Chapter 214: Farewell, For Now

Where are my dancing shoes?

Well, I doubt I will be wearing any shoes or even clothes, for long once we get to where they have the dance tonight.

“I’m going to be at the dance tonight, but for the first time in years, no boy is getting inside my panties or even getting a handjob. Darren, you made my pussy hurt like hell, exactly like I needed. I love you, and I’m going to miss you at much as Camden, so are Tee and Dee. Bart is getting so much pussy he can’t remember to miss jacking off, much less you,” Bambi told me. “Time to get this show on the road.”

She had brought the clothes that Camden told her I was wearing to the dance. I needed to look a certain way, while not looking like an egotistical, arrogant jerk. I could expect the boys to be wearing tuxedos or something equivalent to a tux in their culture. The girls would be wearing dresses fitting for a royal ball. My pants and sport coat were from woven Vicuna wool, my shirt from Spider silk. Surprisingly, the shoes were generic leather dress shoes with dress socks.

“You will look like you are in jeans and a t-shirt in comparison to the other guys there, and yet you are wearing a suit made from some of the rarest fabrics in the world. I can’t even guess the cost of the spider silk shirt,” Bambi said as she was buttoning up my shirt.

She looked amazing in the dress Sue had gotten for her.

Whoever made it had done it specifically for her body and no other, and the dress pushed her a-cup breasts up and out to make them look like large b-cups. The cut perfectly showed off most of her boobs while hiding her areoles and nipples behind the stiff Egyptian cotton-lined fabric of the dress. No amount of groping or squeezing was going to expose her nippled until they unzipped the dress and undid the hidden clasps at the sides. The rest of it molded to her flat stomach and hips like a second skin. Whoever made it had done something that had it pull in, so it defined her butt and mound clearly and yet didn’t show that she was wearing a pair regular, everyday cotton panties. There was even a zipper hidden inside the skirt part that pulled in the material to make it smaller around her legs.

Bambi and I shared a hot kiss before she moved back to say, “I’m dancing all night in this dress, even if I’m the only one dressed on the dancefloor. If you want to see how far these horny girls will go, keep your pants and shirt on. The coat will be way too hot to wear when dancing.”

I don’t like wearing suit jackets or sports coats so no argument from me there.

When we walked into the dining room, it looked like someone had gotten the big box of Crayola crayons, made paint from those colors, and then ran around spraying random colors at a girl until her naked body was covered. Every girl dressed elegantly while making sure that her best features were on display while covering the worst ones in a way that made you want to look away. The guys were all in a tux, but instead of all black, there were dark reds, deep greens, navy to royal blues, whites, and browns. I did hold back a laugh when I noticed that there were each made from one of three styles of tuxedos. Each guy was doing their best to look like all-important pompous assholes. Most failed miserably.

The girls, on the other hand, were living it up. I was told, by the girl sitting beside me, that tonight was one of the few times in their lives where they got to pick boys they wanted to screw. The boys knew that if they pushed themselves on a girl, said it was their right or any other bullshit, and the boys could only pray about becoming eunuchs. No matter what they had done with any girl here in the past, they would get punished as harshly for forcing a girl to have sex with them as if they had raped her.

It appears I’m not getting to be picky if I chose to screw any of the girls at all.

Dinner matched what I could only guess would be served before a royal ball. Everything was excellent, but I was a bit biased. As with how I dressed differently than expected, my meal was specially prepared for me by the head chef and his staff.

As if he had been reading my mind, the head chef came into the dinning, walked to my table, and said, “Darren should you not find love tonight at the dance, or you desire some honest conversations, you are free to come down to help us wash the pans and dishes as long as you want.”

“I may just be seeing you later,” I told him as I stood to give him a friendly hug. “Thanks for making sure I regularly ate even if that it was only a sandwich or bagel.”

If that wasn’t enough to turn the room dead silent, my going over to thank the serving staff individually did the trick. The guys got a handshake hug with a pat on the back. Each of the women got a hug and kiss. Depending on how they kissed me back, the kiss was more than just a peck on the lips. With only older teens serving in here every tonight, one of the girls wanted to continue me thanking her in private.

Seeing that nearly all eyes were on me now, I proceeded to grab one of the bussing carts to clear away the dishes so the servers could begin to serve dessert. I found out that some here didn’t hold themselves in such high self-regard that they didn’t start helping too.

Interesting. The boys that began to help clear their tables have done it enough not to get anything on their suits.

I did laugh when one of the little shits near me commented, “Those queers are going to make nice housewives.”

