I stripped, and folded my clothes into a neat pile, placing them on the floor beside my overnight bag. Intuitively I knew to face the corner itself with my back to Veronica and Lewis. They conversed, mostly about past friends, who was doing what, who was with whom, etc. At times I could overhear the conversation, but at other times, I could not. Lewis continued to prepare dinner, and clearly he was making something elaborate. I kneeled and waited. Perhaps I was there for sexual use after the dinner?
I couldn’t quite determine if there was any romance between Lewis and Veronica. Were they friends? Were they fuck-friends? Mostly, I couldn’t help but wonder why he misled me? Why did he use the word ‘date’, instead of just telling me to come over so I could eat his girlfriend’s pussy or whatever?
Eventually they sat down to dinner. My knees were getting progressively sorer on the hardwood floor. I could deduct from the conversation that they were having truffle soup, steak Madagascar, a bottle of Amarone followed by a bottle of Barolo.
I endeavored to transport my thoughts elsewhere. I reminisced about my childhood. I tried to make a mental list of errands that needed to be accomplished the following week. Basically, I attempted to pass the time by pretending I was elsewhere, instead of kneeling like a worthless whore in the company of a couple enjoying a lovely dinner.
In fact, lost in my thoughts, I almost didn’t hear Veronica say, “Whore, come, eat.”
I crawled toward them. It was only in that moment I realized how hungry I was. I had barely eaten the entire day. In part out of nervousness and eager anticipation for our “big date”, and in part because I expected that dinner was on the agenda. The aroma of delectable food permeated the room, and as I got nearer I could see that there was plenty of steak left on the serving platter in the middle of the table. The meat might be cold by now, but I figured it would still taste great. When I arrived at my destination, I kneeled beside Veronica like a puppy dog. Since she was the one who summoned me over, I would treat her as the person in charge.
That’s when she lowered her plate to the floor. What?? There was plenty of steak leftover. I wasn’t expected to eat the remnants of her dinner, was I? When the plate was placed on the floor, I seriously debated standing up, gathering my things, and getting the fuck out of there. Lewis could have me whipped by anybody, but this was bullshit. I hesitated, but then I lowered my head. Maybe it was because I was so damn hungry, and the food – even Veronica’s castoff pieces - looked so good. I ate everything that was on her plate. It was bit messy, and thankfully, while I was not permitted to use cutlery, I was allowed to use my fingers. Lewis meanwhile slid his plate across the table to Veronica, which she dumped onto the plate from which I was feasting like a beggar. They finished their wine while I finished my meal as quietly as possible. When Veronica passed me down her glass of water, half drunken, I actually said “thank-you”. She patted my head which truly made me feel like a pet dog.
I was glad to stand up when the two of them retreated into the living room to watch television. Lewis poured himself a glass of cognac, and Veronica finished off the last of the wine. I was instructed to handle the clean-up. While there were only two of them, the pile of dirty dishes was bigger than I expected. Lewis had clearly made various sauces and had meticulously prepared everything from the asparagus to the finely chopped pine nuts. It took one hour and fifteen minutes during which I gathered and cleaned, and washed and dried absolutely everything. Best I could, I put everything back in its proper place too, so the whole kitchen area was as tidy as it was spotless.
Without being told I retired to the corner, where I knelt again, staring into the walls. I must have drifted into a daydream at some point but was alerted when I heard distinct sounds coming from the living room. Veronica was giving Lewis a blowjob. I guess they are fuck friends. A feeling of deep jealousy came over me. Was I this low? Wasn’t my mouth worthy of sucking his cock? Strangely I also felt that familiar and nagging tingle in my pussy. Was the humiliation of this evening turning me on? Fuck, is there a bigger whore on the planet than me?
Later in the evening they went into the bedroom. I tried to block out the sounds. The fact that I was so ignored hurt my feelings terribly. When I finally heard Veronica’s voice calling me into the bedroom, I half suspected the reason why. She was lying in bed, her knees up and her legs spread, with three fingers forming a dam to the entrance of her pussy. It was evident this would be my dessert. Lewis meanwhile scooted into the nearby restroom. Awww…he wouldn’t be there to witness it. Didn’t he want to see me do it?