EPILOGUE
I checked my phone again.
35 minutes have passed .
Each minute felt like a lifetime.
Didn't help I looked at my phone every other minute. I couldn't help it. I've been at the bar for 35 minutes now after Anthony kicked me out of the suite. Apparently he didn't need my help. Anthony calmly, yet dominantly, lead me to the elevator after I wasn't quick enough to leave. I hated the idea leaving Maya alone with him again. I think I hated more not knowing what exactly he was doing to her.
The thought of him fucking her again did cross my mind, but I remember what kind of man Anthony is and what he said before. If he wanted to fuck her again, he would. And he would tell me he would without caring what my response was. Because he knows that I won't do a damn thing.
So why the secrecy? What is he doing to her?
The only other thing he told me before pushing me into the elevator was to keep an eye on my phone where he will text me when to come back up with more instructions.
When the elevator reached the main floor, I made a bee line for the bar.
I already had five strong drinks. The buzz did help relieve some of my tension. Not all of it but it was better than nothing. The bartender asked me if I wanted another drink when I finally got a notification from my iphone. I looked at it quickly to read Anthony's text message.
"Come back up. Don't say a word."
I didn't bother answering the bartender. I left as soon as I read what the text said. I forgot to leave a tip but I didn't care. I wanted to get back to Maya as soon as possible.
As I made my way back to the elevator, I looked at the only text Anthony sent me. Especially the second part.
Don't say a word.
What did he mean by that? Say what? Say anything? To whom? To him? Hopefully the answer will be forthcoming when the time comes.
There was an unusually high volume of people waiting for the elevator when I got there. It annoyed me thinking I was probably going to have to wait for the second or third trip after everyone in front of me had gone up.
The electronic indicator on top of the elevator doors remained unchanged on floor 26. My agitation started to get worse but was cut short when it finally started to descend. This sucked. If the suite was accessible by stairs I would've gone up that way. I've never stayed in a suite before in my life but that had to violate some fire safety code, right?
The group in front of me were edging closer to the doors as the number reached closer to lobby floor. When the elevator finally arrived and opened its doors, a lone attendant was inside. He held up his hand to motion for us to stop from entering the elevator.
"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen," the attendant started, "I apologize for the inconvenience, but I am here to invite the McCarthy party guests to enter so that I may escort them to the resort's suite."
Of course, I was immediately puzzled by his request. Then I was puzzled over how many people started entering the elevator.
What's going on? Are these people coming up with me? Is there a different person with the last name McCarthy who also has a suite? That can't be. Plus this is the only elevator that goes to the suite where Anthony is staying. Unless I'm at the wrong elevator?
No, this is the right one.
After what I assume everyone for the McCarthy party had entered the elevator, the attendant next announced, "Last, call for the McCarthy party!"
I suppose if this was the wrong suite, it wouldn't be a problem for me to come back down. With that in mind, I hastily made my way inside the elevator.
There was so many people inside, it felt like a tight fit. I couldn't even turn around as I had to face towards the back of the elevator. The moment I stepped in, I could hear the elevator doors closing behind me. Next, came the familiar feeling of the elevator going up to its destination.
I took the time to scan the people in the elevator to give me some kind of clue who these people were and why they were going to the suite too. Instantly, I discovered a noticeable similarity between all of them: they were all men.
Most of them were bigger or taller than me. Different races. I didn't recognize a single one.
It was relatively quiet at first until someone broke the silence.
"Everyone else here spoke to a guy name Anthony, too?" a guy to my right asked. A collective of affirmations came from the group. "Well, I'll be damned. This guy wasn't fucking around, huh?" the same guy also said, followed by a laugh, which made most of the guys laugh too.
I now had a sneaky suspicion of what Anthony had planned for tonight. The thought gave me a heavy heart, which was already starting to beat fast.
Besides some hush talk from several of the guys, the rest of the elevator ride was quiet. There were too many thoughts going through my head that I couldn't form a single one. It felt like time has slowed down considerably. The ride up to the suite felt longer than any of the previous times I went up. I think I was on the verge of passing out. Being in a confined space with a bunch of others did not help. Everything around me started going black. Went the elevator finally stopped and reached the suite, I snapped back to reality.
I got off the elevator last. Every one else slowly got out taking in the view the suite had to offer.
I followed close behind walking behind the tallest guy so that I can remain invisible.
"Gentlemen, welcome! Please, come in. Don't be shy. Help yourself to refreshments. Make yourself at home!" I heard Anthony announced from, I assumed, the living room area.
