From Famine to Feast:

Chapter 28: X Marks the Spot

When I returned to our apartment after my "interview" at work, Chris, Alexis, and Ty were sitting in the living room, chatting. Upon opening the door, they turned their heads to look at me with expectant eyes.

"Well... how did your meeting with the boss go?" asked Chris with a knowing grin on his face.

Alexis jumped up, ran over to me as I closed the door, and clasped my hands in hers. "Tell me everything! I've been dying to know. Was he receptive?"

"More like, were

you

receptive?" Ty poked his index finger of one hand into a hole in his fist, indicating penetration. I grinned sheepishly and rolled my eyes. "You know, was your body receptive to his body?"

Alexis shook her head at him. "If you have to explain your joke, then it isn't funny."

"But was it?" Ty persisted.

"Ignore him," said Alexis. "Come sit down and tell us what happened." I began to unbutton my coat. "Did he like your outfit?" I pulled off my coat to hang it up on the hook by the door.

"

I

sure like her outfit!" enthused Chris. "You look hot!"

I looked down. I had forgotten that I was wearing just panties and a bra underneath. I quickly tried to escape the impending roast. "I'll tell you all the whole story in a minute. First, I need to take a shower."

"Oooh! I know what that means!" teased Alexis. "What's the matter, Layla? Do your panties feel a little sticky in the crotch?"

I gave them a guilty smile. "Maybe. Give me a minute. I'll be right back." I walked to the bathroom, leaving behind a cacophony of enthusiastic teasing.

--..—

When I was all cleaned up, I put on some comfy sweats, plopped down on the couch, and snuggled up to Chris. "Hi, babe." I gave him a kiss on the cheek, and held his bicep with my arms.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Talk!" demanded Alexis. "You already made us wait forever with your long shower."

I told them how nervous I was all day. I related how I had entered the conference room expecting both a serious conversation with my boss, but also, perhaps, a sexual encounter with Phil, only to be surprised by a second man in the conference room. They didn't see that plot twist coming either. I didn't provide too many details about the ensuing sex in order to spare Chris any feelings of jealousy that might arise. There was a moment of silence when I finished my story.

"So, you're going to law school in the fall?" asked Chris. I nodded. "Where is it?"

"It's here. Same city. I won't be moving, if that's what you're worried about."

"And you'll be providing sexual favors for the dean every day?"

"What? No, babe." I gave him a tight hug. "I imagine that we'll hook up every once in a while, but I'm not leaving you for him. Is that what you're imagining?"

"You've just been getting a lot of action with a lot of people lately. I just wanted to know what your plans were." Alexis hit Ty on the arm, signaling him that it was time for them to go to their room to give us some privacy to talk.

When their door closed, I turned to Chris to look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry if you've been feeling neglected. You're right that I've been with a lot of other people lately. You were present for about half of those encounters, so you know what happened. And I've been very honest and forthcoming about telling you what happened when you weren't present. I was under the impression that you were okay with all of that. Have you changed your mind?"

"No, it's not that. I'm still okay with you sleeping with other people."

"And you've been getting some pussy on the side too, mister."

"I know. I know. I just want you to remember to meet my needs too."

I kissed him on the lips. "I haven't forgotten you, babe, I swear. I promise to pay more attention to you in the future. In fact, if you're feeling needy right now, I'll be happy to show you some extra attention immediately." I made eyes at him, coaxing a smile out of his serious countenance. I stood up in front of him, raised my eyebrows, spun on my heels, and began to exaggeratedly saunter toward our room. I glanced back over my shoulder, and said coquettishly, "If you'd like to see what I'm wearing—or not wearing—under these sweats, you'll find me waiting in our bed."

"I heard that!" yelled Ty from their room.

Alexis yelled back, "Why are you listening to

her

invitation when I'm lying right here underneath you?!" We all laughed as Chris closed the door behind him.

--..—

The next morning, I made breakfast for everyone. Though our hair was messed up and our clothes were rumpled, we were all in a good mood, having woken up with the double-sated feeling of being both sexually satisfied and well-rested. That sense of calm was interrupted by all of our phones pinging at once. It was, of course, Lance.

