Author's notes: This is a work of fiction regarding consenting adults, group sex, sexual enslavement and other erotic things along those lines. If you do not like those topics please move along.
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My week was fairly normal as far as my job and responsibilities went. Nick spent a considerable amount of time fucking me, having me suck him off, and finding new outfits for me to wear in his office. Thursday I was allowed to leave work a bit early as I had to meet Rupert, not only did he have my bathing suit ready, he had the card game and I was the hostess. Leaving work, I waved goodbye to Nick then headed to Rupert's shop. He met me at the door with the warmest of smiles.
"Good evening Lady Alicia!" He said giving the top of my hand a light kiss.
"Good evening Rupert," I replied softly kissing his cheek, "I hope I'm not too late, traffic was brutal."
"We are tight on time," he answered ushering me into the back of his shop, "but we should be okay." He guided me toward the dressing room, "Your suit is hanging up in the changing room, I'll lock up while you put it on."
"Okay!" I replied as I walked into the small changing room.
What there was of the suit hung on the hanger behind the door. I'd ask him to make it small, and he'd definitely managed to do that! Stepping out of my work clothing, I pulled on the tiny thong bottoms he'd expertly cut for me. The back sat perfectly above my ass, not too high or too low and not too snug while the front plunged dangerously close to my pubic bone. If I had a patch or landing strip it would barely be concealed by the material in the front.
"Perfect!" I whispered to myself as I pulled on the string top.
The triangles were just large enough to cover my areolas but not by much. A few millimeters in either direction and part of them would be exposed. It was exactly what I'd asked for though, this wasn't an outfit I was going to wear to a public pool after all! Stepping out of the changing room, I stood on the pedestal in front of the mirror for him to look over. Just as he'd done during the sizing and markup, Rupert ran his fingers gently along the new seams of the suit. Biting my lip as his fingertips traced along my hips to the front of the suit, he stopped just before getting to my pussy.
"These look perfect," he said looking at my face in the reflection, "turn around so I can check the front please Lady Alicia."
Turning to face him, my breasts just above his face, his hands followed the hems of the tiny triangles covering my nipples.
"Yes, yes," he said proudly while practically feeling me up, "these are perfect."
"You do wonderful work Rupert," I replied as his fingers grazed the sides of my nipples, "is this what I'm wearing for your friends tonight?"
"Oh no," he replied slipping his hands free, "I have that right over here, did you bring the socks and shoes as I requested Lady Alicia?"
"Yes, I did!" I replied grabbing my bag from nearby.
"Yes," he said turning back toward me, "this is it; I hope it's not too troubling for you to wear it for a group of old men."
"I'm sure it's lovely!" I replied taking the hanger from him and heading to the changing room.
Removing the bathing suit, I pulled a short skirt off the hanger. While it wasn't so short it was overly revealing it sat maybe an inch below my bellybutton and an inch below my pussy. It was obvious I'd have to be carful when I bent over as the skirt was white and the panties, I had on that day wouldn't work underneath it. The halter style top was low cut in the front, scooping and lifting my breasts for maximum cleavage, while clasping behind my neck and mid back.
The top had a small bib in the back, attached to a blue bow which hung between my cleavage, that made it look like a "sailor's costume" but of the obvious adult variety. It also explained the decorative anchor style buttons on the front of the short skirt. As requested, I added a pair of thin white knee highs and white heels with a 1" platform. The platforms weren't requested but, as the hostess I assumed I'd be on my feet a lot and these would be better than a towering heel. Placing my clothing back into my bag I exited the changing room, stepping up onto the platform for Rupert's inspection.
"Oh my," he said from behind me, "you are quite stunning Lady Alicia."
"Thank you." I replied looking at him through the mirror.
Rupert was seated on a small stool several feet behind the platform I was standing on. Looking at his gaze I could see exactly where he was staring. Rupert had figured out that I was bare under my tiny skirt.
"You don't think my top shows too much do you?" I asked as I leaned forward slightly while scooping my boobs so they sat higher in the padded cups.
"No," he replied without adjusting his gaze, "the top is perfect!"
Turning around to face him I playfully scolded Rupert, "You're not even looking at my boobs silly!"
