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.
Sandra got up, moved to the bedroom. Mandy finished her eggs and followed. Sandra was putting on a lace dress; she already had on five inch heels. Her hair was styled nicely; she must've been up a while. Sandra came up and kissed her shoulder, copped a quick feel, and picked up the clothes that were set out for her. The squeaks of indignation from the other room had changed to moans and cries of passion. She and Sandra exchanged a look and started laughing again. They came out ten minutes later. Beth was sprawled on the floor, disheveled and leaking come out of her pussy. William was eating his omelet calmly next to the stove. "Lend a girl a hand?" Sandra went over to Beth, then suddenly dove down, licking and biting on her pussy. Mandy started to laugh; William grinned and winked at her.
He finished his meal and began to dress slowly and deliberately. The two squealing girls on the floor disentangled, both staring, like Mandy, at the slow reverse strip. No movement wasted; shirt on, done; boxer briefs pulled up slowly; slacks on, belt fastened. His hands tied the tie in an exact manner, one time and perfect. He smiled at the girls, bowing. Mandy had never been turned on by someone dressing before; she wanted to rip his clothes back off, fuck him, and watch again. The other two looked at her in agreement. He'd be at their mercy at some point. They had to plan. On to today's business.
Mandy saw him get that glassy look, knew they'd fail. Oh, well; it'll be fun to try. Beth pulled on her coat, still sweaty from the sex. Sandra pulled on hers and offered the cloak from last night to Mandy. She wrapped it about and they all went downstairs. William brought up the SUV; they piled in. Sandra leaned forward, whispering something to William. He nodded and off they went. Mandy lost track of direction; they pulled up in front of a shop in the 'burbs. Out they got, moving into a disreputable looking tattoo and piercing shop. Mandy started to worry a bit.
William stood near the door, Beth and Sandra took an arm each. A man came out from the back, saw William, and nodded. He turned and smiled to the girls. "Hello, ladies. Here for the noon appointment a bit early, I see." He was overweight, grey, and balding. He was also huge, taller than William, dressed in jeans and a leather vest. He had numerous tattoos, most obscene. He motioned to a barber's chair in the center of the room. "Have a seat, miss."
Mandy climbed into the seat, her stomach quivering. The man motioned to Sandra, who produced a small velvet bag. Beth undid the front of her coat; the shop was warm. Sandra took hers off. "Left ear first, doll." The man rubbed something over the edge of her ear, then a sharp pain. The ring slid in; it matched the one in her nipple.
