.  “Yes, but will you come with me?” Stacy pleads.  “Sure” says Jackie.

The costume is one thing, the date is another. Stacy ponders going with an internet friend, Tony or someone else.  She decided to call Jeff.  At least she knows him the best.

Stacy’s costume is a military nurse’s outfit. The costume shows off Stacy’s legs and her chest and she is very happy with how she looks in it. She decided to post her picture in the costume on Facebook even before the party.

Jeff picked Stacy up for the party at around 9:00 pm.  By 10:00 they had their first argument. By 11:00 she regretted asking him to go with her. By 12:30 Stacy was too drunk to remember why they got divorced.   When the party was over Jeff took Stacy home and spent the night. Stacy woke with a smile on her face.  At least the dry spell was over.

It took several weeks of internet dating and Stacy must have been on at least a half dozen meet and greets before she met Kahana.  Kahana is a part Hawaiian, mid 30’s heavy set guy.  He is also part Asian, part Hispanic, and several other nationalities mixed in.    The name Kahana aptly means “turning point”.  And meeting Kahana was definitely a turning point in Stacy’s life.

Kahana did not fit the mold by any means.  However, he did know how to surf and Stacy and Kahana had that in common.  Kahana is a big teddy bear.  He is about 50 pounds overweight and smokes cigarettes. He is in need of serious conditioning.

They met on line.  But, their meet and greet was at a surf shop they both frequented.

“I can’t believe I am going out with this guy”. Stacy said at first. “He is so not my type”. She told us all at Starbucks. She did not even bring him around for several weeks.  She did show Jackie and I his picture.  She was right, Kahana was so different than anyone else she had dated or met.

Stacy brought Kahana to our morning coffee after the third date.   This big guy with a smile on his face from ear to ear, shook hands and sat quietly as Stacy introduced him and practically spoke for him.  “This is Kahana, he knows my friend Carol that owns the surf shop”.  She actually was restating several of the things she had told us about him after they first met.

Jackie and I made small talk with Kahana.  Richard ignored him.  In fact, other than shaking his hand Richard did not acknowledge his existence.  Richard would not speak to Kahana even after several weeks of him appearing at Starbucks as a regular, until Jackie confronted him about it.

“Richard, you are ignoring Kahana. Why are you being so rude?” She asked.  Richard, shrugged his shoulder and said “I did not realize I was ignoring him. For you Jackie I will try to be more social”.   Richard said in a patronizing tone.   After that, at least Richard said hello to Kahuna.

I commented to Kahana, that he should pay no attention to the fact that Richard was ignoring him. It was not personal.  I told him, “it is simply because you don’t have a vagina”.  Richard I told him only socialized with the women at the Starbucks tables.  I explained to him that Richard’s small talk with me for almost a year was usually limited to two sentences about a game that he figured I might have seen; Nothing more than that. 

Kahana joined Stacy for coffee with us at Starbucks intermittently for weeks.  He got to meet, not only me, Jackie and Richard, but also Debbie and Unice.  Everyone liked him. Kahana just tried to fit in and not be the center of attention.  He let Stacy be the leading lady.

At the convincing of Stacy, Kahana signed up for Weight-Watchers.   It was not long till Kahana was a tag a long where-ever Stacy was going. 

We took bets on how long it would last.

Chapter 6/ The Collar

CHAPTER 6

The Collar

Craig and Whitney spend a lot of time together.  Whitney and Melissa spend a lot of time together as well.  They are neighbors.  Their townhomes are spitting distance from each other.  Melissa and Whitney are so close in height and build they can share the same clothing. Perfect fits. 

Whitney called to borrow a dress from Melissa.  Melissa was out with Hunter at a mommy and me play date held at the local Community Center.  Craig was home though and invited Whitney over so she can peruse through Melissa’s closet. 

Whitney comes to the door and the two exchange pleasantries.  “Hi, how are you today?” Craig asks.  “I am good.  Harland has Sara for the day. They are out at the park”. Whitney responds.

“Melissa is out at mommy and me” Craig states.  “Oh, that’s right.” Whitney had apparently known and maybe it slipped her mind.

“I have dinner plans with my dad and some others later this evening and the outfit I was planning to wear is at the cleaners”.   Whitney tries to explain and Craig is seemingly listening but his mind is elsewhere.

They walk inside and then up the stairs of the townhouse to the master bedroom. Craig walks toward Melissa’s walk in closet and tells Whitney to look inside to see what she wants.  Craig sits down on the bed as Whitney goes into the closet and starts to look around.

