“Um Olive, are you sure this is safe?” I asked. I was scared to get out of the car.
“It’s cool. Just trust me,” she replied, cutting the engine and hopping out of the car.
We walked up to a door, which had a huge metal knocker on it. Olive lifted it and dropped it against the door three times.
She got an instant response. “Who’s there?” a husky male voice demanded to know from the other side of the door.
“The Dick Lover!” she shouted back at him.
“What’s the password?”
“Anal-retentive!”
I fell out laughing. “You’ve got to be kidding!”
A small peephole in the door opened briefly and I didn’t see anything but an eyeball. Next thing you know, the door swung open.
“Come on in, ladies,” a tall, handsome brotha said, extending an invitation.
It was extremely dark in the place and I grabbed onto Olive’s elbow so I wouldn’t tumble down the flight of stairs directly inside the door.
“What the hell is this place, Olive?”
She looked at me, grinned and said, “Heaven!”
When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I had to repeat, “What the hell is this place?”
Olive grabbed my hand and pulled me farther into the room. “I already told you. It’s heaven!” It was a huge room filled with naked people. Men and women were fucking each other right and left, and some were engaged with multiple partners. I had heard of orgies but it was nothing like seeing one.
One man brushed past me and grabbed my ass. I practically jumped out of my boots. “Olive, I don’t think I feel comfortable here. Can we go?”
She chuckled. “We just got here.” She moved away from me and started dancing to the house music that was blaring from the speakers built into the walls. “Relax. No one is going to make you do anything you don’t want to do. You can just watch if you want. I know how much you like that. Remember how much seeing Drayton and me fucking turned you on?”
I nodded. “Yes, I remember.”
She swung around in a circle with her arms extended. “Well, then you really should be in heaven here because you can watch all these people fuck for as long as you want to.”
I pointed behind me. “But that man just grabbed my ass.”
“Did you think he was cute?”
I shrugged. “Maybe.”
Olive came closer to me and brushed my hair behind my ears with her fingers. “Mary Ann, we only live once and we have to make that one time count. Life is so stressful. Everyone deserves a way to relax. These are all good people here. No one wants to harm you or make you feel ashamed. There is no shame in this room. Only pleasure.”
“But what about diseases?” I asked in a panic.
“Condoms exist for a reason,” Olive replied, pulling a handful of them out of her coat pocket. “And I came prepared.”
I glanced around the room and zeroed in on a sister in the far corner that was sucking one man’s dick and being fucked from behind by another one. The look on her face was pure ecstasy and it turned me on big time. I still couldn’t help but ask, “Why did you bring me here?”
Olive smiled and started unbuttoning her coat. “Honestly?”
“Yes.”
She let her coat fall from her shoulders and she was buck naked underneath. I couldn’t help but envy her body. She held one of the condoms in her hand. “I brought you here as a test.”
“A test?”
“Yes, I believe in tests. Drayton was also a test.”
“I’m confused.”
A tall man walked up behind Olive and started palming her breasts. She moaned and started swaying her hips in unison with him. “Is the man behind me fine?”
I looked at the man, not believing that she would let someone feel her up that she had never even seen. He had sexy eyes and a wickedly handsome smile. “Yes, he is,” I replied.
Olive giggled. “Good. I think I’ll fuck him then.” She slightly turned her head toward him and closed her eyes, handing him the condom. “One rule. I don’t want to see your face. That would take all the fun out of it.”
He laughed and started kissing her shoulders, lowering himself onto his knees and biting on her ass cheeks.
Olive looked at me. “Mary Ann, one day soon I am going to come to you and make you a proposition.”
“What type of proposition?”
“One you hopefully can’t refuse.”
“And if I do refuse?”
Olive walked over to a nearby table and bent over it. The man followed, slapped on the condom, and quickly entered her from behind.
“Mary Ann, if you refuse, then everything is still everything. No hard feelings.”
I was still totally confused, but decided that whatever she was talking about would become clear in time. Besides, watching the man fuck her only made me more aroused than I already was.
She pointed behind me. “Your friend is back and, I must say; he’s holding.”
I turned around and took him in with my eyes. He was indeed one of the finest men I had ever laid eyes on. He had this exotic look going on.
He whispered in my ear, “Tell me your fantasy.”
“Well,” I heard Olive call from behind me. “What do you plan to do?”
I felt the guy up and my right hand landed on his dick. He was fully erect and something told me, merely by the way he eyed me, that he could satisfy the cravings inside of me.
I picked up Olive’s coat. “Let me borrow one of these condoms.”
Olive
“So what the hell happened?”
I had barely had time to sit down on my sofa before Patricia started grilling me.
“Come on, spill the beans!” she insisted. I rolled my eyes.
“Could you calm down, please?”
Patricia rolled her eyes back. “I just want to know what happened. You were the one that insisted I shouldn’t go.”
“That’s because I was convinced Mary Ann wouldn’t open up around you. At least, not yet. She seems to have some high level of regard for you; as if you aren’t a big ass freak like the rest of us. If she only knew the real deal.”
