Peter knocked at Laura's door at 6:00 on Saturday evening. He was wearing his grey track suit over his maids outfit. When Laura and Steve let him in, they were very blasé with him. There was no teasing or cynicism. They simply spoke to him calmly and firmly, as though he were hired help. He almost wished they would mock and ridicule him, and draw attention to that fact that his role here was not natural, that it was a mockery of the natural order. Their neutral attitudes and matter of fact tones made it seem that this dream, this pantomime, had become a reality.
Peter went into the small room, and changed into his maid's outfit. He was asked to lift his skirt and turn around slowly when he came to Laura and Steve for inspection, and then sent back to smear more oil on his ass, balls, and all the bare skin between his garter belt and his stocking tops. When he came back out these areas were slick and shining. Laura reminded him to walk in a flouncing and girlish way, and Steve reminded him to keep smiling.
Laura explained to him that they were having a party that night, and that he would serve the party. She instructed him on how to answer the door, and introduce himself to the guests. She corrected his voice when she asked him to practice his greeting, insisting that he should speak in a feminine falsetto. She told him how to first take the guests' coats and bags, and put them in the small room, and then come back and ask them what they wanted to drink. She told him to watch to make sure their glasses were never empty. She told him to make sure that all ashtrays were clean, and that empty glasses weren't left sitting around. She told him to make sure that bowls of peanuts and dried fruit were full. She told him that when he was not busy, he should come around with trays of snacks.
She showed him the drinks in the kitchen, and then asked him to prepare cheese and crackers, and sausages on sticks. The guests began arriving at 8:00, and he was almost immediately struggling to keep up with all the things that he needed to do. It was especially difficult in the high heels, and while maintaining a feminine style of walking. The guests were all very trendy, good looking young people, and apart from the initial giggles, they largely ignored him, perhaps hoping that by ignoring him they would seem worldlier. They simply stated their order for drinks, or called him over for snacks, and thanked him blandly. They were all busy mingling, and he stumbled about at his tasks for the most part unnoticed. Whenever he passed Steve, Steve whispered to him "Keep smiling," and Peter reaffixed the false smile to his face.
By ten o'clock, there were about twenty people crowded into the room, and he had begun to fall behind in his tasks. The orders for drinks and snacks were no longer courteous, but impatient. People had entered the apartment that he had failed to greet at the door, and take jackets from, as he had been so busy fetching drinks.
Suddenly, from amidst the murmur of all the voices, he heard Cindy's voice, like the trickle of clear water in a desert storm. He heard her surprised laugh, and: "Peter is here." She was wearing a long jacket, holding it closed at the throat. Brian stood beside her, with his arm over her shoulder, pulling her in close to him. As he hurried over to them, she smiled at him with a warm yet condescending expression.
"May I take your coat, Master," he said. Brian slipped off his jacket, and handed it to Peter, saying nothing.
"May I take your jacket, Cindy." Cindy slipped off her jacket and handed it to him with a gracious smile. She was wearing a short skirt, black, shining ankle length boots, light black stockings and a tight sweater. She was wearing makeup, and hanging silver earrings. She smiled at him warmly, with condescension, and said sweetly, "Thank you, Peter." His cock began to swell, and tug his balls away from his body. As he carried their jackets to the small room, he felt contented. This is how it should be. She was natural and comfortable in treating him as a servant now, and her sweet "thank you Peter" was enough for him. He would dedicate himself to being Brian's slave, just so that he could experience the pleasure of serving Cindy: hearing her say "thank you Peter;" seeing her smile at him in a condescending way. He was just the help now, and that was the most he could hope to be. As Brian's slave, he would have chances to serve Cindy, and hear the gracious voice of her gratitude. It was enough.
