EPISODE FOUR -SWINGERS CONTINUED

SWINGERS CONTINUED



Swinging is nothing new, orgies is what they are called. However swingers are those who live openly with their mate if they have one. They have a clear understanding that they can host parties themselves, or go to parties and their spouse or significant other can have sex with anyone they want to. Seems like a great arrangement if you truly have a partner that is not insecure and has just as an open mind as you are. You can have as many men and women as you can stand and go home and be happy! Sounds good doesn’t it! And if it works for you, then I say go for it.

Now there was one day that a very close friend of mine and I were sitting in her living room. I was on the laptop looking up some things and I said, “You know I want to go see what a swingers club is like.” She said, “Look on the internet and see if you can find a place we can go to. I want to see what it is like too.” We went, and it was very have eerie and different, all these people were here to have sex! And it felt as if I was on an auction block. My girlfriend, myself, and one of my ex’s had come along; he drove us to our destination.

Though we did not participate, my ex was all engrossed at the party. I had found myself going to these swingers set two more times, and still I did not participate. Is it because it was so dark and eerie there? I think so, and after that, I had never gone back. It was not my cup of tea, or was it?

The company I had worked for was experiencing a seasonal down time. And when they had this seasonal down time the company would send people home because it was slow. I was on the list to be sent home early as so were others. One of my co-workers had offered me a ride to the train station. As we drove the streets of Atlanta, she asked me if I would mind if she stopped by her father’s house with her. I had no pressing engagements at the time, so as we talked and shared we soon pulled up in front of her father’s home.

When we pulled up I was so impressed by the outside of the home, and even more impressed with the décor of the inside. Her father and his significant other were warm welcoming and inviting. I felt a different energy when he looked at me or spoke to me. At the time I could not place my finger on it. But he didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, well not that comfortable. Was his significant other feeling the strange vibes I was feeling?
Later there was a younger gentleman that had come into the house. Not an appealing man, well not to me. However he was impeccably dressed and when he came into the sunroom which we were all sitting. He handed me a flier, I looked at it. And it was a flier to come out to a “meet & greet” I see that the flier had a woman and a man on it. So I instantly I saw the red flag and instantly knew that it was for an adult party. A swinger’s party! I had told my co-workers father and the gentleman that I was not interested in coming. My co-workers father said that I would really have a good time. And this was just a meet and greet. I never knew that there were gatherings that were hosted for such events. A meet and greet is not the place that the party would be held at. It was an event where you could warm up, “get to know” the person you were attracted to and have sex with. And to meet the people that attend the parties and were apart of the “social network group”

I really didn’t know how to feel at this point. Was I being scouted out? Was I again being placed on an auction block for someone else’s pleasure? Did I not feel an overwhelming dysfunction when I started my job with all the men that seemed to come from nowhere pursuing me for sex? Was this ever going to stop?

This is when I now understood why my co-workers father was putting the indifferent energy in the air. One that I could not place a finger on at that moment. He and his significant other of more than four years were into sharing!

When we left and were now in the car was when my co-worker explained what her father was about and the money that he had made by giving these parties. She also revealed that she had a dislike for his lifestyle. But she loved him none the less. Funny, because if she was in such array of what her father was doing. And had painted herself to be such an angel, positive, politically correct. She may have not approved of what he was doing. But she was a bit rambunctious herself, she had three affairs at the company and was there for a very short time. Less than three months, and she also had a dislike for sleeping with women is what she had stated to me. But then on the other hand, (and there is that saying never let the right hand know what the left hand is doing) she had a lust for women as well, group sex and she was also prostituted by one of the male co-workers for his out of town guest! Of course this was something I later found out. Much later.

Follow me when I say this, everyone seemed to have some sort of part-time job, hustle (which they were not illegal) in the city of Atlanta. Some were promoters, IT field, made or sold clothing, landscapers, business consultants, repairmen. So it seems everyone had a way of making extra money.

There of course is a part two to all of this. Again I rode with my co-worker to her dad’s house because she wanted to pick up a package from her fathers home. I was not bothered by going over there again, it was exactly two weeks to the date that I had my first visit and met her father. When I walked in the door the greeting was much more different than the last. The last meeting her father and significant other told me of all the things they were involved in, the people that they knew, how wonderful Atlanta was, and that me being a writer they could introduce me to a lot of people that could assist me with publishing my book and how I could pay for my own barcode and copyrights that were on all books. So my first visit was not about the “meet and greet” This was after we had an informative conversation.