“You should only wish you learn to be the men they will become,” I told him. “At my boarding school, we had no servants to do anything, and we had to do everything, including our laundry. The cooks only prepared the meals. We cleaned up their mess. Here you arrogantly criticize them for aiding in clearing the tables, so the staff can serve dessert because they want to get to the main even as quickly as possible. I don’t claim to know anything about how girls and women think, but I’m pretty sure that those guys will have delightful nights with their wives. You will only have sex when you force yourself on your wife. Happy wife, happy life. Learn to be more well-rounded and less of a dick. How far do you think you are going to move up the ladder in your family business when you can’t even show an ounce of appreciation to those who do things for you? A good leader never asks another to do things for them that they are unwilling, or feel too self-important, to do themselves. If I had any ability to do more than char a piece of bread or turn an exquisite cut of meat into a charcoal briquette, I would be spending most of my time down training under the master chefs. Quit acting as if everyone exists on this Earth to serve you.”

Wait for it and chill.

By the time his brain finally processed what I said, he was sliding his chair back quickly and about to come at me. Before he knew what had happened, I had an apron on him and his arms full of dishes.

“Dishes go on the top, glasses in the middle and utensils on the bottom. Thanks for stepping up to help the servers clear the tables so they can serve dessert. I’m so glad you pulled that stick out of your ass to help. The sooner as the dinner we can finish the meal, the sooner we all can get to dance,” I told the guy.

One of the girls that had been cleaning a table behind me pulled me off to the side to say, “I would have preferred that you let him attack you and let you end his existence. Too bad you’re the guy to do it, but I hear instead of letting him get off that easy, he would beg for death. He is a complete arrogant ass, as are many boys here, that needs someone to correct his attitude. Now I do love the look of complete confusion on his face and in his eyes as he keeps trying and failing to figure out how his sucker punch turned into his being a busboy. I would so love to call him a fag and give him a hard time about doing women’s work, but damn it, this is the first thing he appears he can do quite well with no experience. I mean it. He can’t even masturbate the right way to get himself off. I don’t think it takes a lot of brainpower for a guy jack himself off. If not for two girls on staff at our home that adore him, he would never have learned why his dick becomes hard other than when he needs to take a piss badly. They don’t take his shit either. Until he has serviced their needs, to their satisfaction, he doesn’t even get a handjob. He has tried everything to get them to let him into any of their three holes, unsuccessfully. Anytime he does that, they make him pleasure them, constantly, for days without helping him out. It is quite funny to see him going around with blue balls and not even be successful at getting himself off. Maybe he will have a chance to get lucky tonight. I hate the bitch queens much more than him. I happened to let it slip that if they let him have the few quick pokes he needs to cum, then he will go down on them until he got hard again. Oh. Did I mention there are many very hot, sexy servants that give him the relief he needs, but he must pay to play.”

That does sound kind of evil, but I’m not sure if my brother or the bitch queens are getting a bad deal.

She had been right about her brother being good at bussing tables. He turned out quite good at plating and serving the desserts, too, much to my surprise. He tried to pour the wine, but each time he picked up a bottle he had to try a glass first. I did make a point of going by to thank him for doing a great job. That seemed to confuse him more than trying to remember why he started bussing tables.

Once everyone finished, I found there was yet another ritual to go with our night of dinner and dancing. We had an hour break to go “freshen up” before the dance. I’m quite sure that being pulled off into a small room off the dining room wasn’t what they meant to happen. Not that I’m complaining. In the side room, I found a strawberry-blonde, with firm tits and a killer body grinning at me before moving in to kiss me. I held her body firmly to mine with one arm and her head in place, to keep her from jerking away, when my tongue licked her lips the second time. She still didn’t open her lips to get our tongues involved so I tried something different, I started kissing her erogenous zones on her neck. When she started moaning, I moved up quickly to get my tongue in her mouth. We would French-kiss until she stopped to catch her breath and then wouldn’t go back to French kissing again. After the third time that I kissed her neck until she started to moan, her tongue finally came to life. She didn’t stop to catch her breath until I felt her body shudder a bit before she relaxed into my arms.

“Better,” I asked her as I carried her over to a couch since her legs had become rubber. “Was it a good one?”

She moved to cuddle up to me, put her head on my shoulder, and say, “I have no idea. It was my first one. I always thought something was wrong with my vagina because I always need to use lubricant until the guy, or sometimes a few guys, have finished inside me. If not here with you, I would be pushing a tube full of lubricant up inside me, so I’m ready for doing it. Can we try kissing with tongues again? I’ve tried that with boys before, but they always tasted bad.”

