It was Terri that woke me from a totally exhausted, dreamless sleep. It took a while for me to even come awake enough to realize who she was or where I was. Recollection came sweeping over me like a wave of pure sex. She helped me up, put the toga garment back on me and led me towards the entryway to go back up to my suite. As we walked across the large room I saw that each section of the room contained a suspended hammock-like stretcher like the one I had been on. Two of them were still occupied and, like mine, they were completely covered with a silk sheet.
From one the controls to the machine had been dropped to the floor for the occupant to take a well deserved, (I knew), rest. Terri gave me a conspiratorial shush sign as we walked by to let the unknown person enjoy her nap. The other was still being actively used. Terri whispered that "this one" is a real glutton. She had been here for hours. The sounds of endless orgasm from the lips of the person as well as the sounds of the machines attached to her body combined with the soft background music in the room to create a surreal world of sensuality. It also brought to me the thought as to how unreal this whole experience was compared to my normal life.
I was escorted to my suite and Terri helped me get myself back together; to dress in another toga style garment, and apply a little makeup. She said when I was ready that "Beth" would like to speak with me. When I indicated my curiosity Terri only shrugged her shoulders indicating she didn't know what the significance was. She called a number on the intercom. A few minutes later there was a discreet knock on the door. Terri answered it to let in what could only be described as a grandmotherly looking woman in her late 50's or early 60's, steel grey hair, medium height, wearing a toga type garment similar to my own. With the soft folds of the garment revealing her figure it occurred to me that she had probably had some surgical help to have a figure that would belong to a woman thirty years younger. It was also a face I had seen but couldn't place immediately.
As Terri left the room Beth came forward to introduce herself and said it was about time to take some of the mystery out of the "weekend of carnal delight".
Her story:
"As I was coming up in the business world I would read of the club for men only in the San Francisco area where the real movers and doers assemble once a year to frolic, let go, and bond. That such a club exists had always seemed to me to be completely sexist. By the time I became CEO of my first company it was plain to me that there was virtually no networking at all for senior women executives thereby creating a vacuum both in power and information."
"Particularly in the double standard of matters sexual it always seemed to me that there was the greatest disparity between business persons, male and female. Where a businessman had something going with anyone, provided it was a "she" and an adult, he was usually looked at either with envy, indulgence or pride. If a businesswoman had something going it was probably because she was a tramp, would probably make her vulnerable to releasing confidential information with her pillow talk, proved that she couldn't be trusted, etc. and in general was a threat to her male boss, or subordinates or co-workers because, if she was doing any messing around it should be with them, because, if she wasn't, then their masculinity was
directly affected. (As a side note it was not their own masculinity they worried about but the way they were afraid their male co-workers would perceive it). Also, sin of all sins, that if she had anything sexual to do with another woman then that was even more of a threat and "logically" that could definitely not be tolerated."
"With that as background and since I happen to be bisexual it necessitated that I had to be extremely discreet in any extra- curricular affairs I had and even more so if it involved another woman. The VERY few close friendships I developed with other women in the business world turned out to have thoughts very similar to my own and, major surprise to top them all, that most very successful business women happen to be bisexual at least by the time they reach middle age."
"On my fortieth birthday my husband of ten years, (old school, old money, lazy) finally couldn't take it any more that I made more salary than he did and decided to trade me in on another model. That was the same day I found the sale had gone through for my purchase of my first company so I could be both CEO and principal stockholder. To be truthful I can't really blame my ex-husband as I wasn't really that interested in sex in those days as I spent most of my energies on my career. It was only about a year later that I entered into a relationship with a woman and found that I have indeed a very intense interest in things sexual but that I just hadn't been sufficiently encouraged to give in to those feelings. I also found with time that for me, and most others after they admit it, that sexual stimulus is even more intense when done in the company of several people provided they are persons you trust. I feel there is some degree of exhibitionism in all of us, some just more than others, provided such things can happen under controlled and completely confidential
conditions. Those conditions being the exact opposite of the "old boy network" philosophy where they want to "strut their stuff" for All their other male friends."
