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Jenna snatched the paper away from her and read the instructions. Oh, God! Meemee wasn’t kidding. There it was in black and white.
Superior technology allows the plug to quickly inflate and deflate…self-lubricating…

She swallowed at her suddenly dry throat and her ass muscles clenched in wicked anticipation.

“So? Why send you a butt plug? I mean you two split up like years ago. Why is he sending you something so intimate in the mail?”

“It all happened so fast,” Jenna confessed.

Meemee’s eyebrows furrowed. “What happened so fast?”

“I brought over the erotic toys he’d purchased at the store.”

Her eyes widened. “He bought some of your sex toys when he was here? And you just forgot to tell me?”

“It happened so fast.”

“God, woman! What happened that he would send you a butt plug instead of roses?”

“Stuff happened. On his bar.”

Meemee wiggled her eyebrows in amusement. “
On
his bar? Way to go, Jenna! So? How was it after all this time?”

“Meems, please. What should I do about the plug? Should I send it back?” Even as she asked, she knew she wouldn’t send it back. She wanted like crazy to join him for a ménage at the Club.

“No proper gentleman sends a woman a butt plug as an invitation to a seedy club instead of roses.”

“I’m not looking for a gentleman, Meemee.”
I want Sully
. She wanted to be able to trust him not to walk out on her again. She wanted him to be the man she was looking for in her “A Hero Wanted” ad.

“Newsflash, girlfriend. White picket fence guys are gentlemen. Tell you the truth, I’m disappointed in Sully for not sending you roses. That’s just not romantic. Maybe he’s not the guy for you.”

“Oh, cut the reverse psychology, Meems. It won’t work. I know you want us back together.”

Meemee smiled and rubbed her hands together.

“Okay, so what happened on the bar? Oh, jeez, don’t tell me. Oh, God! Please do tell me.”

“He went down on me.”

Meemee’s mouth dropped open in apparent shock. “On your first date?”

“It wasn’t a date.”

“Well then girlfriend that was some business trip. So are you going to wear it? Are you going to accept his invitation?”

Jenna picked up the plug. In the box, it had looked small but now, as she felt the weight in her hand, it seemed a little too big.

“Aha, a note!” Meems cried out. She snapped up a small piece of light blue paper from the box. “He says he wants to meet you in a week. At his bar, after closing. Wearing the plug. Are you going to do it?”

“I don’t know, Meemee. What do you think?”

Meemee shook her head. “I’d hold off until he sent me roses.”

Jenna rolled her eyes. “A lot of help you’ve turned out to be.”

* * * * *

“I think she’s taken the hook…er…I mean the plug,” Meemee’s cheerful voice echoed through the tiny, hot bar kitchen as Sully tried to balance two platters of chicken fingers in one hand and two platters of fries in the other.

Yes, the cook was back and, yes, he was threatening to quit again if Sully didn’t get him help pronto. In an effort to stall the cook from walking out, Sully had thrown in to give him a hand tonight. Cripes! Was it his fault that the bar was growing leaps and bounds, and not one reliable person had applied for the cook’s helper position?

“Hello! Sully! Did you hear me?” Meemee cried out as she sidestepped the angry, red-faced cook and followed Sully out of the kitchen into the noisy bar.

“Sorry, Meems, it’s a bit hectic around here tonight. You really think Jenna is going to wear it?” Doubts had been circling ever since he’d sent that package off with Meemee. He still couldn’t get over the fact that Jenna had allowed him to go down on her the other night. Things were happening a hell of a lot quicker than he’d thought they would.

Jenna
had
changed. Had become more at ease with her sexuality, and it just seemed to make her that much more attractive to him.

She’d been so sweet and succulent when he’d sucked her pussy juices into his mouth. The taste of her had just about driven him wild. Now he wanted more from her. A hell of a lot more. He just hoped he was doing the right thing in pushing her so fast. But it was the Club’s rules to move swiftly on a woman. Not to allow her too much time to think or react with her brain but to instead respond with her body.

“You don’t sound too happy. Don’t tell me you’re actually nervous about your next meeting with Jenna?” She giggled from behind him as he settled the plates in front of his customers.

“Nothing has really happened between Jenna and myself, Meems. Why are you so damned cheerful?” he asked as he headed back to the kitchen for yet another order.

“Because life is beautiful, my young apprentice. Especially when I see my uptight best friend finally melting in her attitude toward you.”