Patricia grimaced. “Cute, real cute.”
“Seriously. It’s like she’s afraid of you judging her or something.”
“Well, she’s just going to have to get over that.”
“I think she will. All in good time.” I took a sip of my piña colada and held the glass toward Patricia. “Want one? I just blended them.”
“No, thank you. What I want is some information and I’d like it sometime today.”
“There’s no reason to be brutal.” I sat there twirling my straw for a minute, more to irritate Patricia than to mix my drink. I finally decided to put her out of her misery. “I took her to Heaven, just like I’d planned.”
“And? Did she freak out?”
“Not in the way you use the term. She did some serious fucking though.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I never kid about such things.”
“I’m just shocked.”
“Why would you be shocked? You were the one that first came to me and said she fit the APF profile. Now that we know it for sure, you’re suprised?”
Patricia got up and paced the floor. “So, how many men did she fuck?”
“I lost count.”
“Get the fuck out of here!”
“Okay, it wasn’t that deep but I know she did at least two. One in the main room and one in the hot tub.”
“Any women?”
“No, I don’t think Mary Ann gets down like that.”
Patricia disappeared into the kitchen for a couple of minutes and came back with a piña colada. I knew she would go for one because I’d never seen her turn down a drink.
After sitting beside me on the sofa, she asked, “So it’s time then?”
I sighed. “The timing will never get any better than this.”
18
Patri
cia
“Mary Ann. Patricia. Come right on in.” Olive beamed at us, moving out of the way so we could cross her threshold. “I’ve prepared some jambalaya and made some frozen piña coladas.”
“Sounds good,” I said, rubbing my belly. I hadn’t had a thing to eat all day and I was a huge fan of Olive’s piña coladas. Never turned them down.
“Yes, it does sound nice.” Mary Ann followed us into the living room. “Thanks for inviting me.”
“You’re always welcome in my home, Mary Ann.”
Olive and Mary Ann stared each other down for a few seconds. “Thank you.”
“All of these thank-yous are really not necessary,” Olive said, heading into the kitchen to get us some drinks.
Mary Ann and I sat down on the sofa. She leaned into me and whispered, “I’m just trying to be polite.”
We stuffed our bellies full of delicious jambalaya. I got a bit tipsy off the piña coladas and spent the majority of the evening trying to think of the correct approach to the matter at hand.
“Mary Ann, there’s something important Olive and I need to discuss with you,” I blurted out, interrupting a hand of trump between the two of them.
She gave me the most incredulous look before responding. “Is this about what happened between Drayton and me? I only went back to his place that one time.”
“Say what? When did you go back over there?” Olive demanded to know. From the frying pan into the fire, I thought.
“I’m sorry. I just assumed he told you,” Mary Ann whispered apologetically. She pleaded for Olive’s forgiveness with her eyes. When she didn’t get a positive response, she glared back at me. “Anyway, I take it you know what happened, Patricia? About what happened in the alley that day and the next night? I can tell by the way you’ve been acting toward me.”
I was cold busted and I knew it. “Olive did mention it.”
“I bet,” Mary Ann hissed. “Did she tell you about the club also?”
I shrugged, ignoring the question. “That’s not what we brought you here to discuss.” I braced myself for the next statement. I had no idea what Mary Ann’s reaction would be. “It’s about our investment club.”
“Oh, is that all?” she snidely remarked, appearing slightly relieved. “I’ve been thinking quite a bit about that and if it’s okay I’d like to invest a few dollars every month.”
I glanced over at Olive, making sure she’d take up the slack for me if things turned ugly. She had this special way of explaining things that none of the rest of us were blessed with. She nodded, urging me to continue. “That’s cool, but there’s a little more to the club than that.”
“Like?”
“You remember Yvette?” I asked, knowing good and damn well she did. “The sistah that called me soror in the dining hall that day?”
“Yes, she’s a friend of yours from high school.” Mary Ann took another sip of her piña colada. “She was also here at the meeting that day, right?”
“Yes, but she’s not a friend from high school. She’s not even from New York. I lied.” A quizzical look overtook Mary Ann’s face. “I met Yvette through Olive.”
Mary Ann darted her eyes over at Olive and then back at me. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me.”
“You see, Yvette and I are sorors, but not because of some girls’ club in high school. We belong to…I mean, we’re both a part of…” I started searching for words that wouldn’t come. That’s when Olive took over.
“Let me handle this, sissypoo.” Olive got up off the floor, walked around the coffee table, and sat down next to Mary Ann on the sofa. “Mary Ann, I believe in calling a spade a spade, a dick a dick, and a pussy a pussy.”
Mary Ann cackled and so did I. Olive sure did have a way with words. “Your point being?”
“Patricia, Yvette, and all the other women that were here in my place that first day belong to the D.C. chapter of a nationwide secret sorority.”
“What’s a secret sorority?” Mary Ann asked.
