Chapter FOUR

 
After a few months everyone settled back into their lives. The children have seemingly gotten over the disappearance of Benjamin and Jacinta was now working at the bakery head office as a sales rep. She moved into the house with Roz and the children and everything was going fine. Roz on the other hand was restless. She needed a partner but didn’t want a serious relationship ever again. She browsed the internet dating sites and something flashed in the corner of her screen.
 
"Cougar Party - Click HERE for info. Her curiosity got the better of her and she clicked the link. The page wasn’t much, there was an application form if you wanted know more and join. She filled out the form and she got a return email in a few seconds, telling her that someone will be contacting her as soon as possible. Roz forgot all about it and two days later she was in her office and her cell phone rang with a strange number on the ID.
 
"Gran's Coconut Muffins, can I help?"
 
"You have been accepted to Cougars Inc. If you want to be at the next party, save this number and when contacted, give us your location and we will pick you up. Elegantly Casual, no cameras, no cellular phones."
 
The caller clicked off.
 
Roz's excitement went through the roof. She had heard about these exclusive parties where older women hire young men to have sex with for a month. They were never seen in public together since most of the women were either married to prominent members or society, or they carried that status themselves.
 
She saved the number and went out and bought a sexy black dress.
 
Three days later, her cell rang and when she answered, the voice asked if she wanted to attend the next party, she said yes and she gave the address to pick her up from. She had anticipated this and she rented a small apartment in a high rise building near the office.
 
At 8.00pm on the dot, the doorman rang and told her there was a limo waiting for her. She put her shoes on, picked up her bag and left.
 
Curiosity is a dangerous thing when you have been hurt and lost as much as Roz had. With two marriages behind her, two children dead and a fraud for a husband, she felt her relationship days were well behind her. What she needed now was some good hot steamy sex with no strings. The application stated you needed to be 45 and over to be accepted but she figure try anyway and she was right. They saw financial success.
 
She stepped outside the building and a tall sexy black man in a beige Nehru suit, walked up to her, said good evening and ushered her towards a waiting sleek white limousine. She sat down and was impressed immediately. The interior was a soft creamish colour, light classical music was coming through the surround speakers and a section with a bottle of wine and a glass were chilling. She decided she needed her head clear, just in case. Then she saw a basket on the opposite seat and she leaned forward to take it.
 
There was an envelope with her name and the basket was filled with gourmet chocolates, fruit, nuts and candy. She took some chocolate of course and sat back in her seat. About ten minutes into the drive, the limo stopped and a few seconds later her door opened. The driver got in next to her.
 
"Don't be afraid, I need to blindfold you, its procedure."
 
Roz nodded and allowed him to cover her eyes. When he was finished he spoke again. Roz noted his hands were soft and warm and he smelt wonderful. She inhaled slowly.
 
"We will be there in about 15 minutes, if you need anything in that time, feel for the button on your right, push it and I will stop if I can."
 
"Okay thank you." Roz was beginning to get a bit nervous. She didn’t like the idea of being blindfolded but she would endure it for now.
 
Sure enough the limo stopped and she waited. The door opened and the driver took her hand and led her out of the car. When she was steady on her feet. He closed the door and guided her up some steps. She heard an elevator bell ding and she tried to make note of the things around her. She could smell food, flowers, cologne, and carpet deoderiser. Finally they stopped and the bell dinged again. This time she could hear music in the distance.
 
The driver spoke again.
 
"Miss, I leave you here, someone will come to get you. Have a good night and I will be back to take you home. Don’t worry, you are safe here.
 
"Thank you." She marveled at the fact that he sense she was extremely nervous.
She stood waiting and then she felt a hand on her elbow. She was guided towards the music and when the door to the room opened, the music was a loud and upbeat. The person holding her elbow released it and took the blindfold off. It took her a few minutes to get adjusted to the lights but when she got focused, there were hot young men, in suits standing in a line on a stage and women were bidding on them. She could not believe that men still looked like that nowadays. She must really be out of the loop. She took a sear nearby on a plush couch and watched as one by one the men were won by some woman or the other. The young men wore black sexy boxers and a white collar with a black bow-tie. Their bodies glistened much to the delight of the women present. Roz fortunately didn’t recognise any of them and hopefully none of them recognised her. When it was over, each woman had the man she would spend the next month with.
 
A mature woman walked up to Roz and said "Come with me please."
 
Roz got up and followed. They turned a corner away from the crowd and went into an executively designed office. The woman sat behind the desk and motioned for her to sit down.
 