"Be at Club X 8:00 Saturday. Dress to impress. I have plans for you." That set off a firestorm of speculation as we ate breakfast, but we just had to live with the excitement of anticipation until the weekend arrived.

--..—

When we entered the club, there were already a fair number of people milling about. We got drinks at the bar and then found a booth to observe the scene, since it was our first visit after our initiation. Most of the men were wearing semi-formal outfits of dinner jackets with their collars open. Some were wearing Hawaiian shirts with pineapple-themed prints. A few sported leather gear, and some were already stripped down to various styles of underwear. Most of the women pretty much arrived in their underwear. There were a lot of tight, short cocktail dresses, but there were also a lot of bras, camisoles, corsets, stockings, and the like. It was actually a lot of fun to see everyone so openly provocative and comfortable in their sexuality. No one was trying to hide the purpose of their presence. We were perhaps a little underdressed, due mainly to our limited post-graduation budgets, but, as Alexis pointed out, what we lacked in the fashion department, our obviously youthful bodies made up for in the attractiveness department.

Though we had arrived at 8:00, per Lance's instruction, there was no sign of him. We sipped our drinks and watched people flirt. Our voyeurism turned into a game where we tried to guess who would lead whom off to another room to play. We all agreed that the success rate was significantly higher at this club than it was at any other bar or club that we had ever been to. After all, pretty much everyone came with the specific intention of getting laid. No one tried to pretend otherwise, and no one's wingman tried to prevent them from being taken advantage of.

As we waited, we wondered what had happened with Lance, but at 8:30 on the dot, Yasmín strutted up to our table, wearing very high cut leather shorts, a lacy black bustier, and 4-inch heels. She gave us a dramatic spin so that we all got a good look at her ass, which was more exposed than covered.

"You look amazing, as always," said Alexis.

"Thank you, my dear. You and Layla also look hot in those cock-tease—I mean cocktail—dresses." She winked at us flirtatiously as we giggled. "Don't they, boys?" They hastily murmured their agreement. "Lance asked me to come get you. He is waiting upstairs. Follow me." With that, she turned and started to strut away. The boys sat transfixed, mesmerized by the twitch of her ass, until we shoved them to get going.

At the door to the room at the end of the upstairs hallway, Yasmín stopped and turned to face us. "Lance calls this 'Sadie Hawkins Hour'."

"You mean where the girls ask the guys to dance?" asked Chris.

"Sort of. But it's the Club X version of Sadie Hawkins. Or, maybe it is the Lance version. I'm not sure. Either way, the ladies are in charge."

"I think I have an idea of what his version might be," said Chris, "but can you explain more before we go in?"

"Lance would like the guys to wear these." She held up two blindfolds that had been wrapped around her wrist and handed them to Chris and Ty. "The men are blindfolded and the women choose who they want to play with. The women may not talk. That way the men can't recognize them by their voices. Any questions?"

"Sadie Hawkins lasts one hour?" asked Ty.

"If you can last that long." She winked. "Now put those on. Lance does not like to be kept waiting." Chris and Ty donned their blindfolds. "You'll need to lead them in," she said to us. Alexis clasped Ty's hand, and I grabbed Chris'. Yasmín opened the door and motioned for us to enter. There were flat, vinyl cushions like beds along the walls. Otherwise, the room was devoid of furniture. A number of people were inside, standing roughly in a circle. All the people were paired in couples. The men wore blindfolds and the women stood next to them, holding their hands. Lance was in the center by himself. He was also blindfolded.

Yasmín announced our arrival. "Sir, I have brought the final participants as you requested."

"Ah, splendid! Please join us." We filled in the remaining gap in the circle. Yasmín stood by Lance's side in the center of the circle and took his hand. I recognized many of the people, though not everyone: Phil and Olive were there. Desiré was with a guy who I recognized from the interview committee. I was surprised to see that Vixen was with Randy Wilson, the dean of the law school. I gasped when I saw him. Phil had said that he was a member, but I didn't expect to see him again so soon after meeting him at the law office.

