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  Lily Learns to Perform

  part two

  By Matthew Lee

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  Chapter 1

  The side-gate clanks and Dawn and Lily turn the corner talking a hundred miles an hour. Lily called to tell me they were on their way back so I had lounge chairs and wine-coolers ready. They dropped their shopping bags on the deck and plopped their butts into seats. They talked for a minute, telling me all about their shopping day, and then Lily suggested they try on their new swimsuits to get my opinion.

  “That is an excellent idea,” I offered.

  “Pervert,” Lily replied. “Come on, Dawn, let’s give this old man a thrill.”

  They entered the house to change.

  Lily was more right than she knew. Dawn and her husband Randy had ventured onto a nude beach while on vacation and discovered they both liked it. They’d dieted and worked out for months in advance and coming home they’d continued the routine. Both looked great but Dawn looked especially good. She’d gotten breast augmentation to go with her flat stomach and carried herself with a new sense of confidence.

  I let the sun heat my bones and sat up when I heard the women return.

  God. Damn.

  Dawn wore a wild strappy thing with strings running all around her body and patches of bright blue cloth strategically placed to keep her suit legal. Lily had purchased a tight white one-piece but holes had been cut out randomly so a large portion of her ass lay exposed as well as under and side boob. I couldn’t wait to get her in the pool to see how transparent the thing turned when wet.

  I asked questions and had them turn side to side which they bitched about but loved doing. Only when I was finished gawking did I offer them drinks. They returned to their seats and continued their tales of shopping. Behind my sunglasses I eyed them relentlessly.

  We’d been talking almost an hour when I heard another clank at the gate. I looked down the side of the house, expecting Randy, and saw Leo approaching. The girls could not yet see him or his big shit-eating grin.

  Leo visited our home every two weeks or so, always unannounced, which was as often as he could slip away from his wife undetected.

  Outside in the real world I was his boss but here in our home, he ruled. The sex tape he had of Lily was damning and its release would spell the instant end to her burgeoning career. If I had to suffer petty slights, for her sake, I would. I was lucky he had no serious inclinations towards humiliation because I’d have to do whatever he said. He enjoys little digs like sending me to grab a beer or telling me to leave them alone in our bedroom and to shut the door on my way out. Maddening, true, but a small price to pay considering the demands he could make.

  He was here for sex and that suddenly made Dawn a huge complication. I needed a cover story and fast.

  Not that we had much of a clandestine life, but what we did have, we kept secret from family and friends. After Jimmy got married he retired from acting. Lily had flown to New York to work with her other favorite leading man, Trevor, and that had resulted in rave reviews and a one-night-stand that none of us will ever forget. After that, our covert lifestyle slowed way down. Leo became our only occasional sip of decadence. Lily continued to work with Sebastian and others but the planets never aligned, the spark never reignited. Other than padding her growing resume, Lily’s association with Sebastian produced no additional encounters. Lily had sex only with me.

  And, sometimes, Leo.

  He’d surprise us, like today, and we’d need to drop what we were doing to accommodate him. I’m sure that was a big part of his rush. Lily loved the spontaneity but for reasons I do not yet fully understand, my chronic jealousy had made a triumphant return. Perhaps it was the familiarity growing between them. She fucked Jimmy once and Trevor twice but I knew those men were dead ends. The Leo road seemed able to go on indefinitely. Infrequent or not, the man had stopped by half a dozen times already and they shared an ever-increasing intimacy. I did not like it.

  I said nothing, because Lily and I had no options, but I did not like it.

  Leo read my frozen face and deduced others were just around the corner so his smile went away but he kept coming. He turned the bend and the girls saw him and Dawn just stared but Lily’s face became fixed. She recovered quickly. I was quicker.

  “Hey, Leo. How’s your Saturday? Let me grab those documents for you. This is Dawn, a friend of ours.”

  Leo’s smile returned. He stuck his hand out and shook Dawn’s firmly, eyes running over both women. I swear I saw a flash of jealousy cross Lily’s face.

