From Famine to Feast:

Chapter 20: Aftermath or Warm-up?

I was studying for finals when Alexis returned to our room around noon, doing the quintessential walk of shame. Her hair was messy, her make-up was smeared, her skimpy mini-dress was rumpled, and she was carrying her heels in her hand. When she opened the door, we looked at each other—her with what looked like a mixture of guilt and shame, and me with trepidation and uncertainty. Neither of us said anything at first. She closed the door and exhaled.

"Where are Ty and Chris?" I asked.

"They each went to their rooms to shower, change, and nap. I'm going to do the same," she replied, and began to undress. She wasn't wearing panties or a bra. I noticed that she had hickeys on her neck, breasts, and ass. She reeked of sweat and sex.

"Um, so how did it go at Desiré's?"

"It was amazing," she sighed while she wrapped her torso in a towel. She walked over to me and gave me a quick peck on the forehead. "I'll tell you more later. I'm too tired to talk right now. Let me shower and sleep first. Then I'll give you all the dirty details." With that, she walked out the door toward the bathroom.

I texted Chris, but he didn't answer. He was probably in the shower or sleeping already. It made me feel anxious. I decided to go to the library to study so Alexis could have a dark and quiet room to sleep in. I finally saw all three of them in the dining hall at dinner, but since there were other people around, we just sat there awkwardly, making small talk. At least they appeared clean and refreshed rather than messy and used. That would have made seeing them harder for me.

After dinner, we all went back to our room. Alexis and Ty sat on the edge of her bed. I sat on mine. Chris stood, looking unsure of where to sit.

"So?" I said loudly, with a bit more of an edge to my voice than I wanted. There was silence. "Is anyone going to talk to me about last night?"

"Of course," responded Alexis. "I told you I would fill you in after I recovered."

"Was it

that

strenuous? You needed recovery time?"

She hesitated and looked at Ty and Chris. "Well, yeah, actually."

"Shit." I wanted them to have a good time, but jealousy and not knowing what happened was getting the better of me.

"We didn't get much sleep," added Ty.

"Because you were fucking all night?"

"Well, yeah," he answered.

"Babe," began Chris, "that was the plan, right? You knew about this ahead of time." He could tell I was battling ugly feelings. He sat next to me. "I thought you wanted us to go with her."

"I

did

want you to go with her. Of course I knew about it. And I wanted you to... I don't know... experience it, I guess. I'm sorry. I'm just feeling left out. And I know I don't have a right to feel that way, especially because I went with Lance and Yasmín. But... I don't know, I guess I feel jealous and left behind because I want to be with you..." My eyes welled up with tears.

Chris sat next to me, put his arm around my shoulder, and squeezed me. "I'm here with you now."

"I know. Thanks, babe." I sniffed.

"Do you actually want to hear the details?" asked Alexis tentatively. "We don't have to tell you."

"I guess I don't really want to hear everything. Just tell me the gist of how it went. If I want to hear more, I'll ask."

"Well, when we got there, she poured drinks, because that's what bartenders do. Then, we went to the balcony. I didn't realize that she lived so close to Rendezvous and From Famine to Feast!"

"I know. That surprised me too. Pretty convenient, huh?"

"Yeah, she's right in the middle of the action."

"So to speak," joked Ty. They laughed and I shook my head at his corny word play. Ty being Ty helped break the ice. It felt like we might be heading back to our normal interactions.

"She waved at the neighbors across the street," said Chris.

"Oh, the tall guy and the short girl with the nice tits?" I asked.

"Yeah, how did you know? Did..."

"Let's just say that I've waved to them from the balcony too. I think I know where this part of the story is going." We all laughed—even me—and they razzed me for my hypocrisy. I was starting to feel better now that we were finally talking. It was way more comfortable to hear them tell the story than to not know what had happened.

"Well, Desiré kind of orchestrated the whole evening, just like Lance does," continued Chris.

"Yeah, it was hot," picked up Alexis. "She had the guys stand at the rail out in the open while we undressed them from behind. We jacked off the boys while the neighbors watched. But we only edged them. We didn't want them to finish too soon."

"I just about erupted over the balcony on the poor pedestrians below!" exclaimed Ty.

"Then," added Chris, "she brought us to the bedroom where she told Ty and I to rail them from behind with their boobs pressed into the glass windows."

