Chastity's Dinner Invite

Chastity dumped the hamper of clothes unceremoniously onto her bed and began to quickly sort them. After a minute order began to take shape out of the jumbled chaos with separate piles for whites, colors, delicates, and even a pile for leather arranged on the bed. Chastity picked up a sheer black stocking to toss onto the pile of delicates and noticed a cream colored business card flutter to the floor.

Chas picked up the card and turned it over, her stomach doing a quick summersault as she read the metallic blue writing. Except for the glossy metallic ink the card was plain with only the name Tabitha P. Caulk with a telephone number below, but Chas instantly remembered the night that she had been handed it.

It had been almost six weeks ago to the day and had been the very first night she had gone to the new club that had obsessed her every waking moment, and at least one night a week ever since. The club was called Wide Shut, a very selective adult's only swingers club that Chastity had joined. That first night was one she still remembered with a huge adrenaline rush and a warm, moist feeling between her legs.

Chas had gone to the club intending to have sex with as many strangers as she could and the men had quite literally lined up. Afterwards her new friend Lola had informed her in her deep, sultry, and unmistakably masculine voice that she had made love to twenty three men one after another which didn't include the ones she had been busily sucking on which had broke the house record. Afterwards while Chas had basked in the afterglow an attractive blond woman had approached and handed her the business card she now held before returning to her friends sitting off in a corner by themselves.

Chas still remembered the woman's sapphire blue eyes.

After going back to Wide Shut every Friday since that night and making love to more men and even a few women than she could count Chas still hadn't seen that particular woman again.

"Tabitha," Chas said, sapphire blue eyes flashing through her mind.

Chas fingered the heavy embossed paper of the card before coming to an instant decision. Leaving her laundry on the bed Chas padded barefoot into the living room and found her cell phone on the counter. She quickly dialed the number on the card and was happy to notice that her hands weren't even shaking. A smile lit up her face as she thought that six weeks of amazing, mind blowing, kinky sex with a score of men while dozens more watched could cure anyone of a little shyness.

Chas was disappointed when after only two rings a silky soprano voice picked up on the other end of the line to rattle off a prerecorded voice mail message.

"Hi, this is Tabitha, please leave your name and number and I'll get back to you!" Tabitha's cheerful voice said over the phone followed by a beep.

"Hi, my name is Chastity," Chas began hesitantly, unsure of what exactly to say, "You gave me your card several weeks ago at Wide Shut and asked me to call."

Chas stood staring at the wall for a second, wondering just how lame she sounded on the phone before finally finishing up.

"Well, um, I hope to hear back, thanks," Chas said, blushing.

Chas jabbed her finger down to end the call and glared at it in condemnation for having let her make the silly phone call before setting it back on the counter and heading back to her room and waiting laundry. Just as she reached her bedroom door the cell phone began to play Nine Inch Nails 'Closer'.

Chas hurried back to the living room and grabbed her cell phone, her heart skipping a beat as she saw Tabitha's number displayed and the notes from Nine Inch Nails chorus 'I wanna fuck you like an animal' played. Hoping that the music was a sign of what was to come Chas accepted the call and brought the phone up to her ear.

"Hello?" Chas said.

"Hi, you just called and left a voice mail with me," Tabitha's silky voice replied, "I've been really hoping I'd hear from you for awhile."

"I guess I'm flattered," Chas said with a smile, lying down on her couch before stretching out her lithe four foot eight frame and placing her legs up over the arm.

"I don't know so much about being flattered," Tabatha replied, "I mean, you were amazing when I saw you that night.

"I'm sure you've had plenty of men trying to get you to call them after that."

"Plenty of men," Chas said with a slow smile, "But only one beautiful blond woman with amazing blue eyes."

"Well, at least you remember me, too," Tabatha laughed, "But the reason I wanted you to call me is that my husband and I have a little proposition for you."

"Ummmm," Chas moaned over the phone, her inch long nipples getting hard and tenting the white t-shirt that along with just a pair of panties was her normal around the house casual wear, "Really, what might that be?"

"Well, we've been looking for three or four young, beautiful women who like, um, well, lots of attention from more than just one person at a time," Tabatha began hesitantly.

"No problems so far," Chas said, remembering the several different times at Wide Shut where she had guys lined up to take their turn with her.

