Party Like a Plutocrat – Ch.7

Chapter 7 – A Less Auspicious Morning After

Excerpted from “Party Like a Plutocrat

Continued from Chapter 6.

You and Max are awoken in the morning by Erin and Jenny as they come into the living room to find you sprawled out on couches.

“Whoa, look at you two.” laughs Jenny. “I told you not to wait up.”

“Where do you want this, ma’am?” asks the driver carrying the suitcase into the living room.

“Oh, just put it down anywhere Edward.” says Jenny casually.

“Very good, ma’am. Have a nice day. It was a pleasure serving you.” he says touching his cap as he heads out the door.

“Bye, Edward.” says Erin with a little wave.

“Good bye, ma’am.” he says, closing the door behind him.

“I guess we better make breakfast for these two.” Jenny says to Erin.

“Yep, go wash up a bit dear, you look awful.” says Erin, tousling your hair tenderly and going off to join Jenny in the kitchen.

You do feel a bit rough, as you climb to your feet and head to the bathroom in the guest bedroom. After brushing your teeth and washing your face, you feel a little better, so you head to the kitchen for some coffee.

“Hello, sunshine.” says your wife happily as you enter the kitchen. “What would you like to eat?”

“I don’t know, what are you having?” you ask blearily.

Erin and Jenny exchange looks. “Uh, we had breakfast with Reggie this morning.” she says.

“Reggie?” asks Max, entering the kitchen.

“She means Witherspoon.” says Jenny. “You two don’t look like you couldn’t handle bacon and eggs today. How about some nice dry toast.”

“That’s a dear.” says Max. “And can you toss me an aspirin?”

“Reggie.” you mutter as Erin puts a cup of coffee before you and joins you at the kitchen table.

The sun is shining, and a warm breeze is blowing through the open window again, but your mood is less buoyant than it was the last time you had breakfast here.

“Well we couldn’t call him Witherspoon all night, could we?” says Jenny. “That might have gotten a bit awkward.”

“Of course, you definitely need to be on a first name basis when you are stripping naked in front of a fellow while he puffs a cigar and looks you over appraisingly.” you snap irritably. “ ‘How’s this, Reggie? Did I trim my bush to your liking?’ ”

“Whoa, there Ted. Someone needs a cup of coffee.” says Jenny trying to calm you down but unable to refrain from laughing at your comment.

“It wasn’t like that, dear.” says Erin softly, taking your hand in hers and looking at your searchingly.

“No?” you ask miserably, not making eye contact.

“Oh no…” she says seriously. “Jenny made them stop smoking before I went in there to show them my bush.”

Jenny and Max break out in raucous laughter and you can’t help but join in though you have a cold feeling deep in the pit of your stomach.

“We’re laughing about it, but you did that, you went and undressed in that cigar room.” you say with a sick smile.

“Yes dear.” she says squaring her shoulders and looking you in the eye. “We did.”

“You know, there will be plenty of time to talk about this.” says Jenny bringing toast to the table. “Let’s have some toast and coffee and try to relax a little first, ok?”

“Ok, Ok, I’m sorry.” you say. Erin squeezes your hand and smiles at you lovingly.

“So what did you two last night while we were… out?” ask Jenny.

“Oh you know, we have some whores over and did some coke.” says Max taking a bite of toast.

Everyone has a good chuckle at that.

“We went to the club for dinner and drinks and they ended up calling us a car.” you admit finishing your coffee. Erin swipes you empty cup and jumps up to pour you another. “Thanks, dear.” you say as she returns the steaming mug to you.

“No wonder you both look so hungover.” says Erin sympathetically.

“Oh, and we bumped into Linda and she saw your text about some game where models undress one another for the gentlemen.” you say, arching an eyebrow and looking at Erin to see her response.

She widens her eyes dramatically and says “Uh-oh.” Then she turns to Jenny and whines. “You know her, she will blab to everyone!”

