Pager Update : George has started his treatments. And his daughter Chrissy has been giving a blowjob to the College Dean. Debs is looking forward to the return of Anton, she is excited by the sex he offers. : Update Ends
After Chrissy had gone George pottered around for a bit and then left the house for his appointment. It was a location he'd never been to before. Buying the sort of sex toys and lingerie that a place of that type sold had never been on his radar.
Debs could hardly contain her excitement at the prospect of Anton returning. She drew a bath and, while that was pouring, got out the items she'd bought a couple of days ago. Today, she'd decided, she was going to wow Anton with her little black dress. She'd tested it out, it still fitted her even though she'd not worn it for years. But there was a problem. None of her underwear matched it. To be honest most of her underwear was boring. So, she'd made a trip to town and returned with the items she now laid out on the bed.
There was a half cup bra in lacy black material. It extended up as far as her nipples and showed half her aureolas. But, she discovered by experimentation, with a bit of a shrug of her shoulders her nipples lifted out of the cups to show just above the lace in what she hoped was a very sexy display.
Next there were black silk stockings, and a black lacy suspender belt to hold them up. Debs had never worn this style of stockings before and had needed to test them out. She'd put them on when George was busy in the kitchen and had walked around the bedroom swinging her hips.
And finally there was a pair of sheer silk knickers. These were Debs' favourite item, very see-through, very lacy, very much designed to draw the eye to what they barely concealed.
Bath over she dressed and waited in anticipation of an afternoon worshipping the cock of her new boss. When the doorbell went she almost ran to the door and dragged it open. Anton was stood there with both his bodyguard and his chauffeur.
"Craig needs your loo," Anton explained, and Debs gave the chauffeur directions. Then she retreated to the kitchen to make drinks. When she returned to the lounge with a coffee for Anton and an Earl Grey tea for Geoff she found Craig sat on the sofa.
"Craig is on a detox thing," said Anton. "He's cutting out the caffeine. A juice, or a glass of water if you don't have that, please."
So back to the kitchen went Debs. Luckily she had some freshly squeezed orange juice, so she poured a glass of that. If she'd been asked to say what Anton's 'heavies' drank, then tea and orange juice would have been the last thing she would have suggested. More like vodka, schnapps or whisky! But perhaps he gave instructions that they were all to keep their wits about them when guarding him.
When she returned to the lounge Anton indicated she should sit on the sofa between Craig and Geoff. The gap was quite small, they were big guys, and Debs had to squeeze between their strong thighs. She managed it, with a bit of wriggling, and watched Anton as he opened a leather bag he'd brought with him. It looked like a camera case and proved to be just that. Anton removed from the bag a very small, but rather professional-looking, video camera. It has a logo on the side that read 4K which she knew meant it made good quality video. Anton chatted away in an inconsequential manner as he delved in smaller pockets in the bag to find and insert a memory card, and add a small microphone to the top of the camera. Then he tested it, panning it around to film the room, ending the sweep looking straight at Debs. He turned it off then glanced at Debs.
"Help me test this, will you lass?" he asked. "Answer some questions for me."
Debs nodded, feeling rather exposed. After that boyfriend had described her body as looking like 'a cherry impaled on a cocktail stick' she'd avoided revealing photographs if possible. But Anton had asked so she'd better comply. She watched as Anton started the camera again.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Er... Deborah," she replied, flustered into using her Sunday name. Only her mother used her full name. "But I prefer Debs or Debbie."
"And who do you work for?"
"I work for you, Anton," she answered, glad the questions were easy. No Mastermind stuff here.
"And what did you hope for this afternoon, Debbie?"
Debs thought for a moment then decided she might as well be honest, replying, "I was hoping you would take me to bed, Anton, and give me a damn good fucking."
The words, when they came out, were a bit more raunchy than she had intended, but the sentiment was accurate. She smiled at Anton.
