"Ann, come here" I said.
"Yes" she said as she joined me in the hall
"Why is the table set for four?"
"You, me, Gerry and Tony."
"No, Ann" I said. You are to serve dinner.
I saw the dawn of realization and disappointment expressed on Ann's face. I realized I was on the right track. "And you ought to be dressed more in keeping with your role tonight." I looked her over and realized what adjustment need be made. "Just take off the slip."
I was not done with my instructions. "Now go and reset the table and tell the waiters you hired that they may help you, but they are not to come out of the kitchen. You are to be our servant."
Ann was not happy, but she did not hesitate. She reappeared in the living room about ten minutes later carrying a tray with three drinks on it which she passed out to Tony, Gerry and me. She had taken off her slip and the consequence of that act was immediately noticeable to us all. What once seemed like a fashionable outfit was now totally provocative. Where the fabric of her dress lay in a single layer against her skin, it was as i f she were wearing nothing at all. Where the fabric bunched or folded, it obscured what was underneath.
After a short while we sat down for our dinner. It was at that point that Gerry and Tony realized that Ann was having a special role that evening. They had assumed that she was busy with her preparations before which i s why she was not spending time with us in the living room, but seeing only three place settings, they realized that Ann was "working" that evening.
Ann served us smoked trout to start. I saw Tony react as her barely covered right breast brushed aganst his shoulder when she removed his plate.
Our conversation over our next course was pretty normal, but each time Ann appeared to bring something in or out, I watched as Tony's eyes followed each movement she made. At one point, while Ann was removing a salad pl ate from Gerry, Tony reached for something on the table and knocked over his wine glass. Ann reached for a napkin to blot up the wine and I saw another opportunity. Grabbing the hem of Ann's dress, I used it to create a
"dam" on the table and soak up what had been spilled. Then, with a firm sudden movement, I ripped Ann's dress off and bunched it up and used it to complete the tidying process. Ann stood there unflinching and Tony made no effort to conceal his admiration for her body. Ann's immense breasts rested on her ribcage and, although not saggy, by virtue of their size and weight, extended actually on to her upper belly. As always she was neat ly and completely shaved, without the slightest trace of stubble. After allowing herself to be visually inspected, she turned her attention to cleaning up the mess and resetting the table. She performed these tasks with energy and speed, never once stopping to put something on as she marched in and out of the dining room. We finished our meal with good appetites and I invited Tony and Gerry to join me in the library for coffee.
"You have her trained well" Tony said. "I admire the way she takes what you give in stride."
"She is special" I agreed.
"Would you take direction like that?" Tony directed his remark to Gerry.
"From certain people, without any hesitation" Gerry answered Tony but looking directly at me.
I did not miss that opening. "Gerry, go see if you and Ann can figure out some entertaiment for us" I said.
"Certainly" she answered as she got up to leave.
I offered Tony a brandy while we waited to see what Gerry and Ann would arrange.
Gerry appeared about twenty minutes later wrapped in a large terry robe. She invited Tony and I in to the master bath. We followed Gerry in and watched as she took off her robe. Ann directed her to sit astride the edg e of the tub, with one leg resting on a towel bar and the other on a tiled shelf behind the tub. The effect was for her legs to be spread apart completely. Ann arranged her apparatus before her. Using a scissors, she t rimmed closely Gerry's theretofore luxuriant pubic hair. Then, she used warm washcloths to soap and massage and soften the now trimmed area. Finally and carefully she shaved Gerry entirely, from the hairs which curled a round her bottom to those few strays which headed up towards her belly button. The whole process took at least twenty minutes. After rinsing the remnants of the soap off and rubbing the area with some sort of alcohol ba sed astringent which caused Gerry to gasp and which pinkened her vaginal lips, Ann led Gerry back, of all places, to our dining room. There Ann directed Gerry to lay back on the table. Ann disappeared into the kitchen a nd returned with a cart filled with different pints of ice cream, syrups, and other toppings. Ann said she was planning on "make your own" sundaes as the dessert and thought that there was no reason not to adhere to that plan.
