I arrived at Mrs. Greenberg's home on Saturday, a few minutes early. 'I'm just here to do a job,' I kept reminding myself, but I was so nervous I could hardly think straight.
I had marketed my services successfully, much to my surprise, and had now arrived at my first engagement. I was to serve as Mrs. Greenberg's butler for the afternoon - serving a group of people I had never laid eyes on before. That alone would have been enough to make me nervous. Add to that the fact that I would be wearing only a g-string and a vest – well, you get the picture. Would they know ahead of time that I would be serving them half naked, I wondered? For that matter, I didn't know whether I'd be serving men, women, or both.
I rang the doorbell, and a Hispanic woman in an apron answered it. She led me to the living room and told me that Mrs. Greenberg would be with me shortly. It was the same room I had been in previously but, unlike the first time, two bridge tables with eight chairs now occupied the center of the room. I stood there trying to look more confident than I felt, and before long the two women I had met on my previous visit entered the room.
My employer, Mrs. Greenberg was a very attractive, slim woman in her early 50's. Today, she was wearing a tasteful black and white knee-length cocktail dress. Its narrow cut accentuated her slim figure and made her look very appealing. A pair of low black shoes and an elegant pearl necklace completed the outfit.
Her friend, Mrs. Aldridge, accompanied her. Mrs. Aldridge was a heavier, but by no means overweight woman. She wore a floral print pleated skirt and a white blouse that showed off her cleavage to great advantage. At our first meeting, it was Mrs. Aldridge who seemed to be in charge, but now it was Mrs. Greenberg who spoke.
"Hello Daniel. Let me tell you what we have planned for today. You'll be serving eight of us. We ladies occasionally get together to play bridge. Your job will be to serve whatever finger foods Angelina has prepared, and to keep our glasses full. You can use the bathroom to change into your uniform. Then go down the hall to the kitchen, and Angelina will show you what needs to be done."
As instructed, I made my way to the bathroom and changed into my uniform. It consisted of black shoes, black socks, a black vest, a black bow tie, and a black g-string. Trying not to feel foolish, I made my way to the kitchen.
"Humph," Angelina muttered when she looked up at me from her work. The slight look of disgust that showed on her features before she turned away, told me what she thought of my presence and attire.
"Mrs. Greenberg told me that you would show me what needs to be done?" I said.
"You will answer the bell as the ladies arrive," she said flatly. "Then you will ask each of the ladies what they would like to drink. Two different kinds of white wine are in the refrigerator. Champagne is in an ice bucket in the living room. On the counter there is red wine," she said pointing. "You will be bringing out trays with various hors d'oeuvres. There are lobster puffs, cheese pastries, marinated water chestnuts wrapped in bacon, and ladyfingers. Most of them are in the ovens over there. Some others are in the refrigerator. The platters are here. You will offer the food to each of the ladies in turn. Then you can place the platters on the side table."
She looked at me again, her eyes running down to the sagging pouch that held my balls, then back up to my face. She seemed about to say something, then apparently thought better of it.
Going to the door, she said to me, "I will be down the hall in the den if you need me." And with that she was gone.
I spent some time getting the layout of the kitchen. I located the hors d'oeuvres and arranged some of them on trays. Then, I took a minute to memorize the wines that were available. Before I knew it, the doorbell was ringing. It was time to greet the first guest.
"Welcome to Mrs. Greenberg's home," I said as I held the door. "May I take your coat?"
In stepped a dark haired beauty of about 40, and her perfume filled my senses as she turned, allowing me to remove her coat. Then she stepped away from me, looking me up and down. She showed no sign of surprise that I should be dressed as I was.
"Please come this way," I indicated as I led her into the living room.
The women greeted each other. Then, when there was a break in the conversation, I asked them all what they would care to drink.
The orders taken, I returned to the kitchen to fill their glasses and brought them out on a bar tray. As I was serving the drinks, Mrs. Greenberg introduced me to her guest. "Ethel, this is Daniel, my new butler. Daniel, this is Mrs. Tyson."
Mrs. Tyson stepped over to me, and very pointedly ran the fingernails of one hand up the sack of my g-string. "I'm very pleased to meet you," she said, looking directly into my eyes.
"And I, you, madam," I said bowing my head slightly. As her fingers lingered on my crotch, I made a point of not moving my body away. However, I was unable to keep my cock from moving, and my g-string was beginning to bulge under her touch. Then, giving my cock a slight squeeze, she turned back to her friends and resumed their conversation. I took that as my cue to return to my duties in the kitchen.
I returned from the kitchen with a tray of food and was about to start serving the ladies, when the doorbell rang again, announcing the arrival of the next member of the bridge group. She was a slim, sexy, thirty-something woman with short jet-black hair and a vivacious personality. She fairly burst through the door, took a step back, looked me up and down, and growled. The body-hugging pants suit she had on made me want to growl right back, but I restrained myself. When she walked ahead of me towards the living room, however, I couldn't help but admire what a tight ass she had.
"You've met Daniel I presume," Mrs. Greenberg said after greeting her. "Daniel, this is Mrs. Williams."
