Part 5.
Mandy awoke to an empty bed. She heard singing in the kitchen; Sandra must be in there. The alarm clock said 9 am. Shit, late for work. She slouched into the kitchen and then stood straight upright. Beth held out a coffee cup, already prepared. Sandra was sitting at the small table, digging into an omelet and singing Christmas songs. What stopped Mandy was the sight of William in a small apron at the stove, flipping eggs. No one was wearing anything other than that apron. "How you want your eggs, lovely?"
Mandy couldn't talk; it was too incredible. William was about as domestic as a T. Rex. Beth poked her in the ribs. "You better talk to him; he gets in these moods once a blue moon." Mandy had known William for longer; she had never spent the night with him, though. She slid into a chair.
"Make mine over easy, please." The table held a vase with four roses; the card was at her place setting, waiting like a viper. Her hand trembled as she reached for it; the only noise that continued was William cooking. Beth and Sandra were staring at her, both with predatory grins. She ripped into the card to get past the looks.
"On the fifth day of Christmas, my lover gave to me, Five golden rings, and an orgasm with her tongue. -S."
"Five golden rings? Isn't that how the song goes?" Mandy was briefly confused. She reread the note, "How does this work?" Sandra got up, moved close to Mandy and kissed her softly. Her hands began working the nipple ring softly. Mandy was proud of that ring – it had stung like a bitch to get and everyone loved playing with it. Mandy undid the clasp, "Hey, what're you doin'?" Sandra's fingers threaded a new ring behind the old, replacing the plain silver hoop with a different one. A gold one; with two diamonds in small settings.
"One golden ring." She smiled shyly at Mandy. William, seemingly oblivious to the whole affair, slid a plate with two eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast in front of Mandy. Beth smiled into her coffee cup. Mandy kissed Sandra while tears rolled down both their faces.
"Oh good lord," William sounded exasperated, "should I get a stack of towels for the next four. Eat, damn it. You're going to need your strength. And you," he pointed a spatula at Beth, "I heard that thought. Domestic deity I am not." He started whipping eggs for another omelet.
Sandra separated from Mandy, "You need to get dressed, firebutt. The black wrap skirt, sheer black blouse and your pumps. We leave at 11." She turned back to her breakfast.
Beth smiled, "I have it easier. I just have to put on my boots." She giggled, rose, and walked behind William quietly as he was folding the omelet. He moved the spatula away from the eggs and she grabbed his butt with both hands. He didn't even move. Beth's hands slipped under the apron. He moved then, a little. He moved the eggs from pan to plate, rounded on Beth. She kept one hand under the apron. The spatula was brandished like a war weapon. Mandy and Sandra started giggling as Beth's eyes went round and she turned to flee. No chance at all. William caught her in two steps, captured her hands, and paddled her butt half a dozen times with the spatula eliciting squeaks and protests. The apron hung like a pup tent over his erection.
