Choosing Her Lover

Ryan is scanning the room, looking for me.

“Want to introduce us properly to your friend?” asks James. “In a situation where we’ll talk about something other than cooling systems.

Of course I do.

I wave across the floor. Ryan sees me and his face lights up, smiling at me as though there is no-one else in the room.

We cross to each other, meeting in the middle, where he coils an arm around my waist, reeling me in to kiss me on the cheek.

“Hi, sorry to be so long. It was a bit more….”

“That’s fine. You’re all done now? We have the evening?”

“Yes, we have the evening.” He slips his fingers into mine, and holding hands, I tug him back towards the trio.

“Um, this is Ryan…. and um, you met James earlier. This is Michael and Charlotte.”

“Please to meet you, Michael.” Ryan offers his hand and the two shake. “And you too, Charlotte.” He leans to kiss her lightly on the cheek, then moves to stand by me, his arm around my waist. “You’ve known each other long?”

I prevaricate. This is not yet the time to explain how I first met James and Michael. “Charlotte and I only just met when I started the new job. We don’t really know each other very well.” I explain.

“I suspect that will change,” says James. “Charlotte doesn’t have too many female friends. Another intelligent woman might be welcome company for her? Someone to talk to.” He cocks an eye at her.

“No question of finding an intelligent woman to be good company for a man, then?” she replies, her tone wry.

I suppress a laugh and look away. All three men look baffled. “Have I said something amiss?” asks James.

My eyes meet with Charlotte’s and as we grin, I know that we are both thinking the same thing.

Michael says “What are you talking about, Charlotte? We talk with you all the time…. don’t we?”

intelligent woman.

try to choose my

The fragile male ego….

men say they like intelligent women. I’ve never encountered one who, when it came to it, really felt that

brow furrows. “But I do like intelligent women. It’s one of the things that I find attractive in you; that I can have a conversation with you, rather than just meaningless chit-chat and

ever been asked to get my brains out for

Michael’s eyes dance with merriment and even the saturnine James is sucking

then says, “Excuse me for a moment while

murmurs by my ear. “If I ever appear to insult your intelligence, then tell me. Don’t dwell on it and

hitches and my panties flood. He continues, “And don’t think I don’t know about

hot flush is rising up my throat and

How does he do

react this way. I meet a man, and if I like him enough to

coyness. “I’m sorry, but I

His brows arch….

He’s not fooled….

are now chatting with another couple

who?” Ryan hisses out of the side of his mouth. “I can’t

to

You can’t

are not the point. She’s legally married to Michael,

I

the Club…. “…. is that just about everyone here understands. If you live your life differently, or you have…. um…. unusual tastes, no-one cares. So long as it’s between consenting adults, you just get

taking him too

nods, thoughtfully. “Can’t say I have any argument with that. Want to show me the place? I think we’re a bit surplus to need here.” He nods to where James, Michael, and Charlotte are now deep in

people in various stages of nudity; the cage, which right now contains a girl in a leather harness on her knees and offering her open mouth to passersby. One man stops, pushing his semi-erect cock at her while his friend stands by to watch. In the orgy room, the vast bed, easily large enough to take twenty or thirty people is unoccupied.

says Ryan. “Are