Simply Sara

by Robin Pentecost

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Chapter 7

The next Saturday morning Sara woke alone to a dull, cloudy day. Her date the night before had been brief and only partly satisfying. She´d had a couple of orgasms, but either her heart wasn´t in it or the new lover she had found wasn´t right for her. What was worse, he had begun talking about living together. Sara had closed the subject abruptly, remarking that she wasn´t prepared to be anyone´s steady lay. She awoke tense and irritable, and masturbating didn´t help worth a damn.

      She closed the windows and put on her gray and black sweats to read the paper and magazines. An ad in a small trade journal caught her eye.

CLUB MANAGER Exclusive private club requires experienced general manager. Must have club or hotel experience. Discretion essential. Excellent salary, benefits and perks. Relocation to CA necessary. EOE. Resumes to Box...

      If she were being blackballed by Jefferson, perhaps she should widen her search to an area he might not reach. Somehow, in her present mood, the ad intrigued her. So when she sent off her job-search letters later that day, there was one to the club manager ad despite the fact that it seemed rather odd.

      She trudged slowly back to her apartment. When she got home, Ralph was waiting in the lobby, also dressed in sweats. They went into the elevator together, smooching and groping until they reached Sara´s floor.

      Still moody, Sara gave Ralph her key. He stuck it in the lock, then grabbed her and began pulling her shirt off. Sara tried to stop him, but in one motion, Ralph had pulled the sweatshirt up over her head, tickling her ribs and mouthing her nipples. Sara began to laugh, stifling her giggles for fear of bringing a neighbor out into the hall to see what was going on. At the same time, she struggled to pull her head and arms out of the confining shirt. She wasn´t going to take such treatment without fighting back.

      As soon as her hands were free, Sara began stripping Ralph as fast as he was stripping her. Naked to the waist, she pulled Ralph´s pants down. He wasn´t wearing underwear and he was already hard. He pulled her pants down just as fast, and they were both naked to the ankles and groping each other when the elevator bell chimed, announcing its arrival. Sara shrieked with laughter and grabbed their shirts, while Ralph grabbed for the key.

      With their pants around their ankles, they were barely able to get her door closed behind them before the elevator door rumbled open. From then on, it was a race to see who would get the rest of their clothes off and onto the bed first.

      After their first frantic sex, Sara and Ralph spent the evening snacking on each other´s body, and on food Sara had ready in the fridge. They spent several hours with a plate of raw veggies, smearing garlic dip on each other and eating it off. Sara stuck several unlikely vegetables in her pussy for Ralph to retrieve, which he did willingly and with pleasure for them both. Sara alternated between smearing Ralph´s shaft with edibles and then licking it clean. When they fell asleep, it was with Ralph´s long, soft penis still lodged in the mouth of her vagina.

      Another week went by, barely distinguishable from the rest. Steve´s calls were hurried and brief. Eventually Sunday dawned again, bright and sunny. After Ralph left, Sara lay naked on the balcony, getting her tan and working on her job search. Sara had decided that, if Jefferson was playing dirty, she could, too. A friend in the Personnel Department had made a complete copy of her file and she spent her morning going through it, choosing the items she would use in her interviews. There were a number of excellent recommendations.

      About four, the telephone rang, and Sara dragged it out on the balcony to answer it. She didn´t recognize the man´s voice.

      “Is this Sara Compton?’ he asked.

      “Yes, who´s calling?’

      “Sara, you recently answered our ad for a club manager. I want to do a preliminary interview with you over the phone. Is that all right?’

      “I suppose so,’ said Sara. “With whom am I speaking?’

      “My name is Harry. Let me read part of your letter to us, so you´ll be certain that I really am calling about that ad.’ He read Sara part of her letter; it was the one she had sent.

      “Yes,’ Sara said, “that´s my letter. What´s the name of your club?’

      “Well, as our ad said, we are an exclusive organization. We are located in Southern California. I´m going to ask you a number of questions that are quite personal. You may not want to answer them, but I assure you they all relate to the job we are trying to fill. If you hang up the phone during our conversation, I will call you back once to be certain that you intended to break off our interview. If you did intend to break off, you will never hear from us again. Do you understand?’

      “I guess so,’ Sara said, a little amused at the mysterious tenor of the man´s voice. “Shall I grit my teeth?’

      The man laughed. “Call me Harry, and I hope that won´t be necessary. First, some basics. You should know that I´m a lawyer and I know that not many of the questions I´m going to ask would be permitted in a normal job interview. That´s why I´m remaining anonymous.’ He asked her how old she was, married or not, religion, height and weight, and children. Sara answered honestly, now somewhat amused.

      “So far, not so bad, Harry,’ she said, “A little unorthodox, and mildly illegal, but not bad. Is there more?’

      “Well, now it gets a little more personal,’ said Harry. “Do you consider that you are a person who likes sex?’

      “I see,’ said Sara. She paused a moment, then made up her mind and answered, “Yes, I am.’

      “How often, on the average, to you have intercourse, Sara?’ he asked.

      “What kind of a club is this?’ Sara asked.

      “We are looking for someone who can operate a privately owned club, whose members require extreme discretion and which is totally private. The members are demanding but you will find them friendly if you get a chance to know them. The job is a real one and will be challenging, but not impossible, for someone with your qualifications.’ He mentioned a budget figure that got Sara´s attention. “Do you want to answer this question?’ he asked.

