“They have five couples signed up for the Hawaii holiday, I really wish we could afford to go with them,” said Niomi.
Jack, her husband replied, “The others got in to this complex long before we did and they have much smaller mortgages.”
“I’m thinking of an exclusive fundraiser, just the other couples.”
Niomi and Jack, in their mid thirties, had been together for a few years but had only bought their condo three years ago.
“There is a rumour that the couples are going to be swapping partners and playing sex themed games,” said Jack.
“Would you do that?” Asked Niomi.
“I would love it but I am not so sure about letting you,” laughed Jack, “What ideas do you have for fundraising?”
“I was reading about Nyotaimori or body sushi, people pay a fortune to experience it.”
“Who do we hire for that – the model will eat up all the profits if not all the food?”
“I’m going to be the model,” exclaimed Niomi causing Jack to spit his coffee across the table.
Hours of discussion followed and eventually Jack caved in to the idea. One extra couple had signed up by time the party had been arranged and they all attended.
Jack and Niomi had organised take out food delivery for the main course and made desserts for the show. Guests paid a cover charge for the food and drinks and were told to bring money in small bills for the entertainment.
Jack was greeting guests and showing them in to the dining room where a white cloth and plastic sheeting had been placed over the table. The first hour was uneventful. Drinks were consumed and the first course eaten.
Niomi, who had been wearing a white fluffy bath robe asked the guests to move to the lounge or balcony while they made preparations. She climbed up on the table and made herself comfortable by using folding towels under her body at strategic points. With her long black hair almost to her waist, sparkling blue eyes and shapely figure she looked like the best table decoration ever.
Jack made sure all the appropriate dishes were on the side table and then called the guests back.
“OK everybody, the traditional Japanese Nyotaimori or body sushi is arranged all at once in a highly decorated manner. Ours is different.
Someone interrupted , “I bought some sushi once, by the time I got it home and got it cooked it tasted just like fish.”
Jack, continued, “We are going to put the food out a bit at a time. It will be spaced out so that you will not cross contaminate the pieces. You will pay a fixed price for each piece or bid on the special offers.”
Jack took twenty peanuts and spaced them out on Niomi’s body, “Just to get us going, one dollar each nut.”
He meant for everyone interested to have one or two each but Bob threw a twenty in to the pot, pushed to the front, bent over with his hands behind his back, and ate the lot with exaggerated tongue slurping.
“I hope that we have lots of peanuts,” commented Niomi mentally adding up the profit margin on nuts.
Jack had wet wipes and towels and was cleaning Niomi’s “eating areas” between guests.
Robert put a fifty in the pot and volunteered for cleaning duties so that Jack could focus on the food.
When the interest in nuts had waned a bit, Jack found the whipped cream and squirted some on each of Niomi’s nipples, decorating them with cherries.
Jack reminded them of the rules, “This one is ten dollars, in view of the cost you can lick the nipples good and clean, no rush.”
Duncan and Meg stepped forward and took a nipple each. In all of the men and four of the wives enjoyed a whipped cream and cherry nipple before the next dessert item.
Robert, when cleaning breasts and nipples, declared that he had the best job in the world, even if he had to pay to do it.
For the next round, Niomi took one grape in her mouth at a time and for twenty dollars the participants could kiss her and take the grape. Again they were told not to rush and some tongue wrestling was allowed.
They were surprised at how many of the ladies had a go. One said she was allergic to grapes so an ice cube was substituted.
Robert was not so keen on the grape game because he had less cleaning and touching so Niomi gave him a grape treat to compensate.
Niomi took a break to give everyone a chance to chat and refresh their drinks. The next event caused an uproar of excitement.
Up on the table again, Niomi spread her legs while Jack gathered several items.
He had whipped cream, orange segments, grapes, chocolate chips and M&M’s, building a very attractive fruit salad dessert in Niomi’s shaved pubic area, it looked too artistic to disturb.
Auctioning the job of demolishing the latest dessert offering, Trevor had the winning bid of one hundred dollars. His wife was the main cheerleader when he got down to business.
Robert was beside himself with excitement when he performed his cleaning duties and spent an age ensuring that her inner and outer labia were ready for the next serving.
Having established the value of the fruit salad, three guys and one lady paid another one hundred each for more creations by Jack.
Niomi took another break and the guests wondered how the next trick could possibly beat the last.
Having made sure that all the guests were ready, Niomi got back on the table this time face down.
“Robert, my butt is scrupulously clean but just check it out to reassure everyone.”
Jack went to work with his wet wipes thinking he should have paid more to have the job.
Niomi winced a little from the cold as Jack built an ice cream masterpiece in Niomi’s butt crack.
“OK, one time only no repeats and this is going to auction.”
Bob, after an interesting discussion with his wife involving a new Mercedes, bid one thousand dollars and the auction was over before it started.
Bob climbed up on the table, hovered over Niomi and got to work. He went as slowly as possible but had to maintain a certain rate as the ice cream was melting. No point in paying all that money to lick a puddle off the table cover. But he had his tongue in her butt crack long after the last drop of ice cream had melted.
Robert was waiting for cleanup and visibly excited.
“Perhaps you should leave that bit,” suggested his wife.
Niomi said she would go straight to the shower but Robert insisted that he perform his duties in case any remnants dripped on the rugs.
Much later Niomi counted the profits and declared they had enough for airfares and a bit more.
“What should we do next to cover the hotel costs?”
