Getting to know the boss.

As with all such things, it was not meant to last. Eventually you see all there is to see, and do all there is to do. Money not being an issue sped this up, and they never had to worry about money running out.

The physical intimacy slowed, however they were still very close, and still slept in the same bed, nearly every night. Although at this point they did not share all of their lovers. Vixxen would still join in on threesomes with Sapphire, but at times it seemed less to Vixxen that her and her lover were sharing a man, and more like Sapphire was sharing a lover with Vixxen.

The owner of their club hosted the occasional party at his home, and while Vixxen and Sapphire did not go to all of them, the party never disappointed when they attended. His house was a palace, everything single thing was beautiful. The pool in his back yard was something out of a beach resort, and when it was full of nude and nearly nude exotic dancers it was better than a resort.

At these parties people drank a lot of **** and had a lot of sex. Vixxen and Sapphire would not act as a couple when at these parties, having a pass to do as they pleased with whom they pleased. They did not have an exclusive relationship, however for these events they were even more clear about it.

The dancers could get one of the many rooms at the place for the night if they wanted, and Vixen and Sapphire would get a couple close together, and would check on one another through the night.

Vixxen and Sapphire obtained rooms and put their changes of clothing there, and attended the party in their customary attire, tiny bikini bottoms and no tops. Vixxen's left nothing to the imagination, a string bikini bottom, with almost no material on it, just a little covering in the front on the bottom.

The only thing Vixxen didn't like was beating the men off of her with a stick. They seemed to think that she was a sure thing, and often had a tough time saying no. There was a lot of pawing, and she could hardly get in the pool without feeling a hard dick brush against her ass.

She was shocked how often a guy would drop his swim shorts, move behind her in the pool, reach around and grab her tits and push his cock between her legs. Who fucked a person who did that king of thing?

Sapphire and Vixxen would play wing man for each other, at least until one of them found a date for the night. Sapphire ended up walking into the house with two muscular black men, leaving Vixxen to fend for herself. Typical Vixxen thought, Sapphire seemed to really be into black men lately, she had a fetish.

The owner of the club liked to play at being Hugh Hefner, but he didn't actually do much with his dancers, so any comparison didn't go any further than the company he kept most of the time. The club management and bouncers were another matter, they would fuck as many of the dancers as they could in the "no rules" environment at the parties.

Vixxen had fucked one manager, and a couple of the bouncers, but in a completely voluntary circumstance. She had never been with the owner, but on one such party he asked her to join him for a tour of the house. He introduced himself as Alan, and lead her through the house.

The tour lasted a long time, and ended in his bedroom. Alan put his thumb on a side panel and his door opened. That's nifty, Vixxen thought.

He showed her his balcony, which overlooked the pool, which in the failing evening light was beautiful. He had a hot tub on his balcony, that was a new one for Vixxen. It looked like it could seat ten people.

Alan grabbed a bottle of champagne out of some ice and a couple of glasses and got in and invited her to join him.

Alan got in, and then marveled when Vixxen entered his hot tub. When she leaned over to step in, there wasn't a hint of a belly, just a beautiful muscular black body. Vixxen noticed his gaze, and didn't mind at all.

Alan was an older guy, no way he was less than sixty, and he wasn't a fit man or a tall man. He wasn't as tall as Vixxen, Alan might have been 5'8". He had a belly, although he wasn't really fat, and he didn't have much hair.

That said, Alan was a attractive older man, in that way that wealthy people always manage to look decent. He had good skin, his teeth were white, his eyes were a pretty blue color, and he always smelled good. Not the stereotypical old white guy / old spice flood of scent, but always something tropical, never overpowering.

As they talked the bottle emptied, and Vixxen enjoyed the privacy, few people in a party like this were ever alone, and it could get tiresome. As they enjoyed the night sky and the rest of the bottle of champagne, they actually got pretty deep in conversation.