Welcome to E. Mayberry

“I got this one!” a woman announced as she dipped down and took the shot

glass in her lips, tilted her head back, and swigged down the amber liquid. The women locked lips and I caught sight of tongues getting involved.

So many people were in this place, probably well over a hundred, and all seemed so excited to see a new face. I remembered what Bastian said earlier about this being a swinger neighborhood and I wondered if they were all thinking of me naked. That got me wondering if any of them recognized me from my films. I hoped not. I wanted to start over on a clean slate even if it was a sex-crazed community’s slate. I didn’t want to be the adult film star anymore. I wanted to have sex on my terms.

“You must be the important lady in Sebastian’s life,” a woman said as she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight.

“Sunshine,” Bastian said, “This is Addie and she’s the neighborhood doctor.”

Addie stuck her arm through mine and led me away from Bastian.

“Neighborhood doctor?” I asked her. “Why would the neighborhood need a doctor?”

“The same as any other neighborhood.”

“But this is just a community, right? I mean it’s not a town. Why the need for a doctor?”

“You don’t know much about us do you?”

By us, I figured she meant the residents of the community, but the word “us” seemed sinister for some reason, like I’d stumbled into a coven of witches or had accidentally converted to an odd religion led by a deranged cult leader.

I shook my head.

“Don’t worry. You’ll understand soon.”

“Bring her to the table!” a redhead yelled at Addie.

“Now, Leeana,” she replied. “I’m not sure she’s ready for that yet.”

Before I could make my mind up for myself, I was tugged in the opposite direction of where most of the party was headed. Bastian pulled me in close to him.

“This is the start of the festivities,” he told me. “If you go in there with the others, you might find it…well, intense. I know that you love sex. And I know you are a very passionate person. But this might be a little too fast for you.”

“Fast?” I asked.

The fact that he was talking about sex actually lightened my mood. All the secrecy had me worried. I’d been concerned that maybe I’d be asked to help sacrifice a goat or something or to do a naked dance in a fiery circle while drizzling chicken blood all over my bare tits. That I wouldn’t do. Sexual stuff? That I would definitely do. The question was, could he handle seeing me do it.

I wondered what exactly could be going on in the other room that he thought I couldn’t handle. This was a swinger neighborhood. Would it be an all-out orgy or a bunch of drunken neighbors playing spin the bottle? How intense did he mean?

A sexy, big breasted black woman was about to walk past me when she stopped and stared at my neckline. I thought she was checking out my tits when she said, “You didn’t give her a necklace?”

“Jackie,” Bastian said. “I’m working my way up to that. It’s her first night.”

“Can I take her with me?” Jackie asked.

Bastian looked at me with raised eyebrows, his silent way of asking me if I was comfortable going into the other room. He shrugged his shoulders.

“Babe? Your call,” he said.

“How bad can it be, right?” I asked.

“Yeah. How bad?” he replied.

“Forget him,” Jackie said. “Come with me. You are going to fucking love this.”

Jackie led me into the dining room and over to a super long oval table with ladies already sitting around it. She pulled me over to two empty chairs side by side and we sat. There were no men in the room, just women.

“You’re gonna love this,” Jackie said. “I promise.”