A Perfectly Normal Cafeteria...

Sam walked through the double doors expecting to see the wildest, craziest sex party he'd ever seen, so he was surprised that the large room full of picnic-style tables was half-empty. There were no couple kicking over plates as they mounted each other on the tables. No cries and moans of pleasure bounced off the high ceilings. To be honest. it didn't even seem very crowded. There were empty seats at every table, and very little hustle to get anywhere or do anything.

As with the buffet line, he started to realize something was amiss as soon as he started to walk among the tables and find a seat. First and foremost, while he couldn't see any sex, the sweet sweaty funk of fucking was thick in the air. Upon further inspection, many of the empty seats had tray left behind. Maybe he missed the good stuff. But he got there pretty early. More people were coming in, too. Sam made it to the center of the room. He'd hoped to find someone he'd met, or at least someone he knew, but didn't see any familiar faces. He turned to an empty table, put his tray down, and started to sit... And then he looked down.

Peering from the darkness below the table, Sam saw a pair of eyes looking up at him hungrily.