"The neighbors watched that too!" Alexis jumped in. "And then they joined in! They did the same thing we were doing and we watched each other get fucked. It was so hot."

"We basically spent all night sucking and fucking in just about every position she could think of," summed up Ty.

"What was your favorite position?" I asked.

Chris answered first. "I liked when we were standing up. The girls were face-to-face. We were behind them, fucking them. The girls were hugging, with their boobs rubbing into each other. They hung their heads over each other's shoulders, and we made out with the girl that the other guy was fucking. I never would have thought of that! That was amazing!" The others nodded in agreement while I tried to picture how that worked. It seemed like it would be a bit awkward to make out while getting pounded from behind, but it did sound pretty hot.

"I liked when the girls were in doggy, facing each other," said Ty. "They made out while Chris and I hit it from behind. I was doing Desiré while Chris was doing Alexis. Alexis had her eyes closed for most of it, but at one point, she opened her eyes and looked straight into my eyes. Then, her eyes rolled back in her head and she uttered this strained groan until she came hard. That sent me over the edge and I erupted inside Desiré. Fuck that was intense."

I watched them all reminisce silently while I imagined how erotic that must have been. "What about you, Alexis?"

"Well, I liked both of those moments, for sure. Those were fucking amazing. But I think my favorite was when Desiré brought me over to the window and had me stand with my hands on the glass and my feet spread wide. She bent me over and had me stick my butt out. Then she ate me out like she was starving. The couple across the street did the same thing. Both the neighbor girl and I came at about the same time. Desiré is insanely good at knowing how to please a woman. Plus, it was hot to both watch and be watched while being brought to an earth-shattering orgasm."

"Shit, that does sound amazing, I have to admit." I imagined it. "Wait, what were you two boys doing while the girls were occupied with each other? Oh my god, were you guys getting it on?!" I clapped my hands in eager anticipation.

"Unfortunately, no," answered Alexis. "I would have loved to watch that! Disappointingly, they were both spent by that time. They were just lying on the bed with flaccid little dicks watching us girls go at it by the window."

"Oh no! That is so sad! I wanted to hear about how the guys made out and jerked each other off." I was disappointed.

"Hey!" defended Ty, "we had each already ejaculated three times by that point."

"Boys..." lamented Alexis, shaking her head. "I had already cum like six times, and I was getting my clit licked to a seventh while you two just watched with soft, shriveled cocks. Pathetic."

"If watching the girls go at each other didn't get you hard, then you must have been completely spent," I said. "Still, you could have at least kissed a little bit, like you did at the movies."

"Oh, that was hot! I want to see that again too!" agreed Alexis. There was a pause. She looked at me. "Do you feel better now, babe?"

"Yes, I do." I turned to Chris. "I don't mind you having sex with other people, but I do want to know about it. I realized that not knowing is harder for me than hearing about it. I want you to have a good time. I just want you to come back to me. And I want you to be honest with me. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah," he answered. "That works for me. And I think I want the same thing. Speaking of which, what exactly did you do last night while we were with Desiré?"

"Yeah, shouted Alexis. "What about

you

?"

"Yeah," Ty chimed in. "I'm sure that Lance and Yasmín didn't send you home early to play with your vibrator by yourself!"

"No, they didn't. They took care of me alright."

"What happened?" Alexis asked.

"Well, I sucked Lance in the parking garage, then he fucked me from behind while I ate out Yasmín as she sat in the trunk of his car."

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Chris. "In the parking garage? Did people see you?"

"Yeah, they did. But I wasn't aware of that until afterward when Lance told me. My head was buried in Yasmín's pussy and my ears were muffled by her thighs so I couldn't see or hear anything besides Yasmín."

Just then, my phone pinged and I looked at it. "Oh my god," I laughed.

"What?" asked Ty.

"Camera Man," I answered. Immediately, Ty and Alexis stood up and came over to where I sat.

"Let's see!" said Ty eagerly.

I opened the image. It was me, kneeling in the meadow. My face was smelling the delicate wildflower with my ass up in the air. My sundress was riding up very high on my butt and my panties were on full display, with an obvious wet spot in the middle. I blushed.

"Damn, that's hot," murmured Chris, almost involuntarily.