“One that only the members know about,” she replied. “Actually, there are nonmembers who know. The men we invite to freak nights.”
Mary Ann chuckled. Some of her drink trickled out the sides of her mouth. “Did you just say freak nights?”
“The way it basically works is that two sorors are selected each month at our investment club meeting to organize freak night for that month, which generally occurs the last Saturday of every month. We meet in a secret location, not at any of our actual homes, and then do a bunch of freaky-deaky shit.”
“And they find the men?”
“Yes, whoever is in charge of freak night picks the men.”
“What if you’re not attracted to the men?” Mary Ann chided.
“They’re all very attractive,” Olive interjected. “We’re extremely picky and I’ve never been disappointed with the dick selections.”
“Let me get this straight,” she blurted out at one point. “You guys meet up with strange men one day out of every month and have sex with them?”
“Hellz yeah!” Olive shouted, her ghettoized twin appearing. “We fuck them and it’s all good too!”
“And you never see these men again?”
“We never see them again,” I replied. “They never know our real names or what any of us do for a living or anything like that. We just use them for sex and then send them on their way. Similar to what we did at the club but APF is on a whole other level.”
“But, but, but how do you find them?”
“We find our cum daddies everywhere,” Olive answered.
Mary Ann fell out laughing. “Cum daddies? This is getting wilder by the second.”
We spent the next three hours telling Mary Ann all about Alpha Phi Fuckem Sorority, Inc.
We told her how the founding members started it in the late seventies right in D.C. and how we’d spread out into seven different chapters: D.C., New York City, Chicago, Los Angeles, Detroit, Atlanta, and Miami.
We described our philosophy, our goals, our mission statement.
“Olive, what about you and Drayton?”
Olive guffawed. “Drayton doesn’t even know my real name. Neither do you for that matter.” She reached out her hand to shake Mary Ann’s. “My real name is Olive Cooper.”
“I knew Cox sounded kinda bogus.” Mary Ann giggled. “I find it hard to believe all of this. This is just too incredible.”
“It’s incredibly fun,” I teased. “Alpha Phi Fuckem has changed my life.”
“I can’t do this. I’m with Trevor.”
“You didn’t seem too hung up on Trevor the other night when you were getting busy with manwhore number one and manwhore number two. Besides, I have a boyfriend too.”
“You mean, other than Drayton?”
“Yes, his name is Hakim. He travels quite a bit on business but you’ll meet him eventually. Now that you know my real name and all.”
We all shared a laugh.
“Will you tell me what you do for a living now?” Mary Ann asked.
“I’m a plastic surgeon.”
“Really?” Mary Ann squealed.
“Yes, I’ve made a shitload of money off people wanting to look better.”
“I could tell you were smart.”
“We’re all smart. All of the sorors are either highly regarded professionals or well on their way like Patricia, Yvette, and yourself.”
“That’s why keeping our identities sacred is so important,” I added. “Most of the sorors have significant others and a few are even married.”
“Married?” Mary Ann fidgeted on the sofa. “And their husbands don’t suspect something foul is going on?”
“Nope.” I joined them on the sofa, sitting on the opposite side of Mary Ann from Olive. “Listen, Mary Ann, we’re not trying to pressure you into making a rash decision tonight or anything, but it’s quite obvious Trevor isn’t knocking the bottom out of that pussy.” She glared at me with disdain. “Then again, I knew that al
ready. I tried to warn you.”
“Let’s not discuss my sex life with Trevor,” Mary Ann snarled. “That’s personal between the two of us.”
Olive played referee. “Enough about some damn Trevor. Let’s talk about Alpha Phi Fuckem.” Mary Ann and I both fell silent. “Mary Ann, if you’re down with this, all you have to do is let us know. There’s no shame in our game. We are what we are. Sexually uninhibited women that like to get fucked right once a month. Hakim’s my heart and soul but he doesn’t fulfill all of my physical needs so I get my jollies off elsewhere.”
“Can I just have some time to think about this?” Mary Ann asked, gulping down her sixth or seventh piña colada. “This is a lot to ingest in one night.”
“Take as long as you want,” I responded, placing my hand on her knee for reassurance.
“I tell you what, Mary Ann,” Olive said. “The next freak night is in two weeks. Give it some thought and let us know what you decide.”
“Okay,” Mary Ann whispered. “I’ll do that.”
19
Mary Ann
What a day! Patricia and Olive had really thrown me into a tailspin by inviting me to join Alpha Phi Fuckem. I had never heard of such a thing but I guess that was the point. They were unique and I had to admit that I was flattered they would even consider me APF material. After all, a sexpot I was not. I had just done a few wild things with Olive but nothing of the nature they were describing.
I had just entered the dorm when I heard someone yelling my name.
“Mary Ann! Mary Ann! Over here!”
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I spotted Clarence standing in the middle of the lobby waving. “Oh, my God!” I exclaimed. It was like seeing a ghost.
“Mary Ann, I almost didn’t recognize you,” Clarence said, rushing toward me. “What’s with the new clothes?”