We kissed and kissed. The next time this girl came, she hiked her dress up to rub her very wet pussy. It didn’t take long before she came again, removing her dress after she recovered. She was reaching for my crotch as she started climbing in my lap to make out some more, but I had her step back so I could look over her fantastic body.

The curtains match the drapes.

I was loving what I was seeing. The girl had the most amazing green eyes. Her nipples only darkened enough, when aroused, to show up on her pale, freckled covered chest. Even with her tits being almost D-cups, they were high and firm on her chest. I loved that her body showed she was in excellent shape too. The best I could guess, the only fat on her, was a bit in her butt and what she had in her breasts. Moving my focus downward showed me that she had the curves in all the right places. She had never once shaved, or trimmed, the reddish-pink curls, with streaks of blonde.”

She gave me a big smile as she moved toward me with her hands going straight for my zipper.

My face and fingers are the last things she wants between her legs right now.

As when we were kissing, I kept a good hold on her legs so she couldn’t move away as I played soccer with her pink rubber ball. It took longer than I would have expected for her to relax to enjoy the pleasures I was giving her. I got an almost primal moan when my finger found that she had a larger than average g-spot. It only came out to play when I located the most sensitive part of it in a nook right behind her pubic bone.

I didn’t let up until she begged me to please give her time to rest.

“The first one while kissing was one hell of a first orgasm,” she told me as she reached for my zipper again. “That was only a tiny one compared to the ones you gave me afterward. I’m cool with you not wanting to have sex with me, but this is the first time I’ve ever been wet, hot, and very ready to have a man inside me.”

I’m not going to tell her that she had me chub up as soon as I saw her after she pulled me into the room.

It wouldn’t do to have pussy juice staining these expensive slacks, so I had her get cushions off the couch while I took them off. She never once looked at my dick as I moved between her legs. I felt pre-cum mixing with her juices to help open her up as I slowly slid inside. I bottomed out with over half my dick still outside her pussy.

“Wow! You’re in deep. I’ve never had one so far up inside me,” she said, so I had her look down to see that I was far from fully buried inside her. “You feel like it can’t go any farther inside me. It doesn’t look like you have more than the tip inside me.”

I watched her face while I slowly slid my dick out of her all the way. Her eyes got bigger and bigger as my dick continued to keep sliding out until the head finally popped free. I didn’t wait for her to start talking before I lined up to slide back in. We didn’t need to wait any time for her to loosen up to get to fucking hard and fast. Despite what she said, her juices flowed as I pounded her pussy. I kept fucking her until we would be fashionably late returning to the dance, not that I cared. When we finished, I pushed her head down toward my dick and got a dirty look.

You don’t have to suck it or anything. I just thought maybe you might like to see how your wet pussy juices taste mixed with my cum. If you want, we can see if you can get me hard again, so you won’t think it was all just a fantasy,” I told this girl as I started to pull away.

She appears to have decided she wasn’t letting me mind-fuck her like that, so she slipped down to taste us. I could tell right off that she hadn’t sucked many dicks or didn’t like the taste. When she took a quick lick, I could tell I was getting a spit shine. When she had me clean, she wanted to see how it was with just her pussy juices. Six strokes had my dick well coated, but she decided she only liked the taste when mixed with my cum. I dressed completely. She draped her dress over her arm.

“I’m so ready to cum again that I need to get a dick in me as soon as possible to fuck me. Now that I know how amazing it can be, I won’t need to use any lubricant again, well unless it is with some asshole where I have no other choice,” she told me as I got a hug from her.

She didn’t want anyone to know she had let me fuck her or even had been alone with me. It wasn’t anything to do with me either. She wanted what we had to stay between us. Anytime she needed to get wet, she would only need to think of us together in here.

I’m good with that. It isn’t like I’m going to be talking to anyone about fucking you.

From what Bambi had told me, I expected something different than what I found when I walked in. I mostly expected to be seeing a massive orgy with girls going around picking the dick they wanted to screw them before moving to the next hard cock. Everyone would be naked, or at least there would be girls with the dresses pull up around their waists. Guys would have lost their pants.

Why was my expectation so far off?

I only found that about half the girls, so far, had their dresses off. There were only five, including the redhead going around completely naked. The rest had on bras and panties, just panties, other just bras. They didn’t mean the girls still in their dresses were being prudes or even skipping out of getting laid, they were showing off their charms to the boys they picked to dance with them.