Bethany had been trying to move past the traumatic experience she had endured with Mark. What she had anticipated to be an unwanted but brief reconnection, quickly spiralled into something far beyond her control. However, she was confident that it was behind her, and that the video recordings would be kept private. Besides, the videos weren't the most troubling aspect. It was the violation of their promise not to cum inside her. A commitment they had mostly honoured, but until the final moments. Exhausted and overwhelmed, Bethany had opened her legs widely as she approached an orgasm, unintentionally, drawing in one of Mark's colleagues, when he came deep inside her. Bethany and her husband had been actively trying for a baby. She decided that even if she did become pregnant, it would likely be the work of her husband.
Three weeks later, Bethany took the test. Positive! She wasn't certain the baby was her husbands, but convinced herself it was. In the weeks that followed, there was no communication from Mark or his colleagues. Life was moving forward for Bethany. Or so she thought.
Peter, one of Mark's three colleagues who had participated in the ordeal, was organising a card night with six of his friends. This event was a weekly tradition, with each host responsible for arranging a hired topless waiter.
Everything was going smoothly until the afternoon of the event, when the topless waiter Peter had booked called to cancel. Since it was Peter's turn to host, and the topless waiter was a key part of their tradition, he urgently scrambled to find a replacement. But every alternative venue contacted at the last minute was fully booked.
Then, a sudden idea occurred to him--Bethany. With a collection of footage on his phone, he wondered if he could "convince" her to help out. He called Mark to get Bethany's phone number, and then reached out to her with his "proposal".
The conversation was brief and Bethany abruptly hung up, making it clear that he should never contact her again. She immediately called Mark, and demanded that he never share her number with these creeps again.
Frustrated, Peter turned to Mark for advice. Mark was of course forthcoming and offered some tips on how best to approach the situation.
Following Mark's advice, Peter went to Bethany's house. Her husband answered the door! Peter introduced himself as a work colleague, and asked if Bethany was in, as he had a delivery for her from work.
Moments later, Bethany opened the door. When she saw Peter, her face and body went into shock. Speechless, and before she could react, Peter grabbed her hand, gave her the bag, and left with a brief message.
"We'll see you at 8 p.m. if you don't want the contents in the bag getting back to your husband."
Peter left. Bethany hurried to the bathroom. She unzipped the bag and peered inside. It contained a maid's outfit, a small envelope, and several explicit photos from their last encounter.
Inside the envelope was a brief note. "Come to my party, be my waiter for the evening, and I'll never contact you again. If not, the photos, and accompanying videos, will be shared with some of your most dearest. The address is on the back. We'll have you back by midnight. There won't be any funny business"
The two choices were clear: attend the party, or face having her worst secret exposed.
Bethany had only a few hours to decide. It didn't take long.
She approached her husband. "I'm thinking of going out for a drinks with friends tonight. I should be back by midnight." Is that OK?
Her husband barely looked up from his phone and gave a nod. She was relieved. She got dressed in normal clothes that would be more appropriate and smuggled the bag out with her.
When she arrived at the address, her nerves were high. She arrived ten minutes early. Peter opened the door and looked at her with a mix of irritation.
"I thought you'd be wearing the dress?" he asked sharply.
"I couldn't leave my house in a maid's outfit, could I? I presume I can change here?"
"Fine," he said, letting her in. She went to the bathroom, aware that she had only minutes to get ready. When she saw the dress, her heart sank. It was even smaller than she'd expected. The skirt barely covered anything, and the top was tight and uncomfortable.
Struggling with the fishnet stockings and the high heels, she then quickly applied the red lipstick in the bag. The reflection in the mirror seemed foreign. She felt like a stranger.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the bathroom. Peter waited for her, his eyes assessing the outfit. Bethany squared her shoulders, determined not to show her discomfort.
"Nice! Thanks Bethany -- I owe you one. You look incredible!"
Moments later the doorbell rang. Her nerves were frayed, her heart racing.
"Aren't you going to get it?" Peter asked "And remember, you're Alex the waiter tonight."
Bethany took a deep breath and steadied herself. She walked to the door, her heels clicking on the floor.
When she opened the door, a man stood there, taking in her appearance but saying nothing. Bethany's managed, "I'm Alex, your waiter for the night. Please come in. What can I get you?"
She forced a smile. The man nodded and entered, and as the door closed behind him. The reality of her role had sunk in. The tight dress made her feel exposed and uncomfortable, but she knew she had to keep her discomfort hidden. Tonight, she was Alex the waiter.
More guests arrived and Bethany served drinks. The guests were mostly absorbed in their card games and conversations, and only occasionally glanced at her. The evening was going smoothly. No boundaries were crossed or inappropriate comments made. Bethany watched the clock, knowing that midnight would get her freedom.
Just as everything was going relatively smoothly, around 10 pm, Peter interrupted with an uncomfortable request.
"Bethany, lower the zipper on your top a little please- I think we'd all like to see a little bit more before the nights out."
Flustered by the demeaning comment, she kept her nerve. She complied. She adjusted the zipper, revealing more of her chest than she was comfortable with.
As she continued serving, the top slipped lower with each movement, attracting more attention from the guests. Some stayed focused on their games, but others watched her more closely. Occasionally, some would brush against her thigh when she served, and a few started to make inappropriate comments.
Despite her mounting discomfort and the guests' intrusive behaviour, she reminded herself that the end was near. Her goal was to get through the night.
With just an hour left, she focused on enduring the final stretch. The clock continued its march toward midnight, and an end to this ordeal.
Bethany continued to notice her dress slipping lower with each movement as the night passed. But only 30 min to go.
Here is when the trouble began. The doorbell rang. It was the last guest to arrive -- he was running late. Bethany went to the door and opened it. Exposing more of herself than she intended, she opened the door, where she and the guest stood in utter shock. There in the doorway stood Simon. Simon was a staff member in her department at school. He had joined only six months ago, and Bethany was his direct line manager!
In disbelief, the colour drained from Bethany, as she struggled to process the situation.
Peter broke the silence from the table.
"Simon, this Alex. Alex, meet Simon, and grab him a drink. He's got some catching up to do."
Simon smiled. He greeted her with a friendly wink.
"Well, nice to meet you. Alex," as he stepped inside. Bethany was in shock. What would happen on Monday at work? Would Simon keep this to himself?