I was first greeted by my co-workers father, he was all smiles and in a very upbeat mood. So was his significant other. This was the night of their event, their “party” they hosted twice a month. Now to be very honest with you, I had now been in Atlanta for almost a year. And I was trying to figure out how could I make “extra money” and because so many people were sex driven here. I was thinking of doing the same thing as the Romans were doing. Host swinger parties, why not? I am a very creative person, my parties were going to be adult kiddy parties with themes, adult games, food, and you could buy your drinks at my bar. I would be the Bob Barker of the party. Like a cheerleader, I was not interested in watching nor participating, I just wanted the money. Do you see now how I was now being pulled without thought to my present discomfort and drug (sex)?

They were both so excited, and this is when my co-workers father said, “You should come by tonight. Trust me that you will have a great time.” My reply was, “I do not have any money.” “Don’t worry you will be my guest, and I will make sure that you get home.” I was now interested in coming, I wanted to see of his party was any different from the party I had gone to before. So I went home, showered and dressed down. Nothing too flashy, and I didn’t wear any revealing clothes at all. I purposely dressed down, the reason why because I was only going to kick back and observe.

They did not allow smoking in the house, so they let their guest smoke in the sunroom. I sat there most of the night, well all of the night. As I walked in people were already there. And it was about maybe fifteen or so people there already. I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a drink, spoke and went into the sunroom. I knew now that, let me give him a name, “John” (my co-workers father) wanted to have sex with me.

The sunroom was directly off of the foyer by the front door. And it seemed that the doorbell rang if not every five minutes then it was ten. People were all smiles, happy to be there. They were coming in droves! I sat back and was now counting the money, I was no longer interested in watching a show, and no longer thinking of this was a den of lust. John had to have made $1,500 or more from this party. And as I sat there listening and observing watching people smoke and drink. I was amazed at how comfortable these people were, this was not how it was when I went to the swinger’s party back home. This seemed more like a house party of sort. There was music playing at an acceptable volume, people seemed to be very familiar with one another, no one was looking at anyone as if they were a piece of meet. Hmm I thought, this is very different, and now my mind was moving quickly. I can do this and add my own flair with this. If these people are greedy to have hot sex on a platter, then I will give it to them!

At this point and time I had now officially stepped into the sexual circuit. Let me say this, I have been behind the scenes of the entertainment business. I started a business with exotic performers, models, and escorting business. Which turned more into a business in where I provided extras for TV shows, and models for different events. I was now linked in with Personal assistants, and various popular cable shows. They were now all calling my phone. I have even provided girls for recording artist music videos. I went into this business feeling, thinking that I had a chance to put some decorum in this business. No prostitutes, no disrespect for the women that worked with me. Most were highly intelligent young women. However, after a very short time in the business I had started I was now overwhelmed by the drugs, drinking, loose sex, having to mother the young girls it seems all the time. I had promoted to different people and businesses. So it was at his time that I had now started going to lesbian bars, had now befriended gay men who helped me in my business. And soon was going to gay bars and clubs with men, and with my female associates.

This opened up so many doors, eyes, truths and experience. I was open with my sexuality, comfortable with my fetishes and fantasies. However, I was not one to exhibit things so publicly. So throwing myself and exhibiting raw behavior around a lot of people was never my thing. Affection and sneaking off somewhere in a secluded place was more my thing. The thrill of getting caught, being spontaneous with my lover and adventuress.

But too much sexual aggression is overwhelming for me. Only because I have been a victim of rape and a child who was molested by a neighbor and my cousin. My parents knew none of this was going on. So they say, therapist that is. That most people who have been in that position either reframe from sex or become overly zealous with it. I was the one who became over zealous with it. But if I felt that you were coming on too strong as the men did here in Erotic City of Atlanta. I was turned off and felt violated.

That is my time again, it seems as if it goes so fast. However, I will as usual pick up from whence I have left off.

Just Toy
5/2009
www.justtoywrittenexpressions.com