Ray closed the lid on his toolbox, locking away the screwdrivers he'd just finished using. He returned the box to his closet and got the Shop-Vac to clean up the dust and bits from his efforts. Wouldn't do to leave telltale signs of his duplicity for Kelly to spot, after all.
Having finished the sweeping, he checked the time. She wasn't due for another 45 minutes yet. Good. He shucked his clothes and headed for the shower. His surprise would fill automatically while he washed.
While in the shower, he thought about Kelly. How sweet she was. True to her name, she was a fetching lass of Irish descent, with the red hair and sparkling green eyes of legend. Yes, and the temper to match. The few times he'd screwed-up, like forgetting her birthday, he'd seen those eyes flash all the lightning bolts of Heaven. She'd turned into a demon-thing...more horrid than all the banshees of Erin. But that wasn't why Ray'd set-up his surprise. He'd done it for love. Kelly had brought more joy and happiness into his life than he'd ever believed he could know. Seeing her tousled head of auburn curls when she first woke up...the way she used just a little-too-much sugar in her tea...how she cried when the fox gets the rabbit on a National Geographic Special...all that she was. And the sex -- oh, Sainted Mother, the SEX. When Kelly was in his arms, she was nearly insatiable. And not just for her own pleasures...but to please him as well.
His hands were rubbing soap across his furry chest as he mused in this way. And suddenly it wasn't his hands caressing him, but Kelly's. He already had begun to grow hard at the thoughts of her naked body, and now the urge for release was beginning to be felt in earnest. But he knew enough to wait. So, sighing, Ray reached for the tap and knocked the C handle up a few notches. Fortunately he had his own house, so there was no neighbor in earshot to hear his shout as the frigid stinging water chilled his ardor.
When Kelly arrived, he was ready. He'd prepared everything as far in advance as he could, and now came Zero Hour. Hearing her car in the drive, he stepped behind his front door and waited to hear her steps. Then, as she was reaching to insert her key in the lock, he opened the door. She started, surprised. And her brows knit in confusion as she beheld Ray wearing a stiffly starched black uniform. She'd seen it before...or at least she'd seen something like it before. Three days before, Ray had rented a movie for them to watch. The chief protagonist had been an old-fashioned English butler. Now Ray stood, back straight and proud with nose elevated slightly, in an identical outfit. He even wore the dickey and cummerbund and patent leather shoes from the movie. Kelly, at a loss for words, just stood in awe, until the words, "wha...what are you doing, Ray," found voice.
"Welcome home, Madam," said Ray, making a valiant
attempt at a British accent. "As per your orders, the staff have been dismissed for the evening, and Cook has prepared a meal for you. I've laid-out a dressing gown for you, and after dinner I shall draw your bath." Of course, it sounded more like 'ahftar dinnar I shall drawr yawr bawth,' but it meant the same. Ray stepped aside, giving a sweeping bow and swinging his arm out to the side to encourage Madam's entrance. He'd even gotten a roll of red carpeting to roll out, leading straight into the dining room. Still not knowing what to make of all this, the stunned Kelly could do little more than follow his lead. She stepped inside, and Ray stepped behind her to help her with her coat. Once it had been removed, he addressed her again. "Perhaps Madam would like to change in her boudoir? I took the liberty of laying-out a dressing gown for Madam's use. The dinner will be a few minutes yet, so Madam needn't hurry." He was really playing the subservient butler role to the hilt...completely straight-faced. By now, Kelly was starting to get the idea too, and she was going along with it. "Why, thank you, Jeeves," which had been the name of the butler in the movie. "I would like that. Come with me." So saying, she headed for the bedroom. Ray/Jeeves followed obediently two steps behind (as was his proper position, after all).
Once in the bedroom, Kelly noticed the huge spray of white roses on her bed. Ray/Jeeves dashed towards them, apologizing, "Oh, do forgive me, Madam...these arrived earlier today and I just haven't had a second to put them in water," but she stopped him before he could get away.
"Who are they from, Jeeves?"
"I'm sorry, Madam, I wouldn't know...not my place to ask."
Kelly found the card in the bouquet and opened it. It was a simple card, reading, "My Dearest Kelly...I will love you far longer than these poor symbols shall last. You are my life.
Ray." Ray/Jeeves was at her elbow as she read it, and he asked, "Some secret admirer, perhaps, Madam?"
Kelly's face was blushing slightly and even at this distance Ray could tell her temperature had jumped a couple degrees. But she answered calmly. "Just some poor fool who seeks my favors, Jeeves. Nobody important."
"Of course, Madam. If Madam wishes it, I can contact the delivery boy and find-out the identity of the rascal and set the law on him."
She smiled. "No, I don't think that will be necessary."
"Then, would Madam like to change her clothes for dinner?"
"Yes, Jeeves. Won't you help me?" So saying, she took the roses from his arms, laying them on the dresser where the mirror made them look even more numerous than they really were. Then she sat down on the bed, raising her one foot towards her butler.
Ray/Jeeves bowed his head. "As Madam wishes," he said. Then he knelt on the thick carpeting and began to unbelt her shoe.
Kelly noticed that her servant kept his head bowed, eyes on her foot. She knew that had to be tough for Ray...he was always nuts for her long legs. To be touching them like this and not be allowed to even look up them must be getting him very horny, she mused. Feeling very naughty at these thoughts, she leaned back some, hiking her short business skirt up her thighs. He had one shoe off now, and as she lifted the other foot to him she deliberately let the skirt ride higher until her pantied crotch came into sight. She was becoming aroused at this game as well.
"It's frightfully hot in here, don't you think, Jeeves?" she asked. While speaking, she began to gently brush her fingers with their long, red nails up and down over her cotton-covered vagina.
Ray/Jeeves made a visible effort to swallow the lump in his throat before replying, "...as Madam says." Having removed both her shoes now, he stood up. His arousal was evident by the hard lump in his black slacks.
"Why don't you stay, Jeeves, and help me get undressed," purred Kelly, reaching from her sitting position on the bed to cup his bulge in her slim hand.