"And girls who are bisexual," Tabatha said, the rising inflection of her voice making it an obvious question.

"Girls are pretty new to me, but I definitely enjoy being with women now," Chas said, spreading her legs a little wider as she felt the familiar ache and her panties beginning to get moist.

"And, well, food," Tabatha said.

"Food?" Chas replied in confusion.

"Have you ever heard of nyotaimori?" Tabatha asked.

"No," Chas replied.

"Did you see the 'Sex in the City' movie where Samantha covers herself in sushi?" Tabatha asked.

"Oh yea," Chas replied instantly, "I loved that and was pissed when nothing happened."

"Well, that's nyotaimori," Tabatha replied, "It's an art where women are used as centerpieces and covered in sushi for dinner parties.

"My husband Will and I would love to hire you for one of our nyotaimori parties."

Chas bit her lower lip at the image of herself naked, covered in sushi and surrounded by strangers eating off her body, the heat between her thighs redoubling as her red lace panties went from moist to soaked with a stain quickly spreading over her crotch.

"Chas?" Tabatha asked on the other end of the line.

"Umm, I'm sorry," Chas said in a breathless voice, "I kind of got distracted with the image of me being served as the main dish at dinner."

"So, you'd be interested?" Tabatha asked hesitantly.

"Without a doubt," Chas replied.

"We normally offer our girls five thousand per dinner, would that be acceptable to you also?" Tabatha asked.

"Wait, five thousand dollars?" Chas said in surprise.

"Well, it starts at five thousand and goes up," Tabatha explained, "The girl served for dessert usually gets ten, and any of the girls who participate in after dinner entertainment get more as well."

Chas felt a surge of anger as she realized that Tabatha thought she was some sort of prostitute.

"I'm not some fucking hooker looking to score a buck to spread my legs," Chas shot back.

"I hope not," Tabatha replied calmly, "I wouldn't hire some nasty prostitute to eat my dinner off of.

"We look for women from Wide Shut with active memberships so we can be sure they aren't prostitutes or have some disease and... obviously really love group sex.

"There's no reason why if you're modeling for the night why you shouldn't get paid for it, even if you enjoy doing it."

"We aren't talking about modeling," Chas said angrily.

"No, we aren't," Tabatha replied in her calm voice, "We're talking about you having eight or nine people use your body to eat dinner off of and then probably fuck you as well.

"Laying there naked without moving a muscle for at least two hours while you get decorated and then have strangers use you as a dinner platter, use chopsticks to tweak your nipples, slip fingers inside of your pussy... trust me, that's very hard work and there's no reason why you shouldn't get paid.

"I've been served for dinner a few times myself."

Chas didn't say anything as her emotions surged from anger, to curiosity, to arousal, and back to anger in seconds. The mental image of laying back on a table covered in food as strangers plucked away a piece here and a morsel there to expose a nipple, her belly button or even her labia kept intruding into her brain.

"That doesn't make you a prostitute, or a call girl, or a hooker," Tabatha said calmly, "Just someone making a lot of money doing something that they enjoy doing.

"You can think about it and call me back if you like," Tabatha said, "We have a nyotaimori party coming up in two weeks and if you'd like to be one of our models I'd need to know by say, Monday of next week?"

Chas's anger melted away as she continued to imagine strangers stripping her naked one bite at a time except the bite size morsels weren't sushi but dollar bills. Money was always tight and several thousand dollars would go a long way to making things much easier.

"I'll do it," Chas blurted out.

"Wonderful!" Tabatha said happily, "My Will is going to be ecstatic!

"He went on and on about you for days after making love to you that night at Wide Shut!"

Chas's eyes widened in surprise, wondering which of the men he had been or even if she had seen his face since she had closed her eyes after awhile and simply enjoyed one man after another taking turns with her.

"Oh, I doubt if you'll even remember him though," Tabatha said cheerfully echoing Chastity's own thoughts, "But he certainly remembers you and I can't wait to tell him!

"Do you know if you'd like to be one of our two sushi girls or maybe the after dinner dessert girl?"

"I don't even know what the difference is," Chas replied.

"Well, the sushi girls obviously are covered in a variety of sushi," Tabatha explained, "They're served first and have to model for, oh, around an hour or so after they get decorated.

