Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Ram's Mates ch-4 "ERIK!" "For Pete's sake Erik! Get your tongue out of me and answer me!" "Uuh. What you want?" "We have been living here for nearly two weeks! Don't you think it is time that I learn just what the Ram wants me to do?" "Why? You doing it!" "Oh, for Pete's sake - surely the Ram intended that I do more than just laze around and let you fuck me? Didn't you say something about a party?" "Oh, yeah. We are going to a party." "When? What shall I wear? And just what kind of party will it be?" "Don't bother, They got clothes for you to wear. We are going to the party to get money!" Erik's bald statement floored me. "And just how do we get money at a party?" "I take pictures and then we sell them back to the other people at the party. It is very simple." "And just how did you come up with this idea?" "Like everything else, Ram tell Erik." "Are you saying that you can talk to the Ram?" "Not exactly. Ram talk in Erik's mind. He tell me what we are to do - where we are to go - and when." "Well don't you think you should at least share this message with me? Just what am I supposed to do at this money-making party?" "You go and have fun. Erik take pictures. You put spell on Erik so he not get hurt. Erik no get shot, no get punched, no get stabbed, no get knocked down. There are some very bad people at this party. Other than that, you have great sex fun." "Are you expecting me to get the men into indiscreet situations so that we can blackmail them?" "No. These people not mind funny sex pictures. They just bluff their way through. We going to get pictures of something they really want to protect then they eager to buy the negatives of the pictures. You wait. Erik show you when time is ripe." Obviously, that was all I was going to get from my stunted little lover-boy so I just mulled over what little I had been told. From what Erik had said, The Ram was keeping some kind of surveillance upon the two of us and it was best that I not pursue that subject any further. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX We were driving through possibly the seediest part of the city. Finally, I could not withhold my curiosity any more. "Erik this is not the part of town where I would expect to meet multi-millionaires so how are we expected to find a ready source of handy cash?" "That is exactly the secret. These people are big, rich horny bastards. What you see here is what they use to hide their horny games. Who would think of looking for a millionaire's sex party in a run-down old hotel like that? Stop here!" Fortunately there wasn't any traffic so I was able to stop right in the middle of the street. Erik leaned out of his open window and began snapping pictures of a dilapidated old building. I could just barely make out the name. "Do you mean to tell me that this is where the party is to be held?" `Sure. Horny rich bastards need maintain privacy so many years ago they get together and pony up the money to buy and renovate this old hotel. Since then this has been their secret. Most of them are hypocrites. They are on many committees to stamp out pornographic stores and shops so they must hide their own predilection for wild sex. That is what we are going to trade upon. The one thing they can't stand is for the public to discover their two-faced sexual attitude. So we take pictures and threaten to give them to the newspapers. You just wait and see. They will be glad to buy negatives and we get a lot of money. Now, turn in here!" I damn near missed the entrance to what turned out to be an under-ground garage. A monster of a man stepped out of the shadows and held out his hand. Erik handed me the envelope that contained our invitations and I, in turn, handed them to the goliath guarding the gate to hell. This man's appearance was enough to tell me why Erik had needed my protective spell. Once the guard waved us into the garage, I started looking for a parking spot, but Erik sensed what I was doing and told me to cruise through the garage. I had no idea what he was going to do until he once more leaned out of his window and began taking pictures of the parked cars. Erik volunteered a short succinct explanation, "License plates help us identify owners." When he finally stopped taking pictures of license plates, I slid the car into a parking slot and we got out. "You go there." He pointed to a dingy-looking door. "And I go there -he pointed to a different door that was equally dingy in appearance- and we meet here when party over." He was indicating a door marked, "WOMEN". I walked across the greasy garage floor and, hesitantly, entered the door that Erik had indicated. I was immediately swept up into a horde of pretty, young women in various stages of undress. All of them were about my age and, as I gaped at them, a rather large, middle-aged, black woman plowed through the mass