Tessa hadn't felt right since she and Danny arrived at the Armstrong's French styled Villa on Saturday night.
Noah and Elaine Coulter greeted them with Elaine planting a sensual kiss on Danny's mouth and Noah doing the same with Tessa.
"We have another couple with us this evening. Burt Adams and... quite frankly, I don't know his escort's name, but she is a stunner, don't you think?"
The stunner was a big breasted blonde whose chest screamed 'plastic.' Her skirt was so short Tessa could see the curve of her ass, and it was clear that if she bent in any direction you would know if she was a natural blonde or not.
A moment later she did, and you couldn't, because she was shaved. There was just a twinkling of pale flesh. Bert had noted Tessa's arrival and had deliberately dropped something like a business card on the floor and then told the blonde to pick it up.
She did, and flashed her shaven pussy at everyone looking at her at that moment.
Danny jabbed Tessa in the arm and said, "Looks like James Bond and Pussy Galore are here tonight."
For Tessa, things worsened quickly. Bert brought his 'pet' over for an introduction. Both Tessa and Danny noticed the dog color the blonde wore at about the same time. There was a leash attached and it was held loosely by her date, Bert.
Tessa took note of the other women in the room. They appeared transfixed by the blonde's capitulation to Bert's obvious dominance over her.
"Hello, you two. I'm Bert Adams. I certainly hope that we can get together at some point this evening." He was talking to Tessa and acting as if Danny didn't exist.
Tessa knew better, but challenged him anyway, saying: "Hello, Bert. Where'd you get your pet, K-Mart?"
Burt acted as if he hadn't heard her remark, "Let me present the lovely Anita. Anita Brownhill. Anita, say hello to these nice people."
The blonde didn't raise her head, just her eyes. "Hello," she said in a small voice.
"I'm teaching Diane to be a submissive." He was ignoring everyone but Danny and Tessa. He wanted someone to play straight man and Tessa had risen to take the bait.
"Isn't she a little, ah, young?"
"Oh, you're never too young to learn, or too old for that matter."
"Tess!" Danny said, wanting to move on.
"Teaching her all the tricks, are you?" Tessa spat out, as much as telling him to go fuck himself.
Bert laughed genially and slowly replied in a soft, low voice, "I'd prefer teaching you. What say you, Danny? Want to trade up?"
Before Danny could respond, Bert added, "You'll love my technique, Tessa. I'd play with your ass, lick you, and stretch out our love-making until you begged me to let you come."
The room had gone silent.
Elaine, the evening's hostess, looked like she wanted to hide, though she couldn't take her eyes off Bert and Tessa.
Bert, with a snide smile calmly asked Tessa if she would like to dance.
Tessa took a step back and glanced at Danny, hoping he'd intervene on her behalf. When he didn't say anything, she demurred, wanting to say something to put him in his place, but unable to think of anything at the moment.
Then she looked him in the eye and said, "You seem to have a date."
"But we're here to swap our dates, isn't that the purpose of the party?"
"No... Ah... No, not necessarily."
"Well, maybe another time." He took the leash and pulled Diane out to the floor just as a tango began.
Tessa's jaw dropped, he was a magnificent dancer!
Everyone watched as he spun the blonde around so fast that her skirt rose to her waist, revealing her vagina to one and all.
Inwardly, Tessa cursed. The son-of-a-bitch loves being the center of attention.
"Jesus Christ!" Danny gulped.
Tessa saw what he meant. Burt had bent the blonde from the waist so that her ass was pointed directly at Tessa and fixed on Tessa's face; he mouthed the words, "Want to kiss it?" It was as though there was some communication only the two of them could hear, as though he owned the world, as though he owned the blonde and Tessa too.
Tessa turned to Danny and said, "I don't like this. Maybe we should just leave!"
"If you want to leave, we'll leave, honey," he replied, but seemed transfixed by the way Burt was treating the blonde.
"I... I have to get out of here," Tessa groaned, before running to the closest powder room.
Danny wasn't the only one fixated on the couple's actions. The crowd formed a circle around them. They were gawking, leering and laughing nervously, but there was no doubt that everyone was enthralled by Burt's treatment of the blonde and her slave-like acceptance in front of her audience.
Then Burt raised his middle finger and inserted it into the blonde's vagina. She closed her eyes and fought to keep her knees from buckling as he fingered her for a full minute, and then brought the finger out and up to his nose and smelled it. He turned and singled out his hostess, Cynthia Armstrong, and with a deliberately elaborate gesture, put the finger in his mouth and sucked on it.
*****
Tess locked the door to the bathroom, sat down on the toilet and put her face in her hands. A moment later she began to rock back and forth.
I can't handle this... this attraction to men like that. I love my husband... why am I attracted to guys like that. I get the heebie-jeebies thinking about the way he treated that poor woman... as if... as if she were his personal slave.
She was pulled out of her dreamy meditation by someone knocking at the door. "Sorry, I'm using the facilities,' she called out, and the person retreated.
Poor Tessa's hands were trembling as she tried wiping the tears streaming down her face.
My mascara will run... I should just go out there and grab Danny by the arm and waltz the hell out. We can go home and make love... Do we really need others to satisfy us sexually?
Oh, God... is he already off in a bedroom fucking one of them? Or has he left? Would he leave me here? No, I doubt it. But he might just let himself go off with any one of them, even the blonde. Especially the blonde, damn her!
The bathroom began to feel like a cell. From the door to the back wall it had just barely enough length for a small linen closet, a plain sink below an ordinary medicine cabinet with a weak light, the toilet, and the one fancy thing — an old-fashioned bathtub with four claw feet. It was perfect for her. The tiny, casement window at the back wall had milky glass, so she was cut off from the world. It was cold like a cell. Was that because it was all tiles, colorless ones, black and white, set in checkerboard?
Tessa hunched down and hugged her arms close to her body. She couldn't hear them coupling from in here, just vague sounds, but she knew they were fornicating, in pairs, in threesomes, even with the occasional woman pulling a train. It was all happening out there and Danny was right in the middle of it all, happily fucking someone, not thinking about her, not even for the briefest moment.
Someone else knocked at the door. It seemed to reverberate off the tiles. She realized she had a headache from the sharp noises ricocheting off the walls. Tessa pressed her palms to her temples. There were hammering noises in her head.
"Tessa?" It was Danny! "Hey, let me in, kiddo."
"Danny?" She wondered if her voice was strong enough to get though the door.
"Get up, stupid. Open the door. Your husband is on the other side. He's not with one of the others, he wants you. It's maybe seven feet to the door. Open it!
Fighting an impulse to curl up fetus-like in the corner, Tessa made it to the door and opened it.
Danny rushed in and found her trembling, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Hold me!" she cried meekly. And he took her into his arms and held her so tightly she thought he might break her in half, but didn't care if he did.
"Oh, you're quite a mess, makeup wise, honey," he said and wet a face cloth in the sink. Tessa remained standing as he gently washed her mascara stained face, and tossed the wash cloth into the sink basin.
"Just a sec, honey," he said and took a moment to lock the bathroom door again.
