Several hours later, the yard was tidy, the house was spotless, and Amber's laundry was washed and put away. I went to the grocery and liquor store and got everything I needed and then rushed to my house for a quick shower. My phone chimed as I was getting dressed.
*Bank I'm on my way home. Have a glass of wine ready for me.*
A second later I got another text. This was a group chat with Sarah and Claire.
*Hey girls! I'm on my way home. Come over any time!*
Claire immediately sent a thumbs up.
I hurried over to Amber's house and poured a glass of wine. I kept an eye on the front window and busied myself with prepping dinner.
I saw Amber's car pull into the driveway and park behind my BMW, which she had been keeping in her driveway lately. I hurried to the door and opened it just as she walked up the steps. She looked stunning as always. Her form fitting pants and ivory blouse were sexy, and she had a contented, relaxed expression on her face.
"Hey bank! Everything ready for tonight?"
"Yes Miss" I answered, handing her the glass of wine.
She took a sip and stood on the porch, admiring the yard.
"Looks good out here bank" she said, absently patting me on the head.
"Thanks" I was nearly glowing with pleasure.
"I had the best day!" she sighed and stretched. My eyes were drawn to her low cut blouse as her breasts rose. I saw the lacy hint of her white bra. "I can't tell you how amazing it is to relax at a spa, knowing you're here working for me all day, getting things ready for my friends to come over."
She looked at me appraisingly.
"It sort of hit me when I was getting my massage. It seems like my days of doing laundry and cleaning and washing dishes are done forever, aren't they bank?"
I swallowed and nodded.
She walked over to me and started playing idly with one of the buttons on my shirt.
"All those annoying little things that make life dull and boring...now I have you to do them for me. Those things are beneath me, don't you think?"
I nodded. It was probably Amber's proximity - I could smell her delicate perfume and I had a great view of her cleavage as she stood right in front of me - but my penis was starting to harden. Surely it wasn't reacting to the prospect of being her servant for the rest of my life, was it?
"I'm glad you agree. I'm far too pretty to do dishes, don't you think?"
She looked up at me with an exaggerated smile and batted her eyelashes at me. Her hand slid over and she started playing with one of my nipples through my shirt.
"Uh...yes..Miss" I managed to croak.
She laughed and gave my nipple a sharp squeeze. I groaned. My cock was aching relentlessly.
"The only annoying thing I have left is my job." She pouted a little, obviously enjoying being overly dramatic.
"I think we'll probably do something about that soon, won't we bank?"
"Miss?" I said. It was genuinely difficult to follow her conversation when she was pulling and pinching my nipple through my shirt.
"Oh bank...you can be so dense sometimes."
She let her hand drop away from me, and I sighed with relief and maybe a little regret at the same time. She gave another small stretch which pushed her breasts up towards me.
"God I'm so relaxed! My favorite masseur was available and he REALLY took his time." She gave me a naughty wink. I suppressed a groan as I imagined someone running his hands all over her.
"Do you...I mean...what do you wear when you get a massage?" I asked. I couldn't help it.
She laughed and gave me a knowing look.
"I'm naked, silly! You can't get a massage with clothes on."
She took another sip of her wine, looking at my pained expression over the rim of her glass.
"Well, I wear a little towel over my ass, but that doesn't mean he can't put his hands under it. Let's go inside."
She brushed past me, ignoring my stricken look.
I dutifully followed her inside. She closed the door behind me and looked at me expectantly with her eyebrows raised.
"Uh...I'm sorry?" I stammered, wracking my brain for what she could be waiting for.
She sighed.
"Take off my shoes, bank. I feel like I shouldn't have to tell you that."
"Yes Miss of course" I said hurriedly, dropping to my knees in front of her.
Placing her hands on my head for balance, she delicately lifted one foot and placed the heel on my thigh. The toe of her shoe slid over slightly until it was pressing firmly into my crotch. I felt my eyes widen and groaned. Amber ignored me as I fumbled with the complicated straps and buckles that kept her heels on her feet, gently caressing her ankle and foot as I finally slid her shoe off her. I was intensely aware that my face was inches away from her pussy as I knelt in front of her. She switched feet, again pressing the toe of her shoe against the steel cage.
Her fingers worked through my hair idly. I felt a shiver go down my back. I imagined kneeling in front of her, going down on her while she held me in place with her hands in my hair like she was doing now. Amber put more pressure on my crotch and I groaned again as my cramped cock railed against its tiny prison.