All the women were watching Lance. "Now that we are all here," he declared, "we are ready to begin. The game is called 'Sensibilities' because we are able to play with our senses. The rules to this little game are quite simple. The men may not see, and the women may not talk, but everyone is encouraged to listen, touch, and taste. All communication is through body language. The women may switch partners by tapping another woman on the shoulder, the way one might at a Sadie Hawkins dance. I'll inform you when the Sadie Hawkins hour is over. Tonight, I am not taking any questions. I will just leave you with a few reminders. Use your senses, make good use of the hour, and remember that the women are in charge tonight. Let us commence!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yasmín took the hand she was holding and placed it on her ass. Lance quickly squeezed her flesh aggressively. She grabbed both sides of his head and tilted it down toward her face and began to make out with him. His other hand grabbed her other butt cheek and he kneaded her ass vigorously as they kissed. All of the women watched, mesmerized, for a moment, until one by one we all realized that it would be more fun to imitate rather than spectate. We each turned to our partners and began to kiss them.

As I made out with Chris, I inserted my hands between our bodies and began to unbutton his dress shirt. I loved his broad, manly chest with its patch of hair in the middle, and his well-defined pectoral muscles. When I got down to his belt, I tugged his shirt out of his pants and finished unbuttoning it. I pushed it off his shoulders and he straightened his arms, allowing it to fall to the floor. "Umm," I hummed, careful not to talk as I appreciated his masculine form. I ran my hands up his arms, squeezing his biceps, and then caressed his chest and abs. When I reached his belt again, I moaned with delighted anticipation.

This was fun, being the initiator. I am not usually the one in control. I like to be dominated by a strong man, but in this setting, I enjoyed taking the lead, my poor man handicapped by his blindness, depending on me to make things happen. I unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the belt loops. I used it to playfully whip his ass, making him utter a small grunt in response to the surprise sting. I giggled at my devious use of power. Then, I dropped the belt and unzipped his pants. I pulled them down to his ankles only to get stuck on his shoes. I spent a moment untying them. Then, careful not to tell him what to do by talking aloud, I patted his leg to get him to balance on one foot while I removed his shoes and socks. I stood up slowly, appreciating his body as my eye level rose. What a sexy man I had at my command! His boxers revealed that he wasn't fully hard yet, but there was evidence of life emerging under the thin fabric covering his groin.

Just as I reached forward to slip my hand into his underwear, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I froze, surprised. I had become so engrossed in undressing my boyfriend that I had forgotten the game we were playing. I turned to see Olive with her hand on my shoulder and a smile on her face. She kissed me on the cheek and nodded at Phil, who was standing alone, also clad only in his briefs.

Though I was reluctant to leave Chris, I wasn't disappointed with my next option. I walked up to Phil, stood on my tippy toes, pulled down his head, and kissed him on the mouth. He returned the kiss enthusiastically, making out with me passionately. Unlike Chris, who passively let me strip him, Phil, despite being unable to see, was actively cooperative. His hands found the zipper on the back of my dress and unzipped it. He slid it off my shoulders and it fell to the floor, our lips never breaking contact. My heart began to beat faster and my breathing became deeper at the sudden shift in dynamics. His fingers found the clasp of my bra and he nimbly unhooked it. He slid the straps of my shoulders and it too fell to the floor, leaving my boobs exposed to anyone who was able to look. But none of the men could see me. They would have to use their sense of touch.

Phil was a man on a mission. His large fingers slid across my breasts, then burrowed under the elastic of my panties and slid down my hips, taking the panties with them as he felt his way down my legs to my feet. He stayed still while I stepped out of them, leaving me wearing only my heels. As he stood up, he caressed my legs gently. When he got to my butt, his large hands grasped my cheeks strongly and he picked me up off the ground, lifting me to his waist.

"Oh!" I gasped, being caught off-guard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. We both leaned into each other, and returned to making out. As we kissed, he lowered my body just a bit, until I felt pressure against my groin. He was erect. I could feel the fabric-covered head of his hard-on between my legs, pressing against my crotch. It turned me on and I kissed him with even more fervor, groaning into his mouth. Feeling his excitement made me want even more of his body. It made me want to uncover him and free his dick. I unhooked my legs from his waist and loosened my arms around his neck. He understood what I wanted. His hands under my ass lowered me to a standing position. I grabbed his underwear and lifted the front of the waistband up and over his erection and pulled them down to his ankles, where he stepped out of them. I love the sight of a hard cock. It looks so alive, so big, so ready. I was ready too. The sight of it had me beginning to salivate from above and below. I could feel the saliva pooling in my mouth and the moisture glistening between my legs. I felt a strong urge to suck that vibrant cock until it burst.

