Chapter 33: Like Clockwork
It was about eleven twenty when Molly Alexander came up to us and said, “We’re about ready to announce the solarium massage. We’ve kept its special nature tonight a secret, so we expect the announcement to make quite a splash!”
“Nervous?” I asked her.
Molly bit her lip, and said, “Yeah, lots. Up in our bedroom, that was daring enough. Watching Maeve and Nancy in the solarium, well, they were sexy as hell, but putting myself on display like that?”
‘Nancy?’ I asked myself, then by inference decided she must be referring to the slender witch from the Halloween party, the one who’d inaugurated the whole solarium massage tradition.
I realized our host was actually jittering, vibrating before us, so I reached up and stroked the back of her neck under her long hair, pushing a thread of calming power up there, settling her down. “It’ll be wonderful. You’ll see.”
Worried in retrospect that I was approaching the edge of a consent cliff by using my power in that way, I withdrew my hand and resolved to let her alone until she committed herself on-stage. Committing on the phone with us back when she’d first called us about this party was one thing, but this next step was the true test.
Kaitlyn asked, “Are you making the same charity deal? $500 per orgasm?”
“Yeah,” Molly replied, “we’ve gotten such great feedback from the organizations we gave to previously. I don’t think we could honorably yank it back from them now.”
“We’re not going to hold back,” warned Kaitlyn. “It was fourteen in fifteen minutes last time, up in your bedroom. And I assume Norman’s been practicing with you since then?”
“Oh yeah, we’ve definitely been…ah…practicing, as you say,” Molly said with a bit of a nervous laugh. “He’s getting awfully good…” Her eyes glazed at that, looking off deeply into memory now.
“Warms my heart to hear it,” I said.
Looking around, I took a quick census of the other bare bodies there at the party. All three of my prior clients were still nude as was Kaitlyn’s first and third, though only our most recent clients were still obligated under the massage drawing’s terms. Her second client, old Mr. Potter, had gotten back into his dove grey tux, but I decided it was a key part of his costume, so he almost had to re-dress once he’d discharged his nudity obligation.
But then besides that, there were two other guys walking around in the buff. One I knew, the man trying to woo my third client, but the other I didn’t know at all.
Several others were down to their underwear, one woman out of her torture-heels and now peeling out of her evening dress as I watched. It didn’t look like this party was going full-nudist, but we’d enticed several out of their textile shells, clear enough.
Molly parted from us while I mused about this, going up to the stage where she announced, “Friends! It’s time for the famous solarium massage, but there’s a twist on this one, too: our body servants have enticed Norman and I to be the recipients of it this time!”
This produced mixed cheers and boos, the latter apparently from those unhappy that they weren’t going to get a chance to enter, based on their smiling faces.
“We’ve timed it to run up until midnight, the first half being therapeutic massage as at prior parties, the last half being erotic massage with $500 donated to charity for each orgasm our bared magicians can produce!”
If only she knew how close to the mark she’d just hit with that characterization.
Molly continued, “I trust tonight’s body servants to keep an honest count, which is good because I expect not to even remember what numbers are while this goes on!”
The crowd laughed at that.
Kaitlyn jumped up onto the stage, snaked the microphone out of Molly’s hand, and asked the crowd, “Do I hear any pledges of matching funds?”
“Five hundred!” called one man from behind me.
“A thousand!” off to my left, followed by several more.
I saw one of the tux-clad servants put a finger to his in-ear-monitor then nod and go off to fetch something, coming back with a spiral-bound notebook and a pen, wading into the crowd to take down names and pledges.
Kaitlyn stayed up on stage to watch the buzz she’d stirred up, but I went off to inspect the solarium massage area, finding that everything we’d need was already set up there: two low patio tables pulled up alongside each other, sheet-covered chaise longue pads spread over their tops, massage oil in two ceramic bowls atop electric coffee cup warmers.
Satisfied with the arrangements, I took a quick jog through the back yard to top up my magical reserves, then trotted back inside and waited for them to come to me.
A few minutes later, I heard Molly’s voice announce via the PA speakers, “All right, it looks like we’ve got pledges for…oh my, you’ve covered twenty orgasms worth! Well, we’ll just see about that! To the solarium!”
The back edge of the crowd around the stage quickly filled in around me, then the principals pushed through them to join me in the center of the crowd’s attention: Kaitlyn and Molly in the lead, Norman riding the crowd wave behind them.
We quickly got our hosts stripped off and down onto the low tables, then began massaging them, the four of us utterly naked before the crowd’s gaze.
