Tighter (18+)

Guests

Ava wore dark blue pipe skirt and white long sleeve shirt, buttoned up to the neck. Mia wore red plaid skirt with long sleeve man shirt, the first two buttons unhooked. Dave wore black pants and long sleeve shirt, sleeve rolled up to the elbow. All of them sat on the sofa, Ava between Dave and Mia. They were a bit anxiously waiting for the meeting.

The bell rang. Ava suddenly felt the chill. Her seating up righted. Mia lightly petted her friend's stocking-covered knee to ease her. She opened her phone to see their guest. There she was, Julia in fitting, sleeveless black dress and hair rolled up, stood in front of the front door.

With a man in black suit next to her.

"Who the ...?" Mia mumbled. She stood up and walked toward the door and opened it.

"Hi!" Julia greeted her. "This is Reynolds, my husband."

"Hi," Mia greeted back, then she look at her husband and snapped, "so, you are the one who taped my friends and my boyfriend, huh?"

Reynold smiled politely. "Yes, ma'am," he said.

"Why didn't you just enjoy the show?" Mia barked, "hell, you could even record it and I'm sure they wouldn't mind!" Then, she looked at Julia. "And why is he even here? You didn't talk anything about him joining our meeting!"

"Yes, I know, Mia," Julia replied calmly, "but if you would, please allow us to come in and explain the whole thing."

Mia went silent for a few seconds before she finally moved aside.

"Thanks you," said Reynold and Julia as they moved in. Her friend and boyfriend already stood when her guests and her reached the living room. Mia seated the guest. The entire hosts seated as well, face to face with their guests, n handshake. A coffee table separated both parties.

Reynolds produced something from his suit's inner pocket and put it on the table. "This is the phone I used to record you," he opened the conversation, "I guarantee you all that this is the only media that contains the recordings. No other copy, clip, screenshot, or anything of that recording exists anywhere else but in that phone."

Julia produced a piece of paper from her purse and put it next to Reynolds' phone. "And this is the only printout existed," she said.

"So?" Mia barked.

"We will give them to you," said Reynolds.

"With one condition," added Julia.

"What?" Mia snapped again, "how much money do you want?"

"It's not about money," Julia responded.

"Then what?" Dave barked.

Julia cleared her throat. "Today is Reynolds' birthday," she said.

"And?" Mia snarled.

Again Julia cleared her throat. "Two weeks ago I asked him if he wanted anything for his birthday," she continued, then paused and took a deep breath.

Reynolds smiled as he pet his wife's back gently.

"We are still waiting ...." Mia said.

Then, Reynolds dropped the bomb. "I swing," he said, "Julia tolerates my, uh, hobby. She joins me in the parties, but only does it with me in every occasion whenever she gets too hot."

The room went silent.

"When I asked him what he wanted for his birthday this year, Reynolds said he wanted to watch the couple do what they did in your balcony, and joined their fun," Julia added, her voice trembled.