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Summer Flames:

Simone’s Notes:

Swinging, also known as wife swapping or partner swapping, is a non-monogamous behavior, in which partners in a committed relationship engage in sexual activities with others as a recreational or social activity. The phenomenon of swinging, or at least its wider discussion and practice, is regarded by some as arising from the freer attitudes to sexual activity after the sexual revolution of the 1960s, the invention and availability of the contraceptive pill and the emergence of treatments for many of the sexually transmitted diseases that were known at that time. The swinger community sometimes refers to itself as "the lifestyle", or as "the alternative lifestyle". The term "wife swapping" or "partner swapping" is criticized for not accurately describing the full range of sexual activities in which both singles or couples may engage, which is not limited to conventional sex with a person other than their regular sex partner. Other terms sometimes encountered are wife sharing, partner sharing, wife trading and wife lending, which describe similar concepts, usually in sociological or anthropological research.

Friday Night.

Matt and Ralph want some action. The lone rocker turned to the con man.

“What shall we do tonight?” he asked. Ralph shrugged his shoulders/

“No idea,” he replied. Matt frowned at him.

“And why not?” he asked. His “friend” shook his head.

“No idea,” he repeated. The musician frowned.

“Idiot,” he muttered under his breath. Ralph gave him a sharp look.

“Okay then, wise guy!” he hissed. “You come up with something.”

“Maybe I will,” his friend replied. He whipped out his cell phone and unlocked the keys. He paused when he looked at the screen.

“Hey, I got a text,” Matt said. He opened it up and read it. A smirk came over his face. “Want to go to a party tonight?” he asked. Ralph raised an eyebrow at him.

“What kind of party?” he asked. Matt showed him his phone. Ralph squinted to read the small letters. When he was done, he grinned.

“When do we leave?” he asked.

“Two hours,” Matter replied.

“Nice,” his pal said.

“Hell yeah!” the other man said back.

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9:00 p.m.

Matt and Ralph arrived at the Fantasy Inn. Both were black dress suits. Matt pulled out his phone.

“This is the place,” he said.

“Game plan?” Ralph asked.

“Go up to the door, say that ‘Bacchnalia’, and we are in,” the musician said.

“Nice,” the conman replied. The gentlemen walked through the glass doors. The receptionist dressed like an angel looked up from her phone call.

“Welcome!” she chirped. “Would you boys like a room for the night or do you need directions?”

“Actually, we are here for the Bacchnalia,” Ralph spoke up. A naughty grin came across the angel receptionist’s face.

“Right this way,” she purred. She walked away from the front desk and led them down the hall. Matt and Ralph grinned to themselves as they followed behind.

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The angel led them to two big white metal doors. She reached into her cleavage and unlocked them. The receptionist turned to them with a smile on her face.

“Enjoy your night,” she said as she pushed open the doors. Matt and Ralph’s eyes lit up like two little boys that just saw a mountain of presents under the Christmas tree. The flashing pink lights flickered around the girls dancing around the poles on their stage. Couples were making out on the couches and in the pool. Buxom bar maids passed out drinks to randy men. Glitter rained down from the ceiling. A busty girl dressed in pink walked up to them with two trays in her tiny hands.

“Welcome, big boys!” she greeted them. “Please take a number.” The hostess handed them the silver tray with big-numbered buttons on them. Matt and Ralph couldn’t take their eyes off of her as they reached forward. They picked up numbers ninety-nine and 108. The girl admired them with her hungry eyes as the boys pinned them on their suits.

“Looks great on you,” she said. “Now help yourself to a key.” The hostess shoved a red tray of keys forward to them. The boys took one for themselves.

“Are you one of the lovely prizes tonight?” Ralph asked in a cheeky tone. The blonde hostess giggled.

“If you’re a good boy, I might,” she said. Matt grabbed hold of his shoulder.

“Easy boy,” he whispered. He led his “friend” over to the bar. A black-haired busty bar maid approached them.

“Well hello,” she said. “What can I get you tonight?” Matt and Ralph stared down into her dark purple low cut dress. The bar maid whistled at them.

“Eyes up here, boys!” she said aloud. The gentlemen jerked their heads upwards.

“Oh, sorry about that,” Matt said. “What’s tonight special?” The bar maid smiled at him.

“We have the Buttery Nipple for first timers,” she said. Ralph tried not to giggle at such a name. Matt narrowed his eyes at him before turning back to the bar maid.

“We’ll take that,” he said.

“Good choice,” the bar maid replied. She got right to work in front of them. Matt pinched Ralph in the side.

“Ow!” the con man hissed.

“Knock it off,” Matt muttered under his breath. “We are trying to get some action tonight and you’re acting like a dumbass. Cut it off.” Ralph rolled his eyes.

“Asshole,” he whispered back. The bar maid returned with their drinks.

“Here you are,” she said.

“Thanks,” the boys replied. She watched as they took the first drink. Matt nodded as he lowered his glass.

“Not bad,” he said. “You’ve got anymore.” The bar maid smirked at him.

“You might want to slow down there, cowboy,” she told him.

“Oh?” Matt asked with an eyebrow raised. “And why is that?” She leaned in close to his ear.

“The fun’s just getting started tonight,” she whispered. Those words were all it took to draw them in.

Next Night

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