At some point Jessica realized that she had lost all sense of time; it seemed like the show had been going on forever -- not that she minded; she would have been happy to have it continue indefinitely. It had become less of a sexual experience for her than a spiritual one. She was not looking at hot girls in sexy clothes, but at the eternal beauty of Woman, passed down from mother to daughter across the centuries. She sat there lost in a state of rapture, one hand on Marie's bare leg and one on Jane's.
When it was over and the lights came up Jessica had tears in her eyes, and both Jane and Marie were looking at her strangely, though with affection. As the crowd began to disperse Jessica took a minute to pull herself together, and did not rise from her seat before sharing a long, loving kiss with each of her servants.
There was a reception afterward and more Champagne. Jessica found Erica and together they cooked up a scheme to have an afterparty back at the suite at the Four Seasons -- with a very select guest list, of course. As they were talking, Jessica saw her favorite model from the show walk by, looking absolutely delectable in a short black skirt and knee-length black socks. Jessica nudged Erica and pointed, momentarily speechless.
"On that's Chantelle," said Erica. "I'll go invite her." And off she went.
Over the next hour Erica and Jessica made the rounds, inviting maybe 15 people between them. There was also a contingent of French models on hand, and Marie was dispatched to make their acquaintance. Afterward Jessica, Marie, and Jane returned to their hotel to prepare things. The same Asian girl from the night before was on the desk; Jessica caught her eye and winked on the way by.
Once upstairs Jessica ordered up a good selection of booze and a few foods to snack on, though she doubted anyone would be hungry, given the size of the spread at the reception. They set up the bar in the living room and Jessica handed both Jane and Marie trays, informing them that they would be serving as cocktail waitresses -- wearing only their collars and aprons. That, Jessica thought, would set the right mood. She put some music on and told Marie to make her a martini, and sat down to wait.
Jessica enjoyed watching Marie walk toward her with the drink on a tray, breasts bobbing gently to a rhythm that fit perfectly with the song that was playing. She enjoyed it even more when Marie walked away, naked ass swaying elegantly.
About 15 minutes later Erica arrived, accompanied by the blonde she'd been talking to before the show, as well as a somewhat older Asian woman who Erica introduced as Mimi. Neither Jessica nor Mimi extended a hand; instead they just eyed each other coolly and nodded.
The blonde Erica did not introduce at all, but Jessica didn't really notice; she was immediately fascinated by Mimi, who had an air of haughty authority about her and was scanning the room with a predatory gleam in her eyes. Suddenly Jessica felt a little on her guard. Mimi might be a kindred spirit; she might also be a worthy adversary.
They all sat down and Jane brought them drinks; cosmos for Erica and Blondie, scotch on the rocks for Mimi. If Mimi found anything odd about being served by someone with her breasts and rear end on display, she didn't let on.
It was a little awkward at first, as they didn't really know each other; but Erica, bless her heart, told a few stories that got everyone laughing, and soon it felt more like a party. Then more guests started arriving and before long both the living room and the parlor were filled with beautiful women. Jessica's earlier intense high had settled down into a nice steady sense of well-being and heightened awareness, and she sat back contentedly in her chair, waiting for things to develop.
