As they ate breakfast, Victor told Slave of the very important client that he would be having over for dinner. "No need to worry about dinner; we will be having my favorite chef and his assistant coming in to make dinner. All you will need to do is to serve the dinner. There is a French Maid's outfit in your wardrobe that you will be expected to wear tonight. This is a very important deal for me, and whatever this man wants, he gets. You understand, don't you?"
"Sir," Slave said, "I am here to please you. If it would please you for this man to have his way with me, then I will do as he wishes."
Victor paused, he did not know if watching another man have his way with Slave would be pleasing or not, but he knew that this deal was important. Slave would be a pawn used to achieve his goal.
"Good Slave, here is what I want you to do." Victor then instructed Slave on the proper ways of greeting his guest, including as she opens the door she should bow, being sure he gets a very nice glimpse of her round globes as she bows. When she takes his coat, she is to rub her chest ever so lightly on his arm. As she leads the way to the library, be sure that he is watching her ass sway provocatively as she walks. Always offer him his drink first, and do not ask what I want, you should know and just make it.
In the library, Victor showed Slave the liquor cabinet, told her something about drinks. "Every time I have been with John he always had his drinks straight. Here is the glass that you will use," Victor said as he pointed to the lowball glasses. "This is what you are to prepare for me every time. He pointed to a bottle of Glen Morengy and then to the lowball glass. Victor continued his instructions at the bar, "add three ice cubes and fill it to this point. If that is not the case then there is a book on mixing drinks here. Your homework today is to learn how to mix a drink; you may do this in the parlor and play the piano along with this, but before the day is over, you should know how to make most of the drinks in this book; or at least you are to have a general idea."
"Now I will be busy for the afternoon getting ready. Please see to it that you have this book with you at all times. I need you to learn how to mix drinks for your stay here, as this will be one of your duties as my Slave." Victor said as he pushed her out the door.
Slave left with her book in hand. Opening to the first page, Slave started her slow process of memorizing each drink as she walked up to her room.
In her room she lay on the bed, deciding the plan of action for the day. Victor had told her little and she was nervous that someone so important would be his first houseguest. She decided that she would need at least an hour to prepare herself, and that this left her four hours to study this book.
Used to being alone on this floor, Slave headed for the shower. After the shower she toweled off and headed for her room. As she was used to being alone, she did not bring clothing with her and thought that she could just slip in her room.
However, when she opened the bathroom door, there standing in front of her was Emilio. He was a tall man with dark features, not unattractive, but no where as handsome a Victor. He dressed in a chef's outfit, and the grin on his face showed that he was obviously enjoying the view. She looked him straight in the eye and sauntered towards her room.
Emilio was leaning against one of those doors. "Oh my, you are a beauty, I will have fun with you today," he chuckled.
Slave lifted her chin high and walked into her room. As she reached the door handle, she heard him say. "Don't worry little one, I have all the help eating out of my hand, you will be no exception."
When Slave turned to look at this man, she was amazed. This man was stroking his cock staring her straight in the eye. "You must be the new Slave," he used the word Slave in a belittling way and looked down on her as he continued. "Remember I am hired help, therefore, I have more status in this house than you. I will be seeing you all day as you run your tired ass into the kitchen, don't worry, you will have this cock rammed tightly up your tight little pussy before the day is over."
"In your dreams" was all that Slave said as she strutted in her bedroom, closing the door behind her.
Behind the door, she took a deep breath. Could this man, who was obviously the hired help that Victor had spoken of, truly have his way with her? Was she really at his beck and call as well? So many questions ran through Slaves head, but mostly she did not like this man for he was obviously full of himself, and she decided that she would not do his bidding unless Victor told her that this too was part of her responsibilities. After careful consideration, she was sure that Victor would have informed her if she were to play with the cook as well. She opened up the window and looked out at the scenery.
Almost in a day dream, she returned in a panic. "Oh my," she thought "I need to get studying." She quickly dressed in a simple green frock and sat by the window. Adding yet another form of alcohol to her new vocabulary Slave took the book and wandered to the sitting room so that she could play a bit on the piano.
She was surprised at the bottom of the stairs when she was met once again by Emilio. This time she managed to dodge him by slipping into the library in one quick movement. She silently hoped that he would not be brave enough to follow her in, and was very relieved when he did not.
Grabbing a sheet of music from the shelf that Victor led her to last time she was in this room, she sat at the piano to play. Slowly the fingers found their home and the music flowed from her right hand. Then her left hand, soon both hands were playing in unison. The music softly floated through the rooms of the house. The piece was romantic, soft and drifted up and down the keys. Slave enjoyed the piece, her fingers floated with ease to each note, and the music that she made was beautiful.
