Chapter 5 - The Fine Print
On the afternoon of Witherspoon’s party, you all meet at Max and Jenny’s house again. When you and Erin arrive, Max ushers you into the living room and hands out soft drinks. Jenny is there waiting, dressed in a modest business suit with a big suitcase by her side. You and Erin join her on the couch and everyone is sitting on the edge of their seats, visibly tense.
“Ok, everyone.” says Max with a sigh. “I know we are all nervous and some of us might be having second thoughts, but I wanted to just review the ground rules with you.”
You and Erin exchange a questioning glance and Max continues. “See we signed a contract for the modeling services this week and I included some provisions. First, no touching will be allowed.” He stops and looks significantly at his wife.
“What?” she asks defensively. “Do we have to go over this again?” She glances at you and Erin nervously, and blushes slightly. “I told you, I was a little drunk. I was just playing along…”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” says Max, pursing his lips. “But that’s a clear provision in this contract that no guests will request or attempt to make physical contact with either model.”
“What if the models initiate contact?” asks Erin sweetly and the blood drains from you face as you look at her in surprise.
“I uh, didn’t specify anything about that…” stammers Max.
“Can’t you tell she’s teasing?” says Jenny with a chuckle, and you and Max laugh uneasily while Erin and Jenny exchange sly smiles.
“Anyway, moving on…” says Max, scanning through the contract in his hand.
You stare pointedly at Erin and she looks back at you with a startled expression. “Seriously, dear, I was just teasing.” she says. “I know we were pretty wild during that first party, but we had our husbands right there to protect us so it was easier to get carried away. Also, Jenny and I agreed to a two drink limit tonight.”
“Good idea…” you say hesitantly.
Erin smiles and puts her arms around you. “Come on, Ted. This is going to be fun. Think about how much fun we’ve had revisiting the events of the first party together.”
Jenny gives you a knowing nod and then winks at you and your stomach flips a little bit thinking of how she looked baring her breasts for those men that night.
Max clears his throat. “Right, so…Moving on… Security will be provided of course. Oh yes, I specified that neither model will be required to fully disrobe at any point. They will be allowed to wear some garment covering their bikini area at all times. You know, this is supposed to be a lingerie party, right?” He looks at the wives plaintively.
“25k Max.” says Jenny with a wry smile. “Some of our ‘bikini areas’ are probably going be uncovered tonight. Just remember that there is 25k in it for you… not to mention the improved quality of our own… calisthenics.”
“Oh, I know, the calisthenics have greatly improved since the first party, I’m just letting you know that you can fall back on these provisions if necessary.” Max pulls up an ottoman and sits right in front of Jenny and Erin. “Look. You and Erin talk a good game, and I know you had fun during the first party, but this is going to be a totally different ball game. You are going into an unfamiliar setting and you will be surrounded by total strangers.”
“Hopefully.” snorts Erin, “I would perish if someone from the lab saw me doing this.”
“Unlikely.” you laugh, “Probably not many lab techs hobnob with billionaires on a regular basis.”
“I’m trying to be serious for a minute here, Ted.” says Max with a pained expression. “You two might find your confidence shriveling once you get there. These provisions offer some protection. Remember, there is a business deal at the bottom of this and you aren’t obligated to do anything really unseemly. I actually outline a list of things that you won’t be required to do, no insertion of objects, that sort of thing.”
“Oh Max…” says your wife, putting her hand over her mouth. “Insertion of objects?”
“Yeah, exactly. No sassy comment in response to that, huh?” says Max with a frown.
“Jeez, don’t scare her.” scolds Jenny. She turns to Erin and takes her hand. “Come on, dear. You met this fellow Witherspoon, he was perfectly polite. I’m sure we will have a marvelous time and if we ever feel uncomfortable, we will just walk right out of there.”
“In our lingerie!” exclaims Erin, getting back into the spirit.
“Sure, why not?” laughs Jenny.
At that moment, the doorbell rings. And Max goes to answer the door. He returns with a big man in a black suit.
“Your car is here, ladies.” he says formally. “The driver has offered to carry your luggage to the car.”
“Hello, folks.” says the driver genially. “Is this the bag here? Please, allow me.” he grabs the bag and heads out the door.
You and Max both embrace your wives briefly and then walk them to the door.
“Have fun, girls.” you say, feeling slightly nauseous thinking of what lays ahead.
“Don’t wait up.” laughs Jenny with a wave.
Then the driver opens the door for them and drives them away.
“There they go, Max. They are being carted off to go entertain a billionaire’s friends with their bodies.” you say, shaking your head.
“That’s a nice way to put it.” he says with a frown.
“It’s true.” you say.
“Alright, the girls might have a two-drink limit tonight, but we don’t.” he says. “Let’s head over to the club and drown our sorrows.”
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