I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Damn it!

I thought.

I've been cock-blocked twice in a row.

I sighed, audibly frustrated.

Really? Now? Just as I was about to wrap my lips around that beautiful dick

? I turned. It was Desiré. She pointed at Phil's erection, then pointed at her own mouth, and stuck her finger in it, slurping noisily as she pulled it out. I shook my head at her in mild annoyance. As she crouched down in front of Phil, I turned around to see who was free. The board member, whose name I didn't remember, was standing alone with his penis pointing up and out, much like the one I was leaving behind, though it was noticeably shorter.

Perfect,

I thought.

That looks like a size I can deepthroat without choking on it

.

I strode over to him, squatted down on my heels, and without touching any other part of him, opened my mouth and slid my lips all the way down his dick until my nose pressed against his abdomen. It elicited a groan of surprise and pleasure. I slowly slid back off his cock entirely and then began to bob up and down, gradually picking up the pace. My surprise assault now out in the open, I grabbed his ass with both of my hands and pulled him into me. He got the message. He placed his hands on my head and began to thrust into my mouth as he pushed us into each other. His fist grabbed my hair and he pulled me off as he pulled out, and then slammed us into each other. He thrust vigorously, fucking my face with determined force. I was breathing hard and losing control. It was dizzying. Saliva drooled down my chin and dripped down his balls. Though he wasn't huge, his forceful face-fucking was causing me to make involuntary gagging noises. I was losing myself at that moment. To him, I was nothing but a hole, to be used for his pleasure. He couldn't see who I was, and I couldn't tell him. Our only interaction was for him to take his pleasure by fucking me as hard as he wanted.

I felt a hand on my shoulder pulling me back. The man's cock slipped out of my mouth. I opened my eyes and saw another hand removing his fist from my hair. It was Yasmín. I stood up. She mouthed,

My turn

and smiled. She got on her knees and placed his hand around her own pony tail. He understood and guided her head forward, her mouth open to receive his cock.

I caught my breath and turned around. Looking about, most of the women were sucking their man's cock. Olive had Ty eating her pussy, with her leg draped over his shoulder. Lance was bending Alexis over and was rubbing her pussy with his hand, getting it ready, I presumed, to fuck her from behind. I watched for a moment, recovering from the most intense blow job—or was it a face-fucking?—I had ever experienced. I was enjoying the sights when my eyes found a man standing alone, lazily stroking his own cock. It was Dean Wilson.

Aha

, I thought.

This time, I will surprise him.

I walked over to him and placed my hand on top of his, matching his strokes. He tried to pull his hand away to let me take over, but I held it in place, encouraging him to let us continue together. He did. Then, I took his other hand and placed it on top of mine. It took a minute for him to understand, but he got the hint. I moved my hand and he followed. I put my hand on my pussy, and began to finger myself with his fingers hitchhiking along for the ride. I slid our fingers up my moist slit and then down, exploring the slippery folds first on one side and then the other. I was very wet and soon both of our fingers were covered in my lubrication. Our hands quickly found a coordinated rhythm, feeling each other masturbating ourselves in synchronicity, as he continued to jerk himself and I kept fingering myself. Then his groans began to match my moans. Our senses were in harmony, his gravely groans a few octaves below my plaintive squeals. We both felt the tension building. I could feel my orgasm growing, and I could tell he was on the edge too. I plunged our fingers into my pussy and fucked myself harder with an ever-accelerating pace. I was vaguely aware that I wasn't supposed to use words, but incoherent sounds were forcing their way out of my mouth on their own accord. "Ah. Oh, Ungh. Ahh!" I felt his cock flex in our grasp and then it jerked. I looked down and saw his purple cock head spasm, spurting shots of cum up and out that landed on my tits. Globs and strands of gooey white jism splattered all over my chest, crossing my boobs in an x-shaped pattern, slowly dripping down my stomach. I moved our fingers to my clit and rubbed frantically. My pussy clenched and my body spasmed as I came hard. My legs clamped shut, trapping our hands in a vice grip as the waves washed over me.

Fuck

!