of female flesh and stopped directly in front of me. "Name?" "Jezebel." "You got an invite?" As she said this, she held out her hand. I didn't bother answering her. I just stuck my invitation into her extended hand. She scanned it minutely before saying anything more. "Your locker is number thirty-three - over there. Bras are on that table and your skirt is in your locker. If you need any adjustments, holler out for Mamie - that's me." I was just about to answer her when someone yelled out for, `Mamie' and she was gone. I walked over to the table that held literally dozens of bras, but I gasped when I looked down upon the bras that lay upon the table. They were all of the `shelf' variety! I quickly looked at some of the other women and the tits of each one of them were totally exposed. The bras they were wearing served only to support their tits from below. I picked out a bra that I thought would fit me and hunted up locker number 33. There was no lock on the door so I swung it open and, once more, I was astonished. There was just one piece of apparel in the locker and that piece was a very tiny skirt! Obviously, all of the women workers were to be virtually naked. Erik had been quite accurate in his estimate of the ribald attitude of these people. I slipped out of my street clothes and stepped into the skirt. I pulled it up to a point where I would normally wear a skirt- just above my belly button. I quickly realized that, if I did that, both my cunt and my ass would be completely exposed! So I gradually lowered the skirt until my ....uh.. privates were covered - almost. I it was obvious that this skirt was made so that it just barely covered the top of my slit and my ass! There was a long dressing mirror near my locker so I stepped over and looked at the picture I was presenting to the public. I might as well have been naked for all the coverage these scanty pieces of cloth afforded me! Both the bra and the skirt were fashioned from some kind of material that had a red-and-white pattern of squares. I almost laughed for I looked like a farm whore. There were two more items in my locker. One was a pair of pink sandals and the other was an extremely blond wig that sported two long, braided pig tails. Now I did look exactly like a wanton female just off the farm! As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, Mamie came up behind me and slid a finger into my exposed ass! "Okay, baby you work at the snack table in the ball room. You go through that door and up the stairs. Don't forget, you are one of the snacks!" In this stupid getup, I felt like a complete idiot, but I made my way out and up to the ball room. I felt certain that I would be able to easily recognize Erik because of his diminutive size. Oh, how wrong I was! Another shock awaited me there for, as I looked around, I was surprised to see that all of the waiters were short men just like Erik! Each waiter was wearing a tuxedo jacket, a stiff front shirt and bow tie, a weird sort of mask that covered their head down to their nose and NOTHING ELSE! I promptly gave up on looking for Erik The ballroom was huge and it was full of mostly middle-aged men and women - gyrating in some kind of pagan dance. At first glance, everyone looked to be dressed in very formal wear. The men were wearing dinner jackets, stiff white shirts and bow ties whereas the women were all clad in clinging satin gowns. Then I saw that every man was naked from the waist down with his cock blatantly exposed to the public and, as they danced, some of those cocks swung back and forth while others were held firmly in the hands of the man's partner! I stared in disbelief. This wasn't a dance - it was a mass masturbation! And it wasn't only the men who were being pleasured. As they whirled past me, I saw that every gown was slit from the floor to the navel and the man's hand was not only cupping the female's cunt but, in numerous cases, the hand of the man was jouncing up and down inside the female's cunt. This hand inside of the female's cunt lent a leaping aspect to this strange dance motion. Suddenly, there was an abrupt cascade of musical notes and every couple fell to the floor. The jouncing of the man's hand never ceased nor eased and soon every female was writhing in the throes of an orgasm! As the orgasms of the females approached their conclusions, each male suddenly pulled his hand out of the female's cunt and - with one swift movement - filled her cunt once more only this time it was his cock that he rammed into her very guts! I was so entranced by this spectacle that I did not notice the man and woman who appeared at my side. "Is this your first balluga?" I turned and looked into the eyes of a middle aged female dressed in the satin gown that all of the other female party-goers were wearing. I turned to my other side and gazed down at a rather large cock that obviously belonged to her