LIGHTS

  PARTY

  MOAN

  Pandora Richardson

  Copyright © 2012 Pandora Richardson

  All rights reserved.

  Kindle Edition

  CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE: Adventures With An Online Classified

  CHAPTER TWO: Just A Friend

  CHAPTER THREE: Proposal In The Break Room

  CHAPTER FOUR: Emily

  CHAPTER FIVE: Back At The Crib

  CHAPTER SIX: Our Journey Together

  CHAPTER SEVEN: The Hotel

  CHAPTER EIGHT: In The Room

  CHAPTER NINE: The Question

  CHAPTER TEN: I'm Fine If He Is

  CHAPTER ELEVEN: Oh My, My, My, What Big Tools You Have

  CHAPTER TWELVE: You Couldn't Scrub It From Our Minds If You Tried…With Bleach

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Emily

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Lance

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Emily

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Lance

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Emily

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: Lance

  CHAPTER NINETEEN: Emily

  CHAPTER TWENTY: Lance

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: Emily

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: Lance

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: Emily

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: Lance

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: Emily

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: Full Circle

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: Emily

  CHAPTER ONE

  Adventures With An Online Classified

  I DON’T KNOW who created Craigslist, but I’m glad they did. Usually, I go on Craigslist to sell odds and ends from my apartment, and the experience is usually OK. Put up an ad for the IKEA couch, and someone shows up to give you cash. Rinse and repeat.

  It all began after my girlfriend Janice and I broke up. I loved her, but I guess you can say we grew apart. Toward the end, I used to picture myself grabbing a pillow and holding it over her as I watched her sleep. Several times I even thought about doing her best friend just to spite her. Hell, after how she broke my heart, I would have even had sex with her mother just to cause her pain. Maybe that sounds weird, but in my defense, Mrs. Parker is as hot as her daughter. I wish I could let it all go and take the mature approach. I mean I could fill a novel talking about how upset I was when she said we needed space. After six damn years of us being together, three of those in the same apartment, she decided she needed “space.” What she likely meant to say was that she needed Reginald, whom she shared many a late night working on “special” projects for work.

  Like I was born yesterday or something? She had a good man, but some people are stupid plain and simple.

  Again, this isn’t a story about Janice. It’s a story about what happened to me last week at a hotel. The fancy one at the National Harbor. I had to put it to paper. It’s one of those once in a lifetime stories that you want to relive and relate over and over until you die.

  Like I said at the beginning, it all started with Craigslist. A few weeks ago, I was sitting in my apartment bored as hell. Around 10 pm I got tired of TV and picked up my iPad. I don’t remember what made me go to the Craigslist app. So, I’m on Craigslist looking for stuff like I normally do in the free section. Then for no reason at all… OK, I’m lying. I was horny, so I went to the personals area.

  The apartment seemed so big without Janice, and I’ll admit that I missed her like hell. I felt empty inside, and although I wasn’t looking for a relationship, I figured I might come across someone to maybe go to a movie with or something and see where that led. Actually, I wanted to find someone who wouldn’t mind skipping the movie altogether and just getting to the “or something” part of the evening.

  So, I’m in the personals section and there’s this area called casual encounters. I didn’t know what the difference was at first, but as I started going through the ads, things became clearer. Now for the benefit of those who have never ventured into the back alleys of Craigslist, let me tell you that it’s crazy what some people will put on the internet. Casual encounters is solely for those looking to hook up with no strings attached, and as I sat there staring at one scantily clad woman in an ad after another, tits and ass were on full display, and the brain throbbing in my pants let me know that these were exactly the type of ads I needed in my life.

  It was like being a kid in a candy store. Women were posting pics that would make Larry Flynt proud, with titles like “I need to be ate out,” “Must have at least 8in BBC,” or “Can You Last all night?” I felt like I was 15 again reading my first porno. My lips were sandpaper dry. I licked them over and over as I stared at the screen. My hand was in my sweats so many times I almost took them off, grabbed the lotion, and just got show on the road. I didn’t respond to any of the ads the first night, because I thought it was kinda lame. I mean how do you respond to an ad like the ones I came across?

  “Yeah, umm I’d like to eat you out Miss Faceless Pic Stranger,” or “Hi, I’m Lance. I never actually measured my cock, but it might be 8 inches, but I don’t know about keeping up all night…” Lame as hell.

  After about 30 minutes of almost responding, I put the iPad down and, to be perfectly honest, grabbed the baby lotion, and got to work. The saddest part about the night was that as I leaned back, legs splayed, and pumping into my hand, I thought of Janice riding me. I fell asleep on the couch after I made myself cum twice. It had been a couple months since I had gotten any.

  I could barely focus the next day during my shift at Best Buy. Every customer, every sale, was a blur to me. All I kept thinking about was Craigslist. I made up my mind that when I got home, I was going to find an ad that I liked and reply to it. I was going to get me some off of Craigslist. Hilarious when you come to think about it.

