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Subject: {ASSM} RP [2/4] Midsummer Night's Orgy (MF) {Vickie Morgan}
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WARNING: This story includes sexually explicit material.
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Midsummer Night's Orgy
Vickie Morgan
Chapter Two
Natalie decided to tackle the organisation of an orgy in the same way
she would organise anything else. The only difference was she
couldn't get her secretary to take care of the little details. She
had a sudden image of Miss Munroe's face if she asked her to find a
dozen or so studs for an orgy. Her face would pucker up like she had
bitten into a lemon, her scraggly eyebrows would rise and her thin
lips would fold in on themselves. It was almost tempting to ask her
just to watch her reaction. She would shake her head, draw her self
up and clutch her notepad against her chest like a protective shield
before saying 'I'll do my best, Miss Benton.' in her usual martyred
tones. Still, she had worked hard to earn a reputation for
professionalism and she didn't want to ruin it just to wind up her
secretary.
It did bring up the major problem: men. The major ingredient of an
orgy was plenty of men. Dawn would probably be able to round up a
few, she always seemed to know plenty of flaky people. It was hard to
envision Rebecca being able to find many men in her everyday suburban
existence. Although she had never actually attended an orgy, she
calculated that at least twelve men would be needed for the three of
them. So somehow she had to find about ten willing and able men.
She mentally ran over a list of her male acquaintances. Most of them
were business contacts. The few she had dated had rarely lasted more
then a couple of weeks. They had all been serious career obsessed
men, not the kind to roll around on a beach having uninhibited sex.
So she would have to find the necessary men somewhere else. The
simplest way would be to advertise. It took her a few minutes to
draft out a suitable advertisement. 'Men wanted for an orgy. Please
supply photos, genuine names and addresses so background checks can be
made. No time wasters please.' Natalie knew a policeman who owed her
a few favours, she was sure he wouldn't mind running a few checks for
her. The advertisement sounded businesslike enough and covered all
the essentials. She would send it to as many personal columns as she
could find. Hopefully there would be enough responses that she would
be able to pick and choose.
The next most important thing was to check the date. She had a vague
idea it was June 21st or 22nd. She wasn't too sure exactly how where
to look. Her filofax had no mention of Midsummer's Night or the
solstice. Bank Holidays, full moons and Father's Day were all clearly
marked, but not the information she needed.
Exasperated, she turned to the Internet. She had quite a lot of other
things to organise yet, not to mention a whole pile of work papers she
still had to go through. She decided to pick someone else's brains,
instead of searching the web herself. So she answered the e-mails in
her Inbox, a long overdue job, and tacked her query on the end. Janey
had replied before she had logged off. With her customary efficiency,
Janey had found a website and copied and mailed her the salient
points. According to the Farmer's Almanac 'the timing of the summer
solstice depends on when the Sun reaches its farthest point north of
the equator. This occurs annually sometime between June 20 and June
22. This year (1999), it occurs exactly at 3:49 P.M., EDT, on June 21,
(circa 9:49 or 10:49 a.m. British summer time)'.
Natalie wondered for a moment whether Midsummer's Night was the same
as the solstice. Then she decided it didn't matter. This was their
orgy, there were no hard and fast rules. With that in mind, she
decided that she would arrange their celebration to start on Sunday,
20th June. It would probably be easier for most people to come on a
Sunday night rather than a Monday.
Satisfied on that point. Natalie moved onto more practical matters.
Even though it was the official start of summer, England's weather
couldn't be depended on. The last few years at Wimbledon had shown
that it could quite happily rain cats and dogs whatever the season.
If they didn't want rain to stop play it would be sensible to take
precautions. Tents seemed the simplest solution. Not the ones which
took hour to put up while you tried to figure out which pole was Part
C and why it wouldn't fit into Part D like it was supposed to. She
would get one of the modern ones that were held together with springs
and virtually put themselves up. If it stayed dry they could roll the
sides up to let in the evening air while still having some measure of
privacy.