"And what are the rules of your employment, Debbie?" he asked.
"Er... that I do what you tell me to do?"
"Exactly," replied Anton, with a grin. "OK Debbie, now remember. A new rule for you. Any man that touches you here in your home, must be allowed to do anything he wants. Got that?"
"Ah... yes master... I understand." Debbie thought adding master was quite clever. She hoped it appealed to Anton's ego.
"Right guys," said Anton. "You may take her now!"
Craig and Geoff took one of Debbie's hands each and, in that instant, she realised that they had touched her. She was now obliged to do whatever they wanted. Her hands were placed on their crotches and she could feel her fate hardening rapidly under her fingers. She gasped with alarm. She wasn't going to get to take Anton to bed. Well she might, but it looked as if these men would be fucking her first.
Craig and Geoff stood up and dragged her to her feet. She was squashed between them, strong arms holding her, unable to escape.
George walked to Red Erotic Fashions remembering that the last time he went to the clinic he felt a bit woozy afterwards. Best to walk there and use public transport on the way back, he thought. The shop frontage was decorated in scarlet and gold and featured a lot of very risqué garments in the windows. George entered and a tall shop assistant dressed in an elegant electric blue evening gown approached.
"I'm George," said George. "Anton sent me, but I'm not sure why. Is there some work you need me to do?"
"I'm Toni," said the soft spoken assistant. "We were expecting you. Please come through to our fitting room."
The assistant turned elegantly on her high heels and led the way. George followed. The fitting room was equipped with lots of hooks for hanging up garments, several full-length mirrors, and a long bench along one wall. The bench reminded George of the gymnasium at school and he shuddered, remembering many a time when he'd been teased or bullied. But Toni didn't seem the bullying kind and she quickly put him at ease.
The next fifteen minutes was spent being measured. It was like being fitted for a suit but hat size, shoe size, and other more obscure measurements were included. Toni wrote it all down on a clipboard. It was pleasant and George hoped he'd get some clue about the work Anton wanted him to do. Toni was gentle, chatty, but not very forthcoming about the job that Anton had got lined up for him.
"Is this for my work clothes?" George asked eventually, unable to stand the lack of information any longer.
"You could say that," replied Toni. "Anton wants you to have a completely new wardrobe, something much more suitable to your work. I've taken your measurements and we'll get something to you in a few days. I've booked you for another fitting session in three months, just in case some of these measurements have changed."
I'm not a teenager, George thought, it's unlikely any of my vital statistics will change in three months.
"Now," said Toni. "I need you naked for the next bit. You can hang your clothes over there. I'll be back in a minute or two."
George obediently took off his clothes and sat on the long bench, acutely aware that all he was now wearing was a cock lock. And waited. After about five minutes the assistant returned carrying five rather anonymous boxes.
"Sorry about that," she said. "Took ages to find the pink in your size. My, you are beautiful."
George felt embarrassed. Beautiful was the last word he would have applied to himself.
"Oh sorry," said Toni. "I've embarrassed you. Tell you what I'll slip off this dress, then we will both be dishabille."
You getting naked too, George thought, isn't going to make me feel much better. But there was nothing for it but to watch as Toni elegantly undid her dress and it slithered to the floor. She picked it up and hung it on a nearby hook. Under the dress she was wearing a black silk bra and knickers. Her small, conical, breasts pushed against the soft bra and her nipples could be clearly seen pressing hard against the material. Something was also pressing against her knickers and, to George's surprise, he realised it was a semi-erect penis. Toni wasn't quite what she seemed to be.
"Okay George," the semi-naked assistant said, leaving George wondering exactly what term he should use to refer to this person. He racked his brains and decided 'she'. After all that was the impression Toni gave to anyone who visited the shop, that they were female.
Toni continued, "Anton wants you to change your nightclothes first. All those flannelette and cotton pyjamas are to be donated to the local charity shop. And, from now on, you'll only wear these."
