From Famine to Feast:

Chapter 29: Happy Anniversary, Stranger

Lance invited me, Chris, Alexis, and Ty to meet Yasmín and him at Rendezvous for drinks. Chris couldn't make it because he had to work at the hotel, and Ty couldn't make it either because he had plans to watch some big game with his buddies. But Alexis and I decided a night out would be fun despite their absences. When we walked in, Desiré spotted us and hurried over to give us each a big hug.

"It's so nice to see you two! Lance told me you'd be coming—and no, that's not a double entendre, although you can never rule that out with him. Anyway, he's over that way, waiting for you with Yasmín. I'll bring you some drinks in a minute." We thanked her and wandered over to find them. They greeted us, and we sat down to join them.

"Tell me what's wrong," demanded Lance immediately.

"What?" I asked, surprised by the blunt way he had initiated the conversation.

"Your face betrays you, my dear. You appear conflicted. Tell me what's troubling you." His domineering style can be a turn on in some situations, but it can also be off-putting when he insists on difficult conversations without warning. This was not sexy Lance; this was bossy Lance. It was slightly annoying, but I had to admit that he was also insightful.

"Well, to be honest, I was just telling Alexis that I'm a little concerned about me and Chris," I confessed. Yasmín held my hand to comfort me and made an exaggerated pouty face.

"I was under the impression that domestic bliss suited you two very well."

"Living together is going fine. We're not fighting or anything like that. It's just that I worry that he's feeling jealous of my affairs."

"Say more."

"Well, you know, this whole lifestyle, for lack of a better term, that you have exposed us to and included us in is still kind of new and different to us. And we aren't exactly experts at navigating all the challenges." I paused as Desiré delivered our drinks with a flirty smile. As she rushed off, I continued. "I've discovered that I really like it. It's fun, exciting, and it sure feels good." Alexis and Yasmín giggled and nodded agreement. "And most of the time I think Chris likes it too, but sometimes it seems like he wants me to be with him more and be with others less. And then I start to think that maybe he's right and maybe I should be paying more attention to him. I love him—a lot. In fact, our first anniversary is coming up and I want it to be really special. I don't want to ruin it because he's sad and I'm worried. I don't want to lose him because I'm not a good girlfriend to him."

"Why can't you do both?" He held up two hands, indicating the two options.

"Both of what?"

"There is nothing to prevent you from enjoying the company of others and attending to the needs of your boyfriend adequately. You simply need to be more conscious and deliberate about understanding each other's needs. Fuck and be fucked simultaneously."

"How do I do that?"

"When is your anniversary?"

"Saturday."

"Do you have plans?"

"Yes, but unfortunately our plans aren't very romantic. He's taking me to lunch at From Famine To Feast."

"He's taking you to your former

workplace

for

lunch

?!" blurted Yasmín. "Ugh!" she groaned. "Why

there

? Why not dinner somewhere fancy?"

"He thought I'd enjoy seeing my former co-workers. And I would. I liked working there before I took the job at Phil's law firm, and I miss them. That part will be nice."

"But collegial reunions aren't exactly romantic," interjected Alexis, pointing out what was obvious to everyone, but, it seems, my clueless boyfriend.

"Believe me, I know, but I couldn't exactly turn him down." I shrugged.

"Okay, but why lunch? Why not dinner?" Yasmín repeated, perplexed.

"He has to work that night. All the other managers at the hotel are away at a conference. He isn't available to take me for dinner." I sighed. "I can tell he feels guilty about it. That's why his plans aren't a surprise. He told me ahead of time because he didn't want me to get my hopes up for a nice dinner someplace fancy, only for me to be disappointed by lunch at work."

"But you are disappointed," validated Alexis.

"I have a different plan," said Lance. We looked up, hopeful but doubtful.

"

You

have a plan? For

my

anniversary? What kind of plan would that be? I'm sorry, but I can't go out with you on my anniversary with Chris even if he is at work. Not if he's already feeling jealous of me being with others. That would just make everything worse."

"No, that's not my plan. My plan is to use others for you to be with him on your anniversary."

"How? He has to work."

"Allow him to take you to lunch. Have a good time catching up with your former colleagues. Enjoy it. Afterward, thank him, give him a big kiss, and send him off to work with your best wishes."