Max pats her hand soothingly. “No, no, dear. She thought you and Ted were doing some kind of roleplay via text.”

“What was Linda wearing, by the way?” Jenny asks Max appraisingly.

“What?” he says nervously. “Oh, I don’t notice these things. A skirt maybe?”

“Uh, huh.” says Jenny giving him a knowing look. “A short skirt?”

“Maybe, I don’t recall” he says. Then he recovers his composure. “Hey, now, you can’t really call me on this. You paraded around half naked in front of a bunch of billionaires all night last night. I think I deserve a free pass to look at Linda’s ass now and then.”

Jenny nods her head and laughs, tweaking Max’s nipple playfully. “I’ve seen you looking at her.” she says.

“Also, just to clarify, Jenny did get more than half-naked last night.” says Erin primly, sipping her coffee.

“Quiet, you. We will get to that.” says Jenny with a smile.

“Ok, I’ve had some coffee and toast now.” you say weakly. “Can we talk about this lingerie party last night?”

“Are you ready, Max?” asks Jenny, looking at Max with concern.

“Sure, why are you looking at me?” he says.

“Take your aspirin.” she says getting him a glass of water.

“Ok, ok.” he says, “You are making me nervous now. I’m a big boy, I can take it. Ted is the one that is freaking out.”

“No, I’ll be ok.” you say.

At that point the hummingbird reappears. It hovers again before the window and you all stare at it in fascination. It’s wings are a blur and it’s iridescent belly shines in the sunlight. It seems to contemplate you all for a moment before disappearing suddenly from view.

“There’s that bird again.” says Erin wistfully.

“Should we begin at the beginning?” asks Jenny nervously.

“I’d first like to know why you didn’t come back last night.” you say, trying to maintain a reasonable tone but feeling a little upset.

“Oh well, see… that was actually Reg- err- Witherspoon’s plan all along. There were rooms set aside for all the models to stay over.” says Erin innocently. “It was fun, actually, we made a slumber party out of it.”

“A slumber party?” says Max.

“You know, there were four other models, and they were younger and Erin and I sort of took them under our wings last night.” says Jenny with a little smile.

“Oh they were such darlings, so innocent.” says Erin with an animated expression. “You would really like them, Ted. So gorgeous.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” you say. “I love hanging out with gorgeous 20 year old models. Maybe we can all go get our nails done together.”

Erin laughs and slaps your shoulder.

“I heard you were teaching them to play peekaboo, Erin.” says Max with a lewd grin.

Erin squints at him playfully. “I can tell you wish you were there to see it, too.” she says.

“Well of course.” he says tilting his head.

“Stop thinking about Erin’s bush for a second, Max. It’s unseemly.” says Jenny with mock severity. “Let’s start at the beginning.”

Max gives her a hurt expression and motions for her to proceed.

Jenny sighs. “Well, I think we mentioned that the house itself wasn’t actually very impressive.”

“It was decorated like a hotel.” says Erin distastefully. “I was really expecting something more lavish.”

“We entered via the staff entrance which was a bit weird.” says Jenny. “Then they took us upstairs to a suite of rooms being used for the party.”

“The spread was nice, but not fantastic.” says Erin. “You know, shrimp cocktail and such but no caviar or truffles or anything.”

“The booze was all top shelf though.” says Jenny.

“I don’t care about that stuff.” you say. “What about the cigar room?”

“Yeah, the cigar room.” says Jenny uncomfortably. “We are getting to that. Witherspoon took the models aside and explained that the there would be two dressing rooms for us to use. The regular dressing room was private and no men would be allowed inside. The door was actually watched by female security person. But the uninhibited among us were invited to use the cigar room to change in, if we wanted to. He made it clear that this room was not private but that only himself and his closest associates would be allowed in. He assured us that we could rely on their discretion.”

“Discretion or not, you would have to be pretty uninhibited to do that.” you laugh nervously.

