Note from Bookbuddy: This series of tails filed under Novel follows a group of like mind people who join forces to create a world where sex and love are separate worlds. They build a community focused on bringing all forms of sexual activity to those pursuing it for pleasure without shame.
New readers, I recommend starting at chapter 1 to understand the characters and background. Everyone else, thanks for continuing to support this tale.
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First there was the text, frightening in itself. June had passed on Dave's contact details to Dennis's mum. Great, he was going to wear the wrath of their voyeur's mum. She would probably make a deal of them messing with his phone and stealing his porn, especially him and his mum, going at it.
The phone vibrated on the desk, unknown caller. His stomach knotted, his throat dried. He knew who it was alright. Should he answer this call? He finally flicked the green handset icon to answer.
The voice responding to his bland greeting surprised him with a deep, warm feminine tone, soft and mildly sexy. No sound of the rage he'd expected.
"Is this David Stapleton." she asked
"Yes, who's asking."
"This is Madeleine Palinski. I think we need to talk; we have a sensitive matter we need to discuss."
"Do we need to talk about it now I'm kinda busy at work?" He replied, looking at an empty desk with a blank screen.
Madeleine suggested they meet at a Coffee Club just down the road, she would see him there at twelve-fifteen. She has red hair, wearing a red top and is carrying a red handbag. Screwed she's power dressing, he described his clothes before hanging up.
Two days ago Dave and his friends had been disturbed in their apartment by a Voyeur, peering in the window watching them have sex, while filming it in one hand and pulling his dick in the other hand. A rumble had occurred as a result and Dennis the Voyeur had been punished by the flatmates and we had lifted all his homemade porn from his phone. June had left a video message for Dennis's mum Madeleine Palinski saying they need to talk, and now Dave faced that ugly prospect.
Queuing to order behind Madeleine, a creeping sickness filled David's stomach, pushing his appetite away, gurgling like a spar and producing more and more gas sitting uncomfortably in his bowel. How to release without noise, fear of their conversation taking over his insides. Just a little release and test if it would make a noise. Ah it didn't great, oh no rotten eggs. Dave looked behind, blaming the rest of the queue. Madeleine didn't seem to notice. At least that's a blessing.
He fiddled with his chicken wrap as if poisoned. Certain a tirade of abuse would engulf him, he struggled to start the conversation. Dave needn't have worried. It started in a way that floored him.
Madeleine's warm, smiling voice eased his mind. "Was that you? What a stink, I nearly puked."
Dave grinned at her and responded. "Yes, sorry, it was a ripper, wasn't."
Her demeanour changed, her voice shaking as if her confidence was draining. "It's me who has to apologise for my son's intrusion into your privacy with his fucking smartphone. Honestly, I don't know where he gets his ideas from sometimes."
Dave thought carefully before replying and tried to answer in a stern schoolmaster's voice. God knows he had heard plenty of them in his high school days, and what a cheek she had been the one to introduce him to most things. "His behaviour was upsetting to my flatmate and her friend. Still, it's over now and I hope he learnt a lesson."
Some of her playfulness returned as she took in what Dave said. "Thanks for not calling the cops. It embarrassed him to lose the videos of your neighbours playing up. He thought I would be furious. I had warned him time and time again that he'd be in serious trouble if ever caught filming like that. He just didn't listen."
"No harm done. Actually June, my girlfriend, would like him to return. He has a fantastic eye with the camera and well other benefits."
Madeleines' full playfulness returned. "I understand what she is saying. I don't know where that monster came from. He certainly didn't get it from his dad. He's the opposite. Did she have to beat his nuts so hard; he is still bruised and swollen, I can't do anything......."
She trailed off as she realised she had overstepped the mark with a stranger.
"Madeleine..." Dave started.
"Call me Maddie. It's like being back at a school when you call me Madeleine."
"Maddie, we know what you and your son do. We have no problem with that. Having sex for the sheer pleasure of it is what we all do in our world. It's separate from our emotional bonds. If they coincide from time to time, then that's even better, but you should not avoid one, because you don't have the other."
"Interesting philosophy, so you're in a swingers' club, is that what you are saying?"
"No, you miss the point. We see it as a lifestyle choice. We live together, love together and play together. We at the same time are building a small internet porn presence. It won't make much money, but it gives us a commercial focus."
Maddie studied Dave as he spoke, responding with. "If you are making films and stuff, I assume you need a beautician, then?"
"Um, not sure I would have to consult with June."
"You need to consult her for everything then?" She was quick to follow up.
"We make joint decisions, and she would understand what a beautician does better than I, and therefore know if it's something useful for our group."
