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Chapter 1

The majority of people arrived on time.

It was only those looking for attention that came in late.

He knew this as he walked into the Alabama Sex Set party.

It was not his first rodeo so he knew how to play it. The men would sneer because they envied his swagger. Tan trousers, brown mock sweater with coordinating socks, shoes and sports jacket.

He could have easily been mistaken for a Joseph Abboud model and the majority of men standing there with jeans and sneakers just could not compare with him because he was toned, tall and attractive. Lack of fashion sense and beer bellies were obviously exposed.

The women would silently cheer inside because they had all heard about his reputation and it was finally their opportunity to see for themselves if it was a truism.

Coincidentally it was Tad Benjamin who saw him first and cautiously walked up to greet him by hand. It was his birthday but this man was the prize. This was his last chance to host the party of the year and he needed him to make an appearance if anything.

In his twelve years of hosting swing parties he had never gotten more advanced requests to attend such events and it was all because of this man.

A.S.S. was always a white organization as quiet as it was kept, but with the economy making a downturn and a silent survey conducted among the original members, the doors were open to accept its first Black member. He was not welcomed but needed and Tad would never turn down a new revenue stream.

There was too much competition growing around town.

Word spreads fast in Birmingham and Tad knew that times were changing even in the South.

A few blocks away from the A.S.S. clubhouse on Messer-Airport Boulevard was the Adult Bookstore and Cinema. This is where the city?s corporate professionals and midday perverts met for sexual stimuli.

On Wednesday nights couples would normally flood into the theater for sexual encounters with total strangers for ten dollars but those numbers were soon dwindling because of even more competition.

Down from there was The Stafford House, a private club for ?open-minded? swingers. This meant that Blacks and whites all participated in the art of sexual exploration with limited animosity or reservations.

Jealousy was a totally different concern for Tad. He was losing members and money and he hated to lose money. Truth be told, he was a great party promoter but lacked the business savvy to sustain. When he approached the male members of A.S.S. about bringing Blacks into the group he had to make sure of promoting the façade that he too embraced change. However his roots in oppression superseded his love for money. He personally felt that it was silly for Blacks to run to white stores when the doors of integration opened when he was a child but later saw the profits that his father and uncles had reaped from those who had lacked motivation and initiative to take care of their own kind.

Yes, times have changed so let him join and others who want to do the same.

It was actually the women of A.S.S. led by Tad?s wife Chelsea that initiated the idea of allowing Blacks to join. Many in the lifestyle were bored with having sex with the same people twice a month and desired a little spice into the mix. Spice could have easily have been adding Asians and Hispanics into the mix. However, sex with Blacks was still somewhat taboo and interest was building from gossip of those few who were willing to cross the line and discover for themselves what forbidden sex felt like.

Of course this was simply gossip. Many white swingers would be polarized for having sex outside of their race. At the same time, the forbidden had a unique way of arousing temptations.

Chapter 2

Toby and Jenn Collins were running late as usual. This time it was because he was waiting on Jenn to brush her teeth. She made a mental note to make a dental appointment next week after spitting blood into the basin. The party was starting in ninety minutes and they were just getting on the road with a two-hour drive ahead of them.

Toby knew that Jenn was excited and full of anticipation. He adored his wife and was willing to do anything to make her happy but tonight he felt a major wave of insecurity. His desire to see his wife having sex with a Black man was once an arousing thought but as the days drew closer to becoming a reality he had become overwhelmed with anxiety. Medication for his diabetes had limited his sexual performance and he knew that Jenn was suffering even while being supportive of his condition. It had been almost three years since they had had sex together but the swing parties were an outlet for Jenn who was just about to reach her sexual peak at the age of forty-five.

A few months back at an A.S.S. party she had accidentally went into a couple?s room preparing to play and saw four women in bed with an African-American as she preferred to call Blacks. This one man was in complete control as these women were ravishing his body. She saw the women taking turns licking on his sex and nipples? It was a very hot and arousing visual for her to see.

