Friends With Extra Benefits (15 page)

"Lisa!" Victoria called out. Glancing up at her,
Lisa continued enjoying her wing. Victoria gave her a look. "Uh,
can I see you for one second?"

Victoria pulled Lisa into the powder room and
closed the door. After sighing, she began, "Um... we already talked
about this, didn’t we?"

"Talked about what?" Lisa replied. Then she
sucked the wing sauce off two fingers with a loud pop before
staring at Victoria, confused.

Victoria made a face, paused, and then said,
"Yeah, that."

Looking down at her hand, Lisa eyed another glob
of sauce and began raising the finger toward her mouth. Victoria
grabbed her arm by the wrist and rolled her eyes while shaking her
head.

"Remember the conversation about the way you
enjoyed the food at the wedding?"

"Sure," Lisa replied casually.

Victoria nodded with her eyebrows raised until
Lisa returned an embarrassed smile. Lisa began, "Oh... I thought
you were only referring to shrimp."

"No, this eating rule covers all foods. Honey,
I'm sorry I wasn't clearer on this. When a man sees you devouring
food like a buzzard attacks a deer carcass on the side of the road,
he understandably gets concerned. Look, when a guy watches you eat,
he's picturing you performing oral sex on him."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. He imagines that what you're doing
to that wing, you'll be doing to his penis when he places it
between your lips. And now, this penis of his is very important to
him. Do you understand that?"

"Yeah, sure."

"And the way you went to town on that wing, the
only conclusion he could logically reach is that after you're
finished with his penis, he'll be pulling back nothing more than a
bloody stump, and that scares the shit out of him."

"Oh, okay. I get it." Lisa nodded with a
slightly confused stare.

"So I would skip the wings, at least for
tonight."

"No problem."

"What else do they have out there to eat?"
Victoria asked.

"Ribs, um... corn on the cob, and salad, I
think."

Victoria shook her head once again with the
concern screaming out loudly from her intense facial expression. "I
don't want to see you anywhere near a rib or the corn, for that
matter."

Lisa gave her a perplexed look. "Why?"

"I'm not even going to answer that." Victoria
frowned.

"What can I eat, then? I'm really hungry."

"You should stick with the salad."

"That's not going to fill me up."

Victoria shook her head.
"Sweetie, if you want to have any chance of
really
getting filled up this
weekend, then you've got to focus on the penis a little more and
the food a lot less."

"That makes sense, but I do need my strength. If
I don't eat, I get cranky."

Victoria pondered this for a moment. "Okay, you
can have the ribs, but eat them with a knife and fork. Got it?"

"I can do that."

"I mean it. If I see you sucking on a rib or
slurping sauce off your fingers you'll be finding yourself a new
sex coach."

Lisa nodded with an embarrassed smile.

"Just remember we want him
to
want
to put
his genitals near your mouth."

"I've got it now."

"Good, now wash the rest of the sauce off your
hands and get back out there."

During the rest of the meal, Lisa was able to
control her table manners—for the most part. After dinner the three
couples and Lisa, Eric, and Victoria sat in the great room to watch
a movie and enjoy some cocktails. Brian whipped up his semi-famous
cosmos for the women, while the men guzzled beers, and Victoria
sipped cranberry juice.

They watched the George
Clooney movie,
The
Descendants
. Even though it was currently
still in theaters, Victoria had in her possession an Oscar screener
DVD copy of the film. The copy was courtesy of one of the producers
of the movie, with whom Victoria had had a brief, yet passionate,
fling eighteen months earlier, while he was on location in Miami.
The two still kept in touch despite that fact that he was now
married. Victoria figured that although she could no longer enjoy
his body, she could still enjoy an early movie release in the
comfort of her own home or while on vacation, as the case may
be.

It turned out to be the wrong film choice as far
as Eric was concerned, since it was a story about a husband who
learns of his wife's secret affair while she’s in a coma. One hour
into the film, Eric was on his seventh beer, and his comments
sprinkled throughout the viewing made it evident he had recently
discovered that Annette was cheating on him.

