"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.
