Dirty White Candy, Ultimate Vacation, Book 2 Read online

  “What’s that?”

  “I want you to be open, of course. But I want you to have fun. Enjoy yourself. It’s an all-expense paid vacation. Even our alcohol is completely free. This can be two weeks of fun, relaxation and total craziness!”

  “I’m sure I will have fun. But you have to promise not to worry about how I feel. If I’m going to a swinger’s resort, I know exactly what to expect. I wouldn’t go if it were going to bother me. I think it will actually turn me on to see someone else fuck the hell out of you.” He was whispering, but I could still hear the throaty growl behind the “fuck the hell out of you,” statement.

  I took a deep breath, “ I promise to try not to worry.”

  “Good.”

  We sat in silence. I found myself happy that Grenalda had opened my robe. The warm foot treatment had me sweating. I enjoyed a few finger sandwiches while I sipped on my champagne.

  “This is really relaxing, John. Thank you.”

  John gave a grin and a wink. “This is just the beginning. I have you until tomorrow, remember? You promised.”

  “Yes, I remember.”

  Michelle started cleaning the wax off my feet then invited me to lay on the table, covering my lady bits with a towel after taking my robe. John was on the table next to me. For the next hour, we both received full body massages and warm stone treatments.

  “Time to retreat to the bath,” Michelle announced. She had to say it twice as I had started to doze.

  John and I had eased ourselves into steaming tubs of perfumed and oiled water. Michelle had kneeled behind John and Grenald had kneeled behind me. They placed towels under our heads and started to apply a mud mask. When they were finished, they put sliced cucumbers on our eyes.

  “I’m going to snore!” I complained.

  “I won’t hear you because I’ll be asleep. I’m so damned relaxed,” John moaned.

  I felt a hand under my elbow, run up to my wrist. “Here is your champagne, ma’am.” It was Michael. “Set it here.” He guided my hand down. “Also, on your left side is more fruit if you want it. It does not matter if you drop it in the bath as you are surrounded by fruit juice and essence already.” He didn’t say anything else as I heard the wisp of his soft soled slippers move away from me. He gave the same instructions to John then disappeared.

  “I can’t see a damned thing,” John complained.

  “Take the cucumbers off your eyes.” I teased.

  “No, they’re there for a reason. I can find a glass and fruit in the dark, if I have to.”

  I giggled.

  “Michelle?” he called out.

  “Yes, sir,” she answered.

  “I use my hands a lot at work. Is there anything you can do so they’re not quite so rough for the lady?” he asked.

  “I will have to remove your champagne, and move the fruit plate sir, but yes.”

  “I’ve had enough fruit,” I interrupted.

  “Very well then.”

  I heard the plate scrape against the tile as she took it. Moments later I heard containers of liquid being placed around John. They told him to put his hands inside and from the sound, he had complied.

  “Ma’am!”

  “Huh, what?” I must have fallen asleep.

  “I’m going to clean the mud off your face. Please keep your eyes closed.” Michelle was wiping my face with a soft warm cloth. I also heard the water draining from the tub around me. “A shower head is being lowered down. There is no soap because we only need you to rinse off with water, your hair included.”

  “Okay,” I was confused, but had been so relaxed thus far there was no need to argue. Once John and I were both rinsed off, we were handed warmed robes to put on and I was handed a towel for my hair.

  We were led to a dining area where everyone was in robes and towels. We were given strong coffee and menus.

  “I’m really not all that hungry,” I told John.

  “Look at the portion sizes. Just order what you like. I guess they assume you’ve been eating finger sandwiches, fruit and champagne, but it’s also four o’clock in the afternoon. This is our last meal of the day, so you should eat.”

  Fighting the urge to interrogate him, I picked out what I wanted and ordered when our server arrived.

  “So after we eat, we have one more stop to make before we go back to change and grab your bag.”

  It was irritating that he knew what was going on and I didn’t. But I smiled and started on my walnut salad.