After the film, the three couples retired to
their bedrooms while the three singles stayed behind in the great
room, talking. As Eric polished off beer number nine, Victoria
shared a look with Lisa. Then Victoria asked, "So, what should we
do?"

Lisa shrugged her shoulders.

Victoria paused, thinking, and then her eyes
brightened. "Hot tub? I'll just put my legs in, but you guys could
get in."

"I'm up for that," Lisa replied excitedly.

The women looked at Eric for his reply, but he
was merely staring down into the bottom of his empty beer
bottle.

"Eric," Victoria called out.

"Huh?" he replied.

"Feel like going in the hot tub?"

"Why not," he mumbled half-heartedly.

Victoria smiled. "Great. Go put on your suit and
we'll meet you out there in a few minutes."

Victoria pulled out her see-through white bikini
and handed it to Lisa. Lisa put it on, and Victoria adjusted her
breasts for maximum cleavage display.

"He won't be able to resist you. When this gets
wet, your nipples will come shining through, if you know what I
mean. He'll be so hard that his bathing suit will explode off his
body."

Smiling, Lisa stared in a mirror at her
bikini-covered breasts.

Victoria added, "After you two get settled, I'll
excuse myself. Just keep the twins underwater until I leave, and
then sit up and put them on display. After that, I'm going to guess
your bed won't be slept in tonight." Victoria winked at her.

"Gosh, I hope so."

Victoria slipped on bikini bottoms along with a
hooded sweatshirt, and they headed out to the great room to wait
for Eric.

After a few minutes, when Eric still hadn't
appeared, Victoria lightly knocked on his door with Lisa standing
behind her. When he didn’t respond, Victoria opened the door, and
they found him face down on the bed, wearing only boxer shorts and
snoring loudly.

Victoria moved to him and called his name a few
times before pushing on his shoulder to jar him awake. When he did
nothing more than groan and turn over, they shared a sad look and
slipped out of his room.

"I guess you're getting a roommate tonight,"
Lisa said.

"Don't worry about it. We'll try again
tomorrow."

Just after 10:00 a.m., Carl sat in his office at
Wealth Stone watching a video on his PC. Rob knocked on the open
door. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, Rob. Please come in and close the
door."

Carl motioned for him to sit in a chair opposite
from his desk.

Rob took a seat and asked, "What's up?"

"I want to show you something."

After Carl clicked the screen, a video began
running of the empty party room at the apartment building. A few
seconds later, Rob and Bridget came into view and stood near the
black chaise.

Rob's face turned a pale white. "Oh, sorry. I
was just show—"

"Don't worry about it." Carl narrowed his eyes.
"She's hot."

"Who?"

"Your girlfriend."

"Thanks, but it's not really all that
serious."

Carl stopped the video. "You're fucking her,
aren't you?"

Rob's mouth opened wide, but Carl didn't wait
for a response. "I would really love to watch you have sex with
her. I'll bet she's really..." He shook his head with a faraway
creepy look. After a few moments, Carl returned from whatever
freaky place his mind had gone and stared back at Rob. "I record
everything that goes on in that room. Everything... I have the
bachelor party and also this..."

Carl clicked on another video, and it began
playing. He clicked again on the screen, and the video jumped to
Rob getting a blowjob from Carl's date on that black chaise on the
night that Carl was off in the other room with the guards.

Rob tried to mask his horror. "Wow, that's... I
didn’t know you had that recorded. It's not, uh, going to be on the
Internet or anything, is it?"

Carl scoffed. "It's for my personal collection.
So what's your girl's name?"

"Bridget."

"I want to watch you have sex with her. Do you
think you could bring her down to the room and put that
together?"

Rob stared at him, dumbfounded, and stammered,
"I'm really not sure. We're trying to take it slow, so..."

Carl shook his head, disappointed. "She looks
like she's got great tits. How are her tits?"

"They're, uh, pretty great... yeah," Rob replied
softly.

Carl smiled. "I met her a couple nights
ago."

"Bridget?"