"Let me show you how" she said. Ann took a spoonful of ice cream, a dollop of whipped cream and placed them on Gerry's lower belly, just above her sex. Gerry squealed with pleasure, no doubt from the soothing effect of these cold confections. Ann then proceeded to lap up this mini-sundae. She turned then to Tony and asked what flavors and toppings he liked. She followed his instructions and assembled a butterscotch sundae (vanilla ic e cream) with whipped cream, nuts and a cherry. All these ingredients were nestled in the juncture of Gerry's legs.
"Do you want a spoon?" Ann asked, "or would you simply want to take off your shirt and dive right in?"
Tony took off his tie and then his shirt and proceeded to enjoy his desert.
"How about you?" Ann said to me.
"Chocolate ice cream and marshmallow sauce" I answered.
Ann scooted on to the table and after getting the ingredients ready, leaned back and arranged herself just as Gerry. Not unlike Tony, I opened my shirt collar and started to eat. The first few mouthfuls were entirely d esert; thereafter Ann's skin and her taste started to mix in. I glanced over at Gerry and Tony. There was no trace left of Tony's sundae, but he was "licking the plate clean." Ann for her part was responding to my atte ntion. We continued this for a while, with each of Ann and Gerry seeming to draw great pleasure from our efforts. When we finished, Tony and Gerry announced that they were going to leave. Gerry went in to the bedroom t o get dressed and I told Ann that she should stay with me while Gerry got ready to go.
We went in to the living room and while Tony waited for Gerry, Ann-totally nude-and I sat on the couch and necked like teenagers. Ann, it seems, realized again that I cared for her.
Six Months Later
It had become my custom, in the summer, to invite the office staff to my farm in Sharon, Connecticut for a weekend of relaxation. This particular August weekend had been picked a few months earlier and I could not have chosen better. It was warm, but uncharacteristically, not too humid and the forecast was for much of the same weather the rest of the weekend. Ann, Clara, Sara and I had gone up to the farm the Thursday evening before everyone else was scheduled to arrive. I had arranged for a stretch limo to bring everyone else up the next day.
At about 12:30, the limousine pulled in to the driveway, and Gerry, Marie, Sharon, Maria and Lisa all clambered out. Lisa had been hired a two months earlier as Jodi's replacement. Ann and Clara showed everyone to their rooms, while Sara set out a buffet lunch. Mid-way through lunch Gerry announced that everyone had a surprise for me and that after lunch, I should go out to the pool and await my surprise.
I had just about dozed off in my lounge chair, when I heard a rustle of noise and looked up to see my surprise. What I saw was a parade of each of my "girls" marching in a straight line and then arraying themselves in a little semi-circle around me. They were all attired identically. They were wearing white tops over identical gold bikini bottoms. Their bottoms were not fitting snuggly, and to an extent they fell away from each of their lower bellys. Those of the girls who shaved did not look as undressed as did those who did not, as their pubic hair certainly was visible.
At a cue which Gerry gave, they all took off their tops, and they stood in front of me for my inspection, each with big smiles and each noticing that my erection had snuck out of the leg of my shorts.
This was a first-all of the women in my empire were standing there together having so carefully arrayed themselves in an enticing manner. Gerry then gave another signal, and in practiced unison, each girl reached for a clasp on there left hip and they unhooked one leg of their bikini bottoms which each then released. The bottoms puddled at each of the girls feet and, as they all stood before me, absolutely naked and smiling and giggling. I felt richer and more in possession of a domain than I think I ever had before.
I was wondering how my state of arousal would be resolved and Gerry, again taking the lead, asked me how I wanted to take care of "that" she said as she pointed. I had a quick answer. I skinned off my shorts and took a dollop of tanning lotion in my palm. I started to stroke myself and I told all the girls to sit near me and to follow my lead. Within five minutes we were all engaged in self- stimulation with different extents of whimpers and moans.
I could see each of the girls stimulating themselves according to each of their habits; Ann for example was simply making circular motions with her index finger on her clit; both Clara and Sara were plunging their digits in and out of their pussys. Sharon was kneading her breasts with one hand while fingering herself with the other. Maria had pushed her breasts together and was licking and sucking her nipples. Marie was on her knees, with her bottom stuck high in the air and with one hand reaching behind to play with herself from behind. This whole scene was extremely arousing for me and I felt myself getting ready to explode, as the pulse and pace quickened, and as I started to audibilize my situation, Gerry scooted over to me and positioned her face between my legs and extended her tongue in a very specific invitation to receive my cum. I accepted that invitation.
