Page 51 of Taming the Bear
Chantal
With whatever the fuck my relationship is with Joe up in the air, going to this party is kind of intimidating. What am I supposed to be doing here? What if people look at me like I’m a lost lamb or something?
Damn it.
I tug at my form fitting tank top in order for it to not hug my stomach too much. I get so nervous around a bunch of people that I don’t know and it’s starting to freak me out.
Joe’s walking in front of me with his hand held out to the back for me to grab it. Grasping at it like it’s a lifeline, I allow him to lead me into the common area where there’s loud music playing. I can hear the sound of the pool balls binging against each other as they go down the slots. Also, there’s a strong odor of cheap perfume, men’s deodorant and stale alcohol that’s hanging in the air.
“If this gets to be too much, let me know and I will take you back to the room. I need to be here.”
I nod my head and follow him as he leads us over to the bar. As soon as he gets to the bar, the guy that was sitting on the bar stool closest to us, jumps off. I smile a little inside because it made me think that we must be someone important. Joe pulls the bar stool out for me to sit on it and then he picks me up by the waist to sit me down.
“All right, I think I’m going to need something to drink,” I murmur out loud but I’m answered when a beer comes flying from the end of the bar towards me. “Thanks,” I call down the bar and try to see who did it.
At the end of the bar where the beer came from, I peer down and see a bunch of people. There are men sitting on bar stools with women in their laps. There are also men that are quite possibly fucking women on the pool tables that are next to the bar and my eyes widen.
This is totally crazy! How can they be so blatant and out there with their sex life? I don’t understand.
I pull out my phone in my super tight pocket and tap out a message to Jen. I need my friend to give me the courage to be here.
ME: tell me I’m not stupid for getting turned on watching people have sex?
JEN: are you watching porn?
I actually consider this question. It could be considered porn since they are legitimately having sex in front of me. I don’t even think they care about it.
With a quick look around, I notice that not one person in here seems to have a problem with it. Hell, they are acting as if it’s completely normal. Well, I guess to them it is.
JEN: don’t tease me and not tell me all of the dirty details. Girl, you gotta get some soon. That
JEN: boy is hotter than fucking hades. I would let him fuck me any time.
ME: jesus, let me at least type the message!
JEN: you could have told me right there what you’re watching hooker face
ME: people at the clubhouse are having sex out in the open and i’m… well, getting turned on
JEN: nothing wrong with that. Go for it. You might like him
My liking Joe isn’t the problem. What my problem is that he’s paying me for a job and I’m over here lusting after him like some bitch in heat. What then? Does that make me a hooker because he’s paying me for a job but yet we have sex?
I think it does!
Truthfully, what I don’t understand is how horny it’s getting me.
Joe smirks and then leans in to whisper in my ear. “It’s okay to like it. They want you to like it. That’s why they are fucking out here.”
My face burns from the embarrassment of him catching me being a voyeur. “So, they do this all the time?” I ask him in his ear. I don’t want others to hear me asking all of these questions because then they might find out that I’m not actually with Joe. Romantically, that is.
“Yeah. Everyone does. Sometimes, we are just a pile of bodies at the end of the night. Nothing wrong with fucking, Chantal. Nothing wrong with liking it, either. These people know what they want and go for it.”
When I don’t say anything because my little brain can’t keep up, he whispers in my ear to taunt me. “You like it, don’t you? Do you want everyone in here to watch me bend you over the bar and fuck you so hard that they could feel it?”
“What if I do?” I’m so nervous that I’m enjoying this freedom of being with Joe and then when this is all over, I’m just going to be plain old me again. The boring hacking prodigy from a boring town and boring family. Just boring Chantal. Hell, I don’t think I could go back.
Just being with Joe for the past couple of weeks, has tapped a huge waterfall of curiosity and sexual fantasies that I never knew that I had. Who knew that I would be interested in taking off my jeans and sitting on Joe’s lap in front of all of his brothers and their… women?