I looked over at the kitchen to see a display of alcoholic drinks. Both beer and liquor. Some of the guys I rode in the elevator with took advantage of Anthony's offer and made their way to the drinks. I noticed the strong aroma of marijuana in the air.
My heart dropped even lower when I looked over at the living room area to see more guys already in the suite! Some were standing and socializing while others sat down. It was hard to determine how many more there were. But there was a lot. What is Anthony planning?
I finally saw Anthony standing in the middle of the living room area, counting all the guys who came out of the elevator. I noticed the tall guy I was standing behind moved away when Anthony made eye contact with me as he was counting. I looked away quickly but I knew he saw me.
"Good! I think that's everyone. Now, we can get this night started," Anthony said.
"'Bout fucking time, man!" One of the guys replied. A majority of them laughed. Including Anthony.
"I know, I know, Ray. Your patience will be rewarded. But first, if I can have your attention, we have to go over a few ground rules before we can begin."
After hearing this, everyone gathered in front of Anthony to hear what he had to say. My God, was there a lot of guys here.
"First, this is not a gangbang. Not technically speaking anyway. Only one at a time. No exceptions," Anthony began.
Anthony paused for a second to let his words sink in. The first rule seemed to sit pretty well with most of the guys.
"Second, while she likes it rough, go easy on her. I don't want to see any permanent damage after this is all done. If I see anything I don't like, I'm going to put an end to it. Got it?"
There were nods and grunts of approval from the group.
"Which also leads me to mention that because she has never done it before, no anal allowed."
This brought a mixture of groans and boo's from the crowd.
"I know, I know," Anthony chuckled, holding his hand up to silence them before continuing. "But if any of you assholes can take multiple cocks in the ass tonight, then I might consider it. Until then, nothing goes in her ass."
"If that's what it takes!" someone shouted, followed by laughter from the guys.
But much to their dismay, the group collectively agreed to Anthony's second rule.
"Third, clean up after yourself. If you decide to go bareback, please clean up any mess you leave behind for the next guy. There will be wipes located on the nightstand at your disposal."
Bareback?! I was definitely not okay with this. Maya was still on birth control but I didn't want to risk her contracting any kind of disease. I wanted to speak up and say something, but being surrounded by bigger men all around me pacified any objections I had. Instead, I continued to listen with the rest.
"Fourth, you will be recorded. It's not only for us to relive this night for years and years, but it's also for our protection. If any of you gentlemen decide to do something we don't like, we will use the video recording as proof. Not to worry though. We will blur all faces. If this makes you feel uncomfortable still, you're free to leave. No hard feelings."
Some of the group looked around to see if anyone would leave. No one did. What guys wouldn't do for pussy. Free pussy to be exact.
"And the last rule, everyone here gets one turn before anyone gets seconds. It's only fair, right?"
Everyone seemed to be in agreement. I guess I should be relieved even these horny guys can act like gentlemen.
"Any questions?"
“No?”
"In that case, gentlemen! It is time! Does everyone still have the number I gave you?"
Everyone answered in agreement. Some of whom held up a piece of paper. I didn't wonder a moment longer when Anthony explained further.
"Great! I like to think a room full of horny bastards can act like civilized horny bastards, right? So think of this as waiting for your number to be called to get your hair cut. Except tips are not necessary."
More laughter from another of his jokes.
"And while the lucky one has the pleasure of screwing my lovely wife, the others here can enjoy...," Anthony turned on the television in the living room, "...for their viewing pleasure."
On the screen was Maya. My Maya. Still in the lingerie she wore just for me sprawled on the bed. She was awake, though. She was rolling all over the bed in ecstasy. She would go back and forth feeling the material of the sheets and feeling herself. Her face had the look of someone who was ready for sex. I wonder if she knew what was about to happen tonight?
The other men were whooping and hollering when they saw Maya on the screen. I couldn't blame them. She looked like a porn star ready to shoot a scene.
"Fuck me..."
"That is one hot bitch..."
"Oh, hell yeah..."
"I'm gonna fuck the shit outta her."
I can't believe this was going to happen. I wanted to stop it, but in my head, I saw every one of them beating the shit out of me if I denied them sex with Maya. I know what the possibility of sex does to a man. And I know what happens if anything comes in between them.
Plus, and I think most importantly, I don't think I really wanted to stop it.
Now that Maya has sworn she would never do this again for me, this may be the only opportunity I get to see her sleep with another man. I just didn't think it would be multiple men in one night. I remember feeling very disappointed that I was never going to see her again in action. I felt worse knowing I wanted to see her do it again more than anything. Damn Anthony for doing this to me. To us.
Anthony procured a big empty bowl.
"Now then, who's lucky number one?"
THE END