Thread: The Retreat [Cereus X Feral.Desires]

Richard interrupted before Aaron could order for himself and Lilly, Do you mind if I order for the lot of us? Aaron slid his menu toward the waiter, Not at all, Richard . Richard had spent quite a few years in the Mediterranean, and had developed a taste for the region's food, and had a habit of treating himself, once per year, at the resort. Aaron and Lilly were almost always invited guests on that culinary pilgrimage-in-spirit. Mediterranean for five, Richard said, Er...six, he added with a glance in Lilly's direction. Aaron suspected that the 'Mediterranean' existed only because of Richard. He'd never seen anyone else order it, and according to Richard, the resort was the only place that prepared it right. The waiters gathered the menus, and departed, leaving the five free to reacquaint themselves with each others company. With a touch of his hand to Lilly's bare shoulder, she rose to her knees, spread slightly apart, subsequently revealing why the tables were built low to the ground. A slave on his, or her knees was positioned at the table, neither too high, or too low for comfort. Lilly set about preparing his coffee, adding first sugar, then pulling the cup to her, and carefully expressing her sweet milk into it. Richard immediately asked for the same, and turning her body slightly, Lilly topped his cup off from her other breast. Trinni watched that show unfold, an amused, and curious look on her face, but was busy seeing to the needs of her own Master and Mistress, and couldn't yet explore that curiosity. Lilly was still close enough to her Master so that he could explore her body with his hands, which Aaron always took advantage of, stroking his hand down the center of her back, patting Lilly's firm bare bottom, in short, enjoying the physically reassuring bond of touching what was his. Emily was sitting comfortably between Richard, and Aaron, watching the too men lovingly fondle their slave girls. Richard coughed, Uh...before the food gets here, a couple of club business matters?. Aaron pulled his eyes from Lilly, but not his hand, and nodded to Richard, Certainly . Richard accepted his cup of coffee from Lilly, studied it for a moment, then lifted it to his lips, and sipped....paused, then sipped again. We have two prospectives this year. The first, Karen. Emily and I are hosting her next week. She's Trinni's cousin, he said, with a nod toward Trinni, who was kneeling quietly beside her Master, moaning softly, as he teased his fingers between her thighs. She's legit, Aaron. She's in the market for a Master or a Mistress. It was not unusual for close friends and family of club members to find their way to the resort, most people at the resort knew one another, andor were related in some way. For a complete stranger, it was very difficult to gain access to the resort....something that Lilly had accomplished, against all odds. You know Christine, of course, Richard continued, It was her man...uh...Bill, I think, with Trinni earlier. She's hosting the second girl. A 19 year old named....uhm...Summer?. Emily interjected at that point, Her name is Autumn, dear, with a pat to his bare thigh. Autumn, right. She's a student at UC San Diego... Not again! , Aaron exclaimed, frowning at Richard, Can't we just down stroke her, and be done with this? . Richard shook his head, You know Christine. That will not fly with her. Christine was an odd one, in Aaron's estimation. She was a medical doctor, GP, aged 53, though she looked several years younger, a committed lesbian, yet she had a male slave named Bill that she absolutely doted on. She was the oldest member at the club, and carried quite a bit of weight. It was hard...nearly impossible to say no to Christine. You understand the problem then, Richard said, with a glance down at Trinni, who was moaning softly, and rolling her hips as her Master teased her. Aaron turned his attention to Lilly, who was pretending to focus her attention on her glass of orange juice, slowly squirming against his leg, and subtly rotating her hips back as he slid his hand down over the round curve of her ass, the tips of his fingers almost probing between her shapely thighs. We think she's a plant. This August, he said, with a wave of his half emptied cup. Autumn, dear, Emily corrected with a gentle pat to her husband's bare thigh. Autumn, right, Richard said, And we'd like you to put her to the test...in public. Push her. Aaron didn't often refer to Lilly as 'slut'...or worse names, like whore, or cunt, he didn't often beat her. He was too aware, and appreciative of the rare gift to him she'd made of herself. Some of the club's slave owners rarely referred to their slaves as anything but slut, or whore, and Aaron sometimes hooked his finger under Lilly's collar, pulling her to him, and calling her his pretty slut. He never pushed it, never wanting to kill that spark of adoration in her pretty eyes. Richard knew this, and was attempting to enlist him, as an unbiased, and impartial judge for a girl that Christine had listed only as 'acquaintance'. It was certain that Christine had stacked the deck in Autumn's favor, and Richard knew Aaron would spare nothing in weeding out those not totally committed to their lifestyle....and his word would carry a lot of weight. The whole UC San Diego thing...Aaron didn't even like thinking about. It was an attempt, a few years back to introduce summer 'interns' to the club, specifically from UCSD, some as slaves, some as Masters, and Mistresses. The club, a separate entity from the resort, of course, not wanting any outside scrutiny, had shot the idea down. It came up again a year later...and Christine had been a vocal opponent of the idea...and the membership had voted it down even more firmly. Another year passed, in which Christine had grown silent on the controversy, and now she was going to host a young woman from UCSD. Emily and Richard suspected something was going on, and by enlisting Aaron, who they knew would push prospective slaves to the very edge before approving them, hoped to expose this 'Autumn'. Aaron was an honest man. People trusted him, and if he took on the task, and found the candidate lacking, he would say so. Slave candidates required a simple majority...but votes were made public to other full members as they were made, and if Aaron 'down stroked' the girl, chances were that she would be voted out. The Karen that Richard had mentioned earlier would face the same fate...but his friends were vouching for her, and he wouldn't go out of his way to break her. If Richard and Emily said she was good people, who was Aaron to argue with that? Food arrived, wheeled to their table by several of the resort's wait staff. Richard's 'Mediterranean', which consisted of loaves of fresh baked crusty bread sprinkled with sesame seeds, oil cured black Greek olives, dishes of wet, salty, and pungent Feta cheese, pots of honey, pots of fresh butter, pots of orange, and lemon marmalade, fluffy scrambled eggs mixed with fresh bloody red tomatoes, over a bed of Turkish dry sausage called 'sucuk', and dusted with a grating of a dry hard white cheese, wedges of lemon, sprigs of fresh fennel, bowls of salt cured anchovies, and accompanied by smoking braziers bearing sizzling lengths of fragrant sausage. It wasn't exactly 'heart healthy', but according to Emily, Richard tasted of this feast but once a year. Aaron gave Lilly's firm little bottom a gentle push...his signal for her to dig in.