  I got home that evening and the first thing I did, after throwing some ramen noodles in the microwave, was bring up Craigslist. I was looking for the perfect ad. She had to be close, sexy, and not too picky. Which was harder than you think because those women were on Craigslist but asking for a man with 1 percent body fat and a cock that rested on his shoulder as he lay down. Who were these women?

  Anyway, so I’m scrolling through one absurd ad after the next when I see one that said “hottest parties around, respond for more info.” In the ad there was a picture of an orgy that wasn’t a professional stock photo. It was obvious that the picture had been taken from a camera phone or something. So it had to be the real deal. Curiosity took over and I responded. I don’t remember exactly what I wrote, but it was something along the lines of “Hey, my name is Lance. I’m black, 6’2 with a skinny build, and interested in your ad” or something like that. About 10 minutes later, I received an email from “hot group parties and entertainment” with the details. According to the flyer that was attached with their response, couples were free, but single men were 200 dollars. This included all the food, drinks, and women you could eat and drink.

  I read and reread the email. I thought it was a scam at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that it was probably legit. I responded to the email that I couldn’t attend the party they hosted that night, but if they kept me in the loop, maybe I would check them out some other time. I so wanted to go, but 200 dollars was too much money to pay for ass. It really was that simple. As a matter of principle, I couldn’t see myself even paying 50 dollars. I hadn’t gotten to that level of desperation and I doubted I ever would. I had to find another way in.

  My brain wrestled over what I could do all night, and then the lights came on and the cobwebs vanished from my brain. A couple meant one male and one female coming to the party together. It didn’t necessarily mean that the pair had to be in a relationship and even if it did, how would they know? All I had to do was find a girl crazy enough to go to an orgy with me pretending to be my girlfriend to get in. Luckily, I had someone in mind; I just had to find a way to approach her about it.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Just A Friend

  DEAR DIARY, LANCE is a trip. It’s crazy when I think back to what we did two weeks ago. I still can’t believe I went through with it. It all started on our lunch break. Lance and I were chatting it up like normal in the break room. We were cool, and I enjoyed our breaks together. I particularly enjoyed looking at him. He was so sexy to me. I have a thing for the lanky, nerdy types, and his eyes… oh God they are so beautiful. Not to mention he’s tall too. I love that.

  Anyway, Lance was rambling about work and the crazy customers we’ve had that day and I can tell that he had something on his mind. His heart wasn’t in the rants, and his eyes kept darting away from my face like he wanted to tell me something but hadn’t built up the nerve. I was patient with him hoping that he was on the verge of asking what I’d been waiting for.

  Lance and I were drawn to each other instantly from the day he first started working. I can’t explain what the draw was, not necessarily attraction, although I did think he was cute. It was more like we were kindred spirits.

  “Hi, I’m Lance.” His voice was low and shook ever so slightly. I had to show him around the home theater section where I worked. He wouldn’t make direct eye contact, and I wondered if his shy introduction and behavior had more to do with the new job or me. I shook his hand, looked him in the eye, and cracked a joke. Something along the lines of “don’t be scared” or something like that, and he burst out laughing. We both did. That icebreaker set in mot
ion a working relationship that neither of us had with anyone else. Our co-workers assumed we were either really close friends or much more. There were times when I thought about approaching Lance about taking things further, but my respect for his ongoing relationship with Janice, even though I disapproved, and desire to keep intact what we had wouldn’t let me. Lance was that rare man that could make a girl feel so comfortable in her skin that she wouldn’t mind letting her hair down around him. Working with Lance became so pleasurable that I meticulously kept track of our schedules to see when we had the same shift and when we didn’t, I even asked the manager to make sure we did.

  I even played along with Bobby’s raised eyebrow to my requests knowing that allowing him to believe that Lance was my lover would tip the scale toward schedule change approvals. It worked every time. Ordinarily, you would think managers would deny the request because employees were in a relationship, not Bobby though. I guess he was hoping for some kind of drama at work to break up the monotony. Come to think of it, he’s probably the source of the rumors, but it doesn’t matter now anyway. Hell, if they knew what Lance and I knew at this point, their rumors would seem petty in light of the truth.

  I never told him, but unfortunately I think Lance may have been a victim of the nice guy curse. His geek persona that hid his good looks and shy demeanor aren’t exciting to most women. Sure, when you actually take the time to meet him, you’d find that he’s definitely fiancé material, but therein lays the problem. A lot of women, although they’d deny it, are just as visual as some men. Yes, nice guys do finish last most of the time. So, as he relayed the tale of betrayal, I realized that Janice was one of those fools who had a good man but grew bored and thought that a private rendezvous at work was just what the doctor ordered.