"Um, that's already the plan. What's different about..." He cut me off.

"Then, we (you know, the others that he's apparently feeling jealous of) will sneak into the bar at his hotel."

"How can you sneak in? He can see who's at the bar from the front desk. He'll spot you even if it is crowded."

"No, he won't. We'll wear disguises. The girls will each flirt with him, one at a time, as they enter the hotel. That way, he'll feel desired by others. That's important. We don't want him to dwell on you being the only one who gets hit on and has affairs. At the same time, he'll also start to feel desirous. That's also important. We want him to get in the mood."

"Okay, so some girls flirt with him and he gets turned on. I don't see where this is..." He cut me off again.

"While all this is happening, you, in disguise as a 'lady of the evening', sit within his view, but far enough away that he only notices you, but doesn't recognize you. You flash him but never approach him. He's working, so he can't do anything about it. You build tension with him. Make him sweat a little. Draw him to you."

"You want me to harass him at work dressed as a hooker?"

He ignored my question. "When you are confident that you have his attention, you go around the room and pretend to solicit all of us guys. Each of us will decline your services, one by one."

"Apparently, you're not a very good hooker," laughed Alexis.

I slapped her arm and frowned. "I would make a great hooker!" I realized that didn't sound as bragadocious as I intended it to.

"Eventually, you give up on soliciting tricks. Disappointed, you approach him and confess that you are a novice whore. Make a deal with him. If he allows you to solicit customers at his hotel, then you'll make it worth his while."

"What makes you think he'll agree to that?"

"Are you telling me that you don't think you can seduce your own boyfriend?

Make him

agree to the deal. When he does, get him to take you upstairs to a room and make him glad that he agreed to the deal.

That

is your new anniversary plan." There was silence as we contemplated it.

"You know," pondered Yasmín, "it's odd, but it's actually a pretty good plan. I like it."

"Layla, you should do it. I'll help you do it," agreed Alexis.

"I'd be happy to flirt with Chris and help get him in the mood," added Yasmín. "But what about us? Layla and Chris get turned on and go upstairs for fun, and we just hang out by ourselves in the lobby all night? That part of the plan needs some revision."

"Of course not. We won't just wait for them like taxi drivers. I'll reserve a room for the rest of us to share for the night," said Lance, smiling.

"But how will we disguise ourselves?" I protested. "He'll recognize us."

Lance took out his credit card and handed it to Yasmín. "Yasmín will take you shopping at a stripper boutique that she likes." Just then, Desiré arrived with another round of drinks. She overheard Lance's last comment.

"Oh,

that

boutique? Love Potion #9? I love that place! Can I come too?

"Of course!" answered Yasmín gleefully. "Lance is buying!" She waved the card back and forth. "We're getting slutty outfits, wigs, and make up. We're going to flirt with Chris at his hotel and then go upstairs for an orgy. You have to come!"

"It sounds like we'll all come!" gushed Desiré. "Hey, I just saw Tina over by the bar. Can we invite her too?" She looked at Lance for permission. He nodded. "Which guys will be there? Just Lance and Chris?"

"Chris won't join us. He'll be busy with just Layla, celebrating their anniversary."

"Your anniversary? Aww. How sweet!" She smiled.

"I'll bring Ty," offered Alexis.

"I'll arrange for Phil and Olive and Randy and Vixen too," said Lance. "We'll

all

celebrate Layla and Chris' anniversary."

"Thanks, you guys. I appreciate your help. And the more I think about it, the crazier it sounds, but also the more I want to try it."

--..--

The shopping trip was fun. I had never been in a sex shop before. Yasmín and Desiré knew their way around, having been there several times. Olive wasn't fazed, saying that she had ordered similar items online. Alexis, Tina and I, on the other hand, were a bit shocked and flustered by the abundance of toys, costumes, and explicit videos on offer. I was also surprised to notice the other customers. There was an equal balance of men and women, some on their own, but also many couples. The women who worked there were cheerful and friendly, offering to explain how to use blatantly sexual objects with the comfort of a clerk at a general store hawking gadgets and sundries. The atmosphere was both charged with erotic tension and oddly plain, as everyone unintentionally attempted to normalize preparing for freaky sex while in public among strangers.