He went back, and served Brian and Cindy drinks. He made sure to show them through his expression that he was happy and satisfied with his position. Cindy seemed comfortable with seeing him in this role now, and he knew that as long as he did not tell her again that he loved her, his dedication and his resolution would allow her to accept his service naturally and willingly. He continued his struggle to keep up with his tasks, but it was now easier for him to remember to keep the smile fixed to his face. Whenever he caught a glimpse of Cindy, his cock began to grow, and give him a stomachache, so he avoided looking at her too much. It was enough for him to know that she was there, and his role for the evening was to serve her as well as the other guests. Whenever he held the tray for her to take a snack, or refilled her drink, she smiled at him warmly and condescendingly, and thanked him graciously with her musical voice, and for this he gladly accepted his role as Brian's slave.
By about 12:00, many of the people had gone on to a Disco called Babyface. There were about twelve people left in the room. Laura came to Peter, and took him into the small room. She told him to take off the maid's costume. He pulled it over his head, and stood before her in only the garter belt, stockings, panties, pink collar, white sandals, blonde wig and cock cage. She straightened the straps of his garter belt, front and back, and then tidied his panties so that they sat tidily over his cock cage. She told him to spread more oil over his body. While he was doing this she said. "In a few minutes, you will hear your song, and you can come in and give us your dance."
"Yes, Ms"
She left him alone in the room. He felt very nervous, and very embarrassed, and his face was red and sweating. He was resolved, however, to perform to the best of his ability. He wanted Cindy to see that he was nothing; that she didn't need to worry about anything when he was around. He wanted Cindy to see him as nothing more than Brian's slave, and to accept this as the natural order, and behave naturally toward him in this role. He wanted her to move past pitying him, or considering him as a person. He wanted to thrill in the condescension of her thank you's and her smiles, and the knowledge that these were not at all required, that they were just gracious gestures on her behalf.
From beyond the door, he heard the sound of a spoon or a fork tapping a glass, and Brian's voice calling "Hi, everyone, can I have your attention. This is a big night for our maid Peter. Tonight, he is coming out of the closet, and embracing his nature as a homosexual. I hope you will all welcome him warmly, and give him your encouragement."
Kylie Minogue's Can't Get you out of My Heart began to play. Peter's hands were shaking with stage fright, and butterflies were rollicking inside him. He opened the door, and began his dance to the center of the room, as Laura had taught him. Everyone cheered and whistled. He noticed immediately that Cindy was cheering as well. Her expression was bright, shocked and amused, but very merry. She was seated on the sofa with Brain in the far corner of the room behind the coffee table.
Peter shimmied and wiggled, bent over and rubbed his fingers down the panty covered crack of his ass. He sucked his fingers, blew kisses, winked and humped his ass. He stroked his cock cage, under the silk panties, and his thighs and his nipples. He ignored the roars of laughter, and the questions about his cock cage. He saw that Cindy was having a great time, smiling brightly, and sharing in the hilarity of the audience, and this was all that mattered to him. He kept smiling.
When the song finished, he stood waiting meekly for the next, so that he could offer individual lap dances, but Laura turned off the music, and Sean came forward with a large, lifelike rubber cock, and stuck it to the coffee table in front of Brian and Cindy by banging it down on the suction cup at its base. Cindy looked at the big fake cock in disgust, curling one side of her lip, and lifting one nostril.
"Ok Peter," Sean said, "show us what you've got!"
Peter looked down. He whimpered, "Oh please no, Master, not this."
"Come on," Brian said, "this is your big chance to let Cindy know you've become a gay. Do a good job and I'll take of the cage and let you jack off once."
Laura came and stood beside him. "Get down on your knees, and crawl over to it."
He sighed, and groaned in despair, and then got down on his knees and crawled toward the rubber cock. Cindy glared at him from behind the coffee table and the cock with absolute scorn. She narrowed her eyes and held his eyes as though daring him to sink to this level. His mouth was in front of the rubber cock now, and Laura crouched down beside him, and whispered to him softly, and encouragingly, "Lick it all over, like an ice cream."
He followed her instructions. Cindy let out a disgusted hiss. She kept staring into his eyes.
"That's good, good little fag, lick the balls now," Laura said encouragingly.
