Owen's hungry

Owen was about to respond with a "no", when suddenly his stomach rumbled.

There was a brief silence, and then everyone cracked up. At the same time, Owen realized he was ravenously hungry, and said so.

"Man, I am ravenously hungry. Anyone mind if I go down to the cafeteria? There was a sign saying there's one on the bottom floor."

Tommi smiled at him. "Not at all. In fact, I think I'll pay the caf a visit myself. Alice, you come with us. Amber, we won't need a second servant for this, so I want to you to take my sex toys out of that box," she pointed an unopened crate. "And I want you to test them to make sure they weren't damaged during shipping."

Amber had started pouting at being told she was being left behind, but was smiling by the end of the instruction, and went to work with great gusto. Meanwhile, since full public nudity, while permissible, was currently unfashionable, Tommi redonned her jeans, Owen his sweatshirt, and Alice her lingerie. This done, they headed out, Owen with an arm draped over Tommi's shoulders, gently groping her bare breasts, while she had an arm around his waist and was gently stroking his equally exposed erection, with Alice walking a bit behind them.

"Owen dear," Tommi said as they walked. "Now that we're dating, I think there are some things we need to establish."

Owen was nonplussed. "We're dating?"

Tommi, who between her looks and her money was used to getting her way, ignored the subtext of that remark. "Darling, of course we are," she said. "You can't expect me to be satisfied just sharing your bed."

Actually he could, it being a fairly common arrangement for roommates. Still, he was too hungry to argue, and so he let her go on without further interruption.

"As I was saying, since our relationship is built entirely on sex, I reserve the right to break up with you but still share your bed, and Amber and Alice's services, in the event I make an emotional connection with someone else. You have the same right, of course."

This sounded reasonable to Owen. "Fine by me. Anything else?"

"Yes, actually," Tommi continued. "Since we're both such colossal sex bombs, it would be unfair to the rest of the world to keep our lusciousness to ourselves, so I say we forgo monogamy entirely and be free to fuck whoever we want."

That sounded a bit less reasonable, but not truly objectionable, and again, Owen wasn't in the mood to argue, so he once again agreed. By this point, they had reached the cafeteria, which was of course full of scantily clad babes.

"I'm glad we agree," Tommi said, then gave him a kiss and walked over to a spicy Latin chick in a corset & microminiskirt. Owen was bemused, but gamely took a seat at an empty table and dispatched Alice to wait on line and get him a tuna sandwich. He returned his attention to Tommi, who was already tongue-deep in her latest conquest's ass. Owen chuckled at the expression on the corseted Latina's face, which while showing her obvious pleasure, bore no small resemblance to a deer in headlights. Looked like he wasn't the only one buffaloed by the forceful Asian beauty.

At that point, another girl stepped up to his table. She was tall and athletic, with well-defined muscles that gave her slightly masculine edge but did not retract from her beauty, exposed by a string bikini that, along with a dog collar, spiked bracelets, and platform heels were her only garments. Her hair was dyed blue and styled into spikes, and she had an impressive number of tattoos and piercings.

"Hey gorgeous," she said. "What say you bend me over this table and make me your bitch?"

This was a pretty tempting offer, and Owen would've accepted in a heartbeat...except that he was really, really hungry.