"Nah. Jevon told me no. Make myself scarce till the girls serve. We can dress them together. Plus I'd have to do your little Melissa anyhow. Jevon told me that's the rule here."
He pointed behind me to the rack of maid uniforms that had been wheeled into the pantry. I nodded reluctantly to him and went in to call the girls. This time I knocked, paused and walked in to their dining area.
I introduced myself to the newcomers Beth and Kayla. I may have been aggravated by the dick Jack, but I couldn't help but admire the new girls, thinking "One stunner and one lovely - not too bad!" I air-kissed the girls I knew on the cheek. I air-kissed Melissa and we touched fingertips. And they filed out to the kitchen to get dressed.
Part of the ritual of these introduction dinners for The Eight was that the girls were not allowed to undress or dress themselves. The servants or associates - meaning us - did it for them. Which was a pleasure of course. One of the perks of my position I suppose, though I doubt that's why they had the rule.
The other tradition was that no man took his own wife. So I ended up with Beth, Kayla and Brooke. Jack took Melissa, Maggie and Kelly. I grabbed Courtney over to me to make 4 to his three.
Each of us lined up his girls and began to remove their dresses. They were all dressed cute, sexy, casual but of course I thought Melissa in her muslin with peek-a-boo white lingerie looked the best. They were quiet now- each girl thinking about her role and who might select her. I could see the anticipation mixing with excitement and nervousness. We carefully removed their dresses, making sure not to muss their makeup or hair. Only one of mine, Courtney, wore lingerie. Two of his, Melissa and Kelly.
It is one of our greatest pleasures to be able to strip a girl of her bra and panties. I made sure to be kneeling behind Courtney rolling the tiny pink bikini panties down her legs when Jack went behind Melissa to undo her bra. He was grinning over at me like a madman. I made my way over to his wife Beth and helped her step into the French maid's outfit, making sure he could see me graze her tits as I pulled it up. He giggled at that, tugged Melissa's panties to her knees, paused to get a good look at her ass from up close, giggled again and then finally removed them.
You know that saying from football when a guy overdoes it after scoring a touchdown? "Act like you've been there before." I wished then I could say it to Jack, who was not only a jerk and a dick and a douchebag but pretty unprofessional as well. The fact that he really hadn't been here before - undressing a woman for The Eight - was no excuse. He should have been better prepared.
Once we had all the girls outfitted we busied ourselves hanging and caring for the clothes we'd removed - they would need them again shortly. The girls checked each other, checked and primped.
We had timed it correctly. Eddie came in from his errands to say Roland had sent in word. Time for dinner. Time for the girls to go to work.
During dinner there wasn't much for the 3 of us guys to do. We were not allowed in the room where the girls served the meals. I had never completely understood that given the other things we would see and hear. But I supposed the guys were discussing private BTS business. The girls would hear whatever was said of course, but they were given that privilege because of their submission, because they were owned. They were higher in the pecking order.
We found the makings of sandwiches in the fridge. The girls were serving the men from a caterer's truck and didn't need the kitchen, so it would be ours for the next hour or so. We ate silently for a while and then Jack broke the ice.
"So this is The Eight. Pretty glamorous!"
We ignored that so he tried a different tact.
"So you guys know about Jevon?"
I said "Not really" and shot a quick look at Eddie. There's a rule within The Eight that we don't discuss the men, the brothers. Keeps us from getting all gossipy which of course could lead to trouble. Eddie and I knew and that little look I gave him cemented a conspiracy: let's let the prick hang himself with his big mouth. These things have a way of coming out after the fact.
"Well, he's totally the best. You'll see." He looked at us both as if to see if we wanted to challenge him. He found blank faces and so went on.
"Probably worth better'n $100 mill. Stocks mainly. Property too. And real property, not just pussy." He smiled his weird smile at us again to let us know how much he enjoyed his own sense of humor.
"Has had Beth now 3 years, owned her most of it. I introduced them." He paused again to look at us with what might have been his modest look, like he was saying he was what made it happen, that none of this happens for Jevon without him.
"And fastest riser ever in BTS. One year in the Second Twenty. Eighteen months in the First. Two and half total into The Eight. Kayla told me and Beth that no brother had ever gone in faster than like 4 years before him."