“If you see something, try it on”. Craig offers.

Whitney notices some leather outfit hanging in the closet and pulls it off.  “What is this?” She asks.  Whitney had pulled an S/M costume that Melissa had in the closet for “private fun”.

Whitney was quite amused by the outfit.  “You would look so hot in that”. Craig states. 

Whitney smiles and says, “really?, you think?”.   “Yes, you should try it on”.  I even have some extra accessories for it”.  He says.  Whitney proceeds to pull off her tee shirt and shorts and try on the outfit. She does it right in front of Craig as he sits on the bed watching.   Whitney is so nonchalant as she removes her clothes, briefly revealing her naked breasts and g-string  panties. 

She quickly slides into the black leather mistress outfit and models the outfit for Craig.  “Wow, see I told you that you’d look great in that outfit”.  He says.  “I have a spiked collar for you to wear with it”.  He adds.  Craig hands Whitney a black leather collar with metal spikes. The collar looks like a dog collar.

She turns to the mirror to admire the look.  As she admires her outfit and how it shows off her features, Craig comes up behind her.

Craig fixes the buckle around the collar and then slides his hands to Whitney’s waist.  Whitney looks at Craig through the reflection in the mirror.  She does not remove his hands. She does not say anything.  He proceeds to kiss Whitney on her bare shoulder.  Still she does not say anything. Instead, she closes her eyes. Her body starts to tingle with excitement. Craig begins to caress her and fondle her breasts. 

She is turned around and they kiss. Their lips locked. Her hands wrapped around him.  His hands caressing her and grabbing her ass.   Craig helps Whitney out of her outfit. And Whitney reaches for Craig’s belt.  They strip down; their clothes removed and they fall to the mattress embraced.  

The two spend about twenty minutes before they quickly realize that Melissa might be returning soon.  Whitney finds a cocktail dress in the closet and quickly tries that on. Craig puts the mistress outfit back on a hanger and returns it to the place in the closet.

Whitney finds the dress fits and takes it with her.  As she’s leaving, Craig states “ you can keep that collar”.  I like you in it”.   Whitney smiles, she had forgotten that the collar was still around her neck as runs out the door home.  Whitney was still spellbound by the encounter when she got home.

Dorrie would see Whitney and Craig together more often after this encounter. Dorrie was unaware of the new found connection between the two. But, she frequently saw Whitney jogging in the neighborhood with her collar on.  The collar was Craig’s idea. It was his hold on her.  

Dorrie brought up the fact that Whitney and Craig are spending an awful lot of time together during one Saturday morning at Starbucks.  She was concerned for Melissa. 

Dorrie, stated to the crew “I need to talk to Melissa about this”.  She was suspicious of an affair between Craig and Whitney since they were spending so much time together.   “Melissa needs to know that Craig and Whitney are always together when she is not around”. 

Dorrie discussed this with Stacy, and Stacy decided it was important that the two of them talk to Melissa together.

Dorrie and Stacy invited Melissa over for a late afternoon cocktail at Dorrie’s house, and told her what Dorrie had seen.  “Melissa, people are talking”. Stacy said. 

“What exactly do you mean?” Whitney would say.  “There is nothing going on”.

As the days and weeks went by, Whitney and Craig’s games got more and more intense. Craig purchased Whitney her own S&M outfit.    Whitney was a submissive and had developed into Craig’s slave.  Her outfit reflected her submissive character. Craig wanted to get Melissa involved as well.

Craig decided to orchestrate a late afternoon encounter whereby all three of them could be together. It would have to be a day and time that Harland was with Sara and Hunter was occupied as well.

 * * *

The threesome apparently happened.  Soon thereafter, word spread about their exploits. It was not long before Dorrie, who suspected something along, was telling us all at Starbucks.

Craig was this monster, according to Dorrie. He had both Whitney and Melissa’s minds controlled and they were acting out his sexual fantasies.  Dorrie was concerned about the young children they had.  Most of us were all fascinated by the whole thing.  It was a soap opera right in front of us.

Somehow Craig was in control of the girls’ actions.  They seemed to enjoy his manipulation. What he offered to secure their control was beyond us. Nevertheless, he instructed his “girls” to stay away from Starbucks.   Not all Starbucks, just our Starbucks.  He did not want his “spell broken” by outsiders….or our group.

The three of them were often seen in public as well. Even at local bars and restaurants.  Whitney with her collar on. Melissa in a butch outfit.  Seems Melissa had become the dominatrix in the relationship along with Craig.  She would assist in the slave training of Whitney. The two controlled Whitney’s mind and body.

