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he’d asked them to wash up.
     
    He’d said yesterday would be mild, and now my mind was
galloping ahead, frantic. Surely I wouldn’t be expected to fuck them all—or
even to suck them all off. Even as I panicked, I felt the warm, spreading ache
of my body readying itself for sex. Still, I had my limits. Jack had moved to
another table now, but I didn’t care—I marched over to him, tugged at the
sleeve of his shirt.
     
    “Can I talk to you?”
     
    He excused himself and we stepped away from the men. As we
did so, they, too, filed off to the bathroom.
     
    “What’s happening, I don’t want to fuck all these men.” My
voice caught a little as I tried not to cry once again.
     
    “No, no, don’t worry, you won’t.”
     
    “I won’t?”
     
    “No. But will you let them touch you?”
     
    I balked, even as I grew wetter. “All of them?”
     
    He inhaled, looked around. “Yes.”
     
    “I don’t know.”
     
    “Only your breasts. Nobody will touch you anywhere else
unless you say so.”
     
    “Nobody?”
     
    “I promise.”
     
    “But I’ll be—”
     
    “Naked, yes.”
     
    I made a concerted effort not to shake. I felt the delirium
of prolonged, powerful arousal coming on—felt it eroding my thoughts, my
objections. Mechanically I took a sip of my beer.
     
    “You’re turned on, aren’t you?”
     
    I looked around. The men watched me. They were not
attractive. Or maybe they were; I couldn’t tell. I both wanted and did not want
for them to touch me.
     
    “Yes,” I said, finally.
     
    “Good,” he said. “That’s the point of this, after all.”
     
    He began to loosen his tie then, and in a swift motion
slipped it off his neck. “Here,” he said, stepping in to me, and he tied it
across my eyes. I was to be blindfolded.
     
    He took my hand then, and led me a few steps. The music
stopped, as well as any remaining conversation.
     
    He slipped the heavy coat off my shoulders and I heard him
drape it over the back of a chair.
     
    Next I felt his touch between my shoulderblades as he took
hold of the zipper on my dress. I arched my back just a little, savoring the
feeling of him undressing me.
     
    “Arms up,” he said softly, and whisked the dress off over my
head.
     
    He unfastened my bra next. Then my panties—he held my arm as
I stepped out of them, so I wouldn’t lose my balance.
     
    Then he placed his hands firmly on my ribcage and lifted me
up, onto the bar. I squirmed a little—he’d sat me in something wet.
     
    “Hold on,” he said, and a moment later he was leaning me to
one side and drying the bar beneath me, then rubbing the wetness off my
buttock. He set me back right again. The room was still completely, utterly
silent.
     
    Then came Jack’s voice again. “Okay,” he said, “who’s
first?”
     
    A few seconds later, some hot wet mouth clamped onto my
breast, sucking hard—too hard—I cried out.
     
    “Okay, you’re done, next?”
     
    The mouth was gone. Next came a soft, feathery touch—someone
who didn’t want to repeat his companion’s mistake. I moaned a little. He traced
little circles around my nipples and I felt them harden. For a moment I tried
to think who among these men could have such a sweet, soft hand—but then he
covered my nipple with his mouth and that final coherent thought just
disappeared.
     
    “Ohhh,” I groaned, as he lapped his tongue back and forth
across my straining nipple, and I felt myself lifting my hips a little, as if
to urge his mouth downward.
     
    I hadn’t received any instruction.
     
    “Yes,” I said, “I want him,” and to my dismay the mouth was
withdrawn from my breast.
     
    “Tell him what it is you want,” said Jack. “He can only
follow your directions. Here, let me help you.”
     
    I felt Jack and this other man take hold of my legs and lift
them up, so my knees were bent and my feet were on the bar. Jack patted my ass
so I’d scoot forward, spreading my pussy open right at the bar’s