Hailey lets herself out of the passenger side of the car. She takes a deep breath of the nighttime air.
Nick closes his driver's side door, locking the car with the key fob. "How do you feel?" he asks her.
"Ready to suck cock," Hailey says, a hungry smile on her face. A daring smile.
"Let's not keep you waiting," Nick replies.
Hailey is already tall, and in her heels, she is towering. Sheer black hose on her legs, her legs the only thing visible below her long, tan trench.
"This is last season's trench," Hailey says to Nick, taking his arm. "Think they'll mind I'm out of fashion?"
Hailey laughs and Nick laughs with her.
"My oh my," Hailey says as Nick guides her up the flagstone steps of the house's front walk. "Looks like any old suburban home on a cul de sac," she says, then looks around at all the many cars parked up the long drive and along the rounded curbs of the cul de sac.
"Looks like the neighbors are having a party," Hailey says to Nick. "Do you think the neighbors notice all the single men who got out of the cars? Oh!" Hailey has a revelation. "Do you think the neighbors know about it, like, know about it because they're also going to be guests?"
Nick smiles, loving her and her sense of humor. There is no need to respond, for by then they are at the front door, and ringing the bell, and Hailey's heart is pounding pure adrenaline.
The ding and the dong of the bell chiming inside the house.
The clicks and the clacks of opening the door.
The smiling, beautiful blonde, chubby face of the Hostess.
"You made it!" the beautiful blonde hairspray Southern updo hostess beams with the cheer of a Kappa at Charleston, which she once was and still was, in her way.
"Marcy! Howareyou?" Hailey beams back, running her words together like the juicy Georgia Peach she was and would ever be, down to the pit.
The women air kiss and real hug.
"I don't wanna kiss you--"
"Yeah my makeup--"
"It's gonna get real smeared. But, later." Marcy laughs.
Hailey laughs with her.
"So this is your man?" Marcy asks, turning to Nick. "Come in, come in," she continues, leading them into the house, closing the door behind them, indicating that she wants to continue the conversation inside.
"I am," Nick says.
"Lucky boy," Marcy says. "Very lucky." She drawls it out and is sincere. "Think she can handle them all?" Marcy asks Nick, teasingly.
"Marcy!" exclaims Hailey playfully.
"I know she can," Nick says proudly.
"Cuz she can handle you, huh?" Marcy asks.
"You got it. You should see sometime, she's beautiful with it, and it feels even better," Nick boasts of Hailey.
"Oh, I think I'm gonna see a whole lot tonight, sugar," Marcy replies, and laughs. "I think I'm gonna see her handle a whole lot of it tonight, and gonna make 'em feel real, real good, baby," and Marcy touches Nick's face, teasing his cheek with the elegant long nail of her index finger. Her manicure was tastefully sexy, like a Kappa's from Charleston would always be before the weekly House meeting.
Although it sounds like people have gathered in a room close-by on this floor, Hailey leads them downstairs. Easy, pleasing party music is wafting up from the basement, and can be heard throughout the house.
The womens' heels click and clack coming down the narrow wooden stairs, tight and claustrophobic. But as soon as they are at the bottom of the stairs, they see it. The home-made Glory-Hole wall.
They are at the bottom of the stairs in a small, windowless room in the basement. The lights are all on, so Nick and Hailey can see how this finished, basement room in the suburbs has been turned into a secret, private sex club. The room is shortened by the placement of the homemade wall, which is, in actuality, a construction of wooden doors, all different, all taken from different places, and joined together by hinges, door-to-door-to-door, so they could be folded out and set up like a wall, with locks to hold them steady in position, and then unlocked and disassembled for storage. Each door panel has been cut with generously-sized holes at three-different heights, from the highest height on the left to the lowest height on the right.
The final panel of the wall is a real door, a door still functioning as a door, and it is open to the other side.
On the other side, there are soft benches and chairs, and already there are two women and four men milling about behind the wall and socializing, all of whom Marcy introduces to Hailey and Nick. One of the women has been here for each month's party for the past six months. Her husband is Navy, and he is stationed at Indian Head. Her husband has duty at the last minute, and could not come with her, but is going to "fuck the shit out of me when I get home and he gets off duty." The other woman is a first-timer like Hailey.
One of the men is the first-timer's husband, a doctor from Chantilly. The other two men are the host, who is also Marcy's husband, and the host's friend, who together with the host and Marcy, run these monthly, friendly, adult get-togethers.
The pre-party gossip is that it is going to be very crowded tonight. There have been a lot of registrations.
"There's an Air Force Transport Wing that just rotated back to Andrews," the veteran partygoer says over a Malibu and Pineapple. "And you know how helicopter pilots are," she jokes. "What do they call it? They love those centrifugal forces!"
Everyone laughs, Hailey leading the laughter.
"So what counts as a lot? How many do you expect tonight?" asks the other first-timer.
"No more than you can handle, sugar," Marcy reassures her.
"Seventy-two registrations," the veteran says, checking an App on her phone. "And usually we get ninety, ninety-five percent to show up."