  “No clue as to what we’re doing tonight?”

  “I will tell you in the truck before we get there. You cannot steal my element of surprise.” John sipped at his tiny cup of soup, looking up at me with mischievous eyes.

  Not a spaz. Nope, wasn’t going to be a spaz. I smiled back at him

  “Relax, I was just curious. Don’t be such a spaz,” I said winking at him.

  After our dinner, we were lead back to our changing room where we changed back into our clothes. Instead of leading me to the truck, he pulled my hand and led me into a beauty salon adjacent to the building we were just in.

  “Can I help you?” The lady behind the desk looked annoyed.

  He slid his business card to her. “I have an appointment for the both of us.”

  She looked at the name and typed it into her computer. “I see. Come with me.” She stood from behind the desk in her stiletto heels.

  John and I followed her into the salon. “Have a seat, someone will be right with you.”

  “Hello, I’m Raul. How can I help you today?” A short thin man approached me from behind and started inspecting my hair immediately.

  “I want her to have slutty hair and make-up. Do her up like a high class porn star.” John didn’t bat an eyelash as a woman started combing through his hair, spraying it with water.

  “You want this?” Raul asked me.

  “Whatever the man says,” I agreed, praying I wouldn’t regret it.

  “Fake eyelashes, the whole nine yards,” John added. “I don’t want working girl slutty, porn star slutty. Can you do it?”

  “You were promised this on the phone?” Raul asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Very well then. Darling, your hair was just chemically treated, yes?” he asked. That was a hair dresser’s polite way of asking if I had a dye job.

  “Yes, two weeks ago.”

  He frowned then began working, aggressively scrubbing my hair, leaving little skin on my scalp. When he was done giving me sexy hair, which included temporary extensions, he sat me down with a cosmetologist.

  “Special night, huh?” she asked.

  “I have no idea. This is all a surprise, but having my date ask to have me made up like a porn star has me a little worried.” I snickered.

  “Yes, well I’m going to interpret his man-terms into a Smokey dramatic eye with long eyelashes and a bold lip.” She smiled as she started using a cotton round with some sort of astringent cleaner on my face.

  “Good, I won’t look like a two dollar whore then, right?”

  “Oh honey, I couldn’t do that to a woman. You’ll look great, you have my word. Dramatic, not trashy is my promise.” With an application sponge, she started laying foundation.

  It took her awhile but when she was done, she turned my chair toward the mirror. True, it was dramatic and a lot heavier than anything I’d normally wear, but I didn’t feel like a hooker.

  “That’s hot!” John was standing behind me looking in the mirror. He pulled money out of his wallet and put it on her counter. “Let’s go, we need to get back and change.”

  SWINGING

  I stood in my apartment, bag waiting on the couch. My black dress was short, as requested and I had knee high black leather boots to match. If my look didn’t scream “fuck me,” nothing did.

  John had some sort of plan for me tonight. A million things had run through my mind and I still had no idea what he had planned. I hated waiting, especially when I had no idea what
I was waiting for. When the door finally opened with John standing in the entry, I started to relax.

  “Fantastic!” He waved me over. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

  “Still not telling me where we’re going?” I asked.

  “We’re not in the truck yet,” he said, smacking me on my rear as I walked out the door. “Be good or I won’t tell you at all.”

  “Yes sir!” I giggled.

  John was a perfect gentleman, taking my bag and helping me get into his new truck in my short black dress. He had his bag already in the truck waiting.

  I fought the urge not to ask where we were going for the first ten minutes. Clearly, we were heading out of town, but the destination was still a mystery.

  “I love the big hair. Guess it’s from growing up in the 80s. But it’s hot!” He reached over grabbing my hand. “So, do you want to know where we are going?”

  “No, not really. I’ve only asked a dozen times. Clearly, I have no interest in the destination. But the company is fantastic.” I winked at him.