      Sara thought a moment, then shrugged and lay back on the lounge, spreading her legs in the sun. “I might as well. You already know my name and have my phone number. If you turn out to be a creep, I can always get the police after you. How often do I have intercourse? Well, if I don´t get laid at least once a day, I´m not very happy. I can go without if I have to, but I prefer it at least twice a day, and there really doesn´t seem to be an upper limit. Is that what you want to know?’

      “Yes, thank you, Sara,’ Harry replied, his tone of voice brightening. He sounded more relaxed as he continued, “I assume that you have more than one lover. Is that correct?’ he asked.

      “Yes, it is, I found out long ago that one man isn´t enough. I like variety.’  

      “Do you have any problems with nudity? I mean, as far as being naked around the house or at the beach.’

      “Well, right now, I´m lying out on my balcony bare-ass, working on my tan. There are at least three men in the next building who spend part of their weekends looking at me, but I don´t give a damn. Sometimes I put on a show for them – you know, rubbing in the sun tan oil, that sort of thing.’

      “Do you masturbate for them? I assume you masturbate,’ he said.

      “Oh, sure I do, but I don´t think it´s too smart to do that out here, at least not very often. I don´t mind giving those guys a little thrill – I wash the windows in the nude – but I´m no exhibitionist. I´ve often gotten laid out here on the balcony, but usually at night, when people can´t see and couldn´t be offended.’

      “Is there any sexual practice that you would refuse to indulge in, if asked?’

      “You really are getting personal. Well, I´ve never taken it in the ass, if that´s what you mean, but no one´s ever made an issue of it. I´ve just never … I guess I´d say I´ve never needed to.’

      “Would you do it under the right circumstances?’ Harry asked.

      “Whatever they are. I suppose so. I just don´t know if I´d enjoy it. Oh, and bondage really doesn´t interest me. I let a guy tie me up once, and I really didn´t like it. I enjoy sex. I don´t ever want it to be forced in any way.’

      “That´s fair enough. Now, have your ever had sex with more than one partner at a time?’ Harry continued. He sounded quite relaxed, and Sara got the impression his questions were genuine, probably even read from a list – not that he was somehow getting a big thrill from the risqué conversation. In fact, as she described her sex life to a total stranger over the telephone, it was Sara who reacted. She felt moisture build in her crotch, and her nipples hardened that little extra bit she equated with arousal. Now, she laughed out loud at Harry´s question.

      “Funny you should ask. I had my first ‘group experience´ just a few weeks ago. Three men.’

      “Did you do this voluntarily, and did you enjoy it?’ Harry wanted to know.

      “Well, I didn´t plan it, if that´s what you mean. My date set me up for it. But he gave me a chance to back out and I didn´t. And I did enjoy it one hell of a lot.’

      “Have you ever had sex with a woman or women?’

      “Well, we´re moving right along, aren´t we’ Sara chuckled. “No. I´ve never had a woman, never really wanted one. I like men, and that´s what I have as often as I can. Between working and... uh... fucking, I don´t have much spare time for anything else.’

      “Would you have any objection if the circumstances were right?’

      “You and your circumstances. I guess you want to know if I have any moral objections. Well, morals – at least as far as I´m concerned – don´t have much to do with who you have sex with or how. So, you can put down a ‘Yes´ for that one.’

      “What do morals have to do with, if not with sex?’

      “You want that in 25 words or less, don´t you?’ Sara joked. “Well, morality has to do with honesty, living right and not hurting people. With loving, too, I suppose. But not directly with sex, if you see what I mean. Sex can be moral or immoral, but whether it is has nothing to do with the act of intercourse.’

      “That´s an interesting way of putting it, and I do agree with you,’ Harry continued, “though not many people would.’

      “Yeah, well, that´s their problem,’ Sara said, “at least until they make it mine.’ She thought of saying something about Mr. Jefferson´s attitude, but didn´t.

      “I think you´ve answered all the questions I wanted to ask,’ Harry said. “May I ask what you plan to do for the rest of the day?’

      “Well, I expect a friend to come by in a little while.’ Sara thought the conversation had been really over the top, and she decided to push it. “We usually fuck for a while, then have dinner and fuck some more. He´ll probably stay here tonight. At least I hope so, because I like to start Monday off right. With good sex, that is. Does that answer your question?’

      “It certainly does, Sara. All of them,’ Harry said with a smile in his voice. “You may be hearing from us again. If you do, the next time will be one of the people from our recruiting committee who will want to arrange a personal interview. She will mention my name, and say that she represents the club. Okay?’

      “If there is a next time. Yes, that´s fine. Thanks for calling. I think I hear Teddy´s key in the door, and you´ve certainly got me in the mood for what he has in mind. ‘Bye.’

      Teddy was indeed letting himself into the apartment. Sara hung up the phone and went in to meet him. She threw her arms around him and began to undress him. They quickly went into the bedroom.

      Once Teddy was deeply imbedded in her, he said, “What brought this on? It´s no surprise, but it sure is pleasant.’

      “Don´t just lie there, start fucking,’ Sara said, bucking her hips under him, feeling him deep inside her. “I just had a job interview.’

      Teddy shook his head, meanwhile sliding his cock deeper into her, then drawing out. “Sara, sometimes you really amaze me.’ As their juices flowed, he began to move faster and so did she. The subject of jobs didn´t come up again that evening.