by Kot, Eleyne
“Hi, Yasmin, what you have been doing all the day?” Babette approaches us and takes a curious look at the mountain of packages we’re unloading from the taxi. “What are all those?” She asks anxiously, holding one package and reading the bag inscriptions, then adds. “Oh, my God, shoes, and what more? Bags, blouses…baby, you spent some money this morning.”
“I did, well, they did. And we managed to pass through a supermarket on the way back, though it was a bit clumsy, I have to admit it, ”I laugh and look at the guys near the pool, who look pretty satisfied and relaxed. “You are treating them too well, gals. Spoiling them is the word.”
Drew waves at me and Tony, Steven, Ted and Don gesture me to get closer to them. Eleyne is now with us as well.
“I bought gifts for you gals, we must share, mustn’t we?” I comment and wink at my girlfriends, “I didn’t really want to buy so much, but the gentlemen insisted.”
“The gentlemen are hungry now,” says Jim, grabbing a couple of bags, stepping to the kitchen while he looks at Eleyne, who is observing the result of a day of shopping. She catches his glance, smiles and tells him.
“Of course, there is something for you.”
“Are there some leftovers for me?” Colin looks to the official new cook, waiting for an answer. Eleyne replies him.
“We can get some snacks for you and Jim in a few of minutes. Just wait here near the pool, with your friends, or if you want, come to the kitchen with us.” I take most of the parcels, then Colin helps me with them, and we enter the kitchen. Tony, who looks sexy as ever, joins us and gets curious about the shopping.
“I wish you had bought sexy clothes for you and all the gals,” he comments to me impishly. I wink at him and nod.
“You will see, Master.”
Babette heaps all the packages in one corner of the big kitchen and adds.
“We were afraid that you had followed the same fate as Melisa,” while she begins searching in the fridge for something suitable for making sandwiches. “Leaving home without a word is a not good idea after everything that has happened.”
“Well, I thought about that, so I told them to call and let you know we were ok,” I say, pouring coffee in a cup. “Where are the cookies?”
“Cookies, toasts, biscuits - all have been eaten by the rest of the gentlemen, while they were waiting for the meal we served, and they enjoyed an excellent fitness class,” Eleyne asserts with a broad smile.
“Oh, you did it!” I laugh. “So what happened?”
“We enjoyed the 21 century style of fitness. Eleyne showed us how to work out with music and to sweat,” Drew comes in, kisses me on the cheek and sits at the table with us. “She´s amazingly good,” he adds and winks at the guys. “In all senses.”
“We know it, we know it very well,” confirms Jim with a beer in his hand. “So it looks like we must discover your fitness talent too, gal?” Then he looks at Eleyne more closely and asks. “Eleyne, where’s your collar?”
“I had a shower so I took it off,” Eleyne looks at Jim beaming with her best innocent smile. Then she adds. “If you want a class, we can do it even now,” a mischievous light appears in her eyes.
“But not now,” I protest, “I need the gals to help me with the pizzas.”
Babette is storing what we bought in the fridge.
“We will have more provisions for a couple of days. I see you bought all kind of things marked as Made in Argentina,” she laughs and adds. “When it's my turn I’ll bring the best products of France.”
“Gals, this is not a nationality contest, just keep on buying good food and wine,” Colin comments and searches for more beer in the fridge.
“Can you get one beer for me, babe?” I ask him and he hands me one.
“You drink coffee, now beer, and then what?” Drew winks. “Champagne?”
“Pizza and champagne, good partners,” I say and get ready to start the work.
Babette and Eleyne get the men a couple of sandwiches. I never mind to know what they are made of, but I eat a banana and an apple to calm my hunger. I turn on some music, some AC/DC cassettes and get all the items I need over the kitchen table. In a matter of minutes, flour, water, salt, yeast, I remembered to buy in the supermarket, and olive oil turn into a three pieces of dough, with the help of Babette and Eleyne, of course.