  “Cute. In about fifteen minutes, we’re going to pull into an on-premise swingers’ club.” He glanced over at me.

  “A what?”

  “Well, I had a bed and breakfast already booked for us. I was going to give you all the romance you could stand. But then you got these tickets. After you invited me, I started thinking that before you go for a two week vacation to a swinger’s resort, that perhaps you should actually visit a swing club so that you know what you’re dealing with.

  “Have you ever been to a swing club?” Maybe there was part of John I didn’t know about.

  “Remember, I told you I have an ex-girlfriend who was into this stuff? I went with her twice before we broke up. That’s not why we broke up, we just didn’t do well living together, so we knew there was no future.” He took a deep breath and waited for me to respond.

  At first, I began to regret that we wouldn’t be going to a quaint bed and breakfast. But then, my entire day had been filled with romantic gestures. Tonight could be fun. I had John with me, and he was a tremendous lover.

  “This will be fun!” I smiled at him. “So what can I expect. I mean, you know, since I’ve never been to anything like this.” My heart began to race. New experiences were great, but also gave me a hint of anxiety. I was getting better, but nervousness still plagued me.

  “This is why I didn’t tell you ahead of time. I didn’t want to give you time to worry. If you don’t want to go, we can turn around.”

  “No, I want to go! Just give me some idea.”

  “We’ll get a tour when we first get there. Then, we’ll grab a seat in the bar area and make our drinks.”

  “Make our drinks?”

  “Yes, it’s a bring your own type of establishment. They don’t have a liquor license. It’s a private, members-only club. We’ll make our drinks and relax, maybe dance. When you’re ready, you’ll change into lingerie and come back to the bar. You can approach people you’re interested in, or wait for someone to come to you.”

  I felt relieved already having some information.

  “Thank you, John. This really is thoughtful, in a weird sort of way.”

  “I’m glad you think so,” he said, “because we’re here.”

  The place had a gravel parking lot and looked like an old house with a large addition, which had no windows. A privacy fence surrounded the backside of the property. There were no signs indicating it was a business of any kind. It was very inconspicuous.

  After we parked, he grabbed both our bags and the cooler he brought, not allowing me to carry anything. We went in the front door of what looked like a very large, albeit midlevel home. We were greeted by a lady in lingerie and thigh-high boots. We filled out membership cards, indicating our promise to abide by the rules and not to talk about the club to outsiders.

  She flagged another woman toward us. “This is Ginger. She’s one of our volunteers here. She’ll give you a tour and answer any questions you may have.” Ginger rushed over in her hooker shoes and leather clad outfit.

  “Hi guys! Is this your first time at a club?” she asked.

  “Yeah, this is my first time.” I glanced at John.

  “Great, well follow me. We about to enter the main bar or gathering area. It’s a little loud in there, so I’ll have to shout.” We followed her into a large room that looked like any other bar, except people were mixing their own drinks. Some folks were naked, some were in lingerie and some were just dressed in sexy street clothes, like John and I. For a moment, I felt like a prisoner, first arriving. I could almost hear someone say, “fresh meat.”

  She led us out of that area. “This is our restroom area and behind here, is our locker room. You all brought a lock, yes?”

  “Yes, I saw that on your website. I have it with me.” John grabbed my hand, sensing my tension.

  “Good, go ahead and shove your bag in there, leave your cooler and follow me. I promise, our people are good here. Don’t worry about your cooler.”

  John reluctantly did as he was told.

  “Good, follow me.” We walked behind her and I caught myself looking at her ass. “This is our shower area which leads to our hot tub. The hot tub is very popular, but I must warn you, it’s no good to get in there with a buzz. Now back this way . . .” She didn’t speak as she led us down a corridor. “Here are our playrooms. You’ll notice that some have a velvet rope. If the rope is up, the people inside are telling you they don’t want company. If it’s down, that’s an invitation to see if they want company. This is a great option for a couple that’s horny, but not ready to play with anyone else yet. Now you’ll see here, this leads to the orgy room.”

