As I was pondering whether my own unicorn standing was a one-time thing or not, my vibrator went off. She kept it at a slow, steady pace where I felt moderately aroused but still in control of my senses. She must have known I was working and didn’t want to distract me too much. Was this a sign that she was coming? As I walked around the party with my pussy buzzing, I felt like I was on a cool kind of drug, one that made you tingly but kept you functional.
Speaking of drugs, Sandy brought out a cardboard box full of little brown bottles with little white caps and placed it on the table. She took one out, unscrewed the cap, and inhaled it.
“If anyone wants one—let me know! Just twenty dollars!” Sandy held up the tiny glass bottle and put it on display like it was some kind of expensive champagne. Then she whiffed about three more.
“What is that?” I said.
“If anyone asks—it’s VCR cleaner.” She winked at me.
“But I’m asking,” I said.
A few of the couples bought these little bottles from her. Was I supposed to ring them up? Was I supposed to give them receipts? Did all these people actually clean their VCRs? Did people actually have VCRs anymore? There was definitely something I was missing here, but I was happily enjoying the vibration in my panties sporadically surprising my G-spot with glee, so I didn’t care that much.
I was leaning against the counter, surveying the party kingdom when Chuck and Cherise came in. They arrived fashionably late and made a grand entrance, like the king and queen of the ball, only this ball was inside of a strip-mall with overhead fluorescent lights. Cherise was in a low-cut, black, tight, shiny catsuit, with large boots. Her hair was delicately wavy and pushed to one side. I could see every single curve on her body, and even though I’d already seen them uncovered, I felt so privileged to witness them again in any circumstance. Chuck wore dark denim and a navy blue polo shirt, like a suave playboy about to sweep all the ladies off their collective feet. Cherise handed him her purse and coat and he held onto them obediently as she strutted around the store, saying hello to everyone. I went over to him.
“Hey there!” I was happy to see him. He was handsome and his love for his wife made him more attractive to me, and it oddly made me want to have sex with him. I never thought I would want to fuck a married man in general, let alone someone whose wife I liked, admired, and had sex with as well. This was a new world I had entered.
“Hello there, my little slut,” he smiled and said to me, and he kissed me on the cheek. Normally my feminist instincts would tell me to punch someone who spoke to me in this manner, but with his tone, the look in his eyes, and the dynamic of our relationship, it came across as incredibly polite.
“I can take the Queen’s coat for you!” I said, and I took the coat and purse from him. We didn’t exactly have a coat check but I was going to create one.
“Thank you,” he said. He patted me on the head like I was a little bunny rabbit. It was subtle and sexy and I liked it.
Sandy turned some music on, but the porn DVD was also still on, so it sounded like a re-mix of radio hits with sexy moans and manly grunts behind it. It actually worked really well and people cheered for the impromptu sexy songs. Meanwhile, several more couples purchased ROOMZ along with handfuls of bottles of what everyone kept calling “VCR cleaner.” I’d come to guess that it was some sort of “sex upper” that maybe wasn’t quite legal in the country. Everyone did seem to really be enjoying it though, so who was I to judge?
The monitor behind the register was now divided into six different screens, from all the different people purchasing ROOMZ. This was something I had never seen before because I had never actually seen more than one room purchased at a time. I was on a penis and vagina sensory overload; I didn’t even know where to look.
In one section of the screen, I saw a big, hairy man with gold chains, slicked back hair, and a penis that was small in comparison with the rest of his body giving some incredibly determined oral sex to two different women. Back and forth he went, being smothered in between two pairs of legs. On the occasion that he came up for air, his face dripped in sweat and pussy juices. A tall, very skinny man with glasses jerked off in the corner. I wonder why he wasn’t part of the action. The big man servicing the women was not very well endowed and he was incredibly hairy but his thirst for eating pussy was fucking hot. I would choose him over the skinny guy on any day. Maybe he was banished to the corner because he was bad at eating pussy? Holy shit. One of the women in the room, I just realized, was the hygienist at the dentist’s office I went to as a kid. I stared at her when she first came in the store, trying to figure out where I knew her from; something about the face she was making while she was getting her clit licked made it all click—that was the very same face she made when she asked me what flavor of fluoride I wanted. (For the record, I always chose bubblegum.)
In another square on the screen were two younger-looking couples, who appeared to be in their early thirties. They had a timer stationed in the middle of the room, something similar to the one my mother used when she used to bake pies. I saw them each stick to their own corners of the room and then the timer would reach a certain point and the girls would switch. Then they switched again, like clockwork, every seven minutes. The two women gazed at each other from across the room as they both got fucked on all fours. Their orgasms were simultaneous. The two men in the room both fucked at the exact same pace and the couples mimicked the same positions. This was a very well-choreographed dance; I wonder how many times they rehearsed it. They were like synchronized swimmers, with penetration.
Unfortunately, in one square was Jen, the large blonde lady and her timid husband, relentlessly trying every toy without success. His penis was limp, and she looked like she was about to cry. I felt like a failure. I bet Amanda would have been able to help them. Where the hell was she?
I had to look away from the sad scene. Luckily, the next section was much hotter: on the monitor, an entrancing game was taking place. I found this corner of debauchery more entertaining than the others. A woman sat in the center of the room with a blindfold on, with four other men and three other females. The woman in the center had her mouth open and her hands tied behind her back. The group decided amongst each other which cock should go in the woman’s mouth. After a few minutes of her licking and sucking a chosen person’s cock, balls, and even taint (on some of them), she had to guess whose cock it was. If she guessed it correctly she received a prize—and that was several minutes of continuous pussy licking from the person of her choice in the group. All three of the women played the game, one after another after another, happily sucking all the mystery cocks, and receiving their oral sex when they deserved it. A score was tallied in the end, and the woman with the most correct amount of cock guesses was rewarded with sex from everyone in the room, including all the men and women, and the women wore strap-ons when the winner’s sex finale ensued.
The winner was a redhead, with short, curly hair, pale skin, lots of freckles, small breasts, and pierced nipples. A merry go round of men and women with cocks strapped to them with hot pink holsters (that were recommended and sold to them by me!), took turns penetrating her. Cocks were in her mouth, cocks were in her pussy, and one man went in her ass. He happened to be the man that she came in with, who I assumed to be her husband/ boyfriend/partner. It makes sense that he got the butt! I loved the way she sucked on the dildos with just as much passion as she did with the real cocks, and I found it so provocative the way the women took turns fucking her in the same exact way the men did. She was literally having sex with more people at one time than I had in my entire life. It was remarkable. Everyone in the room focused on fucking her brains out; she squirted multiple times, I couldn’t hear her but I could see the expressions on her face and the way her body became more and more limp with every earth-shattering orgasm until she could hardly sit up. After her circle of fucking, she laid there, in the middle of the room, covered in sweat and sperm. It was so depraved and filthy, part of me wished I was her and I could just for a moment feel what she was feeling. The other part of me was petrified.