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  Save Me

  Chapter 1

  A walk-in closet filled with clothes, yet I could not find anything to wear to this party. I almost turned down the invitation, but Raj was going to be there, and I hated to disappoint him since he was my friend, my lawyer, and my secret sex partner. I had others to choose from who could take care of business in the bedroom, but no one was as wild and exciting as Raj. He had broken his protocol of not sleeping with his clients, but who was going to know? It was our little secret.

  Raj could get a little risky and would even slip his hand under my skirt when guests were standing right beside us, so it was important that I chose my outfit wisely. I loved it though, but the risk of someone catching us was sometimes more than I could handle. Raj had more to lose than I did, but the idea of being caught in a sexual position with someone who did not belong to me was very uncomfortable. I could get a man of my own because the possibilities were endless, however, it would limit the experiences that I wanted to have. I enjoyed sex. I was addicted actually, but I was not risky. I still had some sense of control over my desires, and that helped me to make conscious decisions about who I should sleep with or not, however, when I decided on who those people were, there were almost no boundaries and very little I would say no to. The friends I kept did nothing to help my addiction. Out of nowhere, we formed a little clique of sex addicts that woke up every day thinking about where our next orgasm would be coming from.

  Lacey, the youngest in the group of five, was twenty-eight years old. She kind of just stumbled into our group after a night of wild partying and we had to rescue her from what was bound to be a gangbang. Lacy was as drunk as fuck and started taking off her clothes for the boys at the party. No one was willing to stop her because they were having fun watching the show. My friend, Smore, agreed with me that it was not going to end well, and we both went up and got her from the makeshift stage. We pretended that we were her friends and rushed with her out of the party. She had no idea who we were but just kept laughing and talking as if she did, while we drove her to my apartment where she spent the night.

  Smore had decided to stay with us because I didn’t want to stay with Lacey by myself. So many times during the night, Lacy, who was not gay, wanted to fuck us; however, we realized that she was just so drunk that she had no idea what she was doing. By morning, she was fine except that she was drowning in embarrassment. She was grateful for the rescue and since then had become our loyal friend.

  Smore and I became friends after she crashed her car into my brand new Lexus that my father bought me for no reason. I should have been so mad because she could have killed me, but I wasn’t. I was alive and not hurt, but my car was badly damaged. I called my dad, and he sent his people to take care of everything. Smore was crying desperately because she had no insurance and was just terrified about what happened and what could have happened. I tried to tell her it was fine, and she didn’t have to worry about a thing, but the police arrested her for reckless driving despite my pleas. Anyway, I bailed her out and got my father to help her, despite the fact that he was spitting mad that she almost killed his only child.

  Ten years had passed since that moment and still, she talked about how grateful she was that I could have crushed her but chose to be forgiving and helpful when she did not deserve it. She was always at war with Jessica to be the number one in my life, but Jessica was my friend from high school and we had a special bond. Jessica was married, but the lifestyle of wild freedom and eccentricity was not a good foundation to build a marriage with a man who was her complete opposite. Jessica loved sex, and with different people, that she was suffocating in her marriage. She divorced her husband and returned to the life that gave her the most satisfaction.

  Jessica had a son from her marriage, and that had tamed her a bit because her duties as a mother had to take priority. However, whenever she got a chance to go wild, she made good use of it. Jessica relied on Mia to find out when and where the next sex party would be held, and Mia, who had access to all public and private social events, was more than happy to fill her in. Mia, Jessica, and I went to one such party a month ago, and I was still having trouble feeling my legs. I was fucked senseless. It was too much for me, but I could not stop. Since that day, I had been avoiding Raj because I had nothing to offer him. It took me two weeks to mentally recover and another two weeks of masturbation to rid my mind of the images that kept turning me on.

  I shouldn’t have masturbated when I could get the real thing, but no one man could live up to what I experienced that night. I needed time for it to get out of my system before I reintroduced my body to anyone. I smiled at the memory that had lost some of the details, but still enough to get me excited. That caused me to changed my mind from the pants I was going to wear to keep Raj’s hand from between my legs, and chose a dress instead. It was time to get back into the game, however, it was a real possibility that his eyes might catch someone else he was interested in, and I would have to look elsewhere.

  Sex was not my aim tonight though. I wanted to have a good time because this party was on a massive private yacht that belonged to billionaire, Lennox Burr. Raj and I got the same invitation, but I wasn’t very keen on going to this one, however, he talked me into it. It was crazy how Shannon never went with Raj to these events, and it made me wonder if she was just a figment of his imagination because I had never seen her once since I met him five years ago.

  For the first two years of knowing Raj, we never slept together and it wasn’t from a lack of him trying. However, he was my lawyer and my father warned against having an affair with someone who knew so much about every aspect of my life. After year two, I could no longer resist and slept with him once. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced, so I kept going back for more. Everyone was measured against Raj, and they failed every time, but the excitement of having someone new made up for what they lacked.