  “Stay there, Honey,” my wife said to me. “I’ll take Leo inside for the papers. I need to charge my phone anyway.”

  I stayed in my seat but my heart went thud. Why was Lily taking him in the house? I watched them leave.

  Dawn spoke: “You work with Leo?”

  “Yes, he runs one of our stores.”

  “He seems nice.”

  “Yeah.” I answered absentmindedly, trying to watch them through the sliding glass door. They stood in the kitchen, talking, with Lily keeping one eye on me and Dawn and the other eye drifting down to the front of Leo’s pants. He took a step back so the kitchen counter blocked the view of his body from the waist down and his arm moved. Lily’s eyes got big and then a wicked smile spread. I knew he’d pulled his big dick out for my wife, I just didn’t know if he’d done it on his own or she’d asked him to. They continued chatting with Lily taking long stares behind the counter.

  Dawn asked me if I had any ideas for Randy’s upcoming birthday.

  “Yeah, he wants tickets to the Golden Knights game.”

  She skewed her lips, thinking but not thrilled by my suggestion. She stood abruptly and said: “Gotta pee,” and headed indoors. I watched paralyzed as Dawn walked into the house with Lily and cock-hanging-out Leo. He turned and held his hips against the kitchen counter.

  Dawn chatted with them for a minute and then left for the bathroom. Lily laughed and Leo hid his face with his hands. Lily stepped closer to him and her arm pumped several times. My wife was horny and wanted that man to fuck her.

  Hello jealousy, my old friend.

  Soon Dawn returned and my wife stepped away in plenty of time. Dawn had no idea the hanky-panky she’d just missed. She conversed another minute and then joined me by the pool.

  “They seem to know each other well,” she said.

  “Yeah, Leo has to stop by often for work.”

  “Weird that I’ve never met him before.”

  “Almost never on the weekends,” I added, thinking fast. “Today he was near the house so he surprised us.”

  Dawn adjusted her sunglasses and faced the sun. “He’s not a handsome man but there is something strangely attractive about him. He’s so confident. He must be all right if he’s your friend but I get a dangerous vibe from him. Do you know him well?”

  “Not outside work. I have no idea what his hobbies are.”

  She settled into her lounge and made small adjustments to her swimsuit, mostly edging the fabric closer to nipples and pussy, exposing as much skin as possible to the sun’s rays.

  I looked inside the house in time to see Lily kneel behind the counter. She was sucking Leo’s cock. I’m sure the threat of discovery made the event more exciting for her but if she got caught, I was going to be angry. I was automatically complicit unless I feigned ignorance and threatened divorce. Lily was making this choice for both of us without talking to me.

  The top of her head repeatedly appeared above the countertop as her mouth bobbed on his dick. Even with Dawn here she’d found a way to enjoy Leo. The smug and satisfied look on his face annoyed the shit out of me. He grinned at me through
the plate glass and then bit his bottom lip. Lily was doing something he loved. They had only a few minutes before Dawn would become suspicious and they used every second. Leo put both hands on his head and arched his back, pushing his hips toward her face. I imagined she gulped his massive load.

  When she stood, I saw Lily wipe her mouth with the back of her hand and then give Leo a quick peck on the lips. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face, hooking it behind her ear. They acted like a goddamn married couple. I hated it. Was there some way I could end his visits?

  I searched my mind for an idea and as Lily straightened her bikini and handed Leo an empty manila folder, I hit upon one. Leo worked for me but he also worked for Sebastian. If I could convince Sebastian to draw Leo away, I’d be saved.

  They stepped onto the patio and Leo announced he had to run. He waved the folder at Dawn and said it was nice meeting her and let himself out through the gate. Lily sank into her lounge and took a long drink from her cooler and then cast a guilty glance at me. I gave her my very best, yes-I-saw-everything-you-sneaky-whore look and she stuck her tongue out at me before she slipped her sunglasses onto her face and joined Dawn at worshiping the sun.