While we worked, the crowd jostled around us wanting a look at this rare sight. Naturally Molly garnered the greatest amount of eager attention, but I could tell that Norman had been hitting their home gym extra hard since we’d seen them last, a few weeks ago at the Christmas party.
Kaitlyn kept her massage of Norman entirely therapeutic, but he got an erection even so as Kaitlyn swayed and wobbled nude above him.
I spent only the first few minutes massaging away the pains in Molly’s feet and legs, then began pushing into the erotic, focusing on her secondary erogenous zones, avoiding only her genitals and nipples. I wanted her ready for the second half as soon as the start time was called.
Party-goers lined up outside of the solarium windows, all having retrieved their winter gear from the makeshift coatroom before dashing outside, lined up like orphans outside a ski chalet trying to see what was going on inside through the frosty windows. I resolved to steam those windows up to the point they couldn’t see in at all!
“Eleven forty-five!” someone called from out in the crowd. I happened to be down between Molly’s legs at this point, so I slipped a finger directly inside and began licking her ready clit, almost immediately getting the characteristic pulsations of her first orgasm, easily obtained after 15 minutes of prior stimulation. I didn’t have to use any magic at all for that one.
“Nnnnnggggyyaaaahhh!” Molly cried.
“One!” I called out to the crowd.
I got that first orgasm so quickly that Kaitlyn had just stood and gotten Norman up off his table, so I got up myself and moved quickly to the far side of Molly, my flaccid member flopping with the speed of my movement. I knelt down on her right side and resumed the erotic massage, focusing now on her right breast and nipple.
Kaitlyn instantly inferred that I wanted to do the same clockwork scheme on Molly as we did with Jess after the last party, so she took up my prior position between Molly’s legs and began fingering and tonguing her, aiming for orgasm #2. That left only one position for Norman, kneeling across Molly’s body from me, where he began loosely mirroring my movements.
With the metaphor of one clock tick per orgasm in mind, I resolved to make it one-a-minute, if we could. I knew later orgasms would be increasingly difficult to achieve, but I decided that fifteen in fifteen sounded like a worthwhile goal.
Kaitlyn was working rapidly on Molly while Norman and I massaged her bared flanks, breasts, and belly, Norman occasionally taking a break to kiss his wife deeply on the mouth, interrupting pants and moans before returning to mirroring my massaging actions.
“Two!” Kaitlyn called shortly after, and we clicked around into the new arrangement: me moving around Molly’s head to displace her husband on that side, Norman moving down between his wife’s legs into the primary position, and Kaitlyn now across Molly’s luscious bare body from me. We both dove for a breast, our actions perfectly coordinated through the Gaia bond we shared through our host’s body as our medium.
I didn’t need to see Norman stand to know when we’d achieved our next milestone: we could feel Molly’s body reacting from the inside, so before he could disengage his tongue from her vulva, we called out “Three!” together, so closely overlapping I’m not sure many people realized we’d both said it.
That put me back between Molly’s legs, and I dove back in as soon as I could, wanting both to avoid overstimulating her yet also pushed forward by the clock. In the meantime, I massaged her thighs and licked around her sensitive pussy before hitting the target once again just as soon as I magically sensed her body ready for it.
I found that by being careful to avoid conflict with tech as much as I could, mainly knees and curled toes on the natural flagstone paving the solarium, I could pull a trickle of magical power from Molly with my finger and tongue to replace what I used to lift her to her next orgasm, keeping my reserves fully topped up.
“Four!”
“Five!”
“Six!”
Kaitlyn must have seen me using sex magic to trickle charge from Molly, because she used the same technique in her next turn.
On it went around the circle until Kaitlyn called “Fourteen!” As Norman was kneeling into position between his wife’s legs, we heard a separate count begin from deep out in the crowd: “Ten! Nine!” Norman utterly surprised me, mounting his wife right there and then, pumping away inside her like a madman to the crowd’s continuing and growing chant, “Eight! Seven…!”
Kaitlyn and I didn’t have to confer, we just dove into the massage, doing everything we could to push Molly to one last orgasm.
Simultaneously, four separate cries went out:
“One!” from the crowd, followed by a raucous cheer of “Happy new year!!”
“Fifteen!” from Kaitlyn and I, who sensed an unusually sharp orgasmic clench from Molly, her knees pulled hard up toward her wobbling chest, her thighs thumping rapidly on Norman’s flanks.
“Aaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeyaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeaaaiiigggghh!” from Molly, crying a tremendous orgasm to the curving solarium glass, acting as a focusing screen, splaying her joy out to all of her guests, no matter how far out into the house they’d gone.
“Guuuwwwwwaaahhhh!” from Norman as he emptied himself inside his wife, pushing her pad back along the top of the patio table until Molly’s head flopped limply back over its opposite edge, the slide stopping only when Norman’s shins came to a hard stop against the edge on his side with a muffled “conk” sound.
Fifteen in fifteen. Nice!
As I stood up, shiny with sweat in the now-humid solarium, the first thing I noticed was that the solarium glass was fully frosted over with the exception of some round spots rubbed clear at eye level. Some helpful souls must have reached around us as we worked to clear the view for those relegated to positions outside. I never even saw this going on, being quite busy with other things at the time.
The next thing I noticed is that the sounds of sex hadn’t stopped with Molly and Norman’s completion. Out through the dissipating crowd, over our host couple’s oil-slicked bodies collapsed on the patio table, I saw three other couples going at it.
The first couple was standing in a tight embrace in a doorway under a sprig of mistletoe clearly left there from the Christmas party. One of the woman’s legs was up around one of the guy’s hips, and he was thrusting up into her in that position, one arm around her, the other pressing up against the top of the door jamb to steady them.
The second couple had taken over one of the living room couches, its prior occupants now happy spectators, the woman on top of the man, her perky B-cup breasts making circles with their motion.
The woman in the last couple was my third client, Edie, her hands splayed up against the living room wall, legs far apart, her new man pounding her in a low squat from behind, sending ripples up her well-padded body on each punctuated push.
Warmed a guy’s heart, it did!
Kaitlyn and I knelt there beside the party hosts, Norman supporting his weight above his wife on his forearms, the two kissing slowly and deeply while we two resumed the massage, rubbing the remaining oil deep into their skin. I snuck a minor healing in for Norman, taking care of the damage to his shins inflicted by the table edge on that final orgasmic thrust, and Kaitlyn eased the irritation in Molly’s vagina.
When Norman began to get up, we stood rapidly and helped our hosts stand, then the four of us walked through the resuming party, up the broad stairway that led to the Alexanders’ bedroom. Norman was in the lead, and Molly was supported between Kaitlyn and I, our help required while Molly worked out the finer details involved in walking, having lost the trick of it some time ago.
At the second floor landing, we all leaned out over the main living room area, Norman calling out to the crowd, “Happy new year, friends!” receiving a cacophonous call in return, the rest of us waving good-night to the attendees.
Molly and Kaitlyn’s dangly display must have been quite a sight from down there on the ground floor!
Then we turned and proceeded up the narrower flight to their private quarters at the top of the house, walking straight to the hot tub to knock all the sweat off.
As we passed through their bedroom’s double doors, I noticed with surprise that there was an outfit on a hanger on each of the doorknobs: Norman’s tux and Molly’s evening dress. Those two servants of theirs were magicians of a sort themselves!
We slid into the warm water, Norman hitting the bubbler for us, saying nothing for several minutes, just recovering, soaking in both the new water heat and processing the memory of recently passed heat.
“Fifteen in fifteen,” Norman finally said. “New record.”
“Fifteen thousand for charity, with the matching pledges,” I responded.
Our women just cuddled up tighter with us, less concerned I think with the numbers than with the work we’d done to achieve them.
A quarter hour later when the hot tub’s bubbler turned off, Molly said into the new quiet, the continuing party noise muffled by the solid bedroom doors, “Thank you so very deeply, you two. That was the most amazing sexual experience of my life. And you, Norman, the cherry on top of it all!” Then she kissed him long and deep, not at all caring about their onlookers.
Well, we weren’t onlookers for long, because Kaitlyn kissed me as well, straddling me and blocking my view of our hosts. I was fully erect by the time she climbed back off of me.
Molly resumed, “We’ve got to get back down to the party; it’s too early to leave it, but how about we meet back up here in an hour or two? We four aren’t done tonight, I think.”
We all agreed to this plan.
The Alexanders walked to their bedroom doors and took their re-hung outfits off to their dressing room, and we began walking down the short hallway to the stairs leading back down into the party.
One of the tux-clad servants met us halfway up, offering us our sashes of office, discarded back in the solarium. We put them on dutifully then marched sedately down into the welcoming crowd, representatives of the new year, symbols of rebirth in our birthday suits, lightly adorned in white and gold.