“We must let the dough rest and in one hour we will get the pizzas ready.”
“One hour?” Colin seems surprised. “It’s quite a lot of time!”
“Bad news for you,” I answer, “but in one hour we will get the pizzas ready, bake them partially, put the topping, finish the baking and then, we can eat.”
“It is a whole ceremony,” Jim snarls. “What if we eat something simpler tonight and leave the pizza for tomorrow?”
“But Jim, we have made the dough, we have to continue with the pizzas.” Exclaims Babette.
“You said I liked cooking without effort because I was lazy, remember?” I look at the hungry Jim, who is mortified at the idea of waiting so long for dinner.
Jim sighs while I give him an apple.
“It’s good for your health.”
Eleyne’s Story:
Jim looks at the apple that Yasmin has just given him as it were some kind of crap. His face reflects his emotions at having to wait longer than he has expected for the meal; he starts to look like a puppy whose toy was taken away. My gut instinct kicks in - feed a hungry male, especially feed a hungry male who gives a very good fucking; he’ll then have strength to perform more later.
“Jim, do you want one more sandwich? Did you eat anything all day?” I ask.
“Well, yes on both questions. Can you make one more for me?” He looks at me expectantly.
“Sure,” I croon to him soothingly. “Do you want it with ham or with cheese?”
“With ham and cheese, please,” smiles Jim.
He gets his sandwich and leaves the kitchen with the other guys. We continue with the pizzas. The dough is already prepared, and now the yeast inside it has to do its job, the stuff has to grow a bit. Yasmin announces.
“I thought that we can make three different kinds. We bought a lot of ingredients, especially a lot of tomato sauce and mozarella, but with seven hungry beasts, there may not be enough ingredients for three big pizzas.”
“Why not? What do you have in mind?” Asks Babette.
“I thought we could make a Quatro Formaggi pizza with mozarella, gorgonzola, parmeggiano and emmentaler. Another one with a lot of prosciutto, bacon and pepperoni sausage. And also one with mozarella, mushrooms, fresh cheese, garlic, olives and parsley, of course, all of them come with tomato sauce.”
“Sounds yummy, I love Quatro Formaggi pizza,” I comment. “Let's cut and grate everything, and then you can show us what you bought,” I wink.
We busy ourselves with the cutting. Yasmin drinks her coffee and beer, me and Babette sip wine.
“Yasmin, what about the dough, is it ready for the oven or shall we leave it for a while longer?” I ask after everything is prepared.
“It can go in,” she says, so we put the trays into the oven, “ok, now we have perhaps 15-20 minutes. I can show you stuff that I bought, actually the stuff that the guys bought for me. I couldn't use my money, they were afraid somebody would lock me up for forgery if they saw the issue dates on the banknotes,” she says helplessly. ”We have to be careful with the time, so that the dough doesn't burn.”
“OK, I'll set the timer on my phone to remind us, so that we don't get carried away trying things on,” I say. “Tell me, what did you buy for us?”
Yasmin’s Story:
We sit around the table after putting the parcels and bags on it, and I begin to open the boxes, packages and bags as if it were Christmas. The gals’ faces are curious, looking at the fashion brands displayed like in a show.
“Oh, you´ve got these fancy shoes,” Babette opens one of the boxes and takes the pumps I chose for her. “Were they very expensive? How much did you
pay?”
“Don´t know, Babette, just take them but as you see, I bought some metal garments, like these spiked boots for me, a pair of sandals, too, and fancy shoes and sandals for you. I remember all that you told me about your sizes, so I used the info. Hope you can wear them without problems.”
“And what are those?” Eleyne points at elegant packages on one side of the table.
“They are some skirts, tops, blouses and dresses for you and Babette. Let me know if you like the style. You’re not so weird as me,” I laugh, “I’m glad with a couple of Julian Twist and Steel Virgin T-shirts for all day, and something fancy for the night. I tried to be classic and discreet when I chose for you.”