She found her body suddenly all warm and stimulated. Her wetlands dripping onto her thighs as she noticed the man?s erect penis appear to grow even larger with the stimulation of oral pleasure. From that moment on the seeds of desire were planted and she too wanted to experience this kind of sexual play. Actually, she wanted that man.

She had told Toby about what she had seen and asked how he felt about her participating in sex with African-American men. Toby at the time seemed receptive to her interests and promised to give it some thought. Jenn never asked about it again?

And now they were one hundred and ten miles away from making it happen.

Jenn was looking out of the side of her window with a sheepish smile on her face. Toby truly loved his wife and at the same time was hoping to find an opportunity to choke the shit out of Tad Benjamin.

Chapter 3

Most people look forward to the weekend. It?s an opportunity to unwind and relax from the work week and recharge and prepare for the week ahead. Kayla James saw the weekends as her personal torture because she was basically a prisoner in her own home.

The Concordia University Professor of Art History was dreading her routine weekend ceremonial duties? sex with her husband:

Saturday night? here I go again. There?s got to be more to this.

I just keep telling myself one night a week to keep peace in the household. Besides it?s only five minutes out of one hundred and sixty-eight hours per week..

Maybe he?s asleep? I can just quietly crawl into bed and not disturb him? No such luck.

He did get the neck part right this time? Good thing about the possibility of being asleep because that allows me to have my back to him. He has no choice but to go for the nape. Yes, to my surprise I am getting into it. Maybe it will work tonight.

I start rubbing my legs against him? pressing my body into his.

I turn to face him and he goes for the front of my neck? sucking too hard. I had to remind him again that I bruise easily.

To divert him I start kissing him on the neck? rubbing his back.

He slides a finger into my vagina and starts working back and forth.

I grab his sex hoping to get it stiff as he?s trying to kiss my lips.

I pull his head into my breast holding it in place? If he would just keep this up I could get some release?

Not going to happen tonight? damn!

He thinks that he?s ready? I don?t know why cause there?s no sign of life.

He gets between my legs and takes over trying to get an erection.

He?s rotating between rubbing it up and down my clitoris while beating himself off? It?s not working.

He grabs the lube and fumbles with the top. It?s time to get this show on the road. Any expectations I had are now gone.

I began to open the top and start applying it to my desert.

He takes over again with the fast jerking.

At the first sign of any life he tries to get it in? if not for the lube it would have never creased the opening.

Oh wow, he actually made it to ten strokes. But as usual by the time it got fully hard it?s over with.

He says ?damn? and rolls off of me. I might as well face it? I am never going to experience an orgasm at this rate.

I go to the bathroom and clean myself up. I reach into the medicine cabinet and pull a swig of Nyquil. When I get back in the bed he starts act two of this same boring drama called my sex life, insisting on spooning until he falls asleep.

The Nyquil kicks in and I slowly move away from him and curl up in my fetal position and go to sleep.

This is the life that Kayla has lived for over twenty years.

She doesn?t blame anyone but herself.

She married at the age of nineteen because of an unexpected pregnancy but made the best of her situation by continuing her education while raising her son. Two years later she had attained an associate?s degree at the local community college and was determined to continue her academic pursuits at any cost.

Kayla?s first husband saw their marriage differently. To him a wife was to be submissive and keep the house clean and take care of the kids.

As a husband he was given the self-appointed position of ruler and this was the apex of his personal accomplishments. His drinking and cavalier attitude often led him into trouble with the law thus forcing his family to suffer financially. His inability to show love to his own family led him into a polarizing room in the basement where he would spend hours drinking beer and vodka shots all night while watching porn. It was here where he turned into a different person.

The porn would usually ignite arousal, but Kayla?s weight gain was such a turn off to him that he chose to sneak out of the house seeking any thin prostitute or in most cases an underweight five dollar crack head to give him sexual relief.

The ill-treatment from her spouse was never physical but the mental and financial abuse became too much to bare.

His fourth arrest for soliciting an undercover police officer was the final straw for Kayla. She was an attractive woman with healthy curves but far from the idea of a BBW or big beautiful woman. Childbirth often increases some weight gain but she felt humiliated that her husband would risk his own health simply because she went from a size eight to a size fourteen.

