"The whole weekend?" I ask Mr. Smith. Clarification is crucial because my dad would probably be suspicious of any job that makes me miss church on Sunday--at least while I'm still living under their roof.
"Just Friday through Saturday. We'll share a room at the mansion, and I'll drive you back home in time for dinner." His hands softly caress my outer thigh. My legs are resting in his lap while we cuddle on his office couch at the end of another fun day on the job.
We haven't focused as much on his business-type work in a while and I haven't brought it up. He keeps surprising me with more companion duties. We've had sex every day for the last two weeks, ever since he had me for the first time in his bed after coffee--my very first time. The next day he took me again and along with my twin sister! I'm starting to wonder if there's anything else I won't do for him. I can say "No" two more times or I'll be let go.
Now he wants me to go away with him to a dinner party with his friends to perform a "Party Service." I remember that from the contract--providing my body as a surface and service to his friends during a dinner party. I didn't realize it would be for so long.
"Can you tell me more details? I have so many questions," I admit, curious and eager to participate but still not entirely understanding the concept.
He tells me it's easier to understand when you see it. He promises to sign me up for an easy task and let me see the rest of the girls, the servers, in their positions before he blindfolds me and places me among them.
"Blindfold?!"
"Oh, yes!" He grips my bare ass under my miniskirt and holds me closer to his strong body. "It helps so you stay in character and not react to what or who you see around you--so you can stay...inanimate."
My pussy lips tingle when his fingertips graze my sensitive inner thigh. "And how many of your friends?" I melt in his lap, making a puddle on his couch.
"There will be six of us there," he says as his hand slides along my slippery slit.
"Six!" I breathe closing my eyes. I imagine six cocks around me and realize I have three holes. "Will you all have sex with me? That seems like a lot." I look him in the eye as his finger enters my already used pussy.
"No, I don't think so. Not all of us." He presses my clit and I agree to accompany him tomorrow before planting a kiss on his mouth as he brings me to orgasm.
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On the two-hour car ride to the mansion, Mr. Smith keeps his hand on my inner thigh, barely touching my bald pussy. He insisted on getting me waxed this morning before we left and he hasn't been able to keep his hands away ever since. Something about my role tonight required no body hair so the technician who came to his house set fire to my pussy, anus, and legs.
At stoplights he tells me to lift my skirt and rolls down my tinted window. The chance that a stranger might peep into the car and see my bare pussy excites me. He delights in my lackluster protests combined with nervousness laughter. His car seat is definitely going to have a stain on it.
Just before reaching the highway entrance a semi stops next to us at the light. Mr. Smith tells me to make eye contact with the driver and touch myself.
"I can't do that, Sir!" I exclaim but I don't make a move to put my skirt back down.
He looks at me and narrows his eyes, "Is that a 'no' I hear coming from you young lady?"
His stern tone snaps my fingers to my clit and I look up at the driver who is fixed on the light. I nearly fall out of the window when Mr. Smith honks his horn. He plays mad at the light for the driver and looks away.
The driver's attention is caught and I mark circles with my fingers while biting my bottom lip. His eyes enlarge as he stares at me masturbating my smooth pussy. The sun's reflection hits my eyes from his phone. He must be taking pictures or recording me.
I jam two fingers into my sopping pussy and buck in my seat. Electricity shoots through me in waves and I feel the car thrust forward. A chorus of horns sounds behind us and I see the semi still at the light in the side mirror.
"Good girl. Suck your fingers clean now." I obey and he pets my wet pussy the rest of the way.
When we get stuck in traffic, he has me give him a blow job. It's tricky with the steering wheel, but I manage to swallow his entire load before we start moving again.
We arrive at the mansion in the late afternoon. Mr. Smith walks me through the high-ceiling-foyer of the mansion where tonight's dinner party is being held. After we get settled in our room, it's almost evening and the sun is setting over the view of the mountains from the living room.
There are a handful of naked women posing as furniture in an elaborate sitting room with a piano, walls of bookcases, and a fireplace. There's a foot stool on hands and knees before a high-backed chair. Her breasts dangle heavily between her steady arms. And her ass is lusciously round even without arching her back--she probably needs to have a straight spine to hold up someone's feet tonight.
Next to her, a body beneath a slab of glass lays face up on a short coffee table providing a surface for cups and ash trays. Her nipples, areola, and breasts spread like pressed flowers and her bush is flattened against the glass. Nose, lips, and forehead daintily hold the sheet of glass level.
A trio standing back to back with raised arms reaching out as a coat rack by the door are being manipulated by a stern looking woman in a maid's uniform. None of them are blindfolded yet and all seem to know Mr. Smith by the way their eyes twinkle when we walk by. Nobody speaks except for the clothed woman.
We enter a bathroom just off the human furniture sitting room. The walls and floors are white marble. It's massive with all-glass multi-stalled showers and a jetted tub that could fit at least three people. On the other side is a line of four urinals between each sits a naked woman on her feet, hands behind her back. These women have their blindfolds already.
Instead of telling me about this room, Mr. Smith ushers me in front of the closest human urinal and cozies up behind me. He lifts my tight skirt over my my ass up on my hips, exposing my bare pussy to this blindfolded woman.
I gasp when I feel his semi-hard penis slip between my legs. Resting between my parted lips, I can see his cock head poking out as if I have the tiniest dick in the world. Giggling, I grab hold.
Before I can aim, he says, "That was a long drive," and lets loose a stream of clear piss hitting her bare breasts, splashing back onto me. "Quick. Try for her mouth," Mr. Smith instructs. I didn't realize she'd opened her mouth, but I get his last few squirts right on target and she swallows as soon as he stops. She doesn't move, speak, or grimace sitting all wet in a puddle of his piss--that same piss sliding warm into her belly.
It's an exhilarating feeling to essentially pee on someone using Mr. Smith's cock. Someone willing and who just let me do whatever I pleased. No wonder Mr. Smith likes it so much when I follow his orders and submit. And I am grateful Mr. Smith didn't sign me up for this task!
I wonder what exactly I am doing tonight if I wasn't furniture or a urinal.
My questions are answered in the next room--the dining room. "This is where you will be," Mr. Smith informs me. Apparently, I am special and will be the only server in this room. My role is to be the platter for their dinner and dessert.
"We'll be eating various foods off of you. Between the three different courses you'll be wiped clean with warm cloths." The thought of a bunch of men touching me, licking me, maybe poking me with forks while I am blindfolded makes my clit quiver.
He slowly unbuttons my dress for me--starting between my breasts.
"It's imperative that you remain still and quiet, so you don't disturb our meal. If you do break character, don't worry, just do your best." He reaches the last button just below my pussy and swipes his hand along my moist crevice before brushing the dress off my shoulders. I stand in front of him in the empty room while he drinks in my naked form. Gesturing toward the gleaming dark wood table with one hand, he pulls a black silk blindfold from his back pocket with the other.
"How do I know when I can talk and move again, Sir?" I ask hopping onto the clean, cool surface. I hold my knees to my chest.
His smile is crooked and his eyes narrow. "After you are cleaned, we'll leave you in the tub to soak back in the bathroom I showed you. When we leave the room, you can remove your blindfold and move and behave as you normally would. And when you're ready, you can join me in our room."