We all picked risqué outfits and wigs to try on. "The dressing rooms are in the back. Follow me," trilled Yasmín, our arms full of merchandise. There was a hallway with more than enough dressing rooms for all of us to change at once. There were a couple of men who seemed to be waiting for dressing rooms, which was odd because they all seemed to be unoccupied.

I looked at the man closest to me. "Do you mind if I use this one or were you waiting for it?"

"Go ahead; I'll use the one next to yours." He smiled. I smiled back. I walked in and hung my items on the hook.

"Have a

glorious

time," Yasmín sang as I closed the door behind me. I stripped off my clothes, and as I set them on the bench I noticed a hole in the wall. I wondered what it was and bent down to look into it. Just as I leaned in, a penis pushed through from the other side!

Oh my god! It is a glory hole!

I had heard about glory holes, but I had never seen one before and wasn't sure that they even existed in real life. Apparently, they did exist and this adult store was one of the places to find one.

I realized that I had been stunned by this revelation and that the poor man next door had poked his dick through the hole a while ago, waiting patiently for me to do something. He must have been wondering what was going on on my side of the wall. I shrugged my shoulders and decided that I couldn't leave the limp guy hanging there all alone. I reached out and held it in my hand. Though flaccid, it twitched when I touched it. I wrapped my fingers around it and gave it a few tentative tugs. It began to grow, elongating and thickening the more I played with it.

I had never had anonymous sex before. I didn't know Lance and Yasmín well when we first got together, but this was very different. We had exchanged a single sentence with each other and I only glanced at him for a few seconds. And yet here he was presumptively shoving his cock through a literal hole in the wall. And here I was, accepting his impersonal offer. I looked back at his dick in my hand. It had grown fully erect as I jacked him off. It was ruddy, thick, and veiny. I hadn't realized it as I was ruminating, but it was sexy as hell and it was turning me on. I pumped faster as my enthusiasm built.

I decided that John Doe wasn't going to be the only one to get something out of this experience. I'd give his anonymous dick a good time, but I wanted to get off too. I had already removed my clothes to change, but now it was time to take off my underwear too. I let go of him for a moment and removed by bra and stripped off my panties. He wagged his penis back and forth as if to say, 'Come back, I want more!' I was happy to oblige. I squatted in front of the hole and wrapped my fist around his hard cock. I reached between my legs and started stroking my lips gently up and down.

His cock twitched again and a dollop of pre-cum seeped out of his tiny hole.

Umm.

I decided I wanted more. As I began to rub my clit, I opened my mouth and licked him from base to tip. I heard a muffled groan from the other side of the wall. I liked hearing how much I was pleasing him. It made me gush a little. I used the moisture to lubricate my clit even more. I decided it was time for a real blow job. I opened my mouth wide and slowly sank down the length of his cock until my forehead pressed against the wall. He wasn't long, but he filled my mouth with his girth. I bobbed my head up and down, saliva dripping from down my hand that held the base of his erection.

I wanted more. I stood up and turned around, without letting go of him. I bent over and backed into the wall. I used my hand to rub his shiny head up and down my slit. Between my saliva and my secretions, we were wet enough for me to take him, but I wanted to tease him more. I slid up and down his shaft several times. Then I placed him at my entrance and ever-so-slowly leaned back into the wall. My pussy enveloped his hard cock millimeter by millimeter until he filled my cavity. It was tortuous for me and I knew what my plan was. It must have been agonizing for him.

Once he was in, I stayed still for a moment, making him wonder again what I was up to. Then, I began to east off him and then push back. He began to thrust also. Soon we had a nice rhythm and I was breathing hard. I returned to playing with my clit and squeezed my nipples with my other hand. I didn't know who this dick belonged to, but our genitals connected. We each were getting what we wanted from each other. He got my wet pussy and I got his hard dick, and we were each building toward an orgasm.

Shit!

We were each building toward an orgasm! I didn't want this stranger to cum inside me. I quickly stepped forward and he slipped out of me. I got back down on my knees and started wanking him in front of me. I kept playing with my clit as I neared my climax. Suddenly, his cock jerked and spurted rope after rope of warm cum all over my tits. That did it for me. My pussy spasmed and I came. I screamed, probably loud enough for him to hear. I patted my pussy, making wet smacking sounds as the waves rolled through my entire body.

