I showered in a trance, my mind buzzing with all that had happened. I was drying my hair when Maria came into my room.
“Have you been terribly bored?” she asked.
“No…um…not at all,” I replied. “I had a bath and a nap.”
“Well we have a few hours before the party…tennis? Swimming?”
“Not tennis…I haven’t the energy,” I said.
“OK, I’ll see you at the pool,” she said cheerfully.
We spent the rest of the afternoon sunbathing and swimming. I was lost in thought and Maria kept asking me where my mind was. I could hardly tell her I was thinking about her parent’s fucking their beautiful maid, longing to continue exploring Katrina’s body, imagining with fevered excitement in what delicious ways I could submit to her experienced hands and mouth. Even worse I could hardly admit I was still thinking of Theresa’s perfect toned bottom, of her mother’s lithe body, and to my horror looking at Maria herself with new eyes.
“Snap out of it sleepy head,” Maria said.
“Sorry…I…what?” I said squinting into the evening sun. With a shock I realised Maria’s mother was standing over me.
“Mother wonders if you know where Theresa is?” Maria said.
“Oh, um, she said she was going out. I think she said she did not know when she would be back.”
“Honestly, that girl,” Eva said. She looked magnificent in a black one-piece swimsuit, a sarong wrapped around her waist. I could not meet her eye though without flushing.
She dropped the sarong and walked to the steps into the pool.
“Good one,” Maria said. “That’s dropped Theresa right in it.”
“I didn’t mean to- that’s what she told me to tell your mother,” I said.
“Oh dear- missing Mummy and Daddy’s party- she is going to be in dire trouble,” Maria smirked.
I watched Eva emerge from the pool. Her nipples stood out through the fabric of the swimsuit. The outline of her pussy was visible too. As she bent to pick up her towel I marvelled at her firm bottom.
“It’s rude to stare,” Maria said.
“God…um…I was miles away,” I stammered.
Eva came towards us.
“You two should be getting ready. And don’t let you father catch you sunbathing topless, you know he hates that.” I realised her eyes were fixed on my bare breasts. I thought how odd it was that he would not let his daughters sunbathe topless but enjoyed sodomising a young maid after his wife had had sex with her. This family just got stranger and stranger.
Back in my room I put on a silk g-string, slipped on Theresa’s dress and stepped into the shoes she had picked out for me. As I stood in front of the mirror there was a soft knock on the door.
Katrina came in, to turn down my bed she said.
“You look fabulous,” she said with a smile.
“Can I see you afterwards?” I said, trying to suppress the desperation in my voice.
“We’ll see. I have to be a waitress at the party, and then, well it depends on Senor and Senora.” She ran a hand lightly over my cheek. I trembled under her touch.
“See you downstairs,” she said.
I came down the main stairs into the enormous hall of the villa feeling like I had never looked better. My hair was at just the right length and was slightly sun bleached. My skin glowed with the effects of fresh air and sunshine. Below me I saw my hosts greeting guests. Senor Immanol looked up and caught my eye and smiled. A tall, slim man, with greying hair and clear blue eyes he was by most people’s standards extremely good looking. Knowing what I now did about him I felt there was something slightly cruel in his face. To my surprise I realised that turned me on a little.
“Lisette,” he said, warmly, “You look wonderful.”
“Thank you, Senor.”
I was introduced to several guests and along with Maria spent the evening talking politely to aristocrats and business magnates, politicians and foreign businessmen, diplomats and film producers. The party had a Japanese theme and the maids were dressed in long, elegant, embroidered silk dresses with high collars. A Japanese chef was preparing food flamboyantly on the terrace, saki and champagne was flowing. I had a little too much of both. I saw Katrina, looking stunning in a smoky silk number with yellow silk embroidery.
“Sashimi, Senorita?” she asked me with the faintest hint of a cheeky smile.
I helped myself to more delicious raw fish. I was about to tell her how much I wanted her to sit on my face when Eva appeared at my shoulder.
“They need more champagne in the study, Katrina. Do stop dawdling.”
Katrina hurried off. The green baize covered door to the study was the entrance to Senor Immanol’s sanctuary, a room I had never seen. I saw Katrina take a tray of glasses with two bottles of champagne, turning to push the door open with her backside. I caught the briefest glimpse of oak panelling, and clouds of cigar smoke, before the door swung shut behind her.