"Once they are done they get taken back to the kitchen and can either leave early or stay for after dinner entertainment.

"The dessert girl is a little different," Tabatha said, "Instead of sushi she's covered in sweets like little tiny cupcakes, chocolates, cherries, peaches, strawberries, just about anything you could imagine that's delicious and sweet.

"Also she's covered in different syrups for dipping, dashes of whip cream, and most important of all sweet, light syrup that's served inside of her and uses her own natural nectar to enhance the flavor."

"Inside of her?" Chas asked, "You mean inside my pussy?"

"Well... yes," Tabitha replied, "The musky sweet flavor of a strawberry dipped in one of our dessert girls is one of my personal favorites."

Chas felt her fingers tracing the outline of her slit through the fabric of her red panties which had taken on a much darker red hue as her moisture soaked them.

"The dessert girl is definitely the messiest and more, ummm, intimate with dipping morsels inside of her so she automatically gets more compensation," Tabatha said, "But I'd really like to have you play that part and I know my husband would love to have you for dessert too."

"I'll be dessert," Chas said as her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties and parted her warm, damp folds of flesh so a fingertip could find her throbbing clit.

The rest of the conversation was details on the where and when and also Chas's address for a package Tabitha would send the week before the dinner party. Chas finished as quickly as she could before hanging up, slipping out of her t-shirt and panties and finishing with herself as well, the dirty laundry temporarily forgotten.

The next two weeks flew by, the tension building even more since she skipped her normal weekly visit to Wide Shut. Her mind was never far away from daydreams and fantasies of strangers eating off her naked skin or kissing droplets of chocolate off her stomach until finally Tabatha's box arrived in the mail.

Chas tore into it in excitement but was quickly confused as she pulled out a bar of soap, some wipes, and a clear plastic tube of what looked like lubricating jell. The box also contained two pages of directions which walked Chas through the steps to get ready for Saturdays dinner party.

Chas's jaw dropped with the very first line that instructed her to use the clear plastic tube in her ass at least four hours before taking a shower. She reread the line several times before moving on, the directions instructing her to take a shower after her business on the toilet was done with plenty of lather with the antibacterial soap in the box, being sure to get between her fingers and toes, between her ass checks, and especially her crotch. The next step was to dry off with a clean, unused towel before using the antibacterial wipes on every inch of her skin. The directions then instructed her to skip any panties and put on some clean, recently laundered loose fitting closes and wait for her ride to Tabitha's house.

Chas reread the entire directions several times before deciding that if she were going to eat dinner off of some stranger's skin she'd at least want the person to be clean too. Chas set the box with the elaborate instructions aside to wait until Saturday.

When Saturday finally arrived Chas's excitement was almost unbearable. She set out the items in the box and exactly four hours before she was supposed to be picked up for the ride to Tabitha's began with the clear tube of gel. After squeezing the entire chilly mixture inside of her bum the experience was even worse that she had feared as she sat on the toilet for the next thirty minutes. After that a long, hot shower was a relief and Chas spent even more time lathering herself, rinsing and lathering again than what the instructions had indicated.

Once clean enough for someone to eat off her skin Chas stepped out of the shower to towel off and head into her bedroom to lay on the bed to begin using the wipes. She followed the instructions to the letter, wiping between her toes all the way up to the tips of her fingers and even used a wipe to clean the sensitive skin around her anus and the soft, moist folds of her pussy.

When she was finally done Chas was surprised at just how clean she felt. She was positive that it was more psychological than anything else, but she still felt amazingly fresh.

Chas slipped into a pair of cut off sweats with a billowy green and yellow Oregon Ducks hoodie. She didn't really like wearing socks with flip flops but the instructions had also specified that as well so she put on a pair of ankle socks before heading to the living room to wait for her ride.

The wait seemed to fly by until the time for her ride arrived. Chas had expected either Will or maybe a taxi to pick her up and stared in surprise when a shiny black stretch limousine pulled up outside her house.

"Holly shit!" Chas exclaimed with a grin, grabbing her carry bag and heading for the door.

