Page 32 of XX Love Affair
“And you think I can get you in?”
“I know you can. I already have a membership to the club. It’s only a matter of getting into that particular party.”
Mira sighed. “You both have to behave yourselves while also going along with whatever happens. For the love of God, your new girlfriend better be okay with showing some skin and not giving a fuck if the drunken bitches we’re around get handsy.”
“Something tells me she’ll be into it.”
“I’ll see what I can do. No promises. I’ll be in touch.”
Mira hung up. So did Delia, who immediately switched apps on her phone. Deep within her digital notes was a copy of Helena’s bucket list, which she had promised to help check off while they fooled around.
“Let’s see…” Ooh, wasn’t there so much potential with so many people in attendance? Most of what Helena had written down could be accomplished with one or two other women. Or in a private party full of horny onlookers. You don’t go to this kind of party unless you’re ready to get dirty or are already halfway there. Delia wasn’t bothered by it. Helena certainly wouldn’t be.
Wouldn’t this be fun?
Blowing off steam in New York was as easy as booking them two business class tickets for Friday night through Sunday evening. Helena showed up in the lobby of The Boyle Group’s building and was dressed for sensual comfort by the time Delia raced down right at five with her roller bag behind her. There was no time to head home and change or pack. She had been ready from the moment she left her condo.
Especially with someone as lovely as Helena on her arm. Since Delia parked in the short-term garage, until they made it through TSA Pre-Check and into the airline lounge of Delia’s choice, they were quite the pair as they held hands and said few words, as if they had been dating for over a year already.
When they boarded with nothing but carry-on luggage, Helena settled into her window seat and said, “I start a new job when I get back.”
“Oh?” Delia was only slightly interested in the topic.
“Yes. And I move into a new place. Actually, I’ve checked out of my hotel and am keeping my other bags in a locker downtown. Would it be all right if I stayed with you from Sunday night until Wednesday, when I move into my new place?”
This had come out of nowhere, but Delia didn’t see the problem. “I suppose. As long as you have a place lined up.”
“Thanks. I don’t have a lot with me.” Helena fluffed her hair before buckling her seatbelt. “I like to travel light. Besides, after this weekend, I don’t think you’ll have had enough of me.”
Delia ignored that. “It’s a good thing you have room in your luggage. Because I have some plans tomorrow.”
“Oh?”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You’ll find out tomorrow.”
They kept their hands to themselves for the short flight from JFK to their Manhattan suite. Helena was so at home, not only in Business Class but in the private car that carted them into the city and in the pricey hotel room overlooking Central Park. She really has gotten around if this doesn’t faze her. Delia had dated plenty of non-heiresses who squealed to see the views, sat in awe in luxury planes, and constantly commented on how nice everything was. Helena seemed to simply expect it. She was not a woman won over by the kinds of things Delia had taken for granted her whole privileged life.
She also didn’t waste time laying herself out across the bed as if she were dessert.
“You think it’s like that, huh?” Delia was halfway through undressing when she spotted Helena posing like a neglected wife. “I take you to New York, you look like that, we get to it?”
“I know it’s like that.”
Delia continued to admire Helena in the hotel room mirror as she freshened up her deodorant and removed her clingy blouse. Finally free from the constraints of semi-formal business clothing, Delia sighed in relief, her belt likewise coming off as she shed her wintery skirt on the floor.
“I’m tired,” she announced. “And it’s been a terribly long week.” She unsnapped her bra and tossed it over the back of a chair. As she stood half-naked in front of Helena, she announced, “Think I’ll turn off the lights and get under the covers. I trust your imagination is up for it.”
“Whatever you want. I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.”
Delia also enjoyed it. Who didn’t like getting cozy in a big bed with a willing woman’s face between her legs?
Although it was clear that Helena was already well-acquainted with Delia’s kind of girlfriend experience, she didn’t deviate from Saturday’s plans.
They ate a scrumptious lunch at Delia’s favorite sky view spot. They went shopping along Fifth Avenue, where Delia checked in with some of her favorite international designers since the bigger stores tended to carry more of the petite sizes she desired. And she spoiled Helena silly, insisting on buying her a new cocktail dress, three sets of lingerie, and a cozy pajama set she eyeballed for more than ten minutes while waiting for Delia to arrange shipping to her condo in another state.
The dress was perfect for multiple occasions, from semi-formal dinners, to weddings, to charity functions and dressed-up nights in the club. Delia quickly asserted that black was Helena’s color, but only if the outfit came accented with some sparkle or was trimmed in a bolder color that offset her eyes. As for the lingerie, there was a reason for three sets. There was what Helena wanted, what Delia desired to see on her, and what was perfect for a trip to any of the nightclubs they were wont to frequent together. The scantier, the better.
But Helena already had an outfit set aside for the club that night, and Delia didn’t disagree that it was best. When Helena came out in the same getup she had been wearing when they met in The Dark Hour, the only notes Delia had were “brighter panties” and “decadent jewelry.” While Helena harangued her for daring to use the word panties in her presence, Delia phoned the concierge desk and asked for a representative from Tiffany’s to get his ass up to her room so she could pick out something for Helena’s outfit. They were about to be in the presence of some of the sapphic world’s most elite erotic performers, and Delia would be damned if she showed up with a woman who looked even slightly out of place.