"Yeah, she was wandering through the building
looking for the gym at around one in the morning."

"Really? I didn't—"

"I tried to get her to try out the steam room,
but she's a shy one."

"Yeah, she is." Rob tried to process this
information as he thought, What the hell was Bridget doing
wandering around the building after they supposedly went to
sleep?

Carl's phone buzzed. He hit the speakerphone.
"Yes."

"David Walters has arrived."

"Okay," Carl shot back.

Rob stood. "So, I'll just—"

"Hey, I've got to go to this lunch meeting, but
you stay... you've got to see the video of the bachelor party."

"Uh, I—" Rob began.

"It's so hot the way those chicks rode your
face. Here. Stay." Carl didn't wait for a reply. He selected
another video, hit play, turned the PC screen to face Rob, and then
smiled. "Try to get Bridget down there. I'm serious."

A very clear shot of Rob being used as an
apparatus began playing on the PC. Rob stared at the screen with
his heart pumping wildly. Carl grinned. "Maybe you could get her to
do that to you."

Carl slapped Rob on the back and then headed for
the door. Rob turned to find the door left wide open. Rob rushed to
close it and then returned to the desk. He sat in Carl's chair,
turned the screen back toward himself, and stopped the video. He
sat there holding his head and struggling to catch his breath.

"Fuck."

Turning to the window, he watched as Carl
climbed into a car with another man and then drove away. When he
turned back to the PC, he pulled up the directory list of videos
and saw that there were hundreds. He selected one at random and
played it. He fast-forwarded to a scene of Carl having sex with two
girls on the chair.

He stopped the video and selected another; this
time, it was of Carl pleasuring himself while he watched two girls
lying on the floor and making out. He selected yet another, but
this one was a shot of the safe door. He watched as Carl unlocked
the safe, opened the door, and disappeared from view. From the
camera angle, Rob could see the bottom edge of a large stack of
gold. A few moments later, Carl returned into view, pushing a hand
truck containing a stack of gold bars.

Pausing the video, Rob stared straight ahead
while rubbing his chin. He exhaled deeply and closed his eyes. When
he opened them, he glanced at the PC monitor and noticed a number
of other minimized applications at the bottom on the screen.

Turning back to the window, Rob glanced out at
the parking lot and then nervously toward the door. He clicked on a
spreadsheet and began studying it. It was a listing of gold
purchases with dates going back almost four years. At the top was
an entry for the current price of gold. It held the number 1,739.22
per ounce.

The sheet was also broken down into two
sections, one labeled "Wealth Stone" and one labeled "Blue Stone."
He scrolled down the Blue Stone list to the bottom. There, he saw
the most recent purchase was 600 pounds with a date less than a
week old. He looked at the bottom line total of 20,250 pounds of
gold with a value over 563 million dollars.

Rob ran his fingers through his hair with his
mind racing. Pulling out his cell phone, he selected a number and
hit send.

A man answered. "This is Gary."

"Gary, it's Rob. I'm, uh, out with a client, and
he's asking about the fund's current position in gold. Can you
check for me?"

"Sure, hold on a sec... Um, looks like it's two
point three million."

"Really? And what's the total value of the fund
right now?" Rob asked.

"Seven hundred fifteen million and change."

"Thanks." Rob ended the call. He turned back to
the computer screen and shook his head. Scrolling to the Wealth
Stone section of the spreadsheet, he checked the bottom line. There
he found the total listing just over 10,000 pounds of gold with a
value of over 278 million dollars.

He leaned back in the chair and stared at the
ceiling, thinking, How the fuck does Wealth Stone have over eight
hundred fifty million in gold, and virtually none of it is on the
books?

Back in snow country after breakfast, Lisa
removed her bra and panties as Victoria looked on, holding a
one-piece coral-colored ski suit. Victoria said, "Just forget about
last night. Nothing is better than outdoor sex on a cold, crisp day
out on the ski slope. I take that back; oral sex while riding on a
ski lift is pretty fucking amazing, not to mention somewhat
dangerous."