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Two: The Party
Written by Skyhook
Hannah turned her head towards the sound of the bathroom door creaking open, an involuntary shiver running through her body.
No… no, not again, please...
Her body was already screaming its discomfort, the shower tray where she knelt was hard and unforgiving, the latex stockings offered no cushioning, their tops cutting into her thighs. She'd tried wriggling her shoulders but that had offered no relief from the straps and heavy leather armbinder pinching her arms behind her, the ring just beyond her fingertips fastened to the short chain linking her ankles. She had no idea how much time had past, knelt there waiting for the next visitor, a leather blindfold covered her eyes, isolating her further.
The door clicked shut, and then she could sense someone standing in front of her. She heard a man clearing his throat, quietly, almost apologetically, then the sound of his zip being lowered.
She slowly raised her head, and after a pause opened her mouth.
When the door closed leaving Hannah alone to her coughing fit, the words 'Toilet slave' written in lipstick on her chest were glistening again.
*
Lucy took advantage of the break, stretching out on the bed, making the chain linking her collar and bedstead rattle. Her fingers probed and rubbed the sore spot growing on her thigh. Though her body was naked she was hot, the rubber hood that encased her head and neck made her skin feel sweaty, lacking in eye holes, it had just two small apertures for her nostrils and a larger one to give access to her mouth.
You'll never see them, he'd told her. Never know what they look like, never know if you've just passed one of them in the street, always wonder if that guy smiling at you at the bar, or at the shops was one of them.
The bedroom door opened; at the sound she pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her shins. Carpet-muffled footsteps moved towards the bed. I wonder what hole this one will want to fuck, she idly wondered.
“Look, she's shy,” a harsh voice said, getting laughter in reply.
Ah, Lucy thought, which holes….
*
The weekend had started off well for both of them. They'd been apprehensive on the Friday waiting outside the office door for their 4 o'clock, remembering the horrors of last week's appraisal, but he'd been in a remarkably good mood. They'd had a perfunctorily brief review of the week then he'd taken them both out for a drink and a meal. It'd been a fun evening, friends just laughing and bantering.
He'd told them about the party after the desserts, told them to be at his house for six sharp. He'd neglected to mention their duties for the evening though, just that he was having a few friends around, and needed their assistance to make the evening really memorable. Neither Hannah nor Lucy was stupid or naïve, they got the undercurrent but as the wine flowed they didn't give it much thought, just enjoyed seeing the stress of the week off in merry style.
*
Come the Saturday they both arrived on time. They'd both had the day to think about the fears they'd pushed to the back of their minds the previous night.
Hannah was told she was to be the maid for the evening; answer the door, take the guests' coats and make them a drink, keep them topped up, replenish the food table (he'd shot Lucy an odd look at this point) make sure they were comfortable. Not too bad, Hannah thought, a little degrading perhaps but I can do that, and live with the looks, even the gropes. Not jokes at my expense though – her pride flared at the idea of that. He'd sent her to one of the bedrooms then, to get dressed in the outfit he'd laid out for her.
And you, my sweet child, he'd told Lucy, have a very important role. You are to be our table, our plate for the evening. He told her to strip and lay face up on his long coffee table. She was forbidden to speak, even if addressed, to move even a twitch, at pain of… he left the sentence hanging but more pain, obviously, she knew. She did as told, settling herself on the cold oak, laying her arms down close by her sides, her legs together. When she was still he took out a roll of narrow black duct tape, stopping her sight by placing two crosses over her eyes. Relax child, he whispered in her ear, then kissed her lips softly.
Hannah smiled to her self as she got dressed. He really did mean maid, but with his usual twist. Arranged on the bed were latex stockings, long latex gloves that came up her biceps, a thong of the same material and a maid's dress, matching latex of course. It'd taken her a while to squeeze into it all, the dress especially was very tight, the skirt gripping her thighs, her breasts stretching the top as she breathed. She took time to look at herself in the mirror, smoothing down the last few wrinkles. She still wasn't totally happy with her body, but over time he'd begun to convince her that her curves were beautiful. Well, they were certainly on display tonight for all to see. Hannah took a final look at her self, turning in the mirror before slipping into the stiletto heels he'd left out for her and going back down into the sitting room. And, oh, what had he done to Lucy?