With only thirty-seven dollars to her name she vowed to make her way back home. Empowered and determined to regain her esteem, Kayla returned to Birmingham, Alabama from Milton, Florida.

Chapter 4

Trevor Lee Wilburn walked into the A.S.S. party with one thing on his mind? Identify like-minded swingers who would compliment The Stafford House.

For the past three years he had turned his swing house into the best kept secret in the city. It was so exclusive that members from City Hall to Internal Affairs of the Birmingham Police Department felt at ease.

Now he was ready to go public and showing his face at the exclusive all-white ?ass hole?, as he referred to Tad?s group, was the perfect opportunity to make his formal announcement.

There were familiar faces as he walked into the party, yet no one walked up to greet and acknowledge his presence. He found their aloofness odd especially from some of these very same people who were in his face just last weekend at his venue.

Although this annoyed him he decided to make a mental note and continue with his plans. It?s Birmingham and many whites are afraid of the scrutiny of socializing with Blacks in the lifestyle. No need to expose what others do with their time? it?s a business.

Trevor had started The Stafford House out of frustrations that came with going to hotel parties. Watching adults acting like middle school students was not his fancy. Marijuana filled the air and combined with alcohol ensured stupidity on a new level. Hotel security would often knock on the door and ask that the noise be taken down a few levels. It simply did not make sense to him.

Come in, do your thing and know when it?s time to leave.

The crescendo to his disdain occurred at his last hotel party.

After finally convincing a young woman to join him, he noticed a rival staring at her. This continued through the night making her obviously uncomfortable and then it happened.

This jerk walks over and looks the lady right in the eyes?

?You work at UAB don?t you??

This made Trevor livid, but he had to keep his cool so he politely took the woman by the hand and left the festivities. He never spoke to the jerk again and after taking the woman home he went into his office and conjured up a business plan for his own facility. He had the funds to pull it off and knew of many swingers who prefer a more relaxed atmosphere for sexual discovery.

Three months later The Stafford House was hosting its first party and the quiet buzz worked well.

Trevor had four simple rules for members who came to parties:

1? No weapons.

2? No drugs on the premises.

3? No means ?No?.

4? If participating in sex on the premises a condom ?must? be used.

The third rule ensured that women would be respected and it helped to identify the mature men who were able to accept rejection.

If any guy would take him aside and bitch about being rejected he would make more mental notes and they were never seen again at any party held there.

The lifestyle in his opinion was totally about pleasing women?

Why not empower these women who were already stressed out from work and family issues. Create an atmosphere where men knew how to be gentlemen and allow the women to be in control of what they desired sexually.

Voices carry and before he knew it there were throngs of women who were willing to pay good money for that type of empowerment. Traditional parties or ?sets? would often welcome single women for free but too often those women would come away feeling used and not appreciated.

The Stafford House allowed women to pay and control the environment to their benefit? and the alcohol was free.

With over four million people who identify themselves as swingers in the United States, offline ?meet and greets? were becoming a multi-million dollar industry and by adding sex into the equation Trevor had a thriving business that attracted the underground community and the attention of many competitors.

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Later that evening Tad asked Trevor to follow him to his hotel suite for a private conversation. ?I heard that you prefer Jameson?, he said. Trevor gave a polite nod and unbuttoned his sports coat before sitting down wondering who had Tad spoken to who would know this. His question was quickly answered as he saw Chelsea Benjamin walking out of the bedroom.

Weeks ago she had visited The Stafford House to secretly scout things over for her husband. She had even asked Trevor to play with her that evening while talking over drinks. He declined even though she was his type of woman aesthetically? a tan with thick curves that would rival any porn star from the Dominican Republic. His policy was to never play with a married woman without consent from their husband but even he knew of Tad?s racist views. Chelsea was not used to rejection but she had no choice in this matter. Trevor simply told her that if it was meant to happen for them? it will.

?Let me get to the point?, Tad said as he cracked open the seal on the bottle and poured Trevor a generous glass of the Irish whiskey. ?I?m losing money and you know why?. He then asked Chelsea to bring him an aspirin and some water.

Trevor gave a polite smirk and took a sip of his drink.