  As I got ready for the party, I did a quick assessment of my appearance in the mirror. The off-white sheer dress with diamanté neckline beautifully hugged my body, and I loved how I looked. My friends made me so uncomfortable when they would just go on and on about how beautiful I was, but I could not deny it because what reflected in the mirror brought a smile to my face. There were times when I didn’t see what they saw so much, but that was not today.

  I was already tall, and my heels would push me up to or beyond the height of almost every man on that yacht. I almost decided against them but didn’t want to change the look. I grabbed my clutch to meet Raj at the main entrance of the apartment building, knowing that the poor guy must be going out of his mind because he had been waiting a while. As I headed to the elevator, Lacy called.

  “Hey, gorgeous girl,” I greeted with a smile on my face.

  “I wish I was going to that party with you, Arien.”

  “Me too, hon. However, that last one we went to, you disappeared for most of the night. So is the regret really worth it?” I asked with a smile.

  “I had to. You saw the guy. Oh my God!” she laughed. “I have never been fucked so good in my entire life. I’m sorry I had to leave you, but that shit was necessary.”

  “I’m sure it was. Anyway, Raj is here, and I have to go.”

  “This one I don’t approve of.”

  “I know you don’t. I’ve been hearing it for the past three years. Have to go. Talk to you tomorrow.”

  “Have fun.”

  “Thank you. Bye,” I said and disconnected the call.

  Raj’s chauffeur was holding the back door of the car opened for me, so I slipped right in.

  “OMG. You look breathtaking,” he said and leaned over for a kiss.

  I was happy to take his tongue that entered at the contact of our lips. It lasted a couple of seconds, but it was enou
gh to have me on fire.

  “I can’t wait to get you out of this dress,” he said as he slid his hand up my legs.

  I pulled his hand away and looked at him with a smile.

  “I’m not going to this party for sex. I’m going to have a good time. Just keep that in mind for the rest of the evening, and when it’s over, we can discuss what we do from there,” I said gently but with enough power to let him know I was serious.

  “You need to place your order early, babe. I am in hot demand.”

  “So am I.”

  “You sure are,” he said then changed the subject. “I need to have a meeting with you one day this week. Your father’s lawyer contacted me about reviewing some documents for a division of the company he has turned over to you.”

  “Why does he keep doing that?”

  “It’s getting closer to that time when you need to become involved in your father’s business. You have no idea what’s going on there. You have an office that you never use...have you ever been there once?”

  “Of course, I have.”

  “He’s depending on me to guide you, Arien, but you know I’m a bad influence. He doesn’t know that. Anyway, you are thirty-two years old, and you can’t spend the rest of your life partying and having sex. You are your parents’ sole beneficiary. You need to have kids…”

  “How many do you have?”

  “None. But my situation is different. My wife doesn’t want to have kids.”

  “Are you really married? Is she even real?”

  “You have asked me this question so many times, Arien, and my answer is always the same. Yes, she is real,” he said holding on to my hand.

  “Then why isn’t she going to this party with you or all the other parties we’ve been to?”

  “She doesn’t want to go. Shannon goes to parties, just not these types of parties.”

  “And what parties are those?”

  “Sex and alcohol have to be the theme.”

  “So she is an alcoholic?”

  “No. She hardly drinks at home, but if she’s going out, that’s what does it for her,” he said without seeming the least bit disturbed about his wife’s actions.

  "This is new information. I’ve asked so many times and you never told me this before," I pointed out. "You seem to be making things up as you go along."

  "All in your head, babe. I have omitted some things, but I’ve never lied to you."

  "Why omit some things?"

  "Because they are private. I can't just be running around telling everyone that my wife is a sex addict who frequents sex parties."

  "I'm not just anyone. We have been sleeping together."

  "So am I with a lot of others. What if I told all of you?"

  He had a point. I still felt like we were closer than all the other women he was with because there was no one who had been doing this with him for three years. He had admitted to the fact.

  "You said you’re not lying, but three years ago you told me that your marriage was basically open because your wife was getting more sex-crazy by the minute," I reminded him.

  "It is still the case after three years," he said as he took out his phone to make a call.

  "Why is that?"

  "Why the sudden interest?"

  "I wouldn't say 'sudden'. I have been asking you since day one. Now, I’m getting a little more than usual, so I’m pressing on."

  "In a second. I need to make sure we can get on this yacht. Security is tight," he said as he put his phone to his ear. "Hey, Larry. We just drove up. Make sure you clear the way for us. Passcode? Fuck. I don't remember...wait. I think it is Bluebird620. Yes, that's it. Thanks."

  "Bluebird?" I laughed.

  "Yes, Arien. Focus. You have one question before we get inside. After that, it is all about having fun. This line of questioning is definitely not fun," he said, looking at me impatiently.

  "Does your wife know you sleep around?"

  "I know that she sleeps around, so why wouldn't she know about me?"

  "That was a question."

  "Yes, she knows. She is OK with it."

  "Are you OK with hers?"

  "No. Not anymore. No more questions. We're here," he said as the car came to a stop.

