Page 5 of Once a Month

“I understand,” I say.

“Me too,” the woman beside me says.

“The members are always punctual – they get five hours a month to explore their deepest sexual fantasies, and they want to take advantage of every moment. Your job, ultimately, is to give them what they want. If you do well tonight, we’ll ask you back next month. If not, we’ll part ways here. Each month, the members review our employees on the site after the event, and we take those reviews very seriously.”

I nod again. I know all of this already, but honestly, standing in the kitchen while the caterers move about briskly is helping to calm my nerves. It all started three months ago. I needed money. My very successful friends offered to give it to me or loan it to me, at least, and I pridefully declined the offer. A week later, they told me about this place and suggested I could get what I needed after a few months of work. I had rolled my eyes at them and definitely took offense, but they told me how attractive I was and that the members here would love me. They assured me that I would only have to work with women and that I’d be able to indicate I only wanted to be with women ahead of time, so no man would even approach me. That made me feel a little better. Of course, it’s still sex, and they told me if I wasn’t okay with it, they’d drop it, but the money side of things kept coming back into my mind. I needed it. We needed it. Three nights of work over a few months, and that would be it – I’d be caught up, and I could stop this and forget it ever happened. We’d have what we need, and life would go back to normal.

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“How are you?” she asks me.

“Are you supposed to talk to me?” I ask my friend.

“We can talk here; it’s not just sex,” she says, smiling back. “Do you want a drink for your nerves?” she asks.

“No. I think it’s best that I don’t,” I reply.

“Okay. But, trust me, it helps.”

“You’re a member. Why would you need it?” I ask her as her wife approaches with two cocktails in her hands.

“The first time we came here was a big deal,” she says. “We’d known for a while that we wanted people to watch us; that it turned us on like crazy. You know that.”

“I do,” I say, recalling the first time I watched the two of them have sex on their sofa while I sat in the chair.

At the time, it had been a complete and total shock to me. I’d already known both of them for three years, and they hadn’t been married yet back then. One night, I was watching a movie with them while they were snuggled up on the sofa, and I heard a soft moan. I didn’t turn then, and I heard a louder one. I think I squinted first, wondering what was going on, before I turned. When I did, I saw one of them lying behind the other. She had her hand inside her girlfriend’s jeans. They were unbuttoned and unzipped, and my first reaction was to jump up, ask what the hell was going on, and leave. But something kept me there; kept me staring. They both looked at me then.

“Is this okay?” she asked.

“Is what okay?” I asked back.

“We want you to watch,” she said.

And I did. None of us said anything else. It was an unspoken agreement. I watched as she got her girlfriend off on the sofa first. I watched as she rolled on top of her, and her girlfriend – my friend – removed her shirt and sucked on her nipples. I watched as they stood up after that. I followed them as they walked into their bedroom, kissing one another, and I couldn’t stop my feet from moving. They ended up on the bed, and I stood at the side until they motioned for me to lie down next to them. So, I did. They were naked. I was watching one of them go down on the other, and I couldn’t help myself. I reached inside my own jeans, and I took care of the ache I’d felt since I first started watching them.

Since then, whenever the mood called for it, they’d invited me over. They’re married now, and they only touch each other, but they love it when people watch; and they love it even more when people get off next to them. It’s definitely the strangest friendship I’ve ever had, but it works for us, and I admire the openness of their marriage and how they’re so free with these things that turn them on. I envy them in a way. While I can get off while watching them sometimes, I’ve never been truly able to express everything I want with sex – which is one of the reasons I think I’m here tonight. The money is the reason I agreed, but there’s a desire in there, somewhere, begging me to find a sexy woman here tonight and give her everything I can to make her feel that sexy.

“Are you okay?” my other friend asks as she hands her wife a drink.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” I say.

“You know we’ll give you whatever you need, right? You don’t have–”

“I know,” I interrupt. “I think I’m actually good with being here right now.”

“Yeah?” my friend asks as she downs her drink in one gulp.

There’s music in the room now, which is something I remember from the instructions I’d been given. The party was starting. Shit. It’s time. I lick my lips and look around the room.

“You can watch us for a while if you want,” my friend tells me. “We can always say we’re using you if they ask; which they won’t – they leave members alone.”

“It’s okay. I’m going to walk around a bit,” I say.

“Okay,” she says, taking her wife’s hand and moving them toward the wall.

I walk out the back of the room, but I turn just as the other glass is placed on a table next to a chair, and she presses her wife to that wall and slips her hand in. I’ve grown to love watching them do this. There’s something about watching two women who love each other touch one another like this that just gets me going, which is probably a good thing because my mind right now should be on sex. I leave them to it, though, and I walk to the stairs, which are curved, massive, and somewhat intimidating. I take them slowly, thinking that maybe I can just walk up the stairs for the next five hours if I walk slowly enough. Somehow, I make it up in under a minute, and I watch people as they walk the same stairs past me up and down toward rooms, hand in hand and giddy. I try to feel that giddiness, but I’m not there yet.

I pass a few closed doors, which means I’m not to enter, and come across an open one where a man is sucking on another man. Finding that of no interest, I turn to the room opposite this one, which also has an open door. They only told us to make ourselves look available until a member makes us unavailable, so I don’t exactly know what to do. I peek inside the room and find two women undressing one another. It’s not fast but slow; they’re still just kissing, and it’s nice. I think it’s nice to watch them do this before I realize I should probably leave them to it.

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