  Chapter 2

  I thought a phone call better than an email. Sebastian did not answer and the call went to voicemail so I left a brief message about needing his help and expertise. I had no idea if he’d feel sympathetic to my cause or if he’d tell me tough luck, but I had to try. Jealousy is an awful feeling. A few days later he returned my call and I explained the situation. He listened attentively and then invited us to a party in Los Angeles.

  “I’m in New York now,” he said, “but planning a get-together in LA soon. I haven’t seen you or Lily for months. Can you both make it? I’d love to catch up.”

  “I’ll make sure we do.”

  “If I understand you correctly, Leo Mason has a sex tape of Lily taken at one of my parties?”

  “Yes. That god-forsaken opium den thing you did.”

  “He’s using the recording to coerce her?”

  “Yes. No.” I hesitated., embarrassed. “He did the first time but, um, Lily loves fucking him so each time after that has been mutual.” My face burned. He was quiet for a moment.

  “Mr. Mason knows better. Are they using protection?”

  An odd question.

  “No.”

  “This will not do. My rising star cannot get pregnant right now. We’re building momentum here and dropping out of the public view for a year would kill her career, possibly for good. I’ll make sure he stops. He won’t bother you anymore.”

  Sebastian’s voice carried a hard edge I’d never heard before. He was trying to hide it but I heard the cold calculations. For an instant I felt badly for Leo.

  “Thank you.”

  “Don’t mention it. I’ll call Lily to invite you both to Los Angeles. Our phone call today never happened.”

  “I understand.”

  “And Luke, this party is different. You and Lily won’t know anyone. These are not theater people.”

  Again, that edge.

  “I understand.”

  “Do you? We’ll see. Let me call Lily.”

  We disconnected. Moments later I heard Lily’s phone ring in another room and her sweet voice answer. She spoke softly for a while and then hung up. Moments later she appeared at my office door holding her cell.

  “That was Sebastian,” she said.

  “Another awards show?”

  “No. A party. On a yacht. Los Angeles. A rich friend of his wants to meet me. Sebastian invited us both but says no one can know you’re my husband. If you can’t do it he says he’ll understand. Should take all weekend. Interested?”

  “Spend the weekend partying on a yacht? Sounds intriguing.”

  “I agree. He told me to pack a dress that looks scandalously formal. What the hell does that mean?”

  I turned to the computer and ran a Google image search. I spun the monitor towards her. “Looks like a lot of see-through lace, cleavage, and high slits.”

  She stepped close, scrolling through images. “Damn. Underwear not allowed. Looks like I’ll be flashing the wealthy.”

  She called him back and said we’d attend.

  That weekend we went dress shopping and she chose an ankle length, long sleeved, form-fitting black number which had a wide swath of see-through mesh running down the front between her big tits and curling to the side just before her pussy. In back it did the same thing, narrowly missing her butt crack. If she stood tall everything was concealed but movement of almost any kind revealed something. I thought she looked insanely hot and told her so.

  There was little I could do but wait. The sound of Sebastian’s voice left me slightly troubled and so much of this event was out of my hands. I’m a thorough man, with a head for details, so I decided to search the name of the yacht Sebastian had given us.

  Iscariot’s Revenge was registered to a company called Pandora’s Chest, Incorporated, but a shell company owned that. I reached a dock master where the ship was berthed who said Iscariot’s usually sailed out to international waters to hold parties, untroubled by authorities. I discovered little else.

  Work kept us busy. Lily starred in Hamlet, playing Ophelia, and I had my mountain of spread sheets.

  We took flew to Los Angeles Thursday night and skipped work Friday. Separate limos carried us from the airport to the Dragon Yacht club on the California coast. I removed my wedding ring and drank a screwdriver in the backseat. I wore casual shorts and polo shirt and Lily had opted for a sundress. The formal wear would come out Saturday night for the party.

