by Bridy McAvoy
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By Monday evening Lizzie was up and about again but still tended to sit either gingerly or lie down on her side or front. By Tuesday she was better still, nearly back to her own self. Phil came in on Tuesday night and insisted she have Wednesday off as well, and she agreed only when he allowed her to come in on Thursday. However, he wanted to take them all out for a meal on Wednesday night as an additional way of saying sorry.
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On Wednesday night Phil arrived to collect them and took the three immaculately turned out girls to his favorite Italian restaurant, the same one he had taken Lizzie to before. Lizzie was now fully recovered and, despite her experience the week before, was back to her vivacious self in conversation with Phil. The other two were almost bemused by their friend’s behavior, and exchanged knowing looks. The meal went quickly and was lubricated by several bottles of good wine, although Phil was drinking water rather than wine.
Phil dropped them home quite late and was invited, by Carrie, in for a coffee.
“Just a coffee, girls. I’ve got to be up early in the morning.”
The three friends collapsed in giggles as the group entered the door.
Susie and Carrie were surprised when Phil made moves toward leaving. They hadn’t expected him to mean it and Lizzie positively pouted before smiling and leading him to the door. A quiet three minute conversation took place and it was quite a pensive looking Lizzie who walked back into the living room as they heard Phil’s car drive off.
“What is it?”
“Do tell.”
“I’ve just found out what’s happening at the weekend. I need a drink. I think we all do.”
Chapter 41
Phil arrived back from his business trip at about four o’clock and sent Lizzie home to get ready. He picked up the three somewhat subdued girls just after six and they drove out to Bill’s house. This time Lizzie was sitting in the front and the three were casually dressed in tops and jeans rather than something specifically sexy. Nevertheless, they were all apprehensive about the weekend that they were going to be spending—as Phil put it—On Location.
Bill met them at the front door with a huge smile and ushered them into the house; they’d only been allowed to use the pool area before. The entrance hall was quite impressive with a sweeping circular staircase ascending to a balustrade balcony that ran around the rest of the double height room. Large open doorways displayed the reception rooms and dining room opening off the hallway, and you could see straight through to the patio behind the house and the shimmering surface of the swimming pool they’d used on their last visit. Large picture windows dominated all parts of the ground floor which, coupled with the high ceilings, provided plenty of light and a very airy feel to the place.
Motioning them to dump their bags whilst Phil brought in all his camera gear, Bill led the three girls though the huge dining room into the spacious kitchen, the only main room on the ground floor that didn’t open off the grand hallway. The white beech floor and light wood units surmounted by massive marble worktops complemented the island with its six foot long butcher’s block top and the ten seat informal dining table. In one corner a small spiral staircase in blazing white metalwork rose into a room that was apparently the same size as the huge kitchen and negligently dismissed by Bill as being his study.
Phil finally breezed into the kitchen and, to the girl’s dismay, already had a camera in his hand.
“Right, ladies, first shoot of the evening, and Bill’s brought you into the kitchen for a good reason because this is your set. If you just pop into the laundry room over there you’ll see three outfits hanging up, each with your initials on them. Chop, chop, girls. Time is money, you know!”
Lizzie shrugged to her friends and led the other two into the small laundry room which at least had a door between it and the kitchen. Shutting the door, they saw hanging on the door three plastic kitchen bib style aprons, each with the letter L, S or C inscribed on the neck strap and nothing else. Susie took the lead and pulled her top over her head and started work on the buckle of her belt. Lizzie waited until she caught Susie’s eye and nodded to the shelf in the corner where they could all see the blinking red light of a video camera that was pointing at them. Carrie walked up to a position in front of the camera and clearly said, “Filthy Pervert!” before standing there and casually pulling her own top off. The three girls shed everything except their knickers and then ducked their heads through the loops of the aprons and tied the belts behind their backs.
“Knickers off too, girls.”
Obviously the video was linked to a live feed with the guys watching them so, quickly, three pairs of panties joined the pile of clothing and, opening the door, the three barefoot and bareback girls filed out.