Emilio heard the music that was floating through the air, and stood in awe. As he heard the few errors that were corrected, he realized that it had to be someone playing the piano. He looked over to Angelica and smiled. "Looks like the new one has found the way to Victor's heart - music. Wonder if she knows it yet."
Victor too had heard the music. He stopped working for a brief moment and listened. While the sound was muffled through the wall he could tell that she was struggling a bit through the piece. Quietly he slipped through the hidden entrance going from the library to the sitting room. He slipped up behind her and grabbed her tit tightly between his fingers.
Slave wanted to scream, but sat there motionless. Then she breathed with relief as she heard Victor speak. "Tell me Slave, what would be in a Singapore Sling."
"Sugar, lemon juice, kirsch, and gin, shake and pour over ice. Add club soda to fill glass," Slave recited.
"Very good Slave" Victor said as he rolled her nipple between her breast. "Now, I have a lady friend who likes white ladies. What is in that drink?"
"Gin, cointreau, and lemon juice, shook with ice and strained into a cocktail glass."
Victor was impressed; he grabbed both nipples, and requested "Play for me." And he gently massaged her breasts as the music flowed out of the grand piano.
As she played Victor continued to fondle her breasts and she could feel his stiffening member on her spine, she was totally distracted by his movements. But when he leaned down and lifted the hem of her short frock and let his fingers slide up her right thigh and then delved into her wet pussy, her concentration failed and she missed several notes.
"Slave, you must learn to concentrate while you are doing a task, no matter what the diversion. I will now leave you so that you can think about this."
As quickly as he emerged into the room, he left. Slave finished the piece and sat there. Her body longed for the touch that had so quickly left.
With a sigh, she began to read the next section, willing herself to remember the rum drinks. Damn she was horny. She almost preferred the spankings at least they always ended in wild sex afterwards.
Somewhat convinced that she knew this section of drinks, she took a break and played the piano piece a little more. Forcing her concentration on the piano, its keys, and the music, she tried not to think about Victor and his wonderful love making. He had left her wanting just moments before and she wanted relief, almost enough to seek out Emilio, but decided against it.
As her music flowed through the house and it stirred feelings in both the men in the house.
Slave reviewed the gin, bourbon and rum sections as she walked up the stairs to shower in preparation to tonight's event. She knew that the new chef was watching her, and she wiggled her ass a little appreciatively as she sauntered up the steps. She so enjoyed not wearing any panties.
When she entered her room she saw the spiked heels and the thigh high nylons on her bed. Guess I am supposed to wear these she thought. Holding the shoes up for closer inspection, she wondered if she would fall flat on her face. The shoes had at least six inch stiletto heels and the leather straps that were to hold them in place looked as if they would snap if she stepped wrong. She slipped them on to see the problems that she would have walking tonight.
Standing, she realized that they were not too uncomfortable. Walking towards the mirror she saw the reason for them. Her legs went on and on. And her tiny ass looked all the better. She knew that she had better practice walking as much as possible. The stairs would definitely be a trick in these.
She kept the shoes on and grabbed all the necessary things she needed to shower. Obviously, she should not walk nude in the halls today, not with Emilio out there, but her mood was electric. She wanted Emilio to suffer like she did; and for Emilio's prick to want her pussy as much as her pussy wanted Victor's prick.
When she walked out the door she was surprised, for it was not Emilio out there but a woman. She smiled at Slave, held out her hand and said, "Nice to meet you, my name is Angelica. Emilio is really quite harmless, he thinks he is Gods gift to women, because he has such a large dick, but in reality, no woman here has ever even given him a second thought. He figured as you were a Slave he could have you. You will have to be careful, but remember, he likes this job as Victor pays really well and is not interested in losing it."
"Thank you Angelica, I appreciate it. Do you work here often?" she asked.
Angelica just smiled. "I am here to keep Emilio happy, when he can not have the women in this house, he uses me. So, not only do I get paid quite well, I also get fucked many times during the course of an evening. You could do me a favor and make Emilio really horny, and then I would be a very sore but happy woman on the way home tonight."
Slave just laughed. "I will do my best to saunter just out of his reach for you, if you promise to help me avoid his touch. I do not believe that my master will be happy with me if I am caught with the his hand on me."
"Deal" and she reached out to touch Slave. "I think we can have a wonderful friendship, as Victor entertains often and we are always his first choice."
