Part 4 - A Retreat in Tahiti
Chapter 12 - Getting Out of Town
Visions of tropical bliss in thatched huts drove the women into a near frenzy of activity to get ready. Eleanor, the former real estate agent, was now our PR person and very busy shaping Joan Middleton's new image.
We shared a bed in the hotel suite, which provided time for both work and play. Neither of us was used to the open sexuality of the males in the group, who turned us on with bold looks and soft caresses. Several evenings, when there had been after dinner sex at Pat's, we fell into bed together, giggling like coeds after multiple orgasms at the hands of Tony, Roy and Clyde.
"We are very naughty," she whispered in my ear. "They are so casual about just rolling my body on a hard cock!"
Pinching a stiff nipple, I whispered back, "You are such a hot, sexy thing. If I had a cock, it would be chasing you in seconds!" Then I added, with a tipsy laugh, "Maybe I need a strapon for the trip!"
Sitting up, she hissed, "They will take it away and paddle your butt. Their cocks will be insulted!"
"With all the women along on this trip, the cocks will be worn out!"
In the morning, Pat would arrive with deli lattes and fresh croissant.
"Up, you lazy things, there is work to do!" As a group, we took the elevator to the fitness floor and spent an hour beating ourselves up on treadmills and weights, followed by laps in the pool.
Back in the suite, we lounged around after showers, mostly without clothes, while the day's chores were reviewed. I'd never been in a sorority in school, but the female atmosphere was like a warm cocoon of growing sisterhood. It was so different from my experience as CEO, where loyalty was compelled by salary and job title. In this group, job titles were here and gone on a daily basis, more laughed at than not. When I suggested something needed doing, it was only seconds before there was a volunteer.
One afternoon, Pat and I were sprawled in the office room of the suite.
"Girlfriend, why is it so easy to get things done these days? It was never like that at the trucking company."
"You probably don't know it, but you are a natural leader. You have arranged the money part of our jobs so there is no worry. You have set a goal for your new organization that attracts the altruistic side of your helpers. You pay attention to us individually. Is that enough explanation?"
"What about the sex?"
She flopped on top of me. "Yes, what about the sex? You've liberated yourself, and the rest of your sluts are getting all the cock they ever wanted and then some."
The kisses were hot, and interrupted by Gloria and Ellie. "I'll be damned, in the middle of the afternoon?"
We hustled them into the bedroom and closed the door. A wrestle on the bed followed. Fingers explored moist places. Finally, Pat sat up and asked, "You are here for a reason?"
I was amazed at the natural chemistry between the black woman from Jamaica and the white woman from the Bronx. They completed each other's sentences, and were in constant body motion with kicks, slaps, punches and kisses.
Today's issue was the final press conference before leaving for the South Pacific. We were preparing tidbits for the press to massage while Joan was away. Not serious detail, but enough information to make page 2.
They had a typed script for Pat and me to read. Try to read, that is, while our feet were massaged.
"Stop that. You are bad."
"Shut up and read. We've got stuff in there about a headquarters on Long Island, a nonprofit foundation dedicated to support of xxx, and initial funding of fifty million. Is that too much, or too little? What about nosey reporters with investigative instincts? What will they find in their digging?"
Pat smiled and squeezed my hand. "Most of the people they would try to bribe for information are going on the trip, and wouldn't take a bribe anyway. They might squirrel some of the details of the Calabrese settlement, but we don't care much about that, do we?"
I shook my head. "Old history by now. I lost that fight and have moved on. This looks fine, but we need to edit the business about what the foundation is going to do. Needs a few more specifics. Some people in town we might partner with are going to be reading the coverage."
Gloria said, "The males need to be consulted. If we order them to take us to a quiet place, we can talk without being molested. At least, that is the idea."
Ellie was working my back muscles and said, "You better work up your nastiest threats. They are going to be sitting next to four dressed up lovelies, with makeup and scent, trying to talk business."
She turned to me, "Joan, do her threats scare them?"
"She is a wonder in the ring. Boxes like a man, and kicks like a street fighter."
We walked out to brief the female actors who were doubling as our office staff. They had the script down already.
"You are at an unknown destination and not reachable. Lowly mortals like ourselves are not allowed to know any trip details. We are not sure of the return date, but maybe in a month. No, the CEO and the CFO of the new foundation are not available, they are on the trip."
Pat and I were clapping. "Terrific. Keep that up and you will be running everything soon."
In a fashionable leather case on a desk were two fancy satellite phones with chargers. A desk drawer held the two matching phones for this end. Katie asked, "Can we check in every so often? It gets lonely without you around."
Pat kissed one and I kissed the other, full on the lips. In the middle of sighs, I said, "Call us anytime, but maybe you don't get an answer if something important is going on." More sighs and pointed fingers. "And don't let anyone see the phones."
Heading out down the hall, Pat fisted me, "Boss, you are having fun, aren't you?"
"Damn right." I laughed all the way to the elevator.
In the cab on the way to meet Tony and Roy, Clyde pressed my hand and said, "I've been meaning to ask you about boy-girl matchups on this trip. Maybe Pat needs to check around to see if there are some partners who need to be invited."
"Oh shit," I said to myself. He was absolutely right, as usual.
Pat said, "My god, how did we miss that? Instant crisis."
We were so panicked, we made the men let the four of us commandeer the end of the table and coerced a yellow pad from the reception desk.
After fifteen minutes of scribbling, there were eight names down the left side, of whom six had a name to the right. That left two singles, Ellie and me. Gloria smirked and drew a double headed arrow between our names
Ellie poked me. "Girlfriend, that arrow is going to cause a lot of trouble."
I sat back and sipped the neglected gin and tonic in front of me. We had been freely sharing three expert cocks among five pussies. Five pussies that liked the loving they were getting so much that jealousy had not entered into the fun and games.
"But Joan," I said silently to myself, "that is not a recipe for stable relationships. Promiscuous fucking, despite its attractions, never is."
Ellie was next to me and I pulled her close for a whisper. "Sexpot, I am not queer and neither are you. We need mates, at least temporary ones, instead of stealing from our friends."
The other women detected what was going on and took action. Gloria grabbed Tony by the ear and sat in his lap.
"Boyfriend, there has been a change in plans. Give the Maitre 'd a Franklin and say we have a mission critical business emergency and we will be back soon, but not tonight. The women will find takeout and join the three of you at Pat's in forty-five minutes."
She added, so everyone could hear, "There will be rewards for good behavior."