The gals open the packs I hand to them eagerly and sounds of joy are heard around.
“Really nice, Yasmin,” Babette praises my choices. “I’ll try this dress on now. Can we exchange it in case something is not ok?”
“They said that we can,” I say. “And you Eleyne, do you like the dress?”
“Yes, it’s really cool. Low-cut neck,” she purrs like a content tigress, “I like it very much. I'm sure Tony and Jim will like it, too. I think I'll put it on as well,” she winks at us.
“Now,” I add, “There are some panties, they stretch, and are part of an erotic lingerie collection. They’re so cool!” All hands go for the panties, which have fancy touches, like glitter, feathers, lace. “The good thing about these is that they stretch to adapt to your size,” I take one pair of red panties and stretch them a lot.
“You won´t let your arse grow that large,” laughs Eleyne.
“Sure, they won´t allow us to grow our arses,” Babette agrees with her. “They are always ready to screw us, night and day. No calories stored.”
We explode into laughter, thinking what we’ll get from them at night does lifts our moods.
“This is very erotic,” I say opening a little parcel and spreading an open bust teddy over the table.
“Oh, you want to steal our men,” Babette complains, “I see it.”
“But you can go shopping tomorrow and we will go to the same place and choose whatever you like.”
“Did Jim and Colin see all these garments?” Murmurs Eleyne. “What did they say?”
“They just stopped at the men's section in that shop and bought something for themselves. Don't know what, small packages.”
“Bags, shoes, belts, panties, dress... hmm…” Eleyne frowns, “we need good bras. Especially you do, gals... but I have some premonitions about it,” she frowns again.
“Let's plan the shopping for the next day and we will get everything we lack now. They surprised me with that idea. I was half asleep when I bought all these.”
“You had good dreams,” says Babette and laughs, choosing a pair of panties with feathers. “What do you think Ted will say of this?” She gets up from her chair and ouches, then massages her butt.
“What’s the matter?” I ask her curiously.
“Ted gave her a nice sexy spanking,” Eleyne giggles.
“Oh,” I smile, “you know, Colin was mentioning some spanking as well. As a means of helping me get over ‘the moral stress’...” I giggle as well.
“You too?” Babette shrugs. “Stop complaining, women. What you’re getting is once in a lifetime opportunity.” Then she shrugs again. “Well, I already used mine, I’ve already told Eleyne about it.” Then she proceeds to tell me everything Eleyne already knows. Well, for sure it’s interesting. All these men for two of us only...
Eleyne’s Story:
While we’re blissfully busy trying on stuff that Yasmin has bought and exchanging dirty remarks about our men, my phone goes off. I swear as she has bought quite a lot of very nice things and we would obviously like to see and try it all on, but... duty calls.
“Shit, our time is over for now. We have to go back to cooking,” I sigh, “let's get down to work.”
“Oh, it's only a matter of putting on the ingredients on the bottoms and they go back to the oven again for another 15 minutes.” Yasmin tries to boost my mood.
So we set the purchases aside to finish preparing the three pizzas, after five minutes they are back in the oven and we are trying on clothes again. Yasmin is modeling the clothes for us and we give our comments about the fit when Colin suddenly enters.
“Well, well, well... Weren't you supposed to be cooking?” he says, folding his arms on his chest.
“We are,” I answer. “The pizzas are in the oven and will be ready in,” I retrieve my mobile phone and look at the time, “two minutes. We set the timer to notify us.”
He looks a bit happier hearing this.
“You say two minutes? Where are you going to serve them?”
I look at Yasmin and she decides:
“We can bring the food to the living room. Then it's just a question of cutting them and bringing the plates to the table. Can you open some of this Argentinean red wine that we bought? And bring the guys there in five minutes.”
“OK,” he agrees and leaves.
The timer goes off again.
“Well, here we go again,” Babette comments.
The kitchen is already full of nice cooking smells. We take the pizzas out and while Babette cuts them I take the plates to the living room. The guys are already there, impatient and hungry. Colin has opened some wine as we asked.