“Right, girls. This is going to be a quick shoot and will be very simple. I want you to busy yourselves around the kitchen, carrying out normal kitchen tasks. Carrie, you go over to the sink and start washing up. Susie, get the coffee on, and Lizzie, stand here and slice this cucumber if you will.”
Lizzie giggled. Having spotted the cucumber, she had expected an entirely different use for it. Carrie moved over to the sink and started to run some water and realized there was no washing up liquid.
“Bill, where do you keep the washing up liquid?”
Both Bill and Phil laughed and Carrie felt humiliated by a joke she wasn’t party to.
“You got to look for it, sweetie. That’s part of the shoot.”
She blushed and stepped back from the cupboard to open it and look inside. Sure enough, she could see the required bottle right at the back of the bottom shelf. Phil was roaming all round her, taking photo after photo in her obscene outfit and she realized they didn’t want her to just squat and get the bottle. She bent over at the waist, demonstrating the smooth skin of her buttocks to the appreciative whistle from Bill. She parted her legs slightly, knowing that Phil would want a nice shot of her pussy and patch of dark hair just above it. She still couldn’t reach the bottle and realized that the two guys were watching her expectantly.
With a shrug, she dropped gracefully to her knees and then her hands and half crawled into the cupboard, leaving her bare ass clearly on view. She spread her knees apart without being asked and heard Phil clicking away madly at her exposed unfurling slit. She slowly backed back out of the cupboard clutching the precious bottle and straightened up in front of the sink. She was surprised to find that she was breathing heavily and it certainly wasn’t from exertion. Damn, her body was, as ever, betraying her again.
Susie, meanwhile, by checking the cupboards had located the coffee, in a similar and obviously deliberate awkward place as Carrie’s, and the coffee mugs on the top shelf of the overhead cupboard. Lizzie had also spotted that the knives she needed to choose from had been deliberately positioned in the middle of the island so that she would have to stretch to reach them. Phil now turned away from Carrie and focused his attention on Lizzie. She took a deep breath which, of course, pushed the front of the apron nicely out, and stretched up onto her toes to reach the knife block. Knowing, just as Carrie had known, what Phil would want, she made sure her legs were planted apart in order to provide the shot he wanted.
Lizzie relaxed back and happily began slicing the cucumber, supposedly unaware that the top of the apron had hitched up during her maneuvers and, from the sides, her breasts were easily on view. This time, before moving his attention to the third model, Phil casually leaned in and undid the box at Lizzie’s waist which loosened the apron. However, he left the slip knot in place so that her continued movements would continue the process naturally. Lizzie looked at him reproachfully and then flashed him a smile and winked. As an afterthought, he reached across and did the same to Carrie, who stiffened momentarily before continuing to wash the same plate over and over again.
Susie was waiting for Phil to concentrate on her before following Carrie’s lead and dropping to all fours to fish the coffee out from the cupboard. Her legs were spread even wider
apart and the view of her pussy mound as she arched her back, pushing her butt into the air, was quite breathtaking. Phil leaned forward and ran his finger along the length of the exposed slit and was not surprised when it came away damp. She shuddered under the touch but, as he continued to run his finger across the sensitive area, she pushed herself back against his finger and, lifting one hand from the base of the cupboard, pushed it inside the open side of the apron top and began to massage her breast. Phil could see what she was doing from his position outside of the cupboard but knew that Bill couldn’t. He jerked his head to get Bill to come over and indicated to Bill to take over so that he could photograph her slut-like behavior.
She very quickly realized the hands playing with her ass and pussy were not Phil’s and, as the camera clicks resumed, she very quickly built to a crescendo and literally screamed out her release into the cupboard, almost deafening herself. The scream was so loud and so sudden that Lizzie dropped the paring knife she was using and Carrie nearly dropped the plate she was holding.