Harland was not totally oblivious to the situation. Harland had discovered the ménage à trois. And, while Whitney at first denied the affair, she quickly blamed Harland. He was no fun and she needed excitement. Harland decided to slowly get his ducks/affairs in order.  He had spoken with a lawyer and would resolve the situation in his own way.

Before Harland could file for divorce or separation, there was tension developing between Whitney and Melissa as a competition for Craig’s affection started to get in the way.  Craig loved this tension for as long as it lasted.

Weeks went by and we did not see or hear from Whitney, Harland, Melissa or Craig.  Dorrie had heard some yelling and screaming at Whitney and Harland’s home down the street but did not know what it was all about. 

It was not until Ira stopped by Starbucks one morning and advised Stacy that that Whitney and Harland had separated.  Harland filed for divorce. He was seeking full custody of their daughter Sara.  He was upset for his daughter and embarrassed by what was going on.  Stacy was sympathetic. She tried unsuccessfully to reach out to Whitney and Melissa.  Craig would have none of that.

Melissa made sure she “unfriended” everyone from Starbucks on Facebook.

Chapter 5/ Blue Martini

CHAPTER FIVE

Blue Martini

The parking lot in front of Blue Martini was filled with fancy cars.  BMW’s, Mercedes, Lexus, a few Audi’s.  There is a black Bentley and an orange Lambroghini parked right in front.  The Blue Martini is the latest hotspot in Boca Raton.  It is part of a chain of upscale bar/restaurant/clubs.  There is already one in Ft Lauderdale and one in West Palm Beach.  But this Boca Raton version was greatly anticipated by the locals. It is attached to the Town Center Mall at the Northeast wing; a new wing developed as the real estate market hit its downturn two years earlier.  The bar features nightly entertainment, attractive bar staff, attractive furnishings, and overpriced drinks.  But it attracts the beautiful people of Boca Raton.  Fancy cars, beautiful women, grey hairs looking to flash cash and young FAU college students alike.

As my wife Arlene and I approach the entrance to the bar, Arlene is already telling me how long she wants to stay. Since the Starbucks crowd is my little group, and Arlene does not know anyone, she is already dreading the evening out.  “I have work tomorrow, I do not want to stay too long” she says to me.  

We enter the bar, luckily for us it was before 8 pm when we arrived so we did not get hit with the ridiculous $10.00 cover charge.   Looking to the left at the outdoor bar, Stacy was already there with several others.    She was mingling from table to table, cigarette and martini glass in hand.

Melissa and Craig are there.  Solomon and Dorrie, a husband and wife legal team,  are at the same table.  Solomon and Dorrie have a small law practice in Boca, have two children…..little boys…. but can only make it to Starbucks on the weekends.  They live in the same townhouse community with Melissa and Craig and a few doors from Wendy and Howard.  More about them later.

Just like at Starbucks, we have apparently commandeered three tables for our group.  Richard and his girlfriend Terrie are there at another table talking to Gary the real estate broker.  Gary joins us periodically at Starbucks.  Gary is a divorced man in his last 30’s, dark hair, medium height and build. He has a young boy and is already thinking about remarriage. 

I say my hellos …..I introduce Arlene to the crowd.   Then Arlene and Terrie realize they know each other.  “You look so familiar, Arlene says”.   Terrie replies, “Of course, we spent a few years at the Jewels Dance studio with our girls”.  Oh what a relief, Arlene knows someone.  Now she won’t feel so tortured by this occasion.  Terrie and Arlene are of similar age; Terrie is recovering from a messy divorce and is still a bit bitter.  This is perfect for Richard, since he is bitter from his divorce as well.  Arlene sits next to Terrie to chat as I mingle among my Starbucks faithful. 

“Do you want anything to drink”? I ask Arlene as I head to the bar.  We both get martinis.

Whitney and Harland show up soon after me.  Whitney is dressed like my daughter would dress when she was 18.  Her long blonde hair has sheen to it and looks like it was just done. She is wearing a tight mini black print dress. The dress is skin tight.  She is showing off her tits and shapely legs. You can see her nipples through the material.  While she is fun for me to look at, I am not sure how Harland feels about that look.

Harland appears as a regular guy in a Tommy Bahamas shirt and slacks.  They seem happy but totally mismatched.   Whitney comes to sit with Craig and Melissa as Harland mingles with the crowd and makes small talk with everyone.