Jenna was melting? Sully closed his eyes and said a silent thank you.

“Now we’ll just have to wait and see if she shows for your meeting,” Meemee continued. “When she does, then we move quickly on to the next phase. Have you got it all planned?”

“I do.”

“Good…” She made a move to go but turned around again, her facial expression anything but happy.

“Sully?”

“Yeah?”

“No contact with her for the next week before Initiation. We want her all primed and eager for you.”

“I know the rules, Meems.”

She nodded. “Great stuff. Oh! And congratulations. You’re already halfway into the Ménage Club. Because of the plug, she’s aware of your intentions. Now all we’ve gotta do is persuade Jenna to join you for that one, hot Initiation night. I’m sure she’ll not only go for it but she’ll enjoy it as well.”

“You think so?”

Meemee sighed wearily. “Those doubts are showing again, Sully. You’ve got one week to work on that problem, okay? You’re going to have to be certain that this is the way you want to go.”

“It is the way. I don’t want to lose her this time around.” Or ever.

“You stick to the plan and she’ll thank you forever. Trust me—once she’s Initiated, there won’t be any looking back for her or for you.”

He could hear the smile in Meemee’s voice and nodded in agreement.

Yes, Meemee was right. Once Jenna accepted the invitation to be initiated into the Ménage Club then she would be his to pleasure.

His to pleasure forever.

Chapter Four

One week later…

“The way she keeps twirling her fingers through her hair makes me think she’s a little bit unsure of herself,” Tony said as he watched Jenna where she sat in a far corner booth while Sully, at Tony’s request, mixed a banana daiquiri for the cute little redhead sitting alone at the end of the bar. Thankfully, Tony wasn’t drinking himself. Last week when he’d gotten Tony out of jail, he’d made his friend promise not to get drunk and cause a disturbance every time he saw a redhead. Hopefully, Tony would hang onto his promise—at least for tonight.

“It’s natural for her to be that way,” Tony continued. “There’s that trust barrier to break through. From everything you’ve told me about your relationship in the past, I’d say she’s most likely afraid you’ll leave town if you have another fight. And like she’s said many times during your fights, she’s afraid you’ll leave her for some skinny chick, maybe even one of those endless ladies who you call friends.”

“They
are
just friends, Tony.”

“I know it, but she still doesn’t believe it. You told me yourself she seemed pissed off when one of our Club members flirted with you right here at the bar the other week. Anyway, I’d be worried if she wasn’t nervous. This indicates she’s interested in getting back together with you, to make things right between you two, but she still has insecurities.” At Tony’s words, a memory zipped through Sully.

A memory of the summer he’d come to stay with his grandparents. Initially he’d come to help them with their bakery during the busy tourist season and to ponder on whether he should join NASA’s new training program with his three cousins. Meemee and Tony also worked at the bakery. The three of them had become fast friends. It had been at Tony’s twenty-first birthday bash when he’d first seen plus-sized Jenna. The instant he’d walked into Tony’s apartment he’d been floored. Her adorable, wide blue eyes, sassy auburn curls and her shy, yet sexy smile had made his cock and the rest of him take immediate notice. He’d always been attracted to plus-sized women and he’d made it a point to get introduced to her. She’d seemed surprised when he’d quickly invited her out for coffee with Tony and Meemee after the party, and he’d been thrilled when she’d accepted.

Tony, Meemee, Jenna and himself had been inseparable that summer. Not a day went by that the four of them didn’t get together for some reason or another. And not a day went by that he didn’t have the urge to find out everything about Jenna MacLean. He also found himself wanting to kiss her soft-looking, cupid-shaped, luscious, ruby-red lips, or do naughty things to her plump, sweet-smelling body. Delicious things he’d heard his cousins’ brag they did with their girlfriends. It hadn’t taken him long to figure out Jenna was sexually shy. The moment he’d met her grandparents he’d known why. Her grandmother had been strict, religious and controlled Jenna’s every move.

No wonder she had hang-ups.

Jenna’s mother and father had been killed in a car crash when she’d only been two years old and her grandparents had taken over raising her. They’d imposed curfews on her, had made her quite uptight sexually. But with Meemee’s help, Jenna had been able to go out often, under the guise that she and Meemee went to the movies or to the fair or shopping. That’s when he’d hook up with Jenna and they’d go off by themselves.

