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I am Justice.
It’s not my real name, of course, but card number eight of the Major Arcana in Tarot. (Some decks have me at number eleven. Both numbers have their own power so I’m okay with either.)
‘Justice’ is my rank within the freedom club run by the Emperor. The club is a loose-linked organization of individuals who like to experiment with sex, all sorts of sex. There are very few rules and they’ve been laid down by the Emperor. Any transgression means you’re out on your ear in no time flat.
The rules are basic. No hard drugs because the Emperor believes they are antithetical to the whole purpose of experimentation. Big words, eh? He’s kinda like that. Basically, if you're high, you won’t learn anything from what you’ve tried and learning is important—how to please and be pleased. He will tolerate the odd bit of weed but that’s it. No drunkenness – see previous. And no sex without full informed consent and that means no bullying or coercion allowed.
Who’s this Emperor, you might ask? Well, no one knows who he is, but he seems to know a hell of a lot about each one of us and he uses the knowledge to assign our rank according to the Tarot.
I’m new to the Justice gig, being promoted a couple of weeks ago when I defended a Two from one of the Knaves. The Emperor found out, I don’t know how, (I wouldn’t even know how to contact him) but find out he did. He has eyes everywhere.
If you know nothing about Tarot, don’t worry, you’ll learn a lot as we go through the deck and you meet my tarot compadres.
Take me, for example. Justice sits on a throne with a sword in one hand and a set of scales in the other. She keeps everything in balance and is ready to smite (yeah, that’s a word) any wrong-doing, no-gooder who disobeys the rules—like I did with that Knave. He’s still in the club because he didn’t manage to carry through what he wanted to try with an unwilling partner. Next time, he’ll be gone and we’ll never see him again.
I used to be Two of Swords. She’s the chick sitting on a bench in front of the ocean, blindfolded with two swords crossing her body. She always reminds me of the Lady Justice figure over courthouses that says justice is blind. It’s a bit ironic then, that I’ve been promoted from Lady Justice to, er, Lady Justice though I did spend some time as Five of Coins along the way.
When the Emperor assigns a rank, it’s handy to understand why. When he made me Two of Swords, I couldn’t work it out, so I went searching for anything I could find about her. Well, it seems she’s at a bit of a stalemate in her life and blind to the opportunities around her. That was me, dead set. I’d crawled away from life with a boring, deadbeat loser who got all whiny because I earned more than him as a journalist for an online mag. Couldn’t he see I was working for us together?
Over it! When I escaped, I had no direction of where to from here, until one of my girlfriends suggested coming to an orgy with her.
“To keep me company in case hubby wants to try something different? You’re curious, I know it. None of it can end up in your columns— not people, not place, not action.”
Okay already, I get it.
“You don’t have to do anything or get involved, just be an observer. There’s a few of those on any given night.”
I’d never have thought she was into polyamory and it turns out she’s not. She spent the whole night with her husband, but boy, did they get off on the exhibitionism of the whole thing. Sex in all sorts of ways in all sorts of places with people up close and personal helping out. And I mean really giving them a hand—on boobs, clit, butt-hole. They could get on with the fucking because others were doing the titillation. I found out much later, these two are The Lovers.
So what happened with me? Two hot bods sidled up as I was massaging my awesome orbs, in full heat watching my friend and her man. When these guys came on to me, there was no way I was saying ‘no’ to some real-life, physical action. A lonely dildo can only take you so far, you know what I mean? They had me naked in no time. I never could find my new bra afterwards—a small price to pay. I had one lapping at my fanny flaps and the other… Oops, hold that thought. There’s someone at the door.
“Hey Jules...” (When I’m telling anyone, including you, about my involvement in the club, I keep my most personal deets, like my name!! under wraps. A journo works to out others’ scandals, not be the outee. Now sweet little Amy here has blown my anonymity. Be warned, if I hear any of you dicks calling me Mewly Julie, you’ll be eating your own balls for breakfast.)
“Ted and I were hoping you could help us out.” Amy’s clear green eyes are sparkling and the light over the entryway glints off her wedding ring. She’s about five feet four and nicely rounded. The smooth--faced man is close to five-ten, slim build, red hair, office-worker non-tan, and giving off an aura of disapproval. His attitude reminds me a lot of my boring ex, but at least this guy is here. It must mean he’s willing to do something about it.