"I'd tap that," agreed Ty.

"You already have, my dear," Alexis reminded him. "Haven't you had enough pussy lately?"

"You can never have enough pussy!" laughed Ty.

"That's not what I heard!" I objected. "I heard from a reliable source that last night you two boys couldn't even get it up while watching the girls get it on!" We all laughed. When the laughter subsided, I turned to Chris. "Do you want me to send this to you, like I said I would?" He nodded.

"Yeah, you can add it to your spank bank!" teased Alexis. "But you won't be able to jerk off to it because you already got too much pussy!"

--..—

That night, while studying in the common room, our phones all pinged at the same time. Lance had messaged the group chat. He had added Desiré to it. It said, "Congrats! Desiré recommends all of you for membership. I will pick you up tonight at 8:00. Wear your finest - both overwear and underwear."

We looked at each other. "I don't know if I'm more excited or nervous," pondered Alexis.

"I'm so curious to find out what this club is all about," said Chris.

"We all know what it is about," I chided. "Lance, Yasmín, and Desiré all being members and wanting us to join them makes it pretty obvious what it is all about. It's a sex club! It is about hard cocks and wet pussies."

"Of course, but it is one thing to know that abstractly; it is entirely different to know that from personal experience," said Chris. "I get that it is some kind of sex club, but I'm also nervous about what it will actually be like to be inside it."

"Oh, you'll be inside it alright," joked Ty.

"I guess we'll find out soon," ruminated Alexis.

The boys went back to their rooms and Alexis and I returned to our room. We got cleaned up, made up, and dressed up. Then we met the boys out front and got picked up. The lads looked quite handsome in their suits. Once we were all in Lance's car, I asked, "Where are Yasmín and Desiré?"

Lance answered, "Oh, they are not coming tonight. In fact, I won't be joining you either. I'm just taking you to the club. I'll wait in the club's bar until you are done. Then, I'll bring you home. You will only interact with the Membership Committee tonight. They will interview you separately. When they are done, they will release you back to me."

"Oh. I see. I was hoping that you would be there for support," lamented Alexis.

"You'll be fine. I am certain that I have prepared you well," said Lance with confidence.

"How long will it take?" asked Ty.

"Oh, about an hour or two. Maybe a bit shorter for the boys and longer for the girls." Lance's answer struck us all as cryptic, though his smile revealed a hint about what he meant.

"Well, can you give us any advice?" asked Chris.

"Answer their questions honestly and act authentically. Be open to enjoying yourselves." he replied simply. "We're here," he said suddenly.

It was a large, nondescript three-story building in the warehouse district, not too far from Lance's loft. It took up an entire block. The whole structure was painted matte black. There was a large steel double-door in front, with a bright red X painted on each door. Other than that, there was no indication of anything - no marquee, no windows on the ground floor, no sign of life. We all got out and walked up to the door, which didn't have any handles. There was a small red button and an intercom. Lance pushed the button and it buzzed.

"Yes?" asked a voice.

"Yes, please," answered Lance. There was a different buzz and the door opened. There stood a large man who looked like a professional lineman on the city's football team. He was obviously a bouncer. He recognized Lance and nodded. He welcomed him, and stepped to the side. Lance entered and we followed him into the foyer.

Behind the security guard was a beautifully curvaceous middle-aged woman in a form-fitting red dress. With her strawberry blond hair cascading over her shoulders, and deep cleavage, she looked a bit like Jessica Rabbit. "Hello, handsome," she cooed and gave Lance her hand. He took it and kissed it. "These must be the applicants you are recommending?"

"Hello, gorgeous. I'd like you to meet the candidates: Layla, Chris, Alexis, and Ty. And this, my friends, is Vixen."

"My stage name," she explained. She must have noticed my surprised look when her name was mentioned. "Lance does enjoy my performances. Well, you certainly are a good-looking bunch! Such fresh faces! I'm sure the Membership Committee will find you to be attractive candidates. I'll bring you straight to them. Follow me." She started walking down a hallway. "Lance, honey," she called over her shoulder. "I'll join you in the bar while they are otherwise occupied."

We waved goodbye to Lance. He smiled and nodded. We followed Vixen until she stopped in front of a door at the end of the hallway. A small sign in red letters said "Boardroom". She rapped her knuckles three times on the door. It opened. "The candidates, sir."

