Neil Forit - Lust Takes A Holiday

Flabby, skinny, young and middle-aged, everyone casually occupied himself as though he were at a normal cocktail party in a suburban household, as though it would be ludicrous for them to cover themselves. The three of them, not the others, were the ones who looked ridiculous now, they were so out of place with their clothes on. Fred, she guessed, who was standing behind her, was undoubtedly thinking the same thing.

A moment later, Tomley had separated from them and gone over to a strange large object in one corner of the room, which through the darkness she hadn't noticed before. It was situated by a door which led out from the game room and was large and cubical in size, covered by a heavy velvet curtain with a metal ladder hooked to one side. What in the world was it, she wondered. It looked like a giant box of some sort, but why the curtains, what where they supposed to hide.

Her concentration was interrupted, however, by the director clapping his hands sharply and demanding everyone's attention.

"Please… everyone… I have an announcement to make. We have a new couple tonight. A new addition to our group." His eyes twinkled gaily as his voice carried over the attentive listeners in the room. "I know both these people will be a great asset to our activities tonight and many nights to come. Now if you'll help to take their clothes off, we'll begin our initiation ceremonies."

As he paused for a moment Dinah suddenly realized that she was the center of attention, the focus of the hungry glances of the males surrounding her. She wouldn't be safe, she realized even if she had worn a suit of armor. She felt naked now, having been undressed by their ravenous gazes, and instinctively her hand went up to break the low dйcolletage of her dress.

Smiling benignly, the director continued:

"As you can see the young lady is a little shyer than her husband. But shyness is becoming in our females isn't it? Ladies and gentlemen, let's give our new members a big hearty welcome."

The scene was so absurd she could hardly believe it. Tomley had introduced them as though they were performers about to enter on a stage, but instead of applause, they were greeted by a snickering silence and the crude looks that bespoke naked sexuality, unadorned by any pretense of manners.

"Well, start mingling, people," Tomley urged. "And as for you two, start taking your clothes off. What do you think this is- a formal ball?"

As the director finished speaking, Dinah was aware of the glances turned on her, and the fear which had seized her earlier turned to blind panic. She whirled around, whispering urgently to her husband:

"Fred, please, we've got to get out of here."

The words caught in her throat and she was just about to break up into sobs as she saw her husband begin to unbutton his shirt, all the while staring at her with a contemptuous look on his face.

"What's the matter?" he sneered. "Too many men for you? I'm sure you can handle them all after the way I saw you working out with Tomley."

Suddenly, he brushed by her and headed into the crowd, stripping his shirt off as he did so. Tears of despair choked in her eyes, but with an effort, she managed to control herself. Damn him, she raged inwardly. If this is what he wants, he'll get it all right. She wasn't going to back out now. She was going to follow it all the way through to the bitter end. The names he had called her-"whore," "slut"-rang in her ears, but she told herself that he was really going to find out what they meant tonight. She was going to give him a dose of medicine so powerful she hoped he would choke on it.

Mustering her courage she turned to face the naked men who had slowly closed in on her. She didn't recognize them from the center or anywhere else, and they seemed like crude, vulgar types who were eyeing her as though she were a meal to be enjoyed.

"Hiya, Dinah," the tall one in the middle said. "My name's Nick Parker.

I'm the mayor of Bay Bridge."

She tried to contain herself and smile at him, but noticing the lecherous glint in his eye, a chill of anxiety shot up her spine.

"H-hello," she stammered nervously, unable to figure out what to say next. She couldn't very well talk about her job or politics at a time like this. She relaxed a little when Parker began speaking in a smooth, charming voice.

"Why don't ya'll just let your hair down. After all, everybody's friends here."

God, she thought, it was just like a regular cocktail party except that everyone else was naked and she wasn't. Her nerves subsiding, she found herself able to speak a little more easily.

"Thank you… I mean, I really don't know what to say. I've never seen anything like this before."

"Don't worry, Dinah. You'll get used to it. It's not as bad as you think."

"Come on, mayor, stop pussy footin' around. Let's get on with this. I wanta get me a little piece of her before we leave tonight."

The gruff voice suddenly shattered Dinah's composure, and she stared nervously at the stubby, broad-chested man who had just interrupted the mayor. Her eyes fastened involuntarily on the long thick rod of his penis that was hanging like a bullwhip, between his legs, looking as though it were ready to spring into action at any second.

"You like that doncha, baby?" he guffawed, catching the look in her eyes. "Well, you're gonna see plenty of it tonight, and you can tell that fancy-pants husband of yours that you got it from Pete Haskins.

I'm the police chief in case you're interested. And I got more cock than anybody else in this room. You're gonna be calling me up on the phone asking for more after you see the way I give it to ya tonight."

Dinah shuddered in repulsion, wondering how she could ever let a horrible-looking man like him touch her. She looked at the other two in the group, hoping that somehow she would be spared the stubby little police chief, but she saw no trace of compassion in their eyes. The mayor, however, resumed his conversation as though the chief's remarks had been just an annoying interjection.

"This is Bart Bailey, head of Bailey Construction company, and this is Bart's son, Frank. He's captain of the baseball team at Bay Bridge High School."

Dinah's heart fluttered as she gazed at the boy. He was built like a Greek god, with rippling stomach muscles and sinewy, forearms and biceps. His cock was youthful looking, but large for his age, and Dinah, though she tried to avert her eyes, found herself looking at it.

The expression on the boy's face was that of a naive teen-ager, lacking the sophistication of his mature body. She wondered how long he'd been a part of this group that Tomley had assembled. She wondered even more how Tomley had gathered these people all together under one roof in the first place. Originally she thought it would be people from work, but now it seemed as though the whole town of Bay Bridge had come to the director's mansion to participate in the orgy or whatever they called it.

Looking from face to face in the group assembled around her, she saw no compassion in anyone's eyes, no pity for her plight. How could she possibly go through with this? How could she possibly allow herself to be fucked by all these men? She had to stall them, that was it. She had to make mindless conversation until she found a means to slip away.

"Tell me, how did you all get to know Dr. Tomley?" she asked as pleasantly as she could.

In unison the men guffawed amongst each other until they'd finally recovered enough for the mayor to speak.

"We didn't get to know Dr. Tomley. Dr. Tomley got to know us. He's the one that started all this, and you know in a small town like Bay Bridge it's hard to keep any secrets. When Pete here found out about the orgies going on, we took the matter up with Ralph Tomley himself."

"Y-you mean, you knew there were things like this going on and you didn't do anything about it?"