Craig does not really drink but is quick to order shots for the others.  He likes to watch and direct. Craig and Solomon chat and call over the attractive server to order drinks. Craig and Solomon still talking about the big real estate deal that might change their lives. Craig orders a half dozen Lemon Drops to go along with the Martinis that we had already ordered. 

The bar is completely filled by 8:15 pm and the high top tables around the bar have been all taken as well.  The server waits at the side of the bar along with another server for the bar tenders to fill the orders. Looking at the crowd, it is hard to believe that the economy is so bad. 

At the entrance to the Blue Martini I can see the Zohan has arrived.  The Zohan has his same dark blue suit on; same Gucci glasses and loafers without socks.   Stacy’s divorce attorney, the Zohan, walks in with a smile on his face like he is the conquering hero returning from battle.  He walks over to embrace Stacy and gives her a kiss on the cheek.  Stacy introduces the Zohan to others around her that have not met him.    Nobody seems all that interested in chatting with him.  And he squeezes his way to the bar to order a drink.  The Zohan is at home and yet alone.

The waitress returns with our drinks and the shots.  The shots are handed to the ladies.  Arlene is offered a shot, but graciously declines.  Definitely not my wife’s scene and she is not anxious to do shots in any event.  Others take their drinks, toast each other and down the shots. They all sip their Martinis and the party is underway.  Stacy walks around and mingles as it is her celebration of divorce that has brought us all together.  Not that we really needed to celebrate her divorce, we just look for an excuse for a night out. 

Jackie has appeared, but she has come alone.  Apparently Alfred was with their son at a game and could only drop off and pick up Jackie.  Jackie explains that her visit will be quick but she would stay for one drink before she had to leave, as Alfred would be picking her up soon.

The group was already on their second round of drinks by the time Jackie has her first. And, I can ``see the drinks taking their desired effect. The conversations are getting louder. Some of the group members seem to be getting a bit more touchy-feely.  Lot’s of arms around shoulders, etc.

After an hour or so, photos are beginning to be taken. Stacy has pictures taken of her and each of the crew from Starbucks. Stacy walks to each table and makes sure she is the center of attention in each photo. Her tight little dress and chest flashed front and center in each photo. She jumps on a bar stool for a picture, looking a little unsteady from the multiple drinks she has consumed, as she tries to stand with her high heels.  

After a while, the music gets louder and Stacy starts to dance.  She is dancing alone; but having a great time.  All at the bar are watching, and Stacy is enjoying the attention. It’s her party and everyone needs to know that.

Others are starting to get into the photo ops as well.  Within an hour or so at the Blue Martini, the reserved and quiet adults that had walked in, had become kids again.  The couples were having a good time and conversations went from serious to playful.

Talia and David showed up late.  David is freshly tattooed down his arm and shows off his art work to all that are interested. He is out of uniform and so he sports his own colorful self.  His ears pierced, with fishing hooks. His tattoo is a nautical scene with a mermaid.
He has several piercings as well.  In fact he is not too shy to show them off.  Talia turns her head and smiles as David shows off the pictures of his piercings to the group.

Over at another table, Craig asks Melissa and Whitney to stand next to each other. Both in their tight dresses and blonde hair.  They could be sisters. They dressed alike.  They are built the same, they are the same height, same big fake tits and all. They had both been drinking, and they embrace arm and arm for the picture.

Melissa with a drink in hand and Whitney with a strawberry from her drink.    “Melissa, share the strawberry with Whitney”, Craig directs.  “ Let’s see a little lesbian action” he adds.  Melissa pulls Whitney closer and the two blonde “sisters” share a strawberry until their painted red lips touch. They both have bedroom eyes as they look at each other for the embrace. There is a smile between the two after the kiss.

“Great picture” Craig applauds.  I watch with both amazement and with typical guy excitement about the prospect of two women going at it.  They continue to pose for the camera.  Whitney has her arm around Melissa’s shoulder as she lifts her bare leg for Melissa to hold; Melissa showing off her chest for the camera.  Her erect nipples quiet visible for the camera lens.  Neither of them seem uneasy about the direction from Craig.  And I am enjoying the show.   Craig seems so at ease directing his wife and Whitney.  As if they had performed this scene many times before. 

Howard, Whitney’s husband seemed amused by the activities of his wife.  Seemingly unsure what to make of all of it as his attention was half on the scene his wife was making and just simple conversation he was having with others.

Whitney and Melissa embrace for one more kiss in front of Craig’s camera before they split up and go to respective corners (or spouses).  Will these photo’s make it to Facebook? Or just the private collection of Craig and Melissa’s.