Now he checked us for a reaction. We'd let him go far enough overboard so I offered mine. "Well it is impressive but you need to know that in The Eight we don't discuss the brothers. Not allowed." I smiled over at him. My chance then to condescend a bit.
Eddie piped in too "Yes, Jeff is spot on in this. Not done. Not cricket. Gets a man a no pussy if he's found doing it. A minimum of no pussy."
Eddie may have been an old fart who affected these Briticisms because of his role on the faculty of a big deal college - British literature was his field - but he could be counted on to help take down a jerk when needed.
Although actually I was impressed. Even allowing for exaggeration, which I figured would fit with the little I knew of Jack, the $100 million figure was up there even for BTS. I knew Ralph was reported to be worth in excess of $125 million from his chain of supermarkets in the South, and that Rajon had about $80million from his real estate business. But the average net for The Eight was probably closer to $50 or $60 million, and Roland was somewhere around that number.
You didn't need gossip to find these things out. There was no rule against internet research and we all did it.
Even more impressive, although I'd worked hard not to show it, was the two and a half year rise into The Eight. Most brothers took 5 or 6 years to make it. Roland himself spent 2 years in the Second and 2 and a half in the First.
Jack made a face at us, understanding what we'd let him do. I watched him struggle a little to control his anger. But he was a trier, so he kept going, this time by trying to lash out at Eddie.
"So Eddie. Tell me about being an eater. You really like licking that shit out of the girl's cunts?"
As I noted he was pretty unprofessional. And Eddie had no problem taking him on. He'd been at this a while and it was hardly the first time one of the servants had wanted to challenge him. If you take the time as I had to become friends with Eddie he tells you the truth, which is that he knows it's weird but he likes it and Courtney likes it so he does it. If you challenge him he makes it sound like you're the idiot who is bypassing one of the great joys in life. His university debating skills were impressive. So I sat back and enjoyed watching him toy with the douche.
After the debate with Eddie things eased a bit and we fell into discussing time outs we'd experienced.
Over the past 2 years I'd only had 3 pussy time outs. One was for calling Melissa a slut when I was drunk. Penalty: two weeks no pussy. Roland was lenient because I was so new at the life at the time, and because he could see how sorry I was. The incident had occurred only a month after her permanent tattoo. The other two offenses were considered worse and each got me a stiffer penalty.
The second occurred when Roland was having a dinner with 3 junior BTS members and Melissa was there to serve together with 2 other girls. I was there just hanging out and watching. Standing by in case I was needed. All night long the girls were getting their asses and tits pinched and slapped and groped as they served. About an hour into the dinner I was so overheated watching things that I made a big mistake. Having a raging hard on will do that to a guy.
Melissa was walking back to the kitchen right in front of me and I reached out and slapped her behind. It wasn't a bad slap, more like a love tap in the spirit of things. But Roland had seen it and chewed me out mercilessly after the other guys left. It was the only time I've seen him visibly restraining anger. That was a two month timeout.
And the third was just stupid: failure to show respect for Marshall by arguing with him over some idiotic demand he'd made of me. The penalty was one month and that one I really resented. He, Marshall, wasn't even BTS.
Other than those 3 times I'd been on pussy which meant that Melissa and I got to make love when she wasn't occupied with Roland or with other BTS duties. Early on it worked out to 2 or 3 times per month that she and I would make love. Lately it had become even more since Roland was incorporating me into her training regimen. And it was wonderful, for her I think as well as me. Probably because we were more in love than ever.
Turned out Jack was way worse off. He had no shame at all in telling us about the dozen or so times he'd been on a time out with Beth over the last year. Some of the incidents were pretty mild but generally got him a month from Jevon. Things like screwing up a wine order while Beth was at Jevon's place helping him train another slut. Or disturbing his wife's attention while some brother fucked her in the ass. Other incidents were more serious. He had for instance gotten drunk while serving at a BTS event and compounded the error by arguing with Jevon over getting to watch Beth get fucked. Penalty that time: 3 months. Altogether he was off pussy way more than on and claimed that he had only made love with Beth 8 times in the last year. But he said it with a big smile on his face, like it was a badge of honor.