Chas felt a bit uncomfortable as she walked to the limousine wearing sweats, a hoodie and flip flops but forgot all about that as she sat down in the limo and began the ride out to Tabatha's house. The ride wasn't that long, a trip out Sunset Highway and then up into the hills that surrounded Portland but it seemed to take longer as Chas's pussy began to ache in anticipation. After forty minutes the limo pulled into a long gravel driveway between two white fences. Several horses grazed in the field of grass beyond the fence and Chas caught her first glimpse of Tabatha's house.

The house was a three story brick and wood frame country manor covered in ivy with a perfectly manicured emerald green lawn that just begged to have someone run barefoot through the early morning dew. What was even more impressive was the view to the north with the Columbia River and Sauvie Island spread out below, Mt Hood, Mt Adams, Mt St Helens and just the bare tip of Mt Rainer on display, and the buildings, bridges, and maze of highways of Portland in the middle distance.

Chas was still admiring the view after stepping out of the limousine when Tabatha hurried up to her.

"Chastity!" Tabatha said with a huge embrace and a kiss on the lips, "You look beautiful, even in sweats with your hair undone!"

Chas felt an instant of disappointment when Tabatha's kiss with just a hint of tongue only lasted for a moment but smiled at Tabatha's obvious excitement and enthusiasm.

"Come on inside and I'll introduce you to Tomoko and our other girls, Rachel and Amanda," Tabatha said, taking Chas by the hand and leading her inside to the kitchen.

Chas was immediately impressed by the spacious kitchen complete with marble counter tops, a hanging rack with gleaming copper pots and pans and a giant central island with sinks that were almost large enough to sit in and take a bath. Three wheeled tables covered in white sheets were placed around the room, one of them with a beautiful slim brunette naked and already laid out as if on display laying top of it. The brunette had a little pillow beneath her neck, her arms and legs spread apart and an assortment of sushi already strewn across her oiled, gleaming skin. A strawberry blond woman just as pretty and just as naked as the brunette sat in a chair that had been draped in fluffy white towels. There were even towels spread out on the floor beneath the chair and a second chair a few feet away with the same accoutrement that Chas guessed was for her. A very short oriental man who had been busily hurrying about the kitchen stopped suddenly and began looking over Chas's body critically.

"This is Tomoko, the most amazing nyotaimori chef on the entire west coast," Tabatha beamed, "And Rachel is sitting down, Amanda is already getting prepared on the table.

"Everyone, this is Chastity!"

"Very nice," Tomoko said, still looking over Chas's body, "She is desert?"

"Yes," Tabatha replied with a grin, "And this is Chas's first dinner party too!"

"Umm, go pee then take clothes off and leave by door please, then wipe," Tomoko said to Chas before turning back to the countertop covered in plates of fish, seaweed, vegetables, rice and things that Chas couldn't even guess at.

Chas glanced at Amanda who was already frozen in place as if she were made of stone and then to Rachel who nodded in greeting with a smile.

"Ok, I'll leave you to get all prepared then," Tabatha said before leaning over and kissing Chas on the lips once more.

"The bathroom is there and the wipes are on the counter," Rachel told Chas as she watched Tabatha leave the kitchen, "You'll need to wipe everywhere again and then sit down on the chair to wait for Tomoko."

Chas hurriedly used the bathroom even though she didn't have to knowing that she would have to hold completely still for the next couple of hours and wouldn't have the chance then. Afterward Chas found a small cardboard box with her name printed on it next to similar boxes for Amanda and Rachel next to the kitchen door. It only took a few seconds for Chas to slip off her flip flops, socks, sweatpants and hoodie to find herself standing naked on the chilly kitchen floor. Even after being naked and making love to so many strangers in front of entire crowds repeatedly at Wide Shut Chas still felt a little awkward standing in a strange kitchen with the sun streaming in the wide windows wearing just her birthday suite. Chas turned around and found both Rachel and Tomoko staring at her naked body and blushed.

"Yes, very nice," Tomoko said again before returning his attention to Amanda.

Chas found the wipes where Rachel had indicated and began a repeat performance from earlier.

"Start top," Tomoko suddenly said, pointing to the top of Chas's head, "Go down.

"When you done, you sit on chair."

Chas felt a flash of anger at Tomoko's tone and then out of the corner of her eye caught Rachel's quick smile and shake of her head.