  Realizing that I had been holding my breath, I took a gasp of air in.

  “Please understand, people will assume you want to party in here, but no still means no. There is also a huge orgy room up those stairs. Same rules apply. This room is my favorite,” she said pointing toward the back of the hall. “This is the swing room, meaning there are three sex swings in there. The swings are awesome.”

  My mind was spinning.

  “That’s the tour, now let’s go get you a drink and let you relax and mingle at your own pace.”

  Back at the locker room, we retrieved our cooler and headed to the bar. John and I found a high-top table and took a seat.

  “How are you feeling?” John said sliding a drink toward me.

  “Interested, curious and a bit overwhelmed,” I admitted. I took a huge drink of the cocktail he slid me. “Yum, what is this?”

  “It’s a pomegranate martini. I mixed some up ahead of time, so just put a tiny bit of ice in your cup and then pour out of this jug,” he held up a plastic jug.

  “I’ve never had one.”

  “My sister raves about them. I thought you might like it.” He smiled and leaned over, kissing my neck. “Damn you look good tonight. I can’t wait to try out the swing with you!”

  Biting my lip, I tried not to smile. It was possible to have a tremendous time with John in the facility we were in, but there were hot bodies everywhere. I was noticing as I glanced around.

  “Don’t stress, we can play with others, and we should. I got you here early so we can do a bit of everything if you want.”

  “I’m sorry, John. I just need a few to get into the groove of things. I’m a little nervous.”

  “It’s okay. I have an idea,” he said as he scooted his chair closer to mine. Let’s look around and point out to each other who we’d like to play with. That’ll get your mind in the right place and distract you from your nerves.”

  I lifted my glass and tapped mine to his. “Great idea!”

  There was a lot of people on the dance floor. It was hard not to notice a blonde in white lingerie since the black light accentuated her outfit and made her look like a bronze beauty. I pointed her out to John.

  “Oh, nice. I can get down on that.” He took a sip of his drink. “What about the red head at the snack
bar?”

  “Dang, she’s hot too.” I liked his taste in women, at least physically. It helped that he was smiling and looked like he was enjoying himself.

  “And the guy with her?” he asked.

  I looked at him. He was no body builder, but had nice big shoulders and toned arms, which I loved.

  “He’s good looking too,” I agreed.

  “Okay, point out a guy you think is hot here. Not me, you can’t say me. I think you should feel safe telling me a guy is hot, so let’s do it now.”

  I loved John’s support and understood what he was doing.

  “The guy over there having a smoke… he’s watching a girl on the floor. I bet that’s his wife. But he’s hot as hell and I bet he can fuck like a champion.”

  “Oh, potty mouth!” he teased.

  “My best recollection is that you rather enjoy my potty mouth.” I winked.

  “Yes, Ms. Kavana, I love your potty mouth very much.” He laughed.

  I pulled out a cigarette, thankful to be in a place I could smoke. It helped take off the edge. I was watching the dance floor when I felt a soft hand on my arm.

  “Hi! Are you new here?” It was a young girl with short black hair and enough sass for the whole room.

  “Yes, I’m Candy and this is John.”

  “Oh, I love Candy. I’m Loren. Mind if I sit with you guys for a bit?” Loren gave a big gleaming smile.

  She was adorable, how could I say no? I looked at John who gave a big nod.

  “Sure, we have two extra chairs, go grab your drink, or I could make one for you.”

  “Oh thanks, I brought my own. I’ll be right back.” She gave both of us a huge smile as she scurried back to her previous seat.

  “She’s cute!” John said.

  “Agreed. I like that she approached us too. Think she’s a pair or on her own?” I asked.

  “We’ll find out in a second.”

  Loren came back to the table with her cup and a pack of smokes.

  “So, I’ve never seen you here before,” she started.

  “Well, it’s my first time here.”

  “Are you two married?” she asked.