After taking a moment to catch my breath, I slipped into the pool to let the cool water cleanse and refresh me. As each of the girls reached their limit, they also made their way into the swimming pool. Plainly, this was to be a successful weekend. It was.
I was at my desk on a Monday when Ann came in to remind me that she was to meet her younger sister at the airport that afternoon. I had not met Justine before as she had spent the previous four years enrolled in medical school in Belgium. After earning her degree from the school at Louvain, she had enrolled for an additional two years of training at U.C.L.A. in order to receive a degree from that school as well and ease her way into practice in this country. Ann had described for me that Justine was about to start a three month rotation at NYU in its obstetrics and gynecology service as part of her clinical training the following week and Ann had asked if it was alright if she would be living with us for that time. I agreed and we anticipated that we would moderate our behavior at home in deference to Justine's presence.
That evening we all had dinner together. Justine was enthusiastic about her upcoming stint at NYU and she told us how medical education differs between the U.S. and Europe, with the greater emphasis on clinical education here. Over the course of the meal, Justine mentioned that she was invited out to a friend's house in the Hampton's the following weekend, and that she needed to do a little shopping as she had only brought one bathing suit with her, and could use some additional sport clothes. Ann brightened and offered to take Justine out to our shop, Vanities, and assured her that she would have a good supply of items to choose from.
"That's good Ann. It is tough to find something to fit me properly. You probably have the same problem even worse than I do."
"That's why I make sure that Vanities always has an adequate selection for people like us."
Now Justine was not quite as busty as Ann, but she clearly was well- endowed, although I could not tell quite the extent because of the blousy nature of the dress she was wearing.
"If you are going out to Vanities tomorow" I said, "I'll drive you both out there." Ann shot me a dark look, as she must have realized what I had in mind.
I pulled up in front of the apartment about noon the next day in order to drive Ann and Justine out to Vanities. Ann had not said anything to me about what I would be doing during her and Justine's trip to Vanities. The two of them hopped in to my car and both seemed to be in an upbeat mood. They had spent the morning catching up and visiting with each other. Ann asked me what was new in the office and I told her there was a lot of work piling up on our desks, but at least for the moment, no emergencies.
I dropped the two in front of the store and told them I would be back in about an hour or so and that I would take everyone out to a late lunch. Ann gave me a big smile, which I took as a blessing from her for what I was about to do. I pulled in behind the store and using my key, entered the "viewing" room.
Business wasn't bad, I judged, by the amount of activity that was going on. Several people were trying on different items and one asian girl caught my eye. She had a terrific, lithe figure. After about twenty minutes, Justine entered one of the try-on rooms with an armful of bathing suits. She hung them up one by one on a rack opposite the mirror and seemed to take some time to decide what she would put on first. Almost absentmindedly, she unbuttoned her blouse and stepped out of her slacks. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and turned to face the mirror. Justine had an impressive figure. Her breasts were large and seemed more assertive, less pendulous than Ann's and certainly not as big. Like Ann, she had a thin waist, but it was evident from the dark area at the front of her panties that she did not share Ann's shaving habit. I watched with interest as Justine tried on all the different outfits that she had selected. One that particularly appealed to me was a shocking pink T-back number which did little to cover her rear and which only had two wide vertical bands that were strategically placed to cover her nipples, but which left the sides of each breast free to catch the sun.
Shortly after I realized that Ann and Justine had finished their selections, I ducked out the back and drove the car to the front of the store to pick them up. We had a nice lunch and then headed back to the city. Ann did not ask me where I had gone while the two were shopping and I did not raise the subject either.
The next day Ann and Justine were left to their own devices to spend their time. Over dinner, they filled me in on their day touring some of Manhattan's interesting locales including the shops on Madison Avenue and lunc h in Chinatown. Ann told Justine that she would be on her own the next day as she had to get back to our office.
"I'd love to see where you work. Why don't I come up, you can show me around and I'll take you to lunch."
Justine's request unnerved Ann. We both realized the next day was Thursday-a day when we have our special dress code and when we don't ordinarily schedule visitors.