Preparing for Robert's arrival
Donna sat at the table in the kitchen. Her daughters were just fetched by Ms. Brendan's driver. Donna had a lot to do before Robert would arrive Friday night. Basically, she wanted to have the workmen, busy upstairs already, to finish up so she could clean up. They were over schedule due to the constant modifications by Ninon.
Donna suspected Ms. Brendan was behind it, but those things she didn't ask anymore. Ninon wouldn't answer anyway, and Donna figured it didn't really matter, the changes just had to be done. The fact that Robert would come made her think about her situation. Things have gotten out of hand for sure. Just five minutes ago some of her nightly encounters had called to ask her out.
"I must change phones again..." she knew. "What will Robert think? Switching phone numbers three times in three weeks...But if I don't, they'll call again and again, and he'll get suspicious..."
A tear welled up in her eye as she just felt plain miserable, remembering all what had happened the past weeks.
"Why is this happening to me? What have I done wrong?" she wondered. She drank her coffee and shook her head. "No need to worry about that right now. Get the room finished, get the house clean, and Robert can come and won't notice a thing."
"Ninon was happy with my progress she told me, so I don't expect problems from that side, and the girls..." Donna shook her head, "Actually I don't have a clue what they are up to lately. This new life is totally consuming me."
The home phone rang, and Donna wondered who it could be. She picked up the phone in the living room.
"Hello?" she said. By now she didn't say her own name out loud anymore. She was able to convince some of her 'dates' that they had a wrong number and a joke had been played with them. And even though this was her home phone and not her cell, a few men had managed to get it by 'accident' from Ninon.
"Hello Cutty! How are you doing today?"
It was Ms. Brendan! Donna's heart jumped a beat, what was she up to now, had she done something wrong?
"I- I'm fine, Ms. Brendan. Thank you."
"Good, listen, I just had a conference call with my employee Robert, and he is doing a marvelous job. That means he deserves a marvelous bonus..."
"Here we go again..." Donna thought as she recalled the last weekend Robert was back home.
"...And that is of course where you come in. your last weekend with him was a total disaster, so I want you to do an excellent job this time, understood?"
Ms. Brendan was direct as usual.
"Yes, Ms. Brendan." Donna replied, feeling tears well up.
"She is going to ruin my weekend with Robert and the kids for sure." Donna thought.
"Now you basically have to do the same as last weekend, only now you'll have to fuck him 25 times."
"25 times!!!" Donna thought, "How on earth can I reach such a figure in a weekend?"
"I figured giving you a clear goal would be better for you. And to make sure you reach the quota I want every fuck session recorded. Write down this number, you have a pen?"
"One moment please, Ms. Brendan." Donna frantically sought a pen near the phone, and a piece of paper.
"Ok, Ms. Brendan, I'm ready."
"Hope you are, Cutty, hope you are... The number is 808-2345789. It's a pay number, sorry about that. You'll call with your cell and leave the line open every time you fuck with my employee, up until the moment he comes. That way I will be able to check anytime if you are doing as told. If it is not recorded correctly it doesn't count!"
"O-Ok Ms. Brendan" Donna meekly replied.
"Now don't disappoint me! I heard good news so far from Ninon about you, and I'm also impressed with what I've read about you. I would hate it if all that credit would go to waste in one lousy weekend."
"Yes, Ms. Brendan, I understand." Donna cursed herself as she sounded so submissive. "I won't disappoint you again, Ms. Brendan."
A silent fell, and Donna wondered what was next.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Ms. Brendan hinted.
"I- I love you, Ms. Brendan." Donna hastily added.
"Good, Cutty, very good. Talk to you on Monday." And the line went dead.
Donna looked at the piece of paper with the telephone number and thought about the number of fucks she would have to have with Robert. "How on earth will I reach 25? And she probably expects me to go beyond it too..."
Donna quickly calculated the possibility, 3-4 Friday night, Saturday 10-11, Sunday 10-11, she would have to suck him off at times too, as fucking itself would just take too much time, was that acceptable to Ms. Brendan?
"I'll have to ask Ninon, ask for advice." She concluded. "Hopefully she has an idea on how to do this. Hopefully Robert leaves Monday afternoon, and not early in the morning as last weekend..."
Now Donna was really stressed. She hated the situation she was in, and she knew Ms. Brendan would find a way to spoil her weekend.
"If I have to fuck him so much, it's like every 2 hours a fuck, but he'll sleep, he'll pass some time with Lisa and Trixy..."
A loud noise upstairs woke her up from her pondering, and she ran upstairs to see what the men were up to this time, her daily chores called her again.
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The morning passed by with Donna finishing up the guestroom above. The men luckily finished on time.
"Tomorrow I'll decorate it," Donna thought as she looked around. "Right now, it sure looks like some brothel."
It definitely looked that way with the pole, the hooks in the ceiling. And the high poled carpet, red of course. Ninon had chosen most of the items in the room. She didn't want no misunderstanding as to what was happening in it, Donna understood.
But she figured with some flowers, plants, paintings, she could fix it up to look close to descent. She would also lock the door and say that Ninon had some private stuff in the room anyway. She didn't worry about the room for now.
Her worries were about the assignment from Ms. Brendan. She called up Ninon before going to work to ask her if she could please pass by tonight, as she needed advice. It was the first time she actually asked Ninon over. She usually just was present.