The girl was almost covered. He'd arranged food all over her body; cold cuts of meat, fruit in the valley between her legs, seafood on her stomach; mussels, prawns, salmon, sun dried tomatoes elsewhere, salad, peppers, more. She was a feast for the senses. He handed Hannah a platter with the leftovers, so she could replenish Lucy's skin if needed. Everyone was set, they just had to wait for the guests to arrive.
*
Hannah poured another drink for the guy in the black turtle neck jumper, ignoring his hand slowly moving up and down the back of her thigh. She was glad her skirt was so tight he couldn't get his hand any higher. On the whole though, the guests had been quite restrained. Lucy had been picked clean, and whether by design or planning she'd almost been ignored, treated like part of the furniture, the conversations passing over her head, containing no mention of her. The odd hand had strayed to her breasts, a finger finding its way inside her, but mostly she'd been objectified. Hannah found herself wishing she was in her place as she watched a guest lean forward to gently lick a trail of juice from Lucy's skin.
It was noticeable to Hannah though, as she stood quietly waiting until she was needed that some of the guests were getting a little tipsy. Not enough to scare her; for one thing she knew he would be in control of the situation, but the noise levels were rising in the room.
He must have noticed the change too, his body language had altered; more keen, he was looking around more at the group rather than concentrating on his conversation (with a rather earnest looking chap in Lennon glasses). Eventually he raised his hand – “Hannah, come here please, stand in front of the table”. His voice, as ever was calm and measured, but carried enough weight to bring silence to the room. Hannah was acutely aware that all eyes were on her as she walked over to where Lucy still lay.
“Hannah”, she could hear the friendly smile in his voice now, “Please strip for the gentlemen, remove your dress and knickers. We wish to… see you”.
She didn't move. Suddenly a hundred thoughts were racing through her head. It was one thing serving these men dressed as she was, but to be naked in front of them, these strangers, and why? What had he planned next? No, she thought, no surely he won't let them take me? He's not going to stand by and watch me fucked by them all? Oh, she was his slut alright, but just his; this was too much. How many men had she slept with in her life? And how many were in this room now?
“Hannah, we are waiting”. She looked directly at him, her head tilted on one side. She shook it slowly, mouthed a silent 'please' at him, her eyes pleading. He smiled back at her, he knew her thoughts, her fears. “And when you have stripped for us, go into the bathroom and wait for me”.
Her next problem, of course, was how to remove the latex with some shred of dignity left intact. It fought her, but finally she could drop the dress to the floor, after that removing her knickers to fully expose herself seemed easy. There was relief even, to be out of the sticky dress, the air cool on her skin, the feeling overcoming even her reluctance to be naked in front of these strangers.
She gave him a small, tight nod, and walked to the stairs; relieved. She knew she'd done a good job that night, risen to the challenge when he'd pushed her at the end, and that he'd tell her so when he joined her in the bathroom. She wanted to hold him, smell him, press herself against him. Be kissed by him.
Tonight wasn't so bad, she told herself, and now it's all over, all over….
*
“Cards, gentlemen? Michael, could you set up the table and pack for us? You know where I keep everything, and please start without me, I'll attend to the rest of the evening's facilities and entertainment.”
He turned towards Lucy, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “Good girl, Lucy, I'm proud of you. Take my hand please, I'm going to guide you to the bedroom.”
Lucy sat up slowly, almost in a trance. She brushed her skin down, checking for any remains of the food that had dressed her. Taking her hand like a shy suitor, he helped her up and gently guided her out the room.
The bedroom door closed behind them, he wrapped Lucy tight in his arms and dusted her with feather kisses, his voice so soft she had to strain to hear him. She adored these tender moments, just him and her, the rest of the world faded away.
He told her to keep her eyelids closed, the lights had been dimmed in the room but she'd been blinded a long time. Gently he prised the tape from her eyes, trying not to stretch her delicate skin too much. It still stung, but his fluttering kisses on her eyelids helped. Eventually she tested the lights, opening her eyes hesitantly. Her vision was blurred but slowly he came into focus.
Just him, just her, in the room. That was all and everything she knew then, all she wanted, just him.
“Lucy, I need you to be good for me… I have a little task for you, I want you to look after my friends……”
©Skyhook September 2009