"Oh - tell me about your talk with our neighbor."
I took a second to organize my thoughts, and then filled her in on all of the events of that morning, including how she and a few other women had seen me try to cross the yard to my house naked the other night.
I got her shoe off part of the way through my story, but I was more than content to remain on my knees in front of her.
Amber was amused at my tale, and laughed out loud at several moments. When I was done, she chuckled and patted me on my head.
"It sounds like Helen and Rick are going to have a very interesting time. I'll have to stop by and introduce myself to her - she sounds like a lot of fun!"
She thought for a second.
"But also, clearly I'm not giving you enough work to do to keep you busy and out of trouble if you have time to hang out with strange women, wouldn't you say?"
I closed my eyes. I knew there was only one response she would accept.
"Yes Miss."
"Glad we agree. I'll amend your chore list for the weekend accordingly. Now put my shoes away and get started on dinner. I think Claire and Sarah will be here in thirty minutes or so."
I rose to my feet and put her shoes away, then busied myself in the kitchen. Amber disappeared in her room, emerging ten minutes later dressed in a pair of jeans and a t shirt. The jeans hugged her curves tightly, and the t shirt struggled to contain her large breasts. She flopped on the couch and started flicking through shows as I worked.
"Refill, bank."
I hurried to the couch to pour her a fresh glass. She looked up at me for a second before returning to the TV.
"Don't you think you should have drinks ready for Claire and Sarah when they get here?"
I nodded. Of course. I should have thought of that.
"Yes Miss. Of course."
I went back to the kitchen and started preparing a margarita. I squeezed a lime into a shaker and added orange liqueur, tequila, ice, and a touch of salt. I hoped Claire didn't mind a plain glass without a salt rim - I didn't think I had enough time for that. I shook the drink and poured it carefully into a glass, letting most of the ice flow into the glass to keep it chilled. Next I prepared an old fashioned - Sarah's drink - with a nice bourbon, some simple syrup I had made up earlier that day in anticipation of this, and a little orange bitters. I carefully pulled an orange peel and placed it in the glass delicately. Just as I finished I heard a car pull up.
Amber sat up and gave me a warning look.
"You're to be on your absolute best behavior, bank. Is that clear?"
I swallowed.
"Yes Miss."
"I'm serious. If any of us have any complaints at all about your service or attitude you'll be very sorry. Remember that your training is a reflection of me, not you. Don't embarrass me."
I blanched slightly.
"Yes...yes Miss. I won't."
She held my gaze for another second before nodding.
"Good bank. Now go greet Claire at the door."
I opened the door before Claire had an opportunity to knock. She was dressed in a short navy skirt that showed off her thin legs, with a tight fitting white shirt tucked into it, accentuating her small waist. Her long straight black hair hung to the small of her back, and she had a pair of trendy sunglasses pushed back on her head. She was smiling a little shyly, which looked cute with her smallish nose and mouth. I thought she looked a few years younger than Amber and Sarah- perhaps early twenties. She was thin and slightly on the short side - perhaps five foot three or four, I thought. But where Sarah was athletic and muscular, Claire had more of a willowy build.
I spoke first.
"Welcome, ma'am." I said in what I hoped was a passable maître d' impression. I held up the drink for you.
"Would you care for a drink?"
Her smile broadened.
"Yeah! Thanks!"
She plucked it from my hands. I saw that she held a backpack as well as a small gift bag in her other hand. She stepped past me into the house.
Amber stood up and walked toward her with a grin.
"Hey girl!" They hugged warmly, and Amber pulled back after a second.
"You look great! Love that skirt!"
Claire flushed slightly.
"Thanks! And...wow those jeans fit you perfectly! Where'd you get them?"
Amber laughed and waved her hand.
"Actually they were made for me." At Claire's questioning look she added. "Come to think of it, you probably know the store - Ms. Sutton? Just a few doors down from where you work."
I winced and covered my butt with my hands reflexively at the mention of her name.
Claire's eyes widened.
"Yeah but...those must have cost a fortune!"
Amber looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes.
"She gives me a...substantial discount."
Claire took a sip of her margarita, still admiring Amber's pants. I also admired, but probably with a slightly different focus than the quality of her jeans.