“Well Reggie said that he would be greatly gratified if we would consider using that room.” says Erin blushing slightly. “Though you can be sure that we all opted for the private dressing room right away.” she finishes with a laugh.

“But not once you got sauced up.” you prompt, your penis swelling slightly at the thought.

“We will get to that.” says Jenny. “Everyone was nervous at first, but the younger models were much more nervous than we were. None of them had done a private party like this. They were used to runway stuff.”

“It actually made us feel much better to console them.” says Erin. “It relieved our own jitters.”

“As we picked out outfits, Erin and I told them about the party we had here.” says Jenny, smiling distantly at the recollection.

“They were utterly scandalized.” laughs Erin. “None of them were expecting that sort of thing.”

‘So we told them to come and get Erin or I if anyone requested some kinky stuff and we would take care of it.” says Jenny confidently.

“Wait, what?” says Max. “Kinky stuff?”

Jenny misses a beat at Max’s reaction. “Well, you know, like asking to show how something unfastens or something.” she says.

“Or how an elastic band feels?” he asks arching a brow.

“Well, yes, actually.” says Jenny with a wan smile. “I mean these girls were so nervous, I felt bad for them.”

“Uh huh.” says Max with a sly smile.

“They sort of stood around stiffly in their lingerie, too embarrassed to mingle with the guests.” says Erin.

“Well not every woman casually flashes her nipples for strangers at a party.” you say trying to smile to soften the phrase.

“This was the beginning of the night, dear.” says Erin lightly. “We were all sober and picked out the most modest stuff. No one was showing off nipples at that point in the evening I assure you.”

“Right,” continues Jenny. “But even fairly covered up, the younger girls were just too nervous to get into it.”

“Get into what, exactly?” you ask, genuinely interested now.

“Get into the party and enjoy themselves.” says Erin. “Reggie wanted us to just mingle and talk and have fun. Go at our own pace.”

“But you and Jenny enjoyed yourselves?” you ask skeptically.

“I have to admit, seeing some wives there threw me for a loop.” says Erin. “But Jenny just marched us right over to the first couple we saw and jumped right into conversation with the wife.”

“Geez, that took guts. What did you say?” asks Max looking at his wife with admiration.

“I asked her if she liked the outfit.” laughs Jenny. “What I discovered right away was that all the women there were real players. These were some high power ladies. Also, you don’t snag a billionaire by being squeamish. Even though some didn’t like the idea of tagging along to a lingerie party, they put up with it and were determined to use it their advantage somehow. I took them aside and asked how they wanted to proceed. Some asked me to flirt with their husbands so that they could use that against them later, others just preferred that we buzz off. But they all appreciated my frank approach.”

“Jenny really handled herself well with the power wives.” says Erin smiling at Jenny. “I think they would have eaten me for breakfast otherwise.”

“Erin’s big boobs and ass got her a lot of attention.” admits Jenny. “Some of the wives might have taken exception to that if we didn’t watch our step. But I warned her who to steer clear of.”

“Of course, plenty of men were looking at Jenny too, especially later in the evening…” said Erin but she stops when Jenny shoots her a look.

Max notices that exchange and says, “I guess you will get around to that.” he says uncertainly.

You get up and get more coffee, finally starting to feel alive.

“Ok, so there was just this cocktail party and the models were wearing lingerie and just going around talking to the guests?” you ask scratching your head.

“Pretty much.” says Erin with a shrug. “But then Reggie takes us aside and points out how stiff and uncomfortable the younger girls were acting.”

“Hmm, I sense this is where the talent thing comes in.” mutters Max.

“Right.” says Jenny with a smile. “Reggie takes us over to a group of guys talking to a couple of the other models. The guys were just trying to make small talk but the girls were just acting petulant and sullen, crossing their arms to cover their boobs and sort of turning sideways self-consciously.”

“So Reggie asks Jenny and I if there was anything we could do about it.” says Erin with a glint in her eye. “Luckily Jenny had an idea.”