  Apparently, my driver was less skilled than hers because by the time I arrived Lily was already onboard. The brilliantly white yacht was three astonishing decks above the water and two below. A hardwood platform covered with lounge chairs rested at sea-level off the rear of the ship and a sundeck with more chairs waited at the front. Three large radar and satellite dishes turned slowly from the top of a high aluminum mast. Everything about the vessel was sleek and sexy and high-tech state of the art.

  Lily stood beneath the mast with Sebastian, an older woman, and two older men. Sunlight lit her thin dress, framing her delicious body. A steward led me below deck to settle into my cabin and stow my luggage.

  I rejoined the others, sipping champagne and enjoying the small talk and whenever anyone asked, I suggested I was a recent friend of Sebastian’s and that I handled business odds and ends for him. That seemed innocuous enough that no one asked more. Mixed in with Sebastian’s older friends were younger men and women of every nationality. I remembered his serving girls from the opium den party. These gorgeous youths were here to mingle.

  We left the marina and then watched as a glorious sunset lit the horizon in front of us. Dinner was served buffet style. I hadn’t seen Lily for over an hour so I casually circled the ship enjoying the views.

  I found her alone on the front sundeck. She saw me and glanced around to make sure we were alone and then looked out to sea. I stood far enough away to have some distance between us but close enough to hear her if she spoke. She did.

  “Fuck me, not meet me,” she said. “Kind of an important detail.”

  I was confused for an instant but then I got it; Sebastian’s rich friend.

  “He says he has to have me,” she continued. “Even if only for one night. What are we filming here? Indecent Proposal?”

  She sounded angry and insulted but her words did not match her face or body language. I waited.

  “You know this yacht cost over twenty million? How insane is that? Some of these men and women represent old money. These people are the manipulators behind the political figureheads.” She paused for a moment. “Should I do it?”

  Don’t be fooled; her question was not simple. If I say yes, I look like an asshole for selling my wife to the highest bidder. If I say no, I look like I’m trying to control my wife. We both knew that after Jimmy and Trevor and Leo, certain aspects,
normally present in a conversation like this between husband and wife, had been removed. I can’t say no just because she shouldn’t have sex with anyone but me. We were way beyond that. This was not a morality debate.

  My gut told me what she really wondered was if sleeping with powerful men who would help her career tainted her success. He obviously wanted her. But did she want him? Did she want him independent of what he could do for her? These were questions for which I had no answers. To me, her question was rhetorical. So, I waited. She looked down the railing at me.

  “Would you be hurt?”

  I made sure we were still alone. “You fuck someone once, I’m good. Maybe even fuck them a second time. More than that makes me feel like you’re seeing them. I’d hate for you to form a relationship. I am your husband.”

  She nodded a few times. “Your referring to Leo.”

  “Leo. Whomever.”

  “I get that. Did you see me with the man in the green sweatshirt?”

  “Yes.”

  “Mister Jay Robert Pritzker. Sebastian says the man could buy the Rockefellers three times over. Jay thinks I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen and he simply must spend some time with me. By time he means sex. He offered money.”

  I admit I was curious about the amount and believe me, I felt shitty about that.

  “He offered a ridiculously large amount and I laughed nervously and turned my attention to Sebastian. I didn’t mean too. I was just so shocked. I had no idea what to say. He took that as rejection and doubled his offer. He insisted on an answer.”

  I bit my mother-fucking tongue. How much?

  “I won’t torment you, Luke. I said yes. I’ll sleep in his cabin tonight and again tomorrow night after the ball.”

  Holy Christ. I casually checked my watch and wandered to the railing far to her left. My head spun. Lily had accepted money for sex.

  “I guess that makes me a whore,” she added.

  “Only if you wouldn’t have slept with him anyway.”

  “I might if I wasn’t married. He’s handsome but not Trevor or Jimmy handsome. I doubt I would ever take him as a lover in this game we’ve been playing. Before I met him, Sebastian briefed me, mentioning facts including his reputation as a stud. He’s confident and educated and brilliant. If I were single I would at least have dated him.”