I held on to his dick as it slowly softened and shrank. His cum continued to dribble out over my fingers, mirroring the liquid that dripped out of my slit over my other hand. Eventually, he pulled back and I let go, watching his anonymous dick disappear through the hole.

I stood up and exhaled. I didn't have anything to clean up with so I used my panties to wipe his cum off my boobs. Then I tried on the slutty outfit I had picked out. I looked in the mirror at my whorish attire and my flushed face.

How appropriate!

I opened the door. The other girls were waiting for me. They were all dressed in their own clothing.

"What took you so long?" asked Desiré.

"I think I know," answered Yasmín, and pointed toward the door as a man exited. "She got one of the rooms with a glory hole." I hid my face in my hands.

Yazmín looked at Olive and raised her finger to make a point. "And that, Olive, is why you should never buy your sex toys online."

--..—

It was enjoyable to sit down to a nice lunch with Chris at From Famine to Feast. It was also great to see my old colleagues. Luckily, they had some slow moments so we could chat while they worked. I ordered my favorite crème brulé for dessert, but somehow the consumption of the delight wasn't nearly as charged as it was the last time I ate it with Lance and Yasmín.

Too soon, our special celebratory lunch was over. Chris dropped me off at our apartment on his way to work at the hotel. I thanked him for a nice time and promised him that we'd get a chance to celebrate properly soon. He just didn't realize how soon! The moment the door closed, I yelled at Alexis to start getting ready for our adventure. It was time to put Lance's plan into action.

--..—

The doorman to the hotel held the large glass door open for me as I strutted into the lobby wearing an overcoat with a skimpy dress underneath. In a showy manner, I gave my coat to the concierge and then gave my body to the pairs of eyes that followed my every exaggerated movement. I slowly made the rounds, surveying the situation, until I found the perfect spot to stalk my prey—a high-backed chair directly facing the front desk.

Chris was there behind the front desk, but he was too distracted to notice me in my wig, glasses, heavy make-up, and meretricious outfit. I just sat watching him, waiting for an opportunity to begin. One by one, Yasmín, Desiré, Olive, Tina, and Alexis all entered the lobby dressed to seduce. All were clad in the slutty outfits that we had purchased with Lance's credit card. And each was nearly unrecognizable in a wig and clothing that distracted the observer by redirecting their attention away from their faces and towards their other body parts. They all turned heads.

Each of them, in their turn, went straight to the front desk, and flirted blatantly with Chris, even when the other young woman was working right next to him, rolling her eyes at them. When they had his complete attention and he seemed receptive, they left him hanging and strode off to the hotel bar. Between each siren's visit, I would do my best to capture his attention. Each time he looked at me, I would part my legs and flash him with a seductive smile. I caught him looking more and more frequently, but when he would eventually look up at my eyes, I would cover my mouth with my hand in mock shock, and then cross my legs. It became a game that we each knew the other was playing.

After the last of the girls had sat down, the guys started showing up. They were also in disguise, but they were less scantily clad. Rather, they dressed as handsome businessmen, but businessmen who were away from home and ready for some off-the-clock fun. They ordered drinks and sat by themselves scattered throughout the bar.

When everyone was in place, that was my signal. I got Chris to look at me and I spread my legs wide, so that my skirt rode up, revealing my panties for his viewing pleasure. When his co-worker followed his gaze and looked at me, I quickly closed my legs and stood up. Knowing that I had his full attention, I walked up to Randy and pretended to proposition him. I batted my eyelashes at him, traced my hand along his chest, and gave him a spin to look at my ass in my tight, little dress. I asked him if he was looking for some female company, but he shook his head.

I glanced at Chris. He was still watching me. I gave him a pouty face, pretending to be disappointed. Then I left Randy behind and sauntered up to Lance. I sat down next to him at the bar and tapped him on the shoulder. I ran my hand through his hair and chatted him up. I leaned over so he could look down my cleavage and crossed my legs so my dress rode up high on my thighs. Lance also shook his head no.

I looked in the mirror behind the bar to check on Chris. He was still paying attention. I shrugged my shoulders at Lance and stood up. I pretended to adjust my bra, jiggling my boobs with my hands, in order to ensure Chris' continued attention. Then, I went to Ty.