A plentiful supply of condoms were another essential, along with
somewhere to dispose of them and boxes of tissues to clean up with.
Wine would be a good idea to help loosen everyone up. Natalie knew
she would need some even if no one else did. Low alcoholic beer would
do for the men. After all, it wouldn't do for them to drink too much
and not be able to rise to the occasion. A couple of cool-boxes to
store the drinks in would be needed. Toilet facilities would be
needed too, as the beach was miles from civilisation. Natalie added a
camping toilet to her list. Some crisps and biscuits to snack on
would help to keep everyone's strength up. She chewed the top of her
pen while she tried to think what else they would need. Something
comfortable to lie on. Air mattresses were too bouncy with more than
one person on them so some kind of foam mattresses seemed the best
option. Presumably she would be able to get them from the camping
equipment shop, along with everything else. She considered getting a
camping stove in case anyone wanted hot drinks, but in the end decided
against it. There would be the fire to keep everyone warm in between
bouts. Which reminded her, firestarters and cigarette lighters to
make sure they got the fire started. They would also need wood. In
her experience, driftwood was never as plentiful as expected. She
would get a camping kettle and they could put it on the fire to heat.
She would need to take some milk, tea and coffee but there was a tiny
stream that came out halfway up the cliff face they could use for
water.
She looked at her list, and added a car to it. There was no way she
would be able to pack all of the equipment into her MG. She thought
her parents would let her have their car for the weekend. She
sketched out a map to the beach and scanned it into the computer. It
was a tiny cove at the end of a dirt track in the middle of nowhere.
It was a tricky scramble to the bottom but it was possible. Natalie
added ropes to her list. After thinking for a moment, she put down a
tape recorder. Some background music might be nice. She pondered a
little longer, then put away the list, satisfied she had thought of
everything. She put the orgy out of her mind and turned her attention
to her work.
Dawn was pleased to see Natalie's letter. Peter had eventually come
round to collect his belongings. One thing had lead to another and he
had ended up staying the weekend. Dawn had foolishly thought that
they were back together. She had been devastated when he had picked
up his box and prepared to walk out. They had started arguing and
some hurtful things had been said on both sides. Dawn was still upset
and she welcomed any distraction.
It appeared that Natalie, as usual, had everything well organised.
The maps were a good idea. Dawn ran off some photocopies and put them
in her bag to take to her evening art class. She was hurrying out of
the photocopying room when she ran straight into two of her
co-workers. Her bag skidded off one way and her papers flew off in
the opposite direction while she ended up on her hands and knees. She
pushed her hair back from her face and looked up to see the two worst
possible people in the world looking down at her: the head of the
clinic, Ben Martin, and Rob Anderson, the reflexologist. She needed
to make a good impression on Ben, as he was technically her boss. Rob
was one of the few people she completely disliked. He thought
aromatherapy wasn't a valid treatment and he made it obvious that he
thought Dawn was too irresponsible. She had several times pointed out
that there was just as much scientific evidence backing up
aromatherapy as there was upholding reflexology. He just listened
patiently and gave her a tolerant smile, before ignoring everything
she had said. They both courteously bent to help her pick her
belongings up.
Dawn made a grab for the maps, but Ben got there first. He raised an
eyebrow as he handed them to Dawn, and she devoutly wished she hadn't
written 'This way to the orgy of the millennium' across the top in big
letters. She gave him a weak smile and decided there was no point
trying to explain the unexplainable. She got to her feet and accepted
her bits and pieces before making as swift an exit as she could.
She handed out the maps to the boys in her art class. She got on well
with them all and quite often went to the pub with them. There were a
few teasing remarks but no one seemed horrified at the idea. She just
hoped none of them mentioned the orgy to Peter, who some of them knew.
Nothing would more surely ruin the atmosphere of an orgy as her
ex-boyfriend turning up.
