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.
