Chapter Two:
Heather/Cleopatra dried herself after her bath -- it wasn't nearly as much fun as having her Nubian slaves toweling her dry -- and proceeded from the bath to the bedroom on the upper level of the house. Although she was naked, after her experience of the morning she was feeling more in command, more regal, with each step, so when she reached her bedroom door and hear feminine giggles coming from her bedroom she grew angry. Who would dare to enter her chamber?
She opened the door to find four women in her bedroom: a blonde, a brunette, a Nubian, and an Asian. Their hair bore the same gold beads as hers, and their eyes were made up in the ancient Egyptian way. They were topless, with breasts in a variety of shapes and sizes, but they all wore the same sheer white linen skirt and their trimmed pussies could be seen as shadows against the filmy fabric. When she entered they had been sitting together applying makeup to each other and stroking each other's hair with combs. She smelled their perfume and an undercurrent of sex... When they saw Heather they stopped what they were doing and dropped to their knees, bowing down in her direction. "Why are you here?" demanded Heather/Cleopatra.
A brunette leaned forward and looked up at her and said "We are your attendants, O Queen. We are here to serve you. We have wine and food. Mark Anthony will come later, and we can dress the Queen to receive him. First though, your crown..." The attendants stood up. Two of them, the Nubian and the blonde, their linen skirts softly swishing as they walked, disappeared into the closet and then returned, walking toward Heather holding the falcon headdress between them. Together they lifted the headdress up and settled it on her head, their fingers caressing her hair and naked shoulders as they trailed away from the crown and the girls stepped back. As they stepped away from Heather the brunette who was standing in front of her paused and then smiled seductively and said "We are here to please you, O Queen."
Heather saw the brunette casting lustful glances at her mouth, breasts and trimmed pussy and she decided to indulge in a fantasy she thought would never come true. "Let's begin with pleasure," she said imperiously. "Show me what you can do."
The brunette stood and came forward to where Heather waited – Heather noticed how long and thick the brunette's nipples had grown. "This way, my Queen," she said and led Heather to the bed and had her recline on more pillows than she could count. The attendants soon gathered around her and, one by one, let their gauzy linen skirts slide to the floor.
Heather felt the mask of command slip – the attendants were looking at her with such lust in her eyes, she knew any attempt to command them now would be useless. Almost simultaneously, the girls lowered their mouths to Heather's body. A mouth met hers in a passionate kiss, a tongue thrusting into her mouth like a cock. Two mouths began sucking on her breasts, hands kneading them and pinching her nipples. A fourth mouth descended on her pussy, licking expertly at her clit and then easing off to bury its tongue deep in her pussy or to tease her rosebud with delicate licks that sent shivers throughout her body. Slowly the girls changed positions, each one taking a turn licking Heather's pussy and then sitting on Heather's face so Heather's tongue could dip deep inside them and she could drink their juices.