I realised Eva was still standing beside me, watching me with a thoughtful expression.
“Are you enjoying your stay with us?” she asked me, smiling warmly.
“I’m having a wonderful time Senora. You have such an amazing home.”
“I’m so glad. And are the staff looking after you properly? You know we share the same maid don’t you?” I swallowed hard. “Yes, Katrina does your room and my husband and mine- it’s just how we divided up the workload. Maria and Theresa have Claudia, don’t they?” she said turning to another maid I had seen around the house.
“Sorry, madam?” the girl asked. She had an English accent.
“I was telling Lisette that you clean Theresa and Maria’s rooms, amongst other duties.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she replied. She had shoulder length blonde hair tied up on the back of her head. She was beautiful, with a great body, and I immediately wondered if she was expected to perform the same “other duties” as I now knew Katrina did. But I was also wondering why Senora Immanol was talking to me like this. Did she know about Katrina and I? Had she sensed my discomfort? Did she know I had watched her with her maid from my bathroom?
Before I had time to continue Maria came and took me away to talk to some younger guests including an intense looking young artist she told me she rather fancied. We chatted to him and his friends as the party began to break up. Guests were leaving, and I noticed that Eva was saying goodbye but her husband was nowhere to be seen. When everyone had gone, and only some of the staff remained clearing away glasses and plates, I saw Claudia going in to the study carrying brandy and whisky. Again I caught a brief glimpse of the interior of the study and for a moment heard loud laughter and raised voices. I had not seen Katrina since she took the champagne in there, and with a pang of regret I realised I was going to have to wait if I was to see her that night.
Eva said goodnight and ushered Maria and I upstairs.
“Good night mother, good night Lisette,” Maria said as she weaved unsteadily into her room.
I undressed in my room feeling frustrated. I ran a bath and sank into it to read a magazine and try to unwind. After a while I got out and wrapped myself in a towelling robe and flopped onto the bed to continue reading.
I awoke with a start. I looked at the clock and realised I had been asleep for an hour. I heard a car start in the driveway outside, some voices from the hall. The last of the guests were leaving, the guests who had been in Senor Immanol’s study. I heard footsteps on the stairs and then the door to the master bedroom, just down the corridor from my room, closed. The house was silent.
I slipped out of the room. Barefoot I could move silently on the hardwood floors. Without really thinking I made my way along the corridor towards the back of the house where there was a smaller staircase, used by the servants to reach their bedrooms in the loft. It was dark, faint moonlight through the windows making it just about possible to find my way. I was going to look for Katrina, though I did not know which was her room. As I rounded a corner I heard voices whispering on the stairs. I froze. I could not make out what they were saying, but I thought I recognised the English accent of Claudia. I crept closer.
“…Five thousand dollar bonus, Kat…fucking hell.”
It was Claudia.
“I know- a few more these parties and I will have paid off my debt.”
That was Katrina’s voice. I stepped forwards on to the staircase where the light was a little brighter.
Katrina and Claudia were creeping up the stairs. Both girls were naked, holding their clothes and shoes bundled in their arms.
“Jesus Christ,” Claudia said.
“Shh,” Katrina hissed, and then to me: “What are you doing here?”
“I was looking for you,” I blurted but my eyes were fixed on their bodies, which were glistening wetly.
“Come on, upstairs, we can’t talk here.”
I followed them carefully up the stairs, taking in the view of their naked bottoms, feeling confused but increasingly horny.
We entered a small bedroom with two single beds, a wardrobe, a couple of chairs and a shower cubicle in the corner. Katrina turned on the light.
“Sorry girls but I need a shower right now,” said Claudia, dumping her clothes on the floor.
I was staring at first one then the other maid. With the light on I could see that they were covered in streaks of white sticky liquid. Their breasts and faces were coated with it, their hair matted in places. It was sperm, I realised.
“You really should go, Lisette,” Katrina said putting her clothes in a heap next to Claudia’s. She went to the basin and wet a flannel. Claudia was in the shower letting the water stream over her.
“What happened?” I asked.
Katrina laughed as she began wiping her face and breasts.