"You do make it very difficult to focus Lady Alicia," Rupert blushed as he finally pulled his eyes from my pussy, "the top looks amazing as well though." Finally pulling his eyes from me, he glanced back with a shocked look on his face. "We are late Lady Alicia," he said taking my hand and all but pulling me from the platform, "quickly throw this coat on, we must go now!"
The coat he handed me was a short trench coat that barely came to my mid-thigh, it would at least cover me a bit. Rupert led me through the back door to his car, as I slid into the passenger seat he locked the back door of his shop. He slid into the driver's seat rather well for a little old man, and within a couple of minutes. Once on the road, Rupert's right hand managed to come to rest on my thigh. It was then that I realized that I'd left everything in my bag which was still on the floor of his shop. My clothing, purse, car keys and phone were all in that bag. Had I just been kidnapped?
Rupert's home was a cute single level that looked like a post card. He pulled into the driveway, then scurried around the car to open the door for me and help me out of his car. Giving me a brief tour of his place, he showed me where they would play cards that night and where his bar was located. He was also kind enough to give me a run-down of the 4 gentlemen that would be joining us and what drink each preferred. With exception of Rupert's Manhattan, they were all fairly straight forward. The boys liked their alcohol brown apparently.
"They are just arriving now," I could hear the nervousness in Rupert's voice as the men walked down the driveway to the house, "I do appreciate this Lady Alicia."
"Do you want me to greet them at the door?" I asked as I took his arm and hand in mine. "Or should I come out after they've walked in?"
"Greeting them at the door would be lovely," Rupert replied squeezing my hand, "without the overcoat of course."
Handing the coat to Rupert, I waited until he turned to hang it up before perking my breasts up once more. Counting to five after they knocked on the door before going to answer it, I didn't want to seem to anxious after all.
"Good evening gentlemen!" I said as I pulled the door open. They stood and stared, seemingly unable to talk. "Won't you please come in?" I said finally coaxing them to move.
Each man finally entered the house, stumbling over their ability to say "hello" while finding it even more difficult to take their eyes off my chest. Looking to my left, Rupert was positively beaming with pride. Obviously, this was important to him and he wanted to impress his friends.
"Fellas," Rupert finally piped up, "this is Lady Alicia, she will be our hostess tonight." Each man took my hand, kissing the top of it and introducing himself before Rupert continued. "If we may move into the parlor," he motioned for them to head that way, "she already knows what you each would like to drink and will see to that presently."
Instead of sitting at the poker table the men took seats around the room, two were on opposite sides of the couch, with one in the middle, while the other two were in chairs across from them. While the seats were not low slung, they were certainly low enough in combination with my heels that they would all soon get an eyeful of me! Finding a small tray I put the drink orders together, placing the glasses on the tray by order of where they were sitting. Teetering over to the first gentleman in a chair, I slowly bent forward at the hips while keeping my legs straight.
"Good evening Sir," I said as I watched his eyes get bigger as my breasts came closer to spilling into his face, "I believe you're having the Scotch neat?"
"Yes, my dear," he replied struggling to take the glass from my hand, "and please, call me Francis."
"Pleasure to meet you Francis," I said with a smile while slowly standing, "as Rupert said, I'm Lady Alicia."
The irony made me giggle a bit, here I was, being referred to as "Lady" while I'd just flashed my pussy at Rupert and the other gentleman on the couch! Making my way to the second gentleman in the chair, I readjusted the tray to make up for my novice waitressing experience. Two drinks from the same side made for an off-balance tray after all. Getting to him, I leaned forward again until I was almost eye to eye with him.
"Good evening Sir," I said with a smile as his eyes briefly met mine, "I believe you're having the bourbon with two ice cubes"
"Yes I am Lady Alicia," he said with a twinkle in his eyes, "please, call me Gene."
"Thank you, Gene," I replied as I stood back up, "I most certainly will."
Heading toward the couch I started on the opposite end of Rupert leaving him for last. Delivering drinks and making introductions to the last two, who both struggled to make eye contact as well, I finally ended up in front of Rupert who was still beaming.
"Your Manhattan dear Rupert." I said leaning forward and placing my hand on the arm of the couch.