dance partner. "Uh, I don't know what a, `balluga' is, and I have never seen this spectacle before." "A balluga is a ritual pagan fertility dance. As you may gather, after participating in a balluga, a number of women would become pregnant. Not so with this bunch since most of us are beyond the child-bearing age. Now we just have these fetes for the pleasure it gives us. Interested?" I couldn't hardly deny my excited interest for my tits were rising and falling in a most rapid way as my breathing rate increased and my excitement grew. "Come girl. There will be another balluga in a few minutes. I shall find you a suitable partner. Someone who will not be too rough on you, but someone, who can bring you to the very brink of ecstasy. Ah, yes. There is your partner now!" How the two of them knew what was to take place, I never knew, but a handsome fifty-year-old male suddenly stood in front of me. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, his right hand cupped my cunt lips and two fingers slid inside of me. "Care to dance?" "I'm not certain that I`m to be allowed to dance after all I am here to serve the important guests." The woman spoke. "Nonsense my dear, we all recognized you the minute you stepped through the door. We know what you are!" "What do you think I am?" "Oh, my dear, your tits gave you away. Those black tits told everyone immediately that you are a mate of the Ram. You needn't concern yourself that your secret is known for we are all from the old country and women such as you are part and parcel of our traditional beliefs. Children are always told to be wary of any such female as you, but we are not children! Can you tell me what your initiation was like?" "I'm afraid not." Fortunately I was saved from more inquisitive questions by the man standing there for his fingers suddenly became very active in my cunt. There was no chance that I would refuse so in response to the pressures of his fingers in my cunt the two of us glided onto the dance floor. I had been so preoccupied with this man's possession of my body that I had not noticed that the other female was moving along with us in the direction of the dance floor. Quite obviously, our joint male partner's fingers on his left hand were deep in this elderly female's cunt. She looked over at me, smiled, and then explained, "This is a trilingulla! It can be danced with either two men and a woman or two women and a man. Sometimes, when there aren't any men available, three of us women will merge our bodies and do this dance for our mutual pleasure. Oh. Oh. The music is beginning!" As she said this, the fingers of her left hand slid excitingly up into my ass! There was a patent invitation in her eyes so I slid the fingers of my right hand into her very highly greased ass! Obviously, these women were prepared for any demands on their bodies that their partners might make. My female partner leaned over and said, "You take his cock and I shall handle his balls!" I was too excited to even think about what she was saying so I roughly reached down and took hold of a live, erect cock. Instinctively, I slid my hand up and down along that flesh pole and my own arousal became stronger and stronger. I thought I would have difficulty in following the steps of that heathen dance, but that was not to be. The movements of my partner's fingers provided enough of a stimulus so that I soon found myself jumping and hollering with all of the other whores. Four fingers twitching and wriggling in your cunt will do that to you. I do not know how many times I came. It seemed as though I were on a climax machine for I was coming constantly! As suddenly as the music had started; it stopped! The three of us stood there panting in an attempt to regain our breath. The man opposite me was replaced by a new comer and, when the music began, the two of us were off on our fucking, leaping Balluga. I couldn't keep count of how many times I changed partners, but the dancing seemed to go on forever. I was just about to make my connection with another partner when I felt a touch on my shoulder. I turned and there stood one of the little male waiters. "I take message for you." From the sound of that voice, I knew it was Erik. He had a folded slip of paper in his hand which he handed to me. I opened it to see that the message contained just two words: "LEAVE NOW!" I turned to my prospective partner and said, "I'm sorry, but I must answer this. Perhaps we can start off next time where we are leaving off tonight?" He nodded and I turned and followed Erik out of the ballroom where the first couple I had met awaited us. I had not realized just how spent I was until we left the ballroom. Then, I nearly collapsed. The two men helped me to get to the car and, when the back door was opened, I automatically crawled inside and laid down upon the seat. In seconds, I was fast asleep. 1The Ram's Mates ch-4