"Mrs. Weekes, I must say you are lucky to have been accepted seeing you are not even 40 as yet but this is a business so rules can be bent often to accommodate new clientele. Now, since tonight is your first night, you will not be paired with anyone. You will simply observe and if you decide you want to stay, you will be handed the rules and regulations and you will pay 3 months fee in advance. Any questions?"
 
"How do I now there isn't a hidden camera somewhere and I won't be on the news in the morning or on Facebook, or Twitter?"
 
"I like you’re thinking. Everything from your application, to your visits, is strictly confidential. This is an unorthodox business and secrecy and discretion are what makes us so special. The women you see out there have either more or just as much money as you do and I know for a fact that their husbands would be put to shame if they found out what went on in here. I am not here to judge. I provide entertainment, how they use it is entirely up to them. This is a big business and my clients expect nothing but quality."
 
"Fair enough. I am intrigued at the moment, why do I have to wait until the next meeting?"
 
"It's procedure but as I said we can relax the rules for new clientele if we find them worthy."
 
"Where do I pay and can I have the rules now?"
 
"We have a cash only policy as you saw on your application and since you want to start right away, you entry fee is $10,000.00. Did you bring your last test results?"
 
"Yes I have them here, both my husbands were cheating both when I was pregnant, I've been tested every year since." She took out the papers and counted out some bills from her bag.
"Who walks around that kind of money?"
 
"I thought I was going to have to bid on someone and I don't need any paper trail."
 
"I need to verify these results give me a minute."
 
She picked up the phone and dialed a number.
 
"Hi sweetie, can you verify this number please?"
She rattled off the reference number and hung up.
 
"Now if you are lying, you will be escorted out of here and back to your apartment."
 
A few minutes later the phone rang and the lady picked up and said okay and hung up.
 
"Now that we know you are telling the truth, what's your criteria for a partner?"
 
"The limo driver who brought me here."
 
"Wow Mrs. Weekes, you continue to surprise me. Hold a second." The lady took out her cell phone and sent a message to someone. Then she scrolled to one of her contacts this time and pressed a number.
 
"Are you done for the night sweetie? Okay, I have a treat for you, can you come up to suite 12? Okay, park in the garage and lock up, give the keys to Mel. From the looks of it, you won't be leaving anytime soon."
 
Roz laughed softly.
 
"Here, show this to the guy at the door and he will take you to the suite. Enjoy." The lady stuck out a card with the number 12 in gold lettering on it.
 
"By the way, my name is Diondre Pitt."
 
"Nice to meet you."
 
Diondre saw something in Rozario and she hoped she was right. She didn’t belong in a cougar club.
 
Roz took the card and left the office. She met a huge guy at the door, she showed him the label on the key and he walked away motioning her to follow.
 
When they reached the suite, Roz noticed it was a hotel suite, with all the perks, hi-fi stereo, flat screen TV, a laptop, a sauna on the balcony and funny enough, the balcony was enclosed by wooden shutters. There was a love seat with an oak center table and on it was an ice bucket with a bottle of Cristal and two flutes. Rozario turned to ask the big guy a question but he was already gone. She closed the door, walked over to the sofa and sat down.
 
She was about to change her mind when the door opened and the limo driver who was now dressed in a pair of hip hugging jeans and a dress shirt, stepped through the door.
 
"Good night miss, my name is Maxwell, would you like me to pour you some champagne?"
 
"Yes thanks. My name is Rozario."
 
"Oh I know who you are. You own Gran's Coconut Muffins."
 
"I see."
 
"Don't be nervous, this is your first night, I don't expect anything from you. If you just want to talk, that's okay and like I said before you are safe here."
 
"Actually I don't want to talk, I need to be made love to not just a fuck. I want you to treat me as if I was the love of your life and you don't want anyone else in this world."
 
"Can I tell you a secret?"
 
"Sure."
 
"I have never done this before. Diondre always said this life wasn't for me but somehow she thinks you are special, probably because no one ever thought to ask for the driver."
 
"I see. Can I request you each time then and not have to go through the parties? I came with that intention but I don't really feel comfortable with that."
 
"Ask D, she is not a hard person, she just appears that way."
 
"I will do just that."
Maxwell poured Roz a glass of the bubbly and handed it to her, he poured one for himself and toasted.
 
"To firsts, new friendships and hopefully some great love making."
 
Roz almost choked on his last words. Maxwell laughed and sat down. He could see Roz was nervous. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She turned her head so her lips met his and short of a volcanic eruption, Roz ended up flat on her back, the glass dropped and Maxwell had his body molded into hers.
 