"Good girl, Vixen. Thank you for bringing them to us," intoned a distinguished older man with graying temples. He was wearing a black suit and a tie. I was immediately grateful that we had dressed up. "You may go now. We'll summon you when we have finished."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." With that, she spun on her heels, smiled at us, and said, "I know you'll enjoy yourselves." Then she walked back down the hallway, with her ass twitching in the tight dress. I noticed the boys watching her strut away.

"Come in. You may sit on that side." He gestured at a large oval table surrounded by high-backed office chairs. On one side sat eight older adults, four men and four women. All were dressed formally, the men in dinner jackets and the women in tight dresses. Like us, they were racially mixed. All appeared to be over forty, and most were probably in their mid-fifties. We weren't quite as formal, but I thought we did a pretty good job for college students. I felt very self-conscious of the age differences. We sat down in silence, and then the man who greeted us at the door introduced the committee members.

"Welcome. My name is Phil Tucker, and I currently serve as the Chairman of Club X. As Chairman, it is my duty to explain to you the history and nature of this club. Then Sylvia, our Vice-Chair, is going to explain the rules about our vices." He winked. "We will answer questions at that point. Then, a pair of committee members will take you separately to different rooms to interview and audition you. When you finish, your interviewers will summon Vixen to take you to the club's bar where Lance will be waiting for you. Then, the full committee will meet to discuss the results and make our decisions. You will be informed of the decision before you leave. Now, shall we proceed?" We nodded.

The Chairman explained that the club was formed back in the 1970's when it emerged from an informal group of swingers who had met as members of a ritzy golf and tennis club in the city. After taking turns hosting lifestyle parties at their homes, they decided to pool their funds to buy the current building. They renovated it as a club to host their activities. They hired staff to run it and created a formal structure to govern it. While many of the founders had since moved on or passed away, there are still a few of the old guard who occasionally attend special events. He added that they were properly feted and appropriately appreciated when they showed up. The members smiled at that last comment.

Then, Sylvia explained the rules. While there were many details, the gist was that information about the existence of the club, its members and staff, and the activities are all strictly confidential. Anything that transpires at the club between members must be based on consent. Membership dues must be paid, but scholarships are available, if needed, but applicants must find a willing sponsor to cover their dues. Violations of the rules would be reviewed by the membership committee and could be considered grounds for immediate termination of membership, and, potentially, legal action by the club against the transgressor.

When she was finished, the Chairman asked us if we had any questions.

"Um, sir," asked Chris with his hand raised as if he was in class. "I think we're all going to need scholarships. We're all just about to graduate from college and we're still trying to figure out where we're going to live next month and how to get jobs that allow us to afford to stay in this city after we move out of the dorms. Until we get jobs, we probably won't be able to pay dues. So how does that work?"

"First, you must let the Committee decide whether or not you may become members. If you are permitted to join, then I'm sure that all of that can be taken care of to everyone's satisfaction."

"That's great news, sir, about the scholarships. But we'll still need to find jobs and housing."

"I understood what you meant," he said dismissively. "What I said still applies. Now, let's have you sign the non-disclosure agreements and get started on the interviews and auditions." With that, Sylvia handed us each a legal document to sign that basically swore us to secrecy. We signed without reading the entire document closely, trusting that it was legitimate.

We were each assigned to a couple who led us out the door and to different rooms off the main hallway. I'm not sure if they planned it this way, but they seemed to deliberately mix the couples and candidates by race. Ty, who is Black, was assigned a white couple. Alexis, who is Philipina, was assigned a Latino couple. Chris, who is Chinese, was assigned a Black couple. I, who am White, was the only one who was assigned a couple of my own race. I gave a last look to Chris as he ushered into his room by his couple while the Chairman and his wife showed me into another room.

The room consisted of two couches, a bed, and a wooden chair. There was also a short dresser with three drawers. There were large black and white photographs on the walls featuring artistic nudes. It made me think of Camera Man, which made me smile despite my anxiety. The couple sat on one couch and motioned to me to sit opposite them. He was quite tall and well-built. She was on the short side and slightly rounded. Both looked like they were in their fifties. They were both dressed formally and were still quite attractive.