With the towels draped over our shoulders, we picked up our clothing from where it had all been summarily tossed aside in our haste to get into the pool and made our way into the house. While Mom and Mable fussed about in the kitchen preparing some snacks, John and I made our way into the living room and flounced onto the sofa.
It was a strange feeling to be so openly nude in front of John, but since we had already been nude for most of the evening, it almost felt normal and hardly uncomfortable at all.
Mom and Mable entered several minutes later, both of them still completely nude as well, and I smiled appreciatively to see Mable's heavy breasts swaying ever so sensually as she walked. They joined us on the sofa, having prepared a large tray of crackers, with cheese slices and rolls of ham and salami. Mom smiled as she popped the cork on another one of her ubiquitous bottles of wine and poured for us all.
Mom was curious as to what our plans were for the coming day, and Mable outlined how she and I were going to a new client's house together for the first setup and cleaning, followed by a trip to the bank to create a new joint business account.
"How many clients have you got now?" Asked John.
I looked to Mable, who's encyclopedic memory had the details ever-present in her head. "We currently have thirty," she said. "Which means Jimmy has one monthly follow-up every day now. I'm hoping I can get things to sixty by the end of next month, which should be netting him a pretty decent monthly income for relatively little effort on his part and giving his clients a much-appreciated ease of mind."
"Let me know if you ever need any help with anything," said John. "I'd be happy to help out."
Mable smiled, "That would be great, John. As a matter of fact, Jimmy and I had been thinking about bringing in another person when things got really busy, and we both think you'd be perfect for the job."
"Excellent," he smiled, raising his glass to us. "Just let me know."
"It's pretty easy stuff, man," I said. "Just routine backup of files and then scanning for malware and defragging. Usually less than an hour. Probably the worst part is if and when the client wants to hang out looking over your shoulder and asking all kinds of questions."
"Or tries to seduce you," added Mable with a knowing smile.
I laughed, "Yeah, well...that too I suppose," I said taking her meaning with a knowing smile.
"Are you talking about that Eleanor woman you spoke about earlier?" Asked Mom, looking at Mable.
Mable nodded, "She's basically harmless, I think. Just always looking for opportunity and means all the time."
"Is that the same Eleanor we met in Wal-Mart?" Asked John, looking at me.
"The very same," I said, popping a cracker into my mouth.
"Wait," said Mom, turning to John with a surprised look. "You've actually met this Eleanor?"
"Yeah, we bumped into her in Wal-Mart one day and James introduced us. Why? Is there something wrong with her?"
Mable laughed, "No, she's just a little too much on the slutty side for my taste. When I brought her on as a client, I really felt I had to warn Jimmy about her."
"Wow," said John. "So, exactly how slutty IS she then?"
"Should I show them the videos?" I asked, looking pointedly at Mable.
Mable laughed aloud, "You still have them? Sure. As they say, a picture is worth a thousand words."
It took me a few moments to hook my laptop up to our big-screen tv and booting it up, then browsing to the folder containing the videos I "borrowed" from Eleanor. We could all see the list of video folders, and I selected the one labeled Christmas party and opened it up.
It was even more engaging to see Eleanor performing with all her partners in high-definition on a sixty-inch screen. John's erection was almost immediate, and he made no attempt to hide it. I did my best not to do the same but was foiled by Mable who encouraged me to full tumescence with her fingers as we watched.
"Oh, my God," said Mom breathlessly as Eleanor took one man vaginally and another anally, while sucking a third man's cock. "She's absolutely amazing, like some kind of porn star."
I played both Christmas party videos back to back. I knew from personal experience how much watching the videos excited Mable and could tell the videos were having the same effect on John and Mom as well. As Mom watched, she stroked her breasts and pinched her nipples, her cheeks red with arousal.
"Wow," said Mom when the second video ended. "I can certainly see why you felt compelled to warn Jimmy about her. When it comes to sex, that woman seems to only have one speed and there doesn't seem to be any kind of an off-button."
"True that," returned Mable with a smile.
"What else did you get from her?" Asked Mom, leaning forward to peruse the folder's menu. "What the hell is Animal?"
I shrugged, having never opened the folder. "She seemed fond of certain kinds of porn videos. See..." I said opening the folder labeled Massage to reveal at least a dozen massage room videos, and another labeled Lesbian with several dozen videos of that genre. I opened the folder labeled Animal to find only one video. It had no name, just a date to indicate it was six months old.
"Go ahead and open it," said Mom. "Let's see what it's about."
I had several misgivings but started the video. It showed a bare room, with only a blanket on the floor. The camera jiggled as the off-screen operator set it up to capture the desired area and set the focus.
Once that was set, an anonymous woman crawled into the center of the screen on her hands and knees, completely nude. I say anonymous because she wore a terrible fitting black wig and an absolutely garish Mardi Gras mask with green feathers to cover her eyes and mask her identity.
Mom laughed aloud, "Lovely," she said.
The woman posed in front of the camera on her hands and knees for several seconds, and then a very large dog made an entrance. I quickly reached out and paused the video. "I kind of thought it might be this kind of video. Maybe we should just leave the rest up to our imaginations."