?It?s just business?, he said.

Tad?s face quickly turned red. He had no comeback for the truth. Trevor was a far better marketer and his confident persona works in his favor. ?Why don?t you come in and work with me?? Tad asked.

?Now why would I do that?? Trevor replied.

Chelsea handed Tad two pills with a glass of water and smiled at Trevor as she went back into the bedroom.

?Because we have a larger facility?, said Tad. ?There would be more money to make.? Trevor took another sip and stood up. He walked to Tad and spoke in a firm tone.

?I prefer to stay small, unique and exclusive?, he said as he handed him the glass and walked toward the door.

?Your large facility seems empty to me? I guess that that?s the real reason why I was invited here tonight?, he said as he walked out the door.

Tad stood still? basically numb until he could hear the click of the hotel door. He looked up and slammed the glass to the floor.

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The party was in high gear with close to seventy people participating. Tad walked around talking to members but it was obvious that Trevor Wilburn was the man of the hour. The meet and greet portion of swing parties is normally a three hour process where members match up and personally coordinate after-party escapades.

Trevor had stepped out of the club to clear his head and smoke a Cuban cigar when he noticed a small group of Black men congregating in the parking lot. He saw it for what it was? a slave trade.

At the end of most swing parties, white couples would walk outside and identify Black men who were available for after-party sex but usually too cheap to pay the sixty dollar entry fee to join in the party. It was no different than back in the 1800s where Black men were sized up and selected simply on aesthetics.

For many of the white women any Black stud would do but most of these men were asked to show up at two in the morning by their husbands who initiated contact and must have at least liked what they heard from phone conversations.

Trevor had witnessed enough for the evening and decided to get in his car and go home. As he was coming out of the parking lot unto Kingston Avenue, Toby and Jenn Collins were just pulling in.

All three made eye contact but only one saw her dream deferred.

Chapter 5

Chelsea was relieved to see that her better half had already gone downstairs to the party leaving her to go through her pre-party ritual of a shower, make-up and deciding on just the right outfit to wear. There was no need to get back in bed and masturbate to thoughts of her and Trevor having sex. In due time she would be having real live sex? so if she ended up with a sad lay, she could easily drift back to her dream for mental stimuli.

She remembered to sign the birthday card for Tad and just as she was licking the envelope she was startled to hear knocking at the door of her hotel room. ?Damn, that hurts?, she said in response to a slight, yet painful paper cut.

As she walked towards the door she placed her finger in the spot of the pain. She looked at her finger while opening the door and quickly found herself in a long passionate kiss with Jenn Collins. The kiss was so honest and heartfelt that she forgot all about the pain in her mouth and quickly led her to the bed.

The kissing continued and Jenn slowly worked her way down to Chelsea?s wetlands that was already moist and warm. The delicate placement of her tongue on her clitoris offered a euphoric rush of stimulation and she found herself achieving climax faster than usual. This was not in her plans.

?You bitch!? Jenn said as she pulled her head away from Chelsea?s body. ?I saw Trevor leave? Did you fuck him?? Chelsea was startled again as she suddenly found her hands being wrapped with the bed sheet while she was pushed face down on the bed.

For the next twenty minutes she experienced the most agonizing and intense pain imaginable. Jenn had grabbed just about everything in immediate sight that she could use to slash, plummet, and beat on her buttocks.

Even with her muffled screams Chelsea enjoyed every minute of it.

Chapter 6

Homicide Detective Angel Sugarfoot was heading home from her shift when she received a text message on her cell phone.

The Yuma, Arizona native had just recently moved to Birmingham and was still trying to get familiar with the terrain of the city.

This would be her first lead assignment and the adrenalin rushed through her body at a rapid pace.

When she arrived at the Holiday Inn on Messer-Airport Blvd. the atmosphere was extremely quiet. It was three o?clock in the morning and she could smell alcohol combined with cheap perfume in the air. Officer Faye Lewis, who was first on the scene, met her in the lobby and they both walked to the elevator in route to the suite located on the seventh floor.

Once inside the room Angel saw Tad Benjamin?s dead body lying on the floor.

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