"I wanted you from the time you came out of the building, if I had known you were interested, we would have never made it to the party. You are a beautiful woman Rozario, why are you here?"
 
"I have two children, two dead and two failed marriages, I can't handle another break up."
 
"Understood but let me warn you, these things get out of hand at times and the last thing you need is for your good name to be scandalised. I promise I will try to protect you at all costs, but you have to do one thing for me."
 
"What's that?"
"Stay with me."
"I don't understand."
"Don't go with anyone else. These ladies come here and rotate men every month, I don't want that for you."
"I see. I won't make you any promises but I will talk to Diondre about it. Now please, make love to me Maxwell, I can feel you burning a hole in your pants."
"I like you already."
 
Maxwell got up and pulled Roz with him. He picked up a remote from behind her and pressed a button. The soothing songs of Kenny G filled the room. Maxwell led Roz in a slow sensual dance that left her aching. He would kiss her every once in a while and each kiss was deep and meaningful. When the song ended, Maxwell had danced Roz into the bedroom and he stopped just at the bottom of the bed. In one smooth move he dipped her slowly and let her lay on the bed. She was as flushed as any black woman could be. She reached out her hand to Maxwell and he stepped back. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it. He unbuckled his pants and let that follow. He was wearing snoopy boxers. Roz let out a laugh.
 
"Sorry I didn't have time to change, quit laughing at me or I will make you pay."
 
Roz's expression turned serious again.
 
Maxwell flicked a switch by the bedroom door and the lights changed to a soft golden glow. He took his boxers off and waited.
 
"Max, is something wrong?"
 
"You can change your mind at any time Roz, I will understand. I know your body is on fire and you need to put it out but it doesn't have to be me or now."
 
"Thank you for that but seeing you now and thinking about the way you are with me, I need this so I won't be sorry."
 
Roz got up, pulled the string tied at her shoulder and the black dress she was wearing slid right to the floor. She wasn’t a bra as she had small but full breasts. The children had not changed their appearance one bit.
 
"Oh good God woman, you really are beautiful."
 
Maxwell took two steps and engulfed Roz in himself. He began kissing her face, running his hands through her natural plaits. His hands were everywhere, touching every part of her, making her body so pliable she would never forget his touch.
Maxwell lowered himself down Roz's body, kissing her all the way, when he reached her thighs, he looked up.
 
"May I?"
"Are you sure?"
 
Max backed Roz up to the bed and gently pushed her into a sitting position. The bed had four posters and sitting directly between two of them she grabbed each one and waited. When max kissed her most intimate spot, Roz let go of the posts and fell back onto the bed and pushed her hips into his face. Max began his torture, he had originally pegged Roz to be a stuck up bitch like the other women but she smiled at him, said thank you when he opened or closed her doors and she looked him in his eyes when she spoke to him. He sensed all she needed was love, care and attention and she would be happy. Roz's hips were moving in a circle. Max moved with her, never letting his mouth come away from her.
 
This is what she needed, pleasure without the fuss, lies and heartache. She felt her body just let go to the sensations Max was pulling out of her.
 
"Max, oh Max, make me come please." She whispered.
 
Max increase his pressure and using his fingers he parted her lips and sucked on her bud. Roz arched her back and lifted her hips right off the bed. She grabbed the sheets and screamed her orgasm. Max was right there with her, he didn’t stop until she had calmed down and when he finally pulled away from her she was crying.
 
"Roz…don't." He climbed up onto the bed and pulled her further up and lay next to her.
 
"I'm sorry, I can't explain to how that felt. Neither of my husbands have ever done that to me and for a stranger to know what I needed just tears me up inside."
 
"It's okay sweetie. I really do understand. Your scent is so intoxication and you smell like a woman not perfumed cream."
 
"Give me a few minutes and then we can continue and I promise not to cry anymore."
 
Max laughed softly and just held her in his arms. A few minutes later Max heard soft snoring and got more comfortable and drifted off to sleep himself. About an hour and a half later Roz woke up and felt Max's body around hers.
 
"Max, wake up, we fell asleep."
 
"Mmmm?"
 
"Max, wake up."
 
"I'm up, in more ways than one."
 
"You still want to? I thought my weeping would scare you away."
 
"Yes I want to."
 
Roz decided to reciprocate and sliding down his body she took him in her mouth before he could protest.
 
"Shit, Roz, you don't............ mmmmm."
 
Roz was skillful and Max was enjoying it, he knew if he didn't stop her he would end up coming in her mouth. He held her face and gently pulled her up from him.
 