  "You were OK in the beginning?"

  "I am not answering that. We had an understanding," he said in his lawyer tone, but I wasn't scared of it.

  "You answer my questions or I'm not getting out of the car."

  He sighed and opened the door. He stood outside waiting for me to get out, but I remained seated.

  "We have to keep moving, babe. Traffic is building up."

  "This is simple. Answer my question."

  "Yes, I was fine in the beginning. I used to go with her. Eventually, she wanted to go alone then she hardly has sex with me anymore. Out!"

  I got out of the door that he held open for me and vowed to pick up right where I left off as soon as I got another opportunity. Raj held my hand as we were escorted onto the yacht. His guy walked us right past security to the main admission door where our identities were verified and we were allowed inside. This was my second or third invite to this party, so I was familiar with the extravagant decor, however, there was obvious work done to change a few things up.

  Raj was being greeted by so many people and, of course, I was introduced to them all. I knew a few people there and walked away from Raj to chat with someone I had not seen in over a year. She knew my dad and that was not welcomed news because I was not too comfortable with him getting new details of how I party.

  My parents were aware of how often and how hard I partied. They didn't really care much as long as I was safe. They spoke to me a few times about taking a more serious approach to life, but their main goal was that I was happy. They knew I was spoilt. They did it. I was brought up in wealth and basically got to do whatever I wanted. I had access to the multiple homes my parents owned and would take twelve or so of my friends to any location of my choice. The things we did, I became ashamed of them as an adult. I was doing the same things now but more controlled. I never did drugs, but alcohol and sex were the signature attraction for every event. That was going on since high school, but a couple of years after I finished college, I stopped hosting. Kids had turned into adults and they were doing the heavy stuff. I didn't want anyone to get hurt on my watch, so I put an end to hosting but tried to go to as many of the other parties as I could.

  "Arien?" An unfamiliar voice came from behind me.

  I turned around to see handsome blue eyes looking back at me. It was Jessie Hoffman. He was much older than I remembered, but I could never forget his face.

  "Jessie! Oh my God!" I cried and wrapped my arms around his neck. "It's been so long."

  "I was worried that you would not remember me," he said, and I pulled away to look at his handsome face.

  "Forget you? No fucking way."

  "Are you here with someone? Can we go get a drink?"

  "I accompanied someone, but who knows where he is," I said, and he smiled. Jessie knew what 'accompanied someone’ meant.

  “Great. Then let’s go have that drink before he finds you,” he said and held out his hand.

  I took it, and he led the way to the bar. As I walked with my hand in his, memories of the wild times we had as young adults took over. He was a great fuck, but he was not the type I wanted to start a life with. I almost laughed aloud at the thought because never in my life had I thought about settling down with anyone. I was free to live life to the fullest without being responsible for another human being. I felt sorry for the people I met who had a family and living in a monogamous relationship. I thought them to have made the stupidest mistake of placing themselves in a self-imposed prison. I had access to everything money could buy and those that it couldn’t. I was happy and I wanted nothing to change.

  Jessie handed me my drink of choice and turned completely on his stool to face me.

  “Arien, I never thought I would see you again,” he said and
brought his glass to his lips.

  “Why? Were you looking?”

  “Not really, but now that I see you, I realized I never thought I would,” he said and held on to my hand. “That’s not all I remembered.”

  “Really? What else?”

  “That you gave the most amazing blow-job.”

  “You remembered that?” I asked as I squinted my eyes in doubt. “After the hundreds of women you fucked, you remember my blow-job?”

  “When it’s that good, you never forget.”

  My eyes roamed over him. He was no longer a boy. He was a gorgeous man who was making me curious as to whether or not he had improved on his skills. He was such an aggressive and skillful lover that all the girls were fighting to get a turn with him. He was sitting across from me and curiosity was killing me. My pussy was throbbing from wanting to experience what he had to offer, but I had to wait for him to make the move. I was not sure if his situation had changed, or if he had a wife and family. Maybe she was here on the yacht but at a different location.

  “So how is life? Career, wife, kids…”

  “Real Estate, ex-wife, two kids. What about you?”

  “None of the above,” I said quickly. “Why did you divorce? Your wife couldn’t take your wild ways anymore?”

  “I tried to be good, but I have a problem resisting beautiful women. So, I realized that the further I stayed away from commitments, the fewer women would be trying to kill me.”

  I laughed and took a sip of my drink because I understood what he meant. His hand rested on my legs and that was all it took for me to realize that I was going to fuck him. I scanned the room for Raj to see if he was around, but he was probably in a room somewhere making out with one of the many sex-crazed women on this yacht.

  I opened my legs, giving Jessie a clue that I was interested in his hand going further up.

  “Look at me,” he said as my eyes scanned the room to see who was looking at us.

  I turned my head to him and his fingers opened up, indicating that I should open my legs wider. He got off his stool and stood between them, his right hand under my dress and got closer to the counter, making it a little difficult for anyone to see. His fingers pulled my panties to one side. It found my clit and slowly began to massage.