I count twenty people sitting around the long dining table, partaking in the nude-food-fest. The conversation shifts from a round robin of introductions to sexual preferences and fantasies at an alarming rate.
Sitting on my right is a good-looking gentleman around my age, who introduces himself as Jack. “So, Jane,” Jack asks, scooting his chair closer to me. “Tell me, what’s your biggest erogenous zone.”
What the hell kind of question it that?I flick my eyes across the table to Dex. He looks like he’s about to jump across the naked buffet and throttle Jack. I ignore it.
“My brain,” I answer Jack with a smile.
Jack’s eyes light up, “Really?”
“Definitely,” I say, sipping my wine and peeking quickly up to Dex and back again to Jack. Dex is still watching us. “My mind needs to be aroused first, then my body follows.” I lean in closer to him, “Wanna know a secret?”
He nods.
“That’s usually the biggest erogenous zone on most women, and men just don’t get it.”
Jack nods again, thoughtfully, and slides a strawberry through the chocolatey syrup pooling in the woman’s navel. Dex is still fuming, watching us.
A small bell jiggles off to the side, and Lucas from the front desk and the tall blonde that escorted Dex to his room, make their introductions. “For those I have not yet met, my name is Pamela, and this is Lucas. We’re your hosts for this weekend, and we look forward to getting to know all of you better and helping to make all of your fantasies come true.”
Then Lucas continues the orientation with the rules, the most valuable beingNo Means No. I push my flesh-contaminated food around my plate and drink more wine while I listen. As a matter of fact, the more we sit and listen, the more everyone drinks, and the more we drink, the looser everyone seems to become. Except for Dex. He just sips at his wine and grumpily glares at his plate.
“So, ladies and gentlemen,” Pamela purrs after Lucas finishes going over the rules. “Why don’t we start by playing a little ice breaker game?” She reaches down under the table and pulls up a small white envelope, presenting it to all of us. “Each one of you has one of these envelopes taped to the bottom of the table where you’re sitting. I want all of you to run your hands along the underside of the table and pull out your envelopes.”
I quickly find my envelope and pull out a folded piece of paper that readsred team, 4.
“Everyone, please open your envelopes and read what color team you’re on.” She looks around the room to each person to make sure they are all following instructions. “Now, once you find what color team you’re on, please notice the colored hearts that hang down from the ceiling, and please go join your teammates under the hearts that match the color that’s inside your envelope.”
I glance up at Dex; he’s looking at me, but looks away as soon as our eyes meet, then stands up to walk toward his team. My heart skips a beat when we both find ourselves with the same color.
“Okay, great,” Pamela claps her hands when we divide into our areas. “There are twenty of you, divided in five groups of four, and we’re about to play a little game called Mysterious Object.”
Lucas moves in front of Pamela and holds up a small piece of wrapped candy. “Alongside your color was a number. One, two, three, or four. Player number two will be blindfolded. Players one and three will hide this small item on player number four. Then player number two has to find the mysterious object hidden somewhere on player four. Then we switch numbers.”
“This game can get quite hot, depending on where you decide to hide your object,” Pamela teases. There’s a lot of giggling, chuckling, and clearing of throats. “Let’s begin by blindfolding all number twos.”
The number two on our team is a blond-haired man named Paul, with a slightly crooked nose and enormous hands. He licks his lips and gives me a slow once over before tying the blindfold around his head.
Dex’s hands are balled into tight, white-knuckled fists at his sides. His jaw ticks and clenches.
“I’m number one,” a woman next to me says, holding up a small piece of candy. “Who are we hiding the mysterious object on?”
Dex’s eyes flash up to mine and his lips dip down into a deep frown. He just realized I’m the one that’s going to get felt up by a total stranger. I slowly raise my hand, “I’m number four.”
Dex drops his eyes and tilts his head to the ground.
“Hmmm,” the woman sighs looking up at Dex, “where should we hide this?” She nibbles on her bottom lip, thinking. “How about…” The nutjob pulls the collar of my T-shirt and shoves her hand down the front of my bra and squashes the candy into my cleavage. “Right there.”
The very next thing I feel is number two’s hands all over me. He starts at my ankles and caresses his way up my legs, slowly. I start panicking, my breaths coming out fast and panty. I flick my eyes up to Dex’s and see he seems to be having a harder time dealing with this than I am. He’s watching every movement the guy makes. His nostrils flare when the man reaches my thighs and slides his hands hungrily between my legs and around the curve of my ass.
“Fuck,” Dex growls.
The man slides his hands below the hem of my shirt and skims up until he reaches my breasts, kneading and squeezing them softly. I know he feels the candy. I feel his hand slide over it, but he doesn’t stop fondling me. His thumbs rub over my nipples in slow circles. “Your breasts are incredible,” he whispers, then he grabs the candy from between my breasts and pulls off the blindfold. His eyes are glazed over. “That was hot as fuck,” he laughs, “your body is insane.”
Pamela tells us to switch roles. Next Dex is feeling up a strange woman and I fill with rage and fire. I want to excuse myself and run to the bathroom, but he finds the candy on her right away and it’s over.
But it’s not. It gets worse, because the next round Pamela and Lucas up the tension by blindfolding all the numbers, one and two couple up and three and four, until we find the candy. “And to make it even more arousing, you can if your partner accepts, use more than your hands,” Pamela purrs.
Me and Dex.Me and Dex have to touch each other like we used to.