"Another time sweetie."
 
Max got reached over to the bedside table and opened a drawer, he pulled out a condom and swiftly opened it and slipped it on. Roz had scooted back on the bed and was waiting.
 
"Tell me if I hurt you."
 
"I've had 4 children, you won't."
 
"Bravery will always be tested." Max knelt between her legs and kissed her intimately, her scent was so strong, it was as if she was still wet from earlier.
 
"I love your scent, it drives me crazy."
 
"You are making me wait, stop it."
 
Maxwell positioned himself at her entrance and when the tip touched her Roz gasped. Max surged forward and when he was all in, he paused.
 
"Max? How is that even possible?"
 
"I'm gifted, sorry, am I hurting you?"
 
"It's not bad I feel so full. Continue Max, please."
 
Max was a fit man, he worked out every day, ate right and didn't drink much alcohol and he never smoked. His body was thick all over and Roz now understood what he meant. She could feel every inch of him spreading her insides and it felt fantastic. She began to match his stroke and that only excited him even more. Max picked up the pace and Roz wanted to get more of him, she knew she could take it. She wanted it rough contrary to the request she made earlier.
 
"Max, stop holding back."
"Roz, be careful what you wish for."
"I wish."
"Granted."
 
Max unleashed himself. His strokes were deep and forceful, the bed shook each time he went into her. Roz felt the pain with each stroke but she somehow enjoyed the mixture her body was feeling.
 
"Oh yes Max, I want you deeper, harder, make it hurt."
 
Max was surprised and he wondered if Roz really knew what she was asking for. He stopped in mid stroke and pulled out of her, the condom was half way off of him. He pulled it off and quickly retrieved another one.
 
"Max?" He was breathing quickly.
 
"Why do you want me to hurt you Roz?"
 
"I need to remember this night, to remember you."
 
"I'm confused."
 
"Me too. I have never felt so alive sexually, I've always been pretty reserved in the bedroom, that's probably why I got cheated on."
 
"Sex is not about pain Roz."
 
"Right now I don't care I just need you to give me all you got."
 
Maxwell growled and flipped Roz on her stomach. He pulled her up so her ass was in the air.
 
"My aim is not to hurt you but you will remember this night." Max entered her and kept going, he slammed against her with each stroke. His body was so hard, he felt he would break her in two if he continued.
 
"Yes Max, that's it, fill me up some more, make me come all over you."
 
Max went mad on her, he pushed her down on the bed and kept on pounding. He pulled out and flipped her over again and put her in the scissors. Relentlessly Max gave Roz was she wanted. When she came, she screamed louder than the first time and he came right with her, shouting her name just as loudly.
 
 
"God Roz, what did you do to me?"
"Same thing you did to me Max, no pretense, no lies, no holding back, just two people enjoying each other's bodies. I am going to be sore like a virgin after her first night. You were wonderful, thank you."
 
"I can see I am going to have to teach you a lesson but not tonight. It's after 1am and I need to take you home."
 
"Yeah I need to relieve the sitter. Take a shower with me?"
"Sure. Let’s go."
 
They showered together and while dressing Max saw the sheets, there was a bit of blood on it.
 
"I won't be doing that again Roz. Are you sure you are okay?"
"Lack of use, I will be fine. By the way, how old are you?"
"48."
"You're 12 years older than I am."
"Yep, I'm too old to be a pup and I never had any real desire to be one, so Diondre put me as the driver."
"Do you have any children?"
"Yes I have a son and a daughter, one in college and the other in elementary."
"Max, are you married?"
"Widowed, my wife died when our daughter was 2, she never really knew her mother."
"I'm sorry Max that must be hard."
"Seeing how we have things backward here tonight, can I convince you to never come back to this place and go out with me? We can take the children if you want."
"Let me think about it, the whole reason I came here was not to date."
"I agree but everything lead you to me and not one of the others, think about that. Come get dressed, I will drive you home in my car not the limo."
 
Roz wanted to say goodbye to Diondre but Max told her to call in the morning she was probably with her own pup, Declan. When Max pressed the button on the remote the headlights on a black SUV flickered on and the doors unlocked.
 
"I'm impressed."
"Why, it's just a vehicle."
"You're kidding me! You possess a 2014 Black Onyx Lexus LX 570 and as far as I can see with all the perks and you have the nerve to say - 'It's just a vehicle.' Soooo can I drive?"
"No one and I do mean no one touches my baby."
"Exactly, no one owns one of these and isn't a proud person. Get in and take me home Jarvis!"