Phil and Bill stepped back to allow the slightly shaken Susie to back out of the cupboard and, as she did so, Phil reached down and undid the strap at the back of the apron. This time he did so completely and the loose garment hung down only from the neck strap. She rose to her feet and the other four found it really funny that she was clutching the packet of coffee beans in one hand when she did so. Susie eventually realized what was so funny and started to giggle. She set the coffee down on the work-top and nonchalantly reached for and lifted the neck loop over her head, throwing the discarded apron over to the other side of the room and stood there staring back at the guys, proud in her own nudity. Seeing the challenge in her eyes, the other two followed suit and Phil laughed and put the camera down on the work-top.
“Come on, ladies. Let’s show you where you will be sleeping tonight. We’ve having Chinese delivered for dinner and it will be here in about an hour—you have to be dressed for dinner.”
Phil and Bill looked at each other and laughed. The three stark naked girls just looked at each other and meekly followed the two guys back to the hallway.
Phil dropped back a little and, catching Lizzie’s attention, managed to get her to drop back slightly with him. He put his arm around her naked waist and gave her a reassuring hug. She relaxed into the crook of his arm and they followed the other three to the foot of the stairs. Bill waited at the bottom of the curved staircase, standing in the middle forcing Susie and Carrie to pass on either side of him. As they drew abreast of him, he circled their waists with his arms, drew them slightly in toward him and, by subtle pressure, started them walking up the stairs that way. From behind, the sight of two nude women walking up stairs, one on each side of a fully clothed man, with an arm around each, was quite erotic. After a half dozen or so steps, Bill dropped his arm from their waist and continued up the stairs, openly fondling a buttock with each hand.
Trapped, the girls could only allow the indignity to continue and Lizzie could do little but marvel at the composure her friends were displaying. As she too climbed the stairs, she realized that Phil was also running his hand all over her own ass in exactly the same way. Feeling skittish, she put a little extra into her walk and was rewarded when his hand slipped lower and began to rub just above the junction with her legs. She looked across at Phil and smiled gently at him for the first time since arriving in the house, feeling relaxed. Then she remembered her nude state and mentally shrugged.
Bill had reached the top and was gently leading the two girls, one hand on each bun, along the landing toward the open double doors that marked the master suite. Phil guided Lizzie through a nearer door and pushed it shut behind them. She spun round into his arms and kissed him deeply.
Susie and Carrie entered the huge main bedroom and noticed immediately that the supersized bed in the middle of the room dominated it. Their eyes also took in the two cocktail dresses laid out on the foot of the bed, together with various accessories. Raising their eyes to the top end of the bed they could see two very wispy–looking, tiny, lace baby-dolls together with a man’s silk lounge jacket in the middle. The conclusion was obvious to both. Tonight they would both be sleeping in that bed, and so would Bill!
“Right, ladies. You need to dress for dinner in about an hour. Everything you need is right there, but first I need you to solve a problem for me.”
The two naked young women turned to face him and realized he was massaging his crotch.
“Give me some relief if you would.” He sank into the easy chair in the corner and gestured for the two girls to approach him.
Chapter 42
An hour later, Bill called from the landing that dinner was ready. Susie and Carrie were now attired in the very nice, very short cocktail dresses that had been laid out on the bed. Luckily there was only a thin pair of semi-transparent panties, hold-up stockings and high heels to go with the dresses or they wouldn’t have been ready in time. Not only had Bill insisted that the two of them combine their talents and blow him, but he had sat there and watched them the whole time as they got ready. Whatever was planned for the evening it was going to include nudity, if not sex, and the two were very well aware of the fact, and equally aware of what would happen afterwards.
Phil and Lizzie left the sanctity of their room and the two girls were aghast at Lizzie’s appearance. Since they were wearing cocktail dresses they had assumed that Lizzie would be similarly attired. Lizzie was, instead, dressed in the same outfit she had seen the waitress wear at the club that night. A thin netting top was all that held her breasts in place, a tiny black silk mini-skirt didn’t even reach the bottom of her ass and the black fishnet stockings and gloves were accentuated by the starched white apron in front. The whole ensemble was completed by a pair of ridiculously frilly panties, unlike the girl in the club, and topped by a waitress’s cap. She looked stunning, but somewhat out of place compared to the other two.
