Part 2
I dished up dinner, Oliver, my husband asked if I was alright.
"Why?" I asked nervously.
"Only it's not exactly cold and you have that scarf on, that's all," he said.
I shot a look at Andrea, who looked deathly pale and about to vomit. We had our story, and Oliver didn't even question it, maybe he didn't even hear what we told him.
I'd packed two bags with a change of clothes in them for each of us, all locked in the boot of my car.
I loaded the dishwasher, she helped her nerves causing her to drop a glass onto the floor, where it smashed. I bent down to help her clear the broken pieces up. Her hands were shaking.
"We do this for your father, do whatever they want, then we come back here and we never, never ever fucking talk about today again. Today, tonight never happened. Understand?"
"Yes Mum, I understand." Andrea said her eyes welling up again.
"Good, one more thing, you go on the pill. Tomorrow, we go to the chemist, get you the morning after pill, and the doctors, you go on the pill." I told her.
"The morning after pill?"
"You know what that is, or you fucking should do. It's for stupid girls that get fucked without taking precautions."
"Mum, I'm so, so sorry." She said, tears running down her face.
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"Do you think they'll both come Kurt," Brian asked.
"Doesn't matter Brian, not really. She'll come, if only to protect her little girl and her husband and her reputation. If they both come, well you know. But if I was betting then I'd bet she brings the girl."
"Either way, I've got everything set up Kurt, eight cameras, all set to go. I've tested the live feed, it's all good. We've sold a huge number of passes, all on the back of this afternoon's performance."
"Good man. The boys will be ready, get them to pop a couple of Viagra about eleven, we will be good to go around half past. This afternoon's tape can be shown again before then, get the audience primed, and just in time for the Yanks to log on."
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I took her into the bathroom straight after diner, locking the door behind us. Oliver had disappeared into his study, he wouldn't be out again before we left, but we'd change later, just in case.
"Mum, do I have to?" Andrea asked nervously.
"Yes, shave your fanny, and do a good job!" I told her.
"But...."
"But nothing, now use this," I said, handing her my lady shave with a new blade.
She took her knickers off, and began, as I watched.
"You need to do the underside as well, and around your bum," I instructed.
It was hopeless, so I did it. I made sure I didn't miss a single hair, either around her cunt, or around her little anus, but leaving a landing strip the same as mine, as Kurt had instructed.
"I'm not giving them one single reason to complain Andrea, and if this is uncomfortable for you, then hard fucking luck."
She cried again.
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It was five to when they arrived.
They!
I smiled as Claire walked in holding her daughter's hand. I had to stop myself from punching the air.
YES!!!!
Claire was in another mini skirt, and low top, the love bite I had given her this afternoon vivid purple on her neck. The daughter was in a kilt just covering her bum, a blouse stretching across her bust. The girl looked like her mother, blonde and long legged. They both looked nervous, the girl was shaking, which was exactly the look I wanted. I told them to re-apply their makeup, red lips. They did what I told them; they didn't even ask why. It was nearly time.
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We stood at the bar; Kurt had told us to re-apply our lipstick. I suppose he wanted us to leave red marks on his cock, typical man. I suddenly wondered if Andrea had ever given head. He moved away, to get us a drink, calm our nerves.
"Andrea, listen, he'll want you to suck his cock, you know!" I whispered.
"Girls talk about that at school, do you...... do that Mum?" She asked.
"Yes of course, and so must you. Understand?" I told her.
She didn't get chance to say anything more as Kurt handed us our drinks. I drank mine straight down, Andrea sipped hers, but drank it all.
Tonight, would be fine, then we'd never ever speak about it again. Ever. I am not sure how, but I suddenly found myself on the stage again. Kurt told us what he wanted, a strip in tandem. Andrea looked like she was going to wet herself. The music started as the lights suddenly got bright. Her hands were shaking so much she couldn't unbutton her blouse, I had to help. I was down to my knickers and bra, but she was almost frozen, so I helped her again, unclipping her bra, then told her to do what I did, as I unclipped mine, letting the straps fall, but holding the cups over my boobs. She did the same, then when I took it away, she took a big gulp of air and did the same. I told her just to dance, as I slowly peeled my knickers off, making sure I didn't get them caught, I didn't want him to have any reason to complain. Then I helped her, Kurt had said her kilt was to stay on, not that it covered anything, I pulled her knickers down, holding her so her back was to the lights, and to Kurt. I lifted her kilt exposing her bum, whispered to her, telling her to take them right off, which she managed to do. Then holding hands, we gave a little bow.
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"That was great" I told them both, "here you look like you could do with a drink."
They both drank the drinks straight down. The drug it contained would make them malleable, they do exactly what I told them. The lights came back on, the music re-started, and now the main show would begin.
"It's alright Claire, we just want to fuck you and Andrea, that's all. You know that don't you," I said.
I watched as she nodded.
"Good, now just do everything you're told, you'll do that won't you, do everything you're told."
"Yes Kurt, of course, I'll do everything I'm told," I said, almost in a dream.
"Now Andrea, I'm going to fuck you, you want me to do that to you, don't you," Kurt said to her.
"Yes, I want you to fuck me," Andrea replied.
I thought that was strange because I was sure that she didn't.
"That's right Andrea, we'll fuck you. And you'll do everything you're told won't you Andrea, like a good girl."
"Oh yes, I'm a good girl, I'll do what I am told." Andrea said.
The lights seemed even brighter than this afternoon I thought. I wondered why, but just wondered......
I woke. I was home, in my bed, but didn't know how I got here. I lay trying to think. I remember some guy fucking me, as another guy I'd never seen before fucked Andrea beside me. I think there was another guy was well but wasn't sure. I needed to pee. I got up and went into the ensuite. As I flushed, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I was a mess, my makeup still on, my hair had cum in it, lots of it, I had dried cum on my tits. I was sore, everywhere. I had another love bite on the other side of my neck, another new one on my other boob. My mouth, just awful. Where my husband was, I had no idea. Andrea?
I ran into her room, she was naked on the bed, spread eagled her cunt red and puffy, looking a total mess, the same as me. A massive love bite on her neck, one on her boob. I shook her awake. Her eyes were bleary, then she suddenly got up and ran to the bathroom, where I heard her throwing up. She was wiping her mouth when I reached her. I gave her a hug. She needed one, I needed one.
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I vomited into the loo, then flushed. I wiped my mouth, then Mum was there. We hugged, both of us naked. When I looked at her, she had another love bite on the other side of her neck.
"I'm not the only one," she said.
I looked in the mirror, it was huge, no way could I hide it, one on my boob.
"How? I don't remember," I said.
"Me neither," she said.
