Page 36 of XX Love Affair
“You’re kidding.”
“No. Why do you think our dear and beautiful Blair is hustling for those purple beads? She wants her payday.”
“How much money are we talking?” Helena asked.
“Enough to pay that rent of yours for three months. And then some.”
I wouldn’t have to get that job at the plant shop… That was it. Helena was going to be spanked by every woman at this party if it was the last thing she did!
“Where did you find her?” Mira asked. “She’s sitting there with dollar signs in her eyes.”
“Trust me, it’s more than dollar signs. She’s probably going to get off on it.”
“Quelle horreur.”
Except Helena wasn’t thinking about that now. She was calculating how hard it might be to win all of the green beads. Purple would be the hardest to win, right? Blair had her work cut out for her. Sure, she was pretty and had a nice body, but half the girls at this party would choose to flash above being touched. And gold is the hardest. Helena would stick her tongue in every mouth around her for enough money to pay her bills until she returned to Washington, but the others were right. Michelle was exactly the type to win the gold beads. Helena had seen her in action multiple times before. She puts the most sensible person under some kind of crazy spell. Helena didn’t stand a chance.
Spanking it was.
“I’ve got a good ass to smack, right?” she asked Delia. “I mean, you’ve spanked it a few times now.”
“Hm. I do indeed like smacking your butt when the moment calls for it, but you’ve got stiff competition here. Because it’s not just about the money, Helena. It’s about making me look good, too.” She pulled her belt out of her tailored trousers and motioned for Helena to stand in front of her. As the belt looped around her waist, Delia said, “There. That will help your ass stand out. While few will know whose belt that is, it adds to the illusion that you belong to someone. The Dommes go crazy for that.” Delia laughed. “Except for Mira. It’s all a job to her.”
“A lot of this loses charm when you don’t have millions,” the professional Domme said.
“Are you still house-poor, Whitfield?”
“Keep my house’s name out of your mouth, Benoist.”
Helena didn’t know what this was about, and she didn’t care. She motioned for the green beads in Delia’s hand and donned them before her girlfriend had the chance to lightly smack her ass. Likewise, Mira handed her purple beads to Blair, who finally dropped her bra in her Mistress’s lap and whispered the route she was going to take around the room.
“Oh, shit.” Tara had returned. “You’re going for purple? Guess I’ll go for green, then. Astrid would kill me if I went for gold.” Tara glanced at Helena, who finished adjusting her outfit, including pulling her hair back into a clasp she kept in her bag. “Oh.”
“Friendly competition, huh?” Helena shook out her sleeves. “I’ll win, though.”
“That’s my girl,” Delia said with a grin. “Tell them Delia Benoist sent you.”
The waitress who had dropped off the beads stopped by the moment Tara retreated into the party. “The game will begin in a minute. Please listen for the bell.”
“Remember…” Delia took Helena by the hand before she wandered too far away. “You may be up for almost anything, but even women get handsy here. If someone makes you uncomfortable, grab a club employee if you can’t find me. I’ll be here, though.”
Helena snorted as if the thought of her being uncomfortable in this setting was realistic to anyone who knew her. “Your concern for me is appreciated, but unwarranted.”
“Oh, well, in that case, try not to embarrass me then.”
Helena knew better than to bite the hand that currently fed her, which was why she wasted no time straddling Delia’s lap and gracing her lips with a kiss. When her mouth parted away again, she heard her girlfriend whisper, “Who’s after the gold beads now?”
A bell chimed in the distance. That was Helena’s cue to get on with the show.
“Wish me luck.” She marched the three steps necessary to reach Mira, who already held a string of green beads for her. Blair quickly flashed Delia and grabbed her purple beads. As soon as Mira snapped her hand against Helena’s ass, the party had begun. “Not that I need it.”
Blair went left while Helena decided to go right. Already, she was surrounded by scantily clad women adorned in beads, laughter echoing down the hallways as shrieks of delight tittered between old lovers and new acquaintances. Helena scanned the popular colors around the necks near her, and sure enough, purple was the dominant color. So was green. Only a few dared to go after the gold beads which, Helena soon found, were some of the easiest ones to score.
Because not everyone wanted to participate beyond handing out beads to whoever they liked. For every stranger who was more than happy to touch her ass, there was another who slammed the beads into Helena’s hand in a silent plea for her to go away. Gold beads might require kissing strangers, but more than likely, they were free if a discerning woman simply sidled up from the right side.
Like not everyone wanted to spank Helena in exchange for the green beads.
Suits me fine. She wasn’t in the mood to have her ass numbed by the time she made it back to Delia, who was probably more talk than action. The odds of her kissing someone else in exchange for her beads were low, especially if she wasn’t willing to move away from her couch in the cozy antechamber. When Helena had to double back to head the other way, seven more strings of green beads around her neck, she saw her date still holding the gold beads.