Kissing her had been torturous—guilt had always brewed in her eyes afterwards. It had been frustrating to say the least, but he loved Jenna MacLean and he could be patient as hell. He’d vowed he would wait until she was ready. He’d wined her and dined her that summer, introduced her to his grandparents, who’d absolutely fallen in love with her during the fun Sunday dinners his grandmother loved to throw.

One hot summer night as they’d walked arm in arm down along the sandy beach watching the moonlight sparkle off the ocean’s whitecaps they’d gone further than just kissing. Their touches had turned hungry. Desperate. Frantic.

They’d both been so turned on and she’d asked him to fuck her right then and there. It hadn’t been the romantic way he’d planned to make love to her for her first time but he just hadn’t been able to refuse that hungry, passionate look in her eyes or the delicious way her feminine fingers had shyly slipped into his pants and explored his cock.

Thank God, he’d had a condom in his wallet.

They’d consummated their relationship in a secluded grassy area near the beach’s park gazebo beneath the twinkling stars. His heart had soared as he’d unleashed the passion from her, and made her orgasm. Unfortunately, after their lovemaking session and many more after that night, he’d seen guilt and shame shine bright in her eyes. Guilt and shame that her religious grandmother had no doubt instilled in her. Because of her guilt, he’d become angry. They’d fought frequently.

They’d also fought because he had quite a few friends who also happened to be women. She’d told him it wasn’t proper for him to have so many women friends. In other words, she didn’t trust him. Didn’t believe him when he said he loved her and wanted only her in his life.

Frustration had begun to gnaw at him.

He’d even given her a vibrator. He’d figured it would help her explore her own body, her sexuality.

Toward the end of summer, her grandmother had found the sex toy and had freaked-out. Jenna had been in tears the last time he’d seen her. They’d had the big fight that night. She’d told him it wasn’t proper for a man and woman to use sex toys.

It had just been too much. Bitterness and frustration had overwhelmed him and he’d told her he was leaving town. He’d sworn to her he’d never come back to Hideaway or come back to her. He’d left town with Tony and joined NASA’s new training program.

That’s why the advertisement Meemee had written on the napkin on behalf of Jenna had come as such a shock.

Anal. Sexually adventurous. Ménages. And not an ounce of that guilt he’d come to hate so much had sparked Jenna’s eyes when he’d read the ad and looked at her. Where once there had been shyness, there was now hunger. Where there once had been hesitancy, there was now a refreshing boldness.

Shit! Her heated looks and the ad had turned him on so bad he’d needed to take several cold showers since then.

Sending her the butt plug had been a bold move. A test to make sure she would come here tonight. To prove to himself she really had changed. To ask her a question that could change their lives and hopefully bring them back together again.

And here she was. Near closing time. Casting shy, yet eager glances his way.

Did she have that inflatable butt plug buried up her cute little ass as he’d asked her to wear? Or was she here to tell him to take the plug and shove it up his own ass?

“I remember her being quite the innocent,” Tony said as he lugged back a root beer. “Her grandmother made her that way. The old bitch sure had sexual hang-ups. It was a wonder she’d even let her husband near her to have a kid of her own.”

“Don’t speak ill of the dead, Tony,” Sully teased, then walked the few steps to deliver the banana daiquiri to the redhead, who accepted the drink with a smile. She nodded her thanks to Tony, as well, and sent Sully back to him with an answer.

“So what did she say?” Tony eagerly asked when Sully returned.

“She said thanks but no thanks. She’s not into men.”

“Shit!” Tony said softly. “Another wasted drink.”

Tony’s gaze swung to Jenna again.

“With Jenna’s grandmother out of the way, I wonder how much she’s changed?”

“How do you mean?” Sully poured another beer for yet another waiting customer and pretended not to know what Tony meant.

“I mean, has she dropped her sexual shield? By the way she’s squirming around on that bar seat, I’d say she’s over her shyness and she’s got that butt plug buried up there, making her pussy nice and tight. And the way her nipples are poking against her blouse makes me think the plug has turned her on, despite the intrusion up her sweet ass.”

Sure enough, Tony was right. There was a cute blush to Jenna’s cheeks, a sparkle in her eyes he’d never seen before.

“Sexually adventurous,” Tony said again. “I’d even bet she’s been fantasizing about a ménage. She’s had a week to think about it.”

