Meals of Misery

Annetta was drifting in and out of consciousness. Currently, she was feeling very pleasant sensations. She was lying in bed and her husband – at least in her mind’s consciousness, somewhere between sleep and waking – was peppering her body with feather like kisses, making her sigh in pleasure when they tickled her sensitive spots. The blond automatically spread her legs a bit, allowing delicate fingers to run through her glistening folds, making her shudder.

The cooking show hostess released a sound full of pleasure when the hand began to gently play with her clitoris. The feather light and smooth like silk touches, coupled with her husband’s mouth traveling all over her body made her skin throb with pleasure. Her breath hitched when a tongue started to lick and nip at her thighs, slowly teasing her.

As she lay there, still in between sleep and wakefulness, the blond moaned as skillful tongue made her pussy leak with arousal. The woman automatically arched her back in pleasure as she was slowly becoming undone. “Oh, yes, Tomas”, Annetta breathlessly moaned clenching and unclenching her fists. A hand began playing with her nipples, pinching them, but not to a point of actually hurting her… just enough to add to the wave of pleasure, which will be soon engulfing her.

Then, she moaned out loud, when a glistening tongue began its ministrations on her pleasure button. The woman’s body jerked in bed as a silent “oh” escaped her lips, then went limp again. Annetta haven’t felt this way for many years. It reminded her of the first time they really made love – slow, passionate, each of them feeling each other’s flushed bodies. “Mmm”, she smiled, while finally opening her eyes to greet her lover and a husband. “Now, that’s what I call a good morning wake-up, darling”. Then her breath hitched and her blue eyes gone wide in surprise. What the fucking fuck!

It wasn’t her husband, who greeted her so pleasantly to a new morning. It was Renata – Fox's’ ex-wife, the doctored video of whom they all had watched in the conference room. Renata’s fully clothed body lay flush with Annetta's naked one. Her mouth kissing the chef’s neck, caressing it like a lover, while her hands made feather light touches, running through her belly, making Annetta shudder as a wave of almost imperceptible tickling sensation washed over her.

The chef blinked. The fuck… Her mouth wide open, not realizing what the hell is happening. Renata smiled sweetly at her, cupping Annetta's face softly so she would not turn away and resting her mouth on hers. Her tongue exploring the orifice of the cooking show hostess mouth. Uh, this is a dream, right? It’s got to be, because… her thoughts were interrupted when another moan escaped the blonde’s mouth. Renata chuckled, continuing her French kissing.

Then, the kissing stopped, the ministrations as well. Renata got off of Annetta and went to kneel by the bed, as if waiting for something. Now, the surprised woman had time to collect her senses. Her body coming down from the pleasurable high as she looked about… that was not her and Tomas’ room… Oh, fucking fuck, her mind screamed remembering that she drove with Fox, Aurelius and Jim to meet the questionable sponsors, how some three strange overly posh talking men discussed with them the possibilities of lucrative venture, how after hours of deliberation with the guys she decided to swallow her pride and sign the document, because the money looked to good to be true, how… her world turned black and she woke up here… with Renata… one of her colleagues from television… who was making love to her naked body… WHAT?!

She quickly looked around the room. Yep, posh and luxurious as anything else in this god damn place… GOD DAMN IT, I KNEW IT WAS A BAD IDEA, WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON THOSE FUCKING BASTARDS! Her eyes scanned huge velvet draperies adorned with golden ornaments; lingering on oil paintings on the wall depicting women and men in various provocative, yet still not crude poses; finally, concentrating on the oak bedside table where her yellow sundress was neatly folded. Yep, I’m getting the hell out of here, she thought while getting out of bed, quickly chancing a look at Renata, who was still kneeling at the bed, paying no attention to her. No, seriously, this is so fucking weird.

As Annetta's fingers touched the yellow fabric of the dress, she found herself splayed open on the bed again. A finger touching the center of her heaving bosom. Renata loomed over her, smiling. Her eyes sparkled mirth. “Wait”, the woman said to the open mouthed in surprise sprawled form on the bed. “They must give you permission to leave”. How the fuck, Annetta thought looking at a slender index finger making small dents on her flesh. One second she's kneeling like in some god damn cheesy romance novel, the next she's pinning me to the bed with her finger like some god damn discount vampire! She tried moving, but found herself couldn’t even budge an inch, as if some sort of force was holding her there. No, this can’t fucking be. This is a fucking dream.

As the blond was readying to ask her counterpart in hair color what the hell is happening and how is she doing this, a door to the bedroom opened…