Page 36 of Dancing With Lies

By the time the threesome finished on the twin bed, the same as those she’d set up in all six of the areas she’d arranged in the attic, she was ready to find Lincoln. She might jump him, but she needed to check on him. An hour had passed so she was hoping he might have disappeared into his bedroom with one of the ladies.

She wandered down the stairs to the second floor, looking into rooms that were open, but she didn’t see him. She didn’t hear him either, but that didn’t mean anything at all. Her hopes rose when she went downstairs and didn’t find him in any of the rooms on the first floor either. A quick check of the deck in the back showed he wasn’t there either. Perhaps she’d accomplished her mission after all and young Lincoln was being introduced, properly, into the darker realms of sex.

A warm wind blew as she walked along the deck that stretched across the side of the house and to the front of the house. If she’d accomplished her mission, she could go home a happy girl. He’d have someone to keep him occupied at night and she could get back to her own life. Maybe even take up dancing somewhere again or take a gig here and there to keep her name out there.

She wasn’t happy when she found Lincoln on his own, on the front porch staring out at nothing. For fuck’s sake, what was he doing out here? Brooding from the looks of it, on his own. “What the fuck are you doing out here, Lincoln?”

“What am I doing out here, Roxie? What am I doing out here? There’s people having sex all over my house, that’s what I’m doing out here.” He exploded, standing up to confront her, anger a dark look on his face.

“But you wanted this, didn’t you?” She was confused, lost because it seemed like she’d done exactly what he’d wanted but now he was pissed? “You wanted to know what it was like to be in my world, wanted a playroom, and I gave it to you. You wanted to know what this was like, well it’s in fucking there, not out here.”

“I did, but…fuck!” He spit the word out, pushing a hand through his hair as he moved to the railing and turned away from her. “I wanted it, yeah.”

“Then what’s the fucking problem?” Her ire was rising higher now. What the fuck was wrong with him?

“Nothing. It’s fine.” He shook his head, his brown hair gleaming in the moonlight like a halo. “It’s just…”

“What, Lincoln?” She pushed when he went quiet. She used a gentler tone, wondering if he’d seen something that had appalled him. Something might have freaked him out, driven him out here, so it was best to be gentle.

“Nothing. Never mind.” He walked by her, anger making his jaw clench. “Let me go see if I can find one of your friends to fuck. I suggest you do the same. Or just fuck off completely. That would be good too.”

“Are you for fucking real?” She drawled slowly, offended now. “Fuck you, Lincoln. I hate you so much.”

“Yeah, ditto.” He called over his shoulder without turning back.

She’d worked hard to set up his house, to find the right people for this party, choosing with Dylan, Emily, and Kai only those that would be willing to take it a little easy so they could all introduce Lincoln into this world gradually. Surely none of them had gone against the rules and taken something a little too far? But who knew what would freak a person out? Or was it just that he was mad that people were having sex in his house? But why would he be pissed at her for doing exactly what he’d asked of her?

This was fucking childish.

With a muffled curse, she walked back into the house and looked for Lincoln again, but couldn’t find him. A guy named Tony tried to get her to stop and talk to him, but she brushed the guy off. She wasn’t there as anything but a facilitator tonight. Sex was not on the table for her. Even if she’d been tempted to join that threesome upstairs and couldn’t stop imagining being up there with them and Lincoln. It was a problem she didn’t want to face at all, this torture her brain was causing her with images of Lincoln.

She finally found Lincoln laughing with Kai in the kitchen, but she didn’t go in. Sex between friends was one thing, there was an openness between her and the other women at the party that only pertained to sex. She could join any of them, as long as she was invited, but this was a different situation. Lincoln was laughing with Kai, a private moment between friends, and he was relaxed. He’d been so pissed at her when he left the porch that she didn’t want to interrupt what looked like a good time between the two friends. Kai was pointing out Jasmine to Lincoln, but he shook his head.

His continued refusal of any of the gorgeous women she’d invited to the party baffled Roxie. Why weren’t any of the women good enough for him? What, did he only like virgins or something?

Or women that had no experience, she thought, with what might be dawning understanding. Was that the problem? Most of the women there knew what sex was and were knowledgeable about it. Hmm. That wasn’t a kink she liked to mess with or be around, really. Emily had been the most virginal woman she’d ever found a protector for, but that was as close as she came to it. And Emily had all but begged her for the opportunity.

Wendy was the exception tonight. She was the only one that matched Lincoln really, but Wendy wanted to walk on the dark side, Lincoln wouldn’t interest her. Which reminded Roxie that she needed to find Wendy and check on her too. She left Lincoln with Kai and walked out to begin a search for her newbie guest.

Roxie couldn’t find her and finally decided to send Wendy a message since she’d said she’d have her phone on. After a long wait, Roxie got a message back saying Wendy was fine, so Roxie went back downstairs, found a glass to fill with scotch in the living room, and took a seat with River on the couch.

“Nobody tickled your fancy, huh?” Roxie slugged back a little of the scotch after she asked the question.

“Oh, I’d have gone with Emily and Dylan when they headed upstairs if they’d asked, but I think both are kind of afraid of going that far.” River said, surprising Roxie.

“Holy fucking moly. Really?” Roxie asked, stunned into gaping at River.

“Oh, fuck yes. Emily’s fucking hot and Dylan? Mmm, he’s delicious.” River grinned over at Roxie and leaned in. “But you’re fucking hot too, Roxie, if you want to play.”

“I’d love to, babe, but I’ve got a boyfriend.” Roxie pointed out, but River’s offer amused her. It was tempting, but no.

“So, do I. And a girlfriend.” River fluttered her eyelashes in comic imitation of a coquette and grinned. “I’m going to have to go home if I’m not going to get fucked.”

“I think you might find someone if you keep looking. Or maybe you can invite Dylan and Emily to watch you. They do love to watch.” Roxie offered, her eyebrows up in encouragement. And maybe she’d watch River and the James couple if they’d all let her. She was going to stroke out if she kept it up though. Too much of a good thing, without relief, might just kill her, she decided.

“Ohh, that might be a plan. Maybe I can tempt them into something more.” She paused, clamped her bottom lip between her teeth, then spoke again. “Probably not, but a girl can dream.”

“Go for it, babe.” Roxie encouraged again and sighed as River got up. Roxie watched the redhead walk away, wondering if turning her down was a good idea.