Singer - 12. Pool Party

The guard tapped his tablet’s screen as the car’s occupants called out their names. “For security purposes,” he said while taking pictures of the three men and the woman. The hulking rent-a-cop nodded at his uniformed partner who pressed a device strapped to his wrist. The wrought iron gates swung inward, and the Uber driver inched up the driveway.

“Mother of god! This place’s insane.” Bliss sat in back, between Chipper and Zion, while Bryce had the front. “Thanks again for inviting me, guys.”

“Our pleasure. Any friend of Chipper’s a friend of ours.” Bryce stepped out and held the rear door open for his companions. “With your looks, you’ll fit right in.”

“I hope so. I won’t know anyone.”

“Hey, you’ll know us.” Zion held her hand and helped her out of the car. “Plus, I’m sure you’ll make friends easily.”

Chipper asked if it was okay to bring a couple of friends when the guys told him about the pool party. Aslan had flown to Hawaii and would meet Chipper in New York later in the week, but Bliss was in town for a couple more days and accepted the invitation.

Her jaw dropped when Zion opened the massive, wooden door to reveal the opulent interior. “Wow! Tell me again who owns this place?”

“I know, right? A little over the top.” Zion pointed toward the back of the house. “The action’s out on the patio. Anyway, the place belongs to Greg Nalbo and his wife. They own a management company providing all kinds of services to artists. Agents, accountants, lawyers… They throw these parties all the time, and invite a mix of clients and prospects. Lots of eye candy of both sexes.”

Stepping through the folding glass doors, the quartet attracted attention from a few of the guests already frolicking around the swimming pool. Bryce stopped them before they went too far. “Hey, Bliss, I hope Chipper passed on the warning we gave him. There’ll be drugs all over the place. Do not”—the blond emphasized the admonition—“feel pressured into doing anything you don’t want to.”

“Same for sex,” Zion added. “Both Greg and his wife have a taste for young ones. Either sex.”

“BRYCE! ZION! So glad you guys could make it.” The man rapidly approaching them embraced both guys when he reached them. “Introduce me to this lovely couple.”

Chipper assumed this was their host. He guessed Greg was in his early forties but spent considerable time taking care of himself. Tan, muscular, with trimmed chest hair, and a dazzling smile, he could pass for younger. The tiny bathing suit did not leave much to the imagination.

“Hi, I’m Chipper, and this is Bliss. Thank you for having us.”

“Stop drooling, Greg.” Bryce punctuated his remark with a punch to the man’s arm. “For the record, they’re not a couple. These are the two friends we mentioned are competing in The Voice this season.”

“Well, they’re both drool-worthy. I’m glad you two could make it. Please make yourselves at home. Bar and food are by the cabana on the other side of the pool. Right by the DJ. We have a bathroom and a lounge in there. Sometimes our guests need a break from the festivities.”

“Thank you.” Bliss appeared somewhat overwhelmed by Mid-Century modern opulence. “I guess I should head there to change.”

Nalbo intertwined his arm with hers. “I’ll walk you over and introduce you to my wife. Guys”—he momentarily looked over his shoulder—“you know the routine. Show your boy around. You have a good time. Chipper. I hope we’ll get a chance to talk later. Would love to discuss where you see your career going.”

Once they were out of earshot, Zion warned Chipper. “Careful, buddy. He’ll try to sign you up, and he’ll try to get you naked.”

Chipper threw his head back and laughed. “He can see me naked, but he won’t get anything from me. I don’t have a daddy fetish. And he can try to sell me all he wants. I have an attorney, and I wouldn’t agree to anything without Ethan’s blessing.”

Throughout the afternoon, Chipper sampled cannabis edibles from trays scattered around. He was in a festive mood when Bryce and Zion found him and dragged him toward the bathroom in the cabana. Bliss had said goodbye earlier when she left with a muscle-bound, black stuntman.

“Zion, check the cabinets while I get the shower ready.” Bryce pointed at Chipper’s bathing suit. “Lose the Speedo, bud. We need to rinse off the chemicals from the hot tub and the salt from the ocean.”

“Bingo!” Zion pointed at several jars inside a drawer. “Greg was nice enough to label the contents for us. What’s your pleasure, Chipper? We have coke, tina, X, K—”

“Nothing for me. I’m already feeling no pain. Those chocolate bars are deceptively strong.”

The three naked men frolicked under the multiple jets in a stall big enough to hold a dozen of them. They washed each other but went no further than a few kisses and tugs; all three sported erections while drying. Back in street clothes, they went in search of their host.

“You guys leaving?” Greg sounded disappointed. “But we didn’t spend any private time together. I was looking forward to getting to know Chipper better.” His eyes raked over the young men while he tugged at the gold ring dangling from a nipple.

Chipper pointed at himself. “My doing. It’s been a hectic week and I’m dead tired. Maybe another time?”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Nalbo threw an arm around Chipper’s shoulders and drew him in for a side-hug. “I have your number. I’ll give you a call soon. We’ll do lunch. Maybe we can discuss your plans for the future. I think I could probably help you.”

“Sounds like a plan. Thanks again, Greg.”

When the man ran a hand down his back to his ass, Chipper knew it was really time to go.