The Playroom

It has been a couple weeks since we did anything social in the evenings. Last night, when we returned to the room, he told me to get ready to go out. He wanted me looking my best. I wondered what he had in mind.
When we got to the playroom it was already full of people. The dance floor was crowded. Sam was mixing music, as she often does. Women were dancing on the poles. There were groups of men sitting with women in the lounge area, drinking and talking.
The open air seating was also occupied. We found a table in the back under the trees. It is one of my favorite spots to sit and watch the activities around the playroom. It is shaded and almost secluded, but with a good view of the playroom and the area around it.
Shortly after we sat down, Walter joined us with a woman that I had not met. They sat down without an invitation as if this was a planned meeting and not a chance encounter. Drinks arrived at our table. The woman smiled at me but did not say anything. I had a feeling she was checking me out.
“Walter here is one of the greatest propagandists of the last century.”, he said with a smile. He indicated Walter with a raised drink almost as if he was toasting him.
~~Walter looked surprised, amused, and annoyed. I’ve heard these type of provocative comments before, but not in close company of slaves. At least, not when we are in a situation where a couple of slaves are obviously expected to participate in the conversation. I wondered what he was playing at. Maybe he was testing me in public. It seemed to me like Walter also wondered about the break in social standards.~~
Walter replied with a return compliment, “And you saved the market from devastation. You made a major financial collapse look inconsequential and boosted all our profits in doing so. Our plans would have been ruined without you.”
Now, I really wondered what was happening. Walter pushed the conversation further into forbidden territory. Maybe they were a signaling to each other or to us that we all know the story behind Heaven’s residents.
He replied, “I only did what was necessary. There was no other path to take.”
Walter said, “Don’t act so humble, you really saved us. I am not the only one who believes so.” He turned to me and said, “You’ve got yourself a good one here. I can only guess that you are special too.” He winked and smiled. They all do that, it’s an invitation to flirtation. He was flirting with me in front of both of our dates. (Not dates. Why do we have no word for this type of coercive relationship. It is not uncommon.)
At this point I did not know if there was some arranged group sex expectation or they were trying to feel me out for my reaction. I felt more like this is about our recent discussions than it is about sex, but you never know with these people. It’s much easier to go willingly than to be forced into it. Whatever it is.
He saved me from responding by saying, “She is very special. She makes life here more bearable.” He looked at me, and said with all sincerity, “I don’t know what I’d do without her.”
I thought I have never had a more romantic moment in my life, and it is in the middle of a crazy, fucked up situation such as this. I was too busy trying to assess what was happening here to take it to heart. I also did not believe him. He does not say things like that in private. He is showing off.
Walter said, “George isn’t going to be happy about it. You know he wanted her for himself.” What the fuck did that mean?
He replied, “Well, George isn’t here yet. His timing is off, again. I don’t know what we can do about it.”
Walter replied, “I don’t know either. Carter is supposed to be taking care of it. Maybe we need a meeting to discuss the next moves in case he doesn’t come through.”
He said in a distracted manner, “Maybe so. We can discuss it at the next meeting.”, indicating that the subject should be changed.
Reflexively, I pretended to be distracted from what they were saying and watched the dancers on the dance floor. The lights and motion were pretty. There’s something about people having fun that helps me feel calm and relaxed. It certainly looks like everyone is having a good time on the dance floor. I do when I am dancing too. It is like we could be anywhere in the world, dancing in a resort club. The gentle breeze flowing through the crowed, adding a refreshing feeling to the heat of all the bodies moving together. It is one of the few escapes we have as slaves.
I started thinking maybe I can go dance to get out of whatever this is going on at our table. I turned back to the conversation after I noticed one of the girls was being fucked from behind on the couch in front of the dance floor. Our table had been quiet for a moment, I realized they were looking at me.
“What?”, I said with a smile. I hoped this was not something creepy.
“Why don’t you and Molly go dance?”, he said.
I looked at her and smiled. She smiled back. We got up. She took my hand and we made our way to the dance floor. I could not see a way onto the dance floor, but she just plunged in and took me with her.