“So I came out and asked the girls who they thought had the nicest boobs among us.” says Jenny with delight. “The girls all blushed like crazy and giggled like school girls, even Erin.”

“She was so brash.” gushes Erin looking at her fondly.

“Then I said, well, really we can’t be the judge since women can be so catty with each other, we should just let the men decide. And I got them all to line up with Erin in the middle.” says Jenny with a glint in her eye.

“Reggie was delighted. You should have seen him.” says Erin, touching Max’s hand.

“Oh, I’ll bet.” says Max with a smile, warming up to the story.

“So Jenny has us all in a line, and then she goes down the line and makes each girl put her arms down by her sides and pushes her shoulders back. ‘Don’t be bashful,’ she says. ‘Let the fellows get a good look at this rack. Who knows yours might be judged the best.’ Some of the girls had really lacey tops and Jenny pinched their nipples a little to make them poke. ‘The Gentlemen prefer hard nipples, don’t you boys?’ she asked and they were just eating it up. Pretty soon a big crowd had gathered and all the girls were laughing and blushing, but sticking their chests out and looking beautiful.”

“Of course I had to single Erin out and harass her the most.” laughs Jenny. “I made her take off the thin nightgown she had on over her bra and panties so that the men could get a better look at those knockers.” she pauses to give you a wink and Erin reaches over and pushes up on your jaw because you had your mouth hanging open and didn’t realize it.

“And then I turned her sideways so that the men could how far out her boobs jutted. And of course I squeezed them and pinched her nipples and remarked on how full they were.”

“Then she made me jump up and down so they would bounce.” puts in Erin, her eyes bright with excitement.

“Oh, yeah, all the guys liked that. Everyone’s eyes were glued to Erins boobies. You should have seen the guys adjusting themselves trying to hide their boners.”

“Ok…we get the picture.” you say irritably and then try to rearrange your own hardon under the table without anyone noticing.
“Anyway, they voted my boobs the best.” says Erin quickly. “So I was feeling a little cocky and I took over the MC position and made Jenny get in line so that the men could judge legs. And you know, the girls were less self-conscious about their legs and also being in a group made them more confident, so they hammed it up a little, and I made them do a chorus line kind of thing. And then… yeah, it was fun.” she says stopping to take a drink of coffee and smiling down into her cup.

“It sound like you are skipping something.” says Max with trepidation.

“Well a lot happened last night, dear.” says Jenny, rubbing his arm.

You heave a huge sigh and realize that you had been holding your breath. “So it sounds like you and Jenny breathed some life into the party.” you say.

“Oh yeah, Reggie, really thanked us a lot after the little contest.” says Erin. “Of course as the night went on, the girls all had a few more drinks and loosened up and everyone got a bit more… playful.”

“Playful?” you ask unhappily.

“Look, maybe we should just talk about this later…at home… alone…” says Erin looking at you significantly.

“Witherspoon wants to have us to yet another party next week and this time you and Max are welcome to come along.” says Erin.

“Uh, is this another paid gig for you two?” asks Max incredulously.

“I don’t think so.” says Jenny. “He just asked us to attend as guests.”

“That’s even better.” says Max, rubbing his hands together. “I think things are really going to come together. In fact, I don’t even want to hear any more about the party from last night. I say let’s just put that behind us.”

Jenny heaves a visible sigh of relief and says. “Ok, but if you really want to know, I will tell you.”

Max just shakes his head. “I want to focus on the future. If Witherspoon is going to offer me a business deal, I don’t want my judgement clouded by any petty jealousies.”

Erin looks at him incredulously and then over at Jenny, but Jenny just shrugs her shoulders.

“Ok, see you folks next week then.” says Erin. “Come along, Ted, let me take you home and help you nurse that hangover.”

You just stammer, “But, but…” as she hustles you out the door.

Continued in Chapter 8.

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