“What’s that, then?” I ask.
“Um, I really want to give this guy a blow job, but he keeps pulling back like he just can’t do it with my mouth around the big boy. I, we, wondered if you had any tips. The girls at last week’s playdate...” (that’s what we call the orgy so it doesn’t upset the non-cogs, the outsiders who couldn’t even dream about what we get up to) “…loved it and I want to give it a go.”
“Plenty on offer last week,” I say.
She casts a sidelong at Ted. “Yeah, but I want my first time, at least, to be with my man.”
“Okay,” I wave them inside.
“Yay! Thank you. Come on, Ted.”
Ted doesn’t seem convinced and stalls on the doorstep.
“Rules,” I remind him. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, but if you’re here, it seems to me like you want to go a step further, right?”
His face blooms red, he nods and takes one step into the fo yer. I close the door behind him—symbolic, I reckon, with an internal grin. I don’t rush as I lead them to my playroom. Because I live alone in this huge apartment, I use the master bedroom for fun, and I sleep down the hall. I keep the playroom well-stocked with everything from condoms to bananas. The bedroom, I keep PRIVATE.
I’m not sure how it happened, but over time, it seems I’m the one who welcomes inductees to the playdates. A member will get an email from the Emperor suggesting they invite so and so to a party – like my friend did with me, then they sound out the target. We’re clear with potential recruits that public sex is involved and what the rules are. If they decide they want to try, they get an invitation which tells them time and place and nothing else. They present it to the door usher, and in they come.
I settle them down, hold their hand if they need it, and ease them into getting naked in front of an audience. Some of them simply don’t have a clue when it comes to being intimate in more than the missionary position, know nothing about foreplay, and less about erogenous zones.
Instructing them has become a bit of an avocation for me. Last week, young Ted here learned about cupping breasts, fondling the nipple with a gentle thumb-tip and swirling his tongue around her areola before he dived in with teeth and gums. Sheesh!
Anyway, the bottom line is they can call on me when they’re stuck, even outside club hours so long as it remains confidential. Let’s face it, this guy who might want to be a Department Secretary one day, will be just as keen as me to keep things quiet.
“Are you a blow-job virgin, Ted?” I ask conversationally, placing my butt on the edge of the large circular bed in the middle of the room.
He flicks a glance at Amy and back to me. His face is way more red than earlier and he drops his chin to his chest. “And you don’t believe she would really want to suck your dick, right?” Small head shake.
“Do you want to eat her? Lick her honey pot, nibble her clit?” His gaze is fixed on my fingers running little circles between my open legs.
“Ooh, really? Is that how we start?” Amy squeals. “Can I try?” She’s already stripping off her clothes and sits on the bed next to me wearing a G-string. She starts mimicking my actions, so I figure I’d best show her the real deal and get my gear off too, all of it.
Ted doesn’t know where to look. How he managed at the playdate last week is beyond me.
I guide Amy’s hand to her clit. It’s like she never knew it was there. Her eyes widen as I move her hand up and down. “Run your finger from your pussy-hole over the sponge and up to your clit and back again. Feels good, eh?”
“Oh God, yeah.” She leans back on the bed on one elbow, her hand still moving along her slit. Ted’s mouth drops open and his breath gets short.
“Get down here and help her out, man. Get your index finger in there,
say come hither and find the magic bean.” I flex my finger to show him what I mean. He drops to the floor on his knees between hers to do as he’s taught. He’s a quick study. Amy groans and writhes her hips on the edge of the mattress.
“Wanna see how she tastes?” I ask. He doesn’t answer, just leans into her. His hands hold her legs apart and he uses his mouth to follow the trail of her fingers. She pulls her hand away and he has free range.
“Chew her out,” I encourage, still rubbing my own nub. “Lick, nibble, suck!”
Amy’s moans get louder. “I’m... I’m... Fuuuuck!” She throws back her head. Ted pulls away as a stream of cum hits him. He stares for a second as if surprised, and then he’s in there, sucking as though his life depends on the magical juices she’s producing. He’s growling and sucking until there’s nothing left.
Watching them is all too much for me and pushes me over the edge, cum spurting. Ted is onto me in a flash, hungrily chowing down.
