As soon as I could after leaving my last class on Monday, I found a private place where I could read more carefully the seven-word message Bethany texted to me during class. It had momentarily excited me. Normally a message from Bethany would have a much longer-lasting and very arousing effect, but her slightly suggestive message was competing right then with my still-simmering anger over a confrontation with the professor during class.
By the time I got back to my apartment, though, Bethany's rather cryptic "Call me, lover - I'll make your day," message had completely erased any thought of the ivy-covered professor's droning lecture inside the ivy-covered walls of my university.
"Tom! Thanks for calling back," she remarked cheerily.
I briefly explained to her that her call was actually a welcome remedy for the crappy afternoon class.
"Well, then I'm doubly sure the favor I'm going to ask of you will improve your day," she said.
"Let's hope," I answered with more residual grumpiness than her good effort deserved.
"Oh, it will!" she said with a hint of sexy mystery. "Would you be able to come over to The Club on Saturday afternoon and spend the night?"
Immediately my testosterone level shot up and blew the needle right off my horny meter. The thought of being able to once again feel Bethany's very hairy pussy working its magic around my cock surrounded inside her hot wet slit while she was cowgirling and moaning on top of me was enough to reduce me to a blubbering mass of gibberish. It took me a moment to recover.
"Sure," I squeaked in the voice more resembling that of a pubescent teenage boy rather than a 24-year old man.
Her acute hearing had picked up on my response. She decided to play with me a little.
"Of course, if you already have other plans..." she began.
"What time do you want me there?" I interrupted with undisguised eagerness. Then it occurred to me that Saturday nights were usually the busiest night at The Club. "But don't you have to work?"
"If you could get her about two p.m., that would be great. And no, I won't have to work. I thought I had told you that twice a year we shut down for a day or two of top-to-bottom cleaning, painting, repairs. You know, stuff that keeps the place looking and smelling fresh and clean for our members and their guests. It also gives the chef a chance to experiment with some new dinner dishes and it lets our housekeeping staff recharge their batteries, too. I stay at my apartment here at the club to oversee the contractors' work."
"So it'll just be you and me," I said with no effort to hide my pleasure.
There was a momentary pause.
"Well, no. Not exactly."
Uh-oh. I didn't like the sound of that response at all.
I tried to present an air of nonchalance. "Oh, okay. Um, who else will be there?"
Bethany's subdued but cute giggle suggested I had just been ensnared by her wily trap.
"There will be two other guests with us," she answered. She paused again. "Risa and Misako Sato will be there with us as well," she said slowly and distinctly so there would be no misunderstanding on my end.
"Oh?" I said trying to restrain my growing excitement even more now. In fact, I was trying and failing miserably to completely conceal it. Bethany broke out laughing.
By now she was able to read me well enough to be able to play me as if I were a violin and she was the concert master.
Bethany had astutely observed that even though I knew Misako was a transgender woman, I found her to be drop-dead gorgeous and irresistibly sexy. Bethany gleefully noticed that Mikki and I had made no real effort to conceal our sexual attractions to each other, just as I had noticed Bethany and Misako's sister Risa obviously had the hots for each other.
I think that my undisguised attraction for trans woman Mikki may have even stoked Bethany's sexual fire even more when she was with me. As Bethany had once told me after one of our afternoon horizontal sessions, "You guys get turned on seeing a couple of us women together, so why would you think my visualizing a hunk like you going dick-on-dick with a gorgeous ladyboy like Mikki wouldn't excite me?"
Bethany continued our present-day conversation, saying, "Surely you haven't forgotten that you agreed to introduce Mikki formally to The Club members and guests at Mikki's upcoming photo exhibit?"
That stopped me cold. As best I could recall, we had not set a definite date for the exhibit which would be in conjunction with The Club's theme night of "Boys Will Be Girls." Had I forgotten to put something on my calendar for this Saturday night? Panic was creeping in.
"No, I haven't forgotten, but I didn't think you had set a date for it yet."
Now Bethany's voice was all business again.
"I haven't. And I really do want to get it on the calendar so The Club can start to seriously promote it. Saturday's meeting will hopefully get us closer to being able to firm up the schedule. It'll also give the four of us some private time to get more comfortable with each other in an informal setting with no one else around.
It's an unusual and risky entertainment attraction for The Club to invite Mikki to exhibit her photos that sometimes generate spontaneous and very sexually explicit responses including intense orgasms among some audience members. As The Club's manager it's my job to do everything I can to ensure that it goes off smoothly. Now we've reached the point that I want to meet with you and Risa and Mikki to walk and talk through what you and Mikki will be doing when each of you are in front of the live audience."
"I thought you had already met with Risa and Mikki to discuss that," I said.
"No, not exactly. Until now I've talked only on the telephone with Mikki to learn more about her personally, but the preceding in-person meetings were just between Risa and me to discuss the arrangement of Misako's photos, the staging, lighting, sound, and other operational and layout details. Now the four of us need to meet to finalize the timing and presentation. It's especially essential that the four of us talk about what kind of discussion and other interaction you and Mikki may have with the audience members."
"What discussion and interaction?" I asked with growing interest but also a little concern.
"Since I've been The Club's manager, I've always been the one to introduce the evening's entertainment at the conclusion of dinner. Then we adjourn and go to wherever the particular entertainment dictates, usually the arena bedroom scene set. You've already seen that from the audience perspective. There's usually little or no interaction between the audience and the evening's performers. My plan is that this year's 'Boys Will Be Girls' night will be a big departure from that practice.
I'll still do that after-dessert intro at our 'Boys Will Be Girls' night, but it will be even shorter than usual. I will 'tease' the audience to feel free to openly express what they are feeling while they are looking at Mikki's photo exhibit. Then I'll turn it over to you two to take whatever questions they may have about what they will be seeing and possibly feeling as they view the exhibit. I'll encourage their questions to you two to be frank and stimulating.