Sully nodded his agreement. Jenna had mentioned light bondage in her ad. Mentioned ménages. But when it came right down to it, was she serious? Could he use her fantasies to get her to join the Ménage Club? Could he show her just how much he wanted her in his life?

He handed Tony another root beer and looked at his watch. Almost closing time. His gut twisted with anxiety. Soon he’d have his answer. One way or the other.

* * * * *

Shards of silver rain were slapping against the windows of Sully’s Bar & Grill when the last customer left.

Jenna was so nervous she almost left too.

Since shortly after she’d arrived, both Sully and Tony had been casting scorching glances her way. She didn’t have to be a genius to know they’d been talking about her. Maybe even making plans for her?

Pushing her fingers anxiously through her hair, she watched Sully disappear into the back room.

After she’d received the sophisticated Ménage Club Initiation butt plug from Sully, she’d been plagued all that day by doubts. Should she try it? Should she send it back to him? By the end of the day, her brain had been fried from all that thinking, and finally excitement about trying it had prevailed. Later that night, she’d followed the directions. After turning the toy on, she’d watched how the plug had generously lubed itself.

Unbelievable technology!

The plug even felt contentedly warm, yet strange, as she’d inserted it slowly inside her. She’d gasped at the odd pleasure-pain as her firm muscles at first tried to reject the intrusion. But after relaxing herself and with some gentle prodding, her sphincter had given way and the toy slid in with fairly little pain after it having been so liberally self-lubed. To her surprise, the plug felt relatively comfortable as she’d worn it off and on over the next week. She’d scarcely even known it was there, had barely felt the gentle stretching motions as the plug had slowly but firmly inflated, gently massaging her anal muscles, prodding her wider—readying her.

Jenna blew out a breath and swallowed at the nervous tightness clogging up her throat. She’d missed Sully terribly over the past week. Had even picked up the phone many times to call him, but she’d persevered and each time she’d hung up.

Now she was here at Sully’s Bar & Grill actually being turned on by the scorching way the two men were looking at her. Their hungry gazes made her feel desirable, sexy, and at the same time scared because she was actually fantasizing about having sex with Sully
and
Tony.

She’d be lying if she told anyone the thought of a ménage turned her off. It turned her on. Even if she and Sully never got together, she enjoy experimenting in a ménage à trois with him.

At the very least, her searing curiosity would be quenched…at the very worst, she’d become addicted to ménages…and isn’t that what she’d heard the Ménage Club had been created to do? Make the intended couple become addicted to pleasuring each other long enough for them to stay together and work through their problems.

Oh, she’d heard the rumors. Heard about how the men and women at the Club captured their lovers through arousing their bodies. She had friends who swore ménages wouldn’t work if the couple’s relationship was in trouble. They said ménages were the ultimate trust factor between couples. That it should only be tried when a couple’s relationship was clearly established because in some cases bringing a third into the bedroom broke a relationship.

Sully and she weren’t even in a relationship so she really had nothing to lose if the idea was proposed. But what if Sully didn’t propose the idea? Maybe she’d been misreading the signals those heated masculine looks had thrown her way? Maybe her instincts were just fantasy?

Jenna worried her bottom lip for a moment. No, her instincts were spot on with that butt plug he’d sent to her.

She’d been doing a lot of fantasizing since her grandfather and grandmother had died. As long as both of them had been alive, there had been some sort of unbreakable bond—a rope that kept her on the straight and narrow. Kept her from fulfilling her wickedly delicious sexual fantasies.

They’d passed away within weeks of each other. She’d grieved their loss for several months and, call it morbid, but after the grieving process had lifted, she’d felt liberated. A newfound guilty happiness had replaced the guilt of wanting sex with a man. With her strict, religious grandparents out of the way, she’d entered a new life and she’d begun dating men.

Begun experimenting with sex on a whole new level. But her sexual and emotional experiences with the local guys had always been lacking. It hadn’t taken her too long to figure out she’d been comparing her men to Sully. Sully, her first man. The only man who’d made her orgasm.

“I think I’d like to join you in those carnal thoughts, Jenna.”

Her head snapped up to find Sully standing over her, a heart-stopping grin on his face, and he was holding out his hand.

“Let’s go for a walk.”

“A walk? But it’s raining out there.”

“I know.” He wiggled his fingers and without hesitation, she placed her hand against his firm palm.