I stay on my elbows to watch. He keeps working Amy while he sucks me off. He’s snarling deep in his throat like a wolf over a carcass and it’s pushing me higher. Unh, this guy is good! I must be flooding his mouth.
Finally, he lifts his face to give us both a satisfied smirk, runs his hand up and down our inner thighs and backhands his face to clean it off.
Amy stretches her arms above her head to grip the far edge of the mattress, relaxes and brings herself into a sitting position and rests her arms on his shoulders.
“My darling. You are amazing! I’ve never, ever felt anything like that in my life before. Let me do it for you.”
The look he gives her is cocky. He doesn’t say much, this guy, but there’s no doubting what’s going on in his head. He stands and begins a mata-hari strip-tease for her benefit. She giggles. I move away from the bed to a chair on the side.
Grabbing a banana, I peel the top, leaving the strips bunched underneath and slide it in and out of my mouth.
Amy clocks what I’m doing, grins and takes hold of his cock. I lick the fruit from base to tip, slide my tongue around the tip and nod my face into it, taking it deeper into my mouth each time. Amy follows my actions. Ted looks like he’s ready to burst.
I gather up the banana skins at the base and give them a twiddle and a squeeze and take the banana all the way down my throat.
Ted’s fingers are in Amy’s hair. She’s rolling his balls in one hand, the other is on his shaft pumping up and down in time with her mouth. His knees are bent and he’s thrusting into her face. His skin stretches taut across his cheekbones. He starts to withdraw but she clutches his buttocks and won’t let him go. The moment he figures there’s no going back, he lets out a roar. He can’t hold on and his cream fills Amy’s cheeks before she has time to swallow. Some oozes out of her mouth while she’s grinning and swallowing and swallowing some more. Her fingers dig into his buttocks to keep him where she needs him.
His face slowly resumes its normal planes and angles, and he shifts his hands to the side of her head to lift her off him. The look they share is private and I turn away nonchalantly to chew the banana as though their particular sort of intimacy happens every day. It doesn’t.
Good sex does, great sex even, but the look of love, adoration and care that passes between them is something else.
Ted tenderly smooths the leftover cream off her face and flops onto the bed beside her.
She crawls over to be wrapped in his arms. “Good, yes?” she whispers.
“Amy… I…” He sweeps the hair off her face and leans in for a long, slow kiss. “Thank you.”
It’s half an hour before they join me in the kitchen. They’re wrapped in the afterglow of an experience well learned.
Teaching sex wasn’t the job I was aiming for when the nuns in high school were handing out career advice, but it seems I’m good at it.
Someone, (Confucious? Mark Twain? Who cares?) once said to find a job you love and you’ll never work a day in your life. That’s me. This is my hobby, but it sure turns the tables on the day job.
Amy springs onto the bar stool beside me and Ted cuddles her from behind. She tilts her head against his chest.
“We don’t know how to thank you, Jules,” she says. “We really don’t. The downside, though,” she glances into her husband’s face, “is we won’t be joining the club after all. We reckon we’ve got everything right here between us.”
“That’s great, guys,” I say and I mean it. “Would you like a glass of wine before you go?”
“We’re high enough already,” Ted says, drawing his hand across the top of her chest. (He speaks! That’s more progress than even I imagined.)
Amy slips off the stool and wraps her arms around me. “Thank you, Jules. You’ll never know what you’ve done for us.”
“My pleasure,” I say. Hey, I got my share, didn’t I?
I see them out and return to my mundane household tasks—paying bills and ordering groceries.
When I check my accounts before flicking off the computer, I find my savings account has been topped up significantly. The payment reference is “The Emperor.” I don’t need to be paid to work with the less experienced. It’s my entertainment. I choose to see the money as a show of appreciation for advancing the interests of the club, rather than compensation. It says I’m valued, too. I’ll take it.
The question is, how did he know? Who the fuck is he? Is there an Empress? As an investigative journalist, I could find out. I have my ways. (Cue finger-tap on the side of my nose.) Pfft, too much of a betrayal of all the good he has brought into my life.
I raise my arms high above my head and crack my spine into place.
I was telling you about my two hot studs from that first playdate… Nah, it’ll keep. Suffice to say, they got me hooked and I’ve been part of the club ever since.
Time for bed, I reckon. After tonight’s excitement, I need some rest—in my bedroom, unaccompanied. Gotta be ready for the day job.