I was not done with my instructions. "Now go and reset the table and tell the waiters you hired that they may help you, but they are not to come out of the kitchen. You are to be our servant."
Ann was not happy, but she did not hesitate. She reappeared in the living room about ten minutes later carrying a tray with three drinks on it which she passed out to Tony, Gerry and me. She had taken off her slip and the consequence of that act was immediately noticeable to us all. What once seemed like a fashionable outfit was now totally provocative. Where the fabric of her dress lay in a single layer against her skin, it was as i f she were wearing nothing at all. Where the fabric bunched or folded, it obscured what was underneath.
After a short while we sat down for our dinner. It was at that point that Gerry and Tony realized that Ann was having a special role that evening. They had assumed that she was busy with her preparations before which i s why she was not spending time with us in the living room, but seeing only three place settings, they realized that Ann was "working" that evening.
Ann served us smoked trout to start. I saw Tony react as her barely covered right breast brushed aganst his shoulder when she removed his plate.
Our conversation over our next course was pretty normal, but each time Ann appeared to bring something in or out, I watched as Tony's eyes followed each movement she made. At one point, while Ann was removing a salad pl ate from Gerry, Tony reached for something on the table and knocked over his wine glass. Ann reached for a napkin to blot up the wine and I saw another opportunity. Grabbing the hem of Ann's dress, I used it to create a
"dam" on the table and soak up what had been spilled. Then, with a firm sudden movement, I ripped Ann's dress off and bunched it up and used it to complete the tidying process. Ann stood there unflinching and Tony made no effort to conceal his admiration for her body. Ann's immense breasts rested on her ribcage and, although not saggy, by virtue of their size and weight, extended actually on to her upper belly. As always she was neat ly and completely shaved, without the slightest trace of stubble. After allowing herself to be visually inspected, she turned her attention to cleaning up the mess and resetting the table. She performed these tasks with energy and speed, never once stopping to put something on as she marched in and out of the dining room. We finished our meal with good appetites and I invited Tony and Gerry to join me in the library for coffee.
"You have her trained well" Tony said. "I admire the way she takes what you give in stride."
"She is special" I agreed.
"Would you take direction like that?" Tony directed his remark to Gerry.
"From certain people, without any hesitation" Gerry answered Tony but looking directly at me.
I did not miss that opening. "Gerry, go see if you and Ann can figure out some entertaiment for us" I said.
"Certainly" she answered as she got up to leave.
I offered Tony a brandy while we waited to see what Gerry and Ann would arrange.
Gerry appeared about twenty minutes later wrapped in a large terry robe. She invited Tony and I in to the master bath. We followed Gerry in and watched as she took off her robe. Ann directed her to sit astride the edg e of the tub, with one leg resting on a towel bar and the other on a tiled shelf behind the tub. The effect was for her legs to be spread apart completely. Ann arranged her apparatus before her. Using a scissors, she t rimmed closely Gerry's theretofore luxuriant pubic hair. Then, she used warm washcloths to soap and massage and soften the now trimmed area. Finally and carefully she shaved Gerry entirely, from the hairs which curled a round her bottom to those few strays which headed up towards her belly button. The whole process took at least twenty minutes. After rinsing the remnants of the soap off and rubbing the area with some sort of alcohol ba sed astringent which caused Gerry to gasp and which pinkened her vaginal lips, Ann led Gerry back, of all places, to our dining room. There Ann directed Gerry to lay back on the table. Ann disappeared into the kitchen a nd returned with a cart filled with different pints of ice cream, syrups, and other toppings. Ann said she was planning on "make your own" sundaes as the dessert and thought that there was no reason not to adhere to that plan.
"Let me show you how" she said. Ann took a spoonful of ice cream, a dollop of whipped cream and placed them on Gerry's lower belly, just above her sex. Gerry squealed with pleasure, no doubt from the soothing effect of these cold confections. Ann then proceeded to lap up this mini-sundae. She turned then to Tony and asked what flavors and toppings he liked. She followed his instructions and assembled a butterscotch sundae (vanilla ic e cream) with whipped cream, nuts and a cherry. All these ingredients were nestled in the juncture of Gerry's legs.
"Do you want a spoon?" Ann asked, "or would you simply want to take off your shirt and dive right in?"
Tony took off his tie and then his shirt and proceeded to enjoy his desert.
"How about you?" Ann said to me.
"Chocolate ice cream and marshmallow sauce" I answered.
Ann scooted on to the table and after getting the ingredients ready, leaned back and arranged herself just as Gerry. Not unlike Tony, I opened my shirt collar and started to eat. The first few mouthfuls were entirely d esert; thereafter Ann's skin and her taste started to mix in. I glanced over at Gerry and Tony. There was no trace left of Tony's sundae, but he was "licking the plate clean." Ann for her part was responding to my atte ntion. We continued this for a while, with each of Ann and Gerry seeming to draw great pleasure from our efforts. When we finished, Tony and Gerry announced that they were going to leave. Gerry went in to the bedroom t o get dressed and I told Ann that she should stay with me while Gerry got ready to go.
We went in to the living room and while Tony waited for Gerry, Ann-totally nude-and I sat on the couch and necked like teenagers. Ann, it seems, realized again that I cared for her.
Six Months Later
It had become my custom, in the summer, to invite the office staff to my farm in Sharon, Connecticut for a weekend of relaxation. This particular August weekend had been picked a few months earlier and I could not have chosen better. It was warm, but uncharacteristically, not too humid and the forecast was for much of the same weather the rest of the weekend. Ann, Clara, Sara and I had gone up to the farm the Thursday evening before everyone else was scheduled to arrive. I had arranged for a stretch limo to bring everyone else up the next day.
At about 12:30, the limousine pulled in to the driveway, and Gerry, Marie, Sharon, Maria and Lisa all clambered out. Lisa had been hired a two months earlier as Jodi's replacement. Ann and Clara showed everyone to their rooms, while Sara set out a buffet lunch. Mid-way through lunch Gerry announced that everyone had a surprise for me and that after lunch, I should go out to the pool and await my surprise.
I had just about dozed off in my lounge chair, when I heard a rustle of noise and looked up to see my surprise. What I saw was a parade of each of my "girls" marching in a straight line and then arraying themselves in a little semi-circle around me. They were all attired identically. They were wearing white tops over identical gold bikini bottoms. Their bottoms were not fitting snuggly, and to an extent they fell away from each of their lower bellys. Those of the girls who shaved did not look as undressed as did those who did not, as their pubic hair certainly was visible.
At a cue which Gerry gave, they all took off their tops, and they stood in front of me for my inspection, each with big smiles and each noticing that my erection had snuck out of the leg of my shorts.
This was a first-all of the women in my empire were standing there together having so carefully arrayed themselves in an enticing manner. Gerry then gave another signal, and in practiced unison, each girl reached for a clasp on there left hip and they unhooked one leg of their bikini bottoms which each then released. The bottoms puddled at each of the girls feet and, as they all stood before me, absolutely naked and smiling and giggling. I felt richer and more in possession of a domain than I think I ever had before.