Thank you dear readers for opening the link on this story. This is the second part of a continuing series and will be better enjoyed if you first check out "Mary - Ch 1: Landscaping" which can be found on my Elanworb profile page. If you like this writing, please rate it! All feedback is appreciated and read.
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"Through your efforts and the generosity of our community our bake sale has helped to raise well over $1000 for the fight on childhood obesity." Over used cheap foundation was causing fissures along every wrinkle on the sagging pudgy face of the woman at the podium. She had squeezed into a powder blue suit complete with skirt and shoulder pads straight from the nineteen eighties. Flanked by her three, very chubby kids, she droned on and on in a grating, nasally, voice bemoaning the negative health effects of being overweight. The entire audience of upper class women cringed with each word.
Mary slouched in her chair watching the uncomfortable woman's failed efforts at professionalism. "Who holds a bake sale to fight obesity?" She was dressed for the mid-July heat with a lightly colored floral print summer dress. The long material waved gently with the air conditioning keeping Mary comfortable. "How did you ever convince me to come to something like this?"
Her oversized sun hat was draped off the back of her chair with her purse. Designer sunglasses tossed casually above her dinner plate. The bland overpriced meal was barely touched. At $150 a plate she had expected something at least palatable. The wait staff though... They had been a delightful distraction. Attractive young men and women with high skirts or overly tight pants. The heat in the room, and hurried nature of their work, was giving them an excuse to unbutton their light dress shirts to just below appropriate, but just above unseemly. The sexually frustrated audience was continually given a titillating show with every deep bend to place or remove a dish, all in the hopes that tips in excess of the bill would be found beneath the plates once the tables were cleared.
Mary's eyes were constantly darting from buttocks to cleavage, to sculpted chests. Some of the servers were dedicated to keeping the coffee cups topped up while others were moving dishes of food and empty plates. The venue had really gone all out for the luncheon and hired a veritable army of attractive young people to serve.
Betty was looking nervously around the room, trying to gage how many people heard the off hand comment. "Fighting childhood obesity is the pet project of the governor's wife. We are here to support the governor."
"Bullshit. The governor's wife isn't even here. You are here to be seen by these upper class bitches just to try and prove to them you aren't some gold digging floosy."
A petite curvaceous brunette had bent low in front of them, ostensibly to top up their untouched coffee cups. She smiled at Mary's comment adjusting her collar and neck line as she straightened up ensuring the two women had a prolonged show. Mary caught her eye "This heat must be really getting to you and the other staff. I can't imagine having to wear all that clothes in this. I would much rather be by my pool relaxing in the shade wearing much less restrictive clothing... Wouldn't you?"
She blushed and bit her lower lip smiling. "That does sound delightful, but I have to work today, and I left my bathing suit at home."
"Who said anything about needing a suit?" Mary leered.
With a smile and toss of her shoulder length hair she went off to repeat the procedure at the next table, bending again for the other attendees, but this time providing the two women with a rear view display. She even did a shoulder check to make sure her efforts weren't in vain. Mary's smile broadened as the woman's face got even redder.
"Behave yourself Mary. Please." Betty implored in a hushed tone as Mary openly ogled the waitress's derrière. Betty was getting more and more worried that the other guests would hear Mary. The speaker's horrendous voice was drowning out most of the between table conversation, but sometimes snippets would filter through. The wrong snippet from Mary could spell disaster. The waitress finished with the table and looked back again over her shoulder, tossing a flirtatious wink at Mary.
"My, my, the staff certainly is playful today."
"Please mistress, please keep your voice down." Betty whispered to Mary. Knowing that Mary cared nothing for the status that this luncheon would bestow, she hoped referring to their Dominant and submissive relationship would keep Mary civil.
Mary looked over at her friend with a sly look and a raised eyebrow. Betty flushed and bowed her head. After the comment to the waitress she should have known better than to remind Mary of the power she has. If she stayed quiet maybe the comment will pass and nothing too tasking will happen.
The audience provided half-hearted applause as the bake sale woman finally stepped away from the microphone, dabbing tears from her eyes. The chairwoman gave the large woman a pat on the shoulder and stepped up to the podium. "Such a moving and powerful story." She said unconvincingly. The shuffling and nervous coughs echoing around the room implied that no one had heard or cared about anything said before. She continued "In just a few minutes the governor's motorcade will be arriving. Until then the servers will be bringing out your desserts and more coffee. So please enjoy." The chairwoman stepped back nervously looking at her watch and wringing her hands. A mousy woman in last year's business attire and bobbed hair hurried up to her. She whispered something to the chairwoman who threw up her hands and stormed off, chased quickly by the mouse. The room exploded in conversation, everyone talking at once, no one able to clearly hear anyone else.
The motorcade must be running late, thought Mary. No surprise considering the busy schedule of a politician. Betty must be getting bored too, to call me mistress in public, even if it was quietly... If she wants to play we can play. As a matter of fact, that just might be the thing to liven up this afternoon. She turned to Betty with a mischievous smile. "I have a task for you."
"Shit." Betty whispered. "You did hear that then."
"There are always ways out." Mary reminded her "If you want me to stop, you know how, and you know I will."
"Just please miss, these ladies... I want them to like me." Betty's worried eyes were darting from table to table wondering who could hear them. For all her worry though she couldn't stop nibbling on her lower lip.
"That wasn't a no." Mary murmured. The subtle sign of desire was not lost on Mary and she was certain that two fingers slipped inside Betty's underwear would reveal a swamp of pleasure. Since that first afternoon of play, Betty had continually found paper thin excuses to visit Mary. The visits invariably turned to play with Betty eager to experience more of the world that she had stumbled upon. The play allowed the two women to explore each other, to learn how to please each other, and it had allowed Mary to train Betty to be the kind of submissive she wanted, nothing to replace her submissive husband Jean, but just something to add to their own play.
Betty's training uncovered hidden desires in the submissive woman, including a fantasy involving risky public play such as this. Mary knew she would have to be careful to push her limits. Push too hard and she would shut down.
Playing with Betty also served to scratch a near constant kinky itch that Mary felt when Jean was absent, which was far too often. The rare video chats between them, did little more than increase their mutual sexual frustration. The last one, just three nights ago, had included Betty. On camera Mary explained to Jean what was happening in his absence and reminded him of their agreement on same sex relations not counting as cheating. During the explanation and detailed description of how the relationship started, Mary slowly unbuttoned and removed Betty's white silk blouse. While she detailed how Betty initiated all the subsequent visits insisting on more experiences each time, she undid and slid off Betty's black silk skirt. As she assured Jean that he was not being replaced she removed Betty's lacey pink bra. Jean had a sharp intake of breath when Betty's achingly erect nipples were exposed. The sound caused Betty to blush, glowing red from her navel to the top of her head.
