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“You can come tonight. At her surprise.”Matt paused. “You did get that invitation, didn’t you?”
“I did.” He considered, while I remainedbent over the back of the couch, fully on display. Finally, hesaid, “All right. No orgasms for her, no orgasms for me. What doyou think about that, Charlotte? We watch each other get tormentedall day?”
“Oh, yes,” I moaned.
He smacked me lightly on the ass. “Then getup. Let’s go make ourselves miserable.”
* * * *
Though Matt didn’t come with us, I stillfollowed his instructions and walked around the resort rather thangrabbing a golf cart. It had the intended effect; Dante and I madeit all the way down the long path and through the gate with the“Private Residence Staff Only” sign on it before I needed tostop.
“Those are some evil panties.” Dante laughedat me as I leaned against a stone retaining wall and remainedcautiously still, breathing slow to get myself under control.
“You’re telling me.” I wasn’t sure how Mattexpected me to hold off all day under direct clitoral assault. “Atleast, you have it easier. All you have to do is not…” I gesturedto his obvious erection.
“You think it’s easy for me to watch a nakedwoman who looks like you walking around in a pair of panties thatare going to make her come?” He shook his head. “But in the spiritof fairness, we can go somewhere even more stimulating for me.”
“It’ll be more stimulating for me too,” Ipointed out.
“How about one of the pools?” he suggested.“We can watch from the sidelines while people get off and hate themfor it.”
When I could safely move again, I asked him,“How are you Dante, if you’re the one leading? Shouldn’t you beVirgil and I’m Dante?”
“You know the reference!” He laughed with analmost childlike delight that was utterly adorable. “Want to knowwhy I picked that name?”
“Sure. Anything to take my mind off thesedamn pearls.” They rolled and squeezed with every step.
“I studied the literature of the Italianmiddle ages in Florence when I was doing my master’s. I would havegone with Boccaccio, but people only know Dante.” He shrugged. “Andit works at clubs back in the States, since Dante isn’t an unusualname there.”
“I never thought about it, but you’reright.” I scanned my memory. “I graduated with like, fourDantes.”
“Four?” He laughed.
“My high school was huge. We had ourgraduation in a college football stadium.” I stopped myself. “Wait,we’re not supposed to talk about personal stuff, are we?”
“I never saw that in the rules. But youmight know better than me, since you’re a special guest of theowner,” he pointed out.
“If I’m a special guest of the owner, andyou’re clearly someone he knows outside of the resort, maybe it’sokay to break this one rule.” At least, one that seemed thisrelatively minor. “So, tell me about Italy.”
“You’ve never been?” His eyebrowsraised.
“Why is that a natural assumption? Is theresomething about me that seems particularly Italian orItaly-adjacent?” I teased him.
“I figured because you’re with Matt. Richpeople always seem to go to Europe.”
“Oh.” I got it. He thought I was Matt’sgirlfriend.
Wait. I am Matt’s girlfriend.
“No Italy yet, I’m afraid.” I nudged Dantewith my elbow. “But keep talking. It’s helping to take my mind offeverything happening between my legs right now.”
“Italy was a lot of fun. Good food, goodmusic. I went to the opera like every week. My master’s is inclassical music,” he explained.
Our conversation had brought us down to amain public area, one of the many fountains that served as a zonefor public sex. We heard the passionate vocalizations ofparticipants over the sound of the splashing water even before weducked through the arch in the faux ruins that surrounded it. Ifvoyeurism was a person’s kink, they would get their fill and moreat Ascend Red.
That should have been in the brochures. Ifthere was such a thing as brochures for this place. In fact…
“How does one get an invitation to AscendRed? I mean, without knowing Matt ahead of time?” I asked Dante,unable to take my eyes off a woman who looked like a supermodelgetting spit-roasted over the lip of the fountain. The wet slap ofher partner’s hips against her ass brought my heart to my throat. Iwanted a cock in me, badly. I wanted to get pounded and scream likeshe was screaming around the cock in her mouth.