Yes, they work in tandem for a young couple

"No, let's stay together." Wyatt was quick to not lose connection with the one person he thought he might be able to trust here. If nothing else, Kayla was likely nervous enough to remain steadfast to Wyatt.

"Look, there's someone waving," Kayla said. "Do we just ... go over to them?"

Wyatt shrugged, but decided to head toward the table, Kayla in tow. When they arrived, they found a young couple there. The man had dark hair, a trim beard, and wore a black tuxedo, black shirt, and purple bow tie and vest. His partner was a woman with long curly auburn hair, and a sparkling gown of the same shade of purple as the man's tie.

"Good evening," said Wyatt to the couple. As he spoke, he became awkwardly aware of his own nudity, but in the moment, committed to trying not to let it show. He stood tall, his dick still partly hard, but beginning to wilt a bit from his own anxiety.

The couple at the table sized up Wyatt and Kayla and stared at them expectantly.

"Well?" asked the man.

"Sorry, what is it?" said Wyatt.

The man sighed. "Are you new? It's standard to not only introduce yourself, but your partner."

Wyatt turned to look at Kayla. "This is Kayla. And yes, we're new. Sorry about that."

The woman smiled at them. "It's okay. We're friendly, we promise. You can call us King and Queen."

"King and Queen?" said Kayla quietly.

"That's right," said the man. "Now, do you want to take our order?"

Wyatt nodded. "Of course. What can we get for you?"

"Champagne. Four bottles to start. We'll see how that goes." King was quick with his words. He knew what he wanted.

Queen reached out as if she was going to touch Wyatt, but stopped herself. "I can't wait to taste that champagne." She eyed Wyatt's cock for a bit, and then lifted her gaze back to his face.

Kayla nodded. "Four bottles of champagne. Come on, Wyatt, let's go get that."

"We'll be right back," said Wyatt.

After a quick trip to the refreshment station, Wyatt and Kayla returned, each carrying two bottles of champagne.

"One of you could have stayed behind," said Queen playfully. "Give us something to do while we wait, you know?"

Kayla blushed. She had no idea what Queen might have even meant, but she was already incredibly self-conscious being naked -- with strangers, with Wyatt, in a weird sort of banquet hall. None of it really made sense to her. She even wondered if this was all just a dream.

"Now that you're back," began King, "we can begin service. Please, sir, open the first bottle."

Wyatt peeled the foil off the top of the bottle, removed the wire cover, and managed to gently pop the cork out. But he looked back at the table and realized something critical was missing.

"We didn't bring you any glasses," he said quietly.

Kayla turned as if to go search for stemware.

"Wait," said Queen. "I don't think we'll need them. King, how do you want the service to begin?"

King smiled. "Let's see the new recruits taste the product first."

Kayla and Wyatt looked at one another. Wyatt spoke. "You want ... us ... to taste it?"

King nodded.

"Um ... okay," said Wyatt. He lifted the bottle to his lips.

"No," said King abruptly. "That's not what we mean."

Queen sighed. "You're so cute," she said rather condescendingly. "Do you understand what your role is here?"

Kayla stood still but looked at the floor.

"You're our entertainment," said Queen. "We don't care if you like how the champagne tastes. We care how you behave while tasting it."

Wyatt and Kayla were frozen in place. Neither was quite sure how to actually do what Queen had suggested.

Queen took a breath and sighed again. "Shall I be more explicit in my instructions?"

Wyatt nodded.

"For the first taste, please have the young lady drink some, and then you, my good little man, can taste it from her lips." She winked at Wyatt.

Kayla swallowed. "You want him to taste it ... on me?"

King smiled. "Yes, dear. It's little more than a kiss, to be honest. If you're going to get any kind of recognition tonight, you'll have to be quite a bit more bold than a kiss!" He laughed as he spoke, and Queen joined him. Their laughter was pure, but mocking of how foolish they found Wyatt and Kayla to be.

"We can do this, Kay," said Wyatt quietly. "It's just a little champagne. A little kiss. Pretend that it's New Year's."

Kayla turned to face Wyatt. She opened her mouth and tilted her head back. Wyatt carefully poured a small amount of champagne into Kayla's open mouth, but some of it spilled over the edge of her lips and dribbled first down her chin, then dripped onto her neck and chest.

"Don't move," said Wyatt. He leaned over her and licked his lips. Then, while she still held a mouthful of champagne, he brought his own mouth to hers and gently licked her lips next. He connected his lips to hers, and in a strange kind of half-sucking effort, both tried to drink champagne from her mouth and sort of kiss her at the same time.

The result was more spilled liquid, as most of the rest of the champagne from Kayla's mouth poured out over her lips and ran down her naked body. Some of it got on Wyatt as well.

Kayla stood there, staring at Wyatt, sticky from the champagne. Still, the semi-kiss was quite exhilarating to her. Wyatt licked his lips again as he pulled away from her, and smiled. It wasn't the way he expected a first kiss with Kayla to go, but he wasn't going to complain.

"Looks like you like it," said Queen, noticing Wyatt's cock getting harder. "Was it the champagne, or was it the girl?"

Wyatt felt his skin getting hotter as he blushed. He knew it was the girl. Queen probably knew it too. But it didn't matter. It was the game.

"Would you like to see another taste, sir?" Wyatt politely asked the couple.