Rebecca had managed to forget all about the orgy. Nearly. Except
late at night when she couldn't sleep. Then she couldn't help
wondering what it would be like, if she ever dared to go through with
it. Making love all night in the moonlight. Except it wouldn't be
making love, it would be raw mindless sex. She was ashamed to realise
that the idea excited her. Her married life seemed to have fallen
into a routine of a making love a couple of times on a weekend and
Bank Holidays and Christmas. She could remember the early days of
their relationship when they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
Before all the passion was eroded away by day-to-day stresses and
strains.
It wasn't until Natalie's letter arrived that Rebecca was forced to
face reality. With her customary efficiency, Natalie had sent several
copies of the map, with the date and time on, 'to give to the men' the
accompanying note said. The official start time was eight o'clock in
the evening but Natalie said she would be there from about six getting
set up. She also suggested that they should aim to invite a minimum
of four men each.
Rebecca sat on the sofa staring at the words 'four men'. Where on
earth was she supposed to find four men willing to attend an orgy?
Ask some of Tony's work colleagues? Put a notice on the board at the
supermarket? Rebecca shuddered at the idea. She stood up and dumped
the maps in a desk drawer. She would just go at six, help get set up
and see her old friends again, and then explain that she couldn't stay
as she had another appointment she couldn't cancel. They would
probably think she was chickening out, but she couldn't help that.
After all, she was a respectable married woman and respectable married
women didn't attend orgies. Her mind made up, she tried to get on
with her usual chores and forget about the orgy.
She was handing Tony his tray of food that night when he startled her
by asking about her letter from Natalie.
"I recognised her writing," he explained when he saw how surprised she
was. "All spiky and aggressive, just like her. So how come she's
phoning and writing to you all of a sudden?"
"I told you the other day, we're all meeting up on Midsummer's Night.
I knew you weren't listening."
"Sorry love. So what have you got planned?" he asked. "I take it
Dawn's going to be there too."
"Yep, all three of us together again," Rebecca said, smiling at the
thought.
"The Three Witches reunited, what a thought," Tony said. "What are
you going to do? A couple of human sacrifices? A wild orgy?"
"We thought we'd skip the sacrifices and just have the orgy," Rebecca
told him, wondering how he'd react.
"An orgy," he repeated, giving her an enigmatic look.
"Uh-uh. Why do you have a problem with that?" she challenged.
"Hey, I wouldn't dream of telling you what to do," Tony replied
quickly. "If Natalie's organising this shindig there's no need to ask
if I'm invited. That woman hates my guts."
"If you'd be a bit nicer to her, you might find that you two got on
better," Rebecca said automatically, tried to decide if she was
disappointed or pleased by his reaction.
"I'll pass, thank you. It would be like being nicer to a scorpion, it
would still sting you. I wonder if she still dresses all in black
with all that black lipstick. No wonder she's such a good lawyer, the
judges are all terrified of her. I know I would be."
"You're just being silly now," Rebecca said. "I'm not having this
argument about Natalie again."
"Well she's the last person I want to talk about," Tony said.
"Anyway, the match is starting."
Rebecca half-heartedly picked at her meal, watching Tony become
absorbed in his football. She cleared away their plates and went
upstairs to take a shower. If Tony didn't care about her going to an
orgy, she was starting to think she might go after all. She could say
that she had invited a couple of men but wasn't too sure if they were
coming or not. She was sure neither Dawn nor Natalie would mind.
Towelling herself dry she caught sight of her reflection in the
mirror. She took a moment to examine herself. She had to admit she
had let herself go a bit; far too many curves in all the wrong places,
to put it nicely. From the photographs she had seen in the newspapers
she knew Natalie was just as tall and slim as she had been at
university. Her dark hair was cut short, giving her an added air of
elegance. Dawn had always had a curvy figure, and whenever she had
put on weight it had just increased her curves. Besides, her mane of
bright red curly hair and her bright blue eyes always distracted
attention away from any flaws. Rebecca had no such assets. Her
blonde hair had faded to nondescript brown and her skin had a sallow
hue from lack of sun. If she didn't want to be the frump of the party
she had a lot of work to do, and only a month to do it in.
Copyright Vickie Morgan, 1999
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