Phil got all three to stand in a group with Lizzie in the middle next to the banister and he and Bill hurried downstairs. Phil reappeared a minute later with his camera in his hand and, for the girls, the usual patter began.
“Right, girls. Come closer to the banister, if you please. Look down at me. Good. Now move a little closer to each other. Lizzie, grab the banister with both hands in front of you. Good.”
From his position in the middle of the hall, looking up at them, they were somewhat foreshortened but, given the wide spacing of the balustrade spindles, he had a reasonably good view straight up their skirts. Not that Lizzie’s legs weren’t already on show, of course.
”Now, lean over the banister a little, please. Good. Spread your feet apart a bit, please. Good. No, don’t you to move apart to allow Lizzie to do as I’ve asked. Lizzie, move one foot back. That’s better. My fault. Big smiles. Good, now I want each one of you to come down the stairs towards me, very slowly. You first, Lizzie.”
Lizzie moved to the top of the stairs and waited as Phil adjusted his position on the bottom step of the straight section.
“Lizzie, come down one step at a time and pause with both feet on the same step. Hold the banister and smile straight down at me. Okay?”
She was one of those people who normally almost ran up or down stairs and there was a novelty in following the instructions Phil had given her. Nevertheless, she put everything into the slow strut down the stairs and was rewarded by Phil smiling broadly around the camera. Her breasts were pushing against the netting of the top. The way Phil had constantly fondled her in the bedroom whilst she had been putting the costume on had maintained a level of sexual heat that shone through in her performance.
“Right. Now you, Carrie. Same routine, please. Susie, can you stand at the top so you are in the background, please. Thank you.”
One at a time the other two girls came down the stairs to the punctuation of the camera shutter. Because of the cocktail dresses each wore their pictures looked elegant. Lizzie’s, in the maid’s costume, had simply looked slutty.<
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He now moved them through into one of the sitting rooms where he had Carrie and Susie sit in chairs angled toward each other in front of one of the large picture windows, which were now, of course, black as night had long fallen.
“Smile, please. Good. Now, cross your legs, outside over inside. No, Carrie, outside is the leg furthest from Susie. Better. Slide the upper leg up toward the knee and pause. Good. Bring the leg higher and rest it on the knee.”
Bill appeared on cue and handed Lizzie a small silver tray with two glasses of white wine on it and then disappeared again.
“Lizzie, take the ladies their drinks, please. Sorry, I can tell you haven’t had proper training for this job and have never worked as a waitress. Never mind. Never too late to learn. Now, stand between them holding the tray in front of them. Drop a little bob curtsey and hand offer the tray to the guest rather than the lady of the house. Sorry. Should have said—lady of the house this time is Carrie, so offer a glass to Susie first. Good. Susie, take the wine glass. Now, Lizzie, turn and offer the tray to Carrie. Good. Susie, reach out a hand and gently caress Lizzie’s leg above the stocking. Good. Lizzie, straighten up and Carrie, you do the same. Good.”
Lizzie had to stand there as her two friends ran their hands up and down her legs and, despite herself, found she was enjoying it yet again.
“Now, Lizzie, move round the back of Carrie’s chair and stand in the Vee formed by the two chairs. Good. Hold the wineglass in your outside hand and use the other one on Lizzie’s legs again. Perfect.”
The gentle caress from her two friends on the totally exposed thighs was definitely having effects on Lizzie, and the near transparent state of the top demonstrated this to Phil with a couple of salient points.
“And that’s a wrap.”
Phil ushered them through into the dining room to see there were four places set for dinner at the main table with a bank of video cameras trained on the huge table. Obviously Bill had been busy whilst Phil had been busy with the girls in the hallway. Susie spotted the small table in the corner, out of view of the cameras, where a single place had been set. She nudged Lizzie and nodded her head. Lizzie looked in the indicated direction and nodded back. As the only one dressed as a servant, it was fairly obvious where she would be sitting to eat.