  I tried to comfort Lance as much as possible without coming off as a possible rebound girl for him. I kept things kosher and conversations like those about his ex and the random guy of the week that pissed me off in my crazy dating life created a rapport between us that made it easy to ask each other anything. I guess “anything” really does have no limits.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Proposal In The Break Room

  OK, SO MAYBE I’m a little bit crazy. I was determined to go to that party even as I looked into Emily’s pale blue eyes, and her intense expression made me begin to lose my nerve. Lust kept my lips moving. I found myself rambling chatting it up with her about this and that, nothing important, but she knew something was up. Emily is good like that, but she played it off. When dancing around the big question became so obvious that it seemed like I was broadcasting it with a big neon sign, I finally took a deep breath and asked her straight up. I looked down at my hands and had the urge to cross myself.

  “So, umm, Emily, I heard about this party, and there’s no other way to put this, but it’s on the freaky side. I’d like to go, but I, uh, need a female to roll with me in order to get in.” I gave a nervous laugh and then coughed. “I know it’s sorta crazy coming at you like this, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you slapped or maybe even punched me in the face about this, but since we’re cool and all, I figured I’d ask you.”

  My eyes slowly rose to meet hers. I wanted to project confidence, but my heart thudded, and my lungs contracted as if all the air had left the room. Emily’s eyebrows knitted together in a tight knot, and her intense glare bore through me as if she was literally reading my tornado of thoughts directly as they manifested in my brain. All I kept thinking was “here it comes” as she sat there, unmoving and barely breathing. After what seemed like an hour of waiting, she started laughing.

  “My bad, I’m sorry I asked,” I told her. Granted, laughter was better than a smack to the face and a report to the manager for sexual harassment, but Emily acted as if I had just performed the best stand-up of the year. I started to get a little angry. I went from nervous to incredulous in a heartbeat and that’s when she sobered up.

  She let out a long breath and said, “Yeah, I’ll go,” which made my eyebrows nearly fly off my face.

  This was what I wanted, but nevertheless her response caught me off guard. As the reality of what had just transpired stormed my consciousness in a mad rush, it almost made my head spin. What did this proposal mean for us? I didn’t want to look into it too deep, but I couldn’t resist the urge. Chauvinistic tendencies made me want to think of Emily differently due to her acceptance, but that would make me a hypocrite, so I told myself over and over to go with the flow and reevaluate the silly stuff later. For the moment I was excited, scared, but most of all horny.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Emily

  I COULDN’T BELIEVE what he asked me. Honestly, I thought, hell hoped, that he was about to ask me out on a date. So when he did, but not in the way I expected, I was momentarily stunned, not with disappointment, just temporary shock. As the words travelled around my head, I found myself somewhat impressed. Asking me out to an orgy, which is what he tried to clean up, took a lot of guts.

  I started laughing. It was funny to me. With Lance all serious and giving me his best swag impression combined with the nature of the request, I lost it. It took a few minutes for me to regain my composure. Judging by the look on his face, I could tell he didn’t appreciate that. In a way though, I was flattered that he approached me with this. It meant that there was a certain trust was between us. A trust that I had only thought was more wishful thinking than reality, but he proved that it was much more. It’s probably why I took him up on his offer. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not into sex parties or anything like that. But I was curious. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to check the scene out, and in my mind Lance felt the same, so I didn’t expect much. We’d go if neither of us chickened out at the last minute. Maybe it would be too much, and then we’d leave. That or we’d go, actually have a little fun, then have something to laugh about later and cross an item off our bucket lists. I kept telling myself this as rationality kept trying to talk me out of it.

  I’m not a slut. I tried my best to convey this in my stare as well as the conversation that followed Lance’s request. After the awkward moment when Lance seemed both shocked and confused by my answer, we both returned to menial talk in order to allow the air between us to thin out. We exchanged numbers. That seemed odd as it dawned on both of us that we hadn’t done so previously. It shouldn’t have taken something like this to get us to that point, but beggars can’t choosers.

  Lance and I decided it would be best if we left the details until after work so we ended our lunch in an uneasy truce feigning normalcy, but the rest of the shift was one of the most difficult I had in a very long time.

  My shift was over before Lance’s, which was a good thing because I was an emotional wreck. No matter how cool I played it, my mind wouldn’t allow me to be nonchalant. Had I really told Lance I would go with him to a sex party? I must have asked myself that question several hundred times. The young and stupid or experimental excuse could only console me so much. What freaked me out more was the nagging thought that I really told him yes because of my desire to be with him even if an unconventional way.

  Did that make me desperate? It sure seemed that way. Maybe I should have backed out? In the end, I decided to go through with my commitment. I just hoped that after it was all over, whatever that entailed, Lance wouldn’t think any less of me. I know, that sounds pathetic right?

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Back At The Crib

  I’M GLAD EMILY and I didn’t get off at the same time that day. I know it sounds silly given what I was prepared to do, but I was scared to approach her outside the confines of work. Does that make me a bitch? Maybe. I stared at her number for what seemed like an hour and couldn’t muster the courage to give her a call. I knew I had to. My punk ass kept considering texting Emily the address and hoping for the best. I manned up eventually, but it was much later that night.