“It smells nice,” Jim is eager for some food. “Do you need some help bringing the things here?”
“Why not? Come on,” and he follows me back to the kitchen.
Yasmin’s Story:
Well, the dinner is almost ready, so I decide to go and store the clothes in the closet, refresh myself and go down to dinner. When I'm looking into the mirror holding one light top for the night, Colin enters the room to store his purchases in the night table.
“What are these, Colin?” I point to the mysterious packages he shoves into the night table drawer.
“You´ll see later. Exactly tonight. I think we are going to use them on you and your friends,” he laughs impishly and goes away, trying to avoid my next question.
“Oh I should have known it!” I exclaim, “Jim and you are always having the worst mischievous, naughty ideas.” I'm running down the stairs behind him. “Tell me what they are !”
“You liked all my ideas and Jim's, too. Why are you protesting?”
“Because I don't like surprises, man. I like to know what you are going to use to fuck me.”
He stares at me and simply laughs.
“You’re acting like a child. How old are you, paranormal researcher? Go and open them. And tonight I swear you will repent.”
I see a storm and problems are gathering under those brown eyes watching me.
“I hope you´ll open them,” he says and goes to the living room while I trail behind him.
“Stop, Colin.”
“What?”
“Are you talking seriously?”
“Yasmin, I always talk seriously,” he looks into my eyes, and runs his fingers into my hair, beginning to pull it softly, talking calmly and seductively. “You know, I set the rules, you obey, ok? You’re a very nice, sweet but a stubborn gal, too. Remember, don´t touch that or you will get what you want. Understand, baby?”
“All right. You are in your vicious mood now, like the moon,” I hold his hand in mine, just swinging it a little, tenderly. He’s smoothing his mood now. “But, if I opened them, what would you do with me?”
“Simply guess it,” he looks very amused with his threatening words to me.
I think I get it: spank me. He already mentioned it earlier. But I don’t say it aloud.
“Not what you are thinking, something worse,” he adds and drags me by the wrist to the living room.
Eleyne’s Story:
Jim follows me to the kitchen. Babette is there, busily finishing cutting the pizzas. Jim looks at them curiously and hungrily.
“What are they made of?”
“This one's a ‘meat lovers’
with bacon, cured ham and pepperoni, that's a four cheese pizza, and the one there is full of mushrooms and fresh cheese,” I say, while pointing each out to him.
Jim’s hand reaches for a piece of ‘meat lovers’.
“Hey!” I exclaim. “Can't you wait for the others?”
“Just one,” Jim mumbles with his mouth already full. He takes the tray with that pizza and heads out of the kitchen. I look at Babette exasperated.
“Men... They're like kids sometimes.”
She laughs and asks.
“Do we need anything else from here?”
“I don't think so, even if, they can come and fetch it.”
We take the other two trays and bring them to the living room. All the others are already there, including Yasmin. The guys are wolfing down the meat lovers pizza - actually there are only three pieces left on the tray. Looking at the scene, I'm starting to think that three big pizzas, even on a thick dough, may not be enough. I glance at Babette and Yasmin and wink. She comes closer to me and asks quietly:
“What do you mean?”
“I'm simply thinking that this may not be enough at their rate of eating. Almost one whole pizza is already gone and it hasn't been even five minutes since Jim brought it here.”
She almost laughs.
“Well, if they are still hungry after this, there are some desserts, we still have ice cream in the freezer.”
We put the other two trays on the table and help ourselves to the last pieces of meat lovers pizza. While we are munching them the guys attack the cheese and mushroom pizzas. They’re clearly in a good mood, laughing, joking, drinking beer and wine.
“Very good pizza,” Colin praises Yasmin, “I withdraw what I said about your cooking skills.” He looks at her and she beams at him.
“Yes, very good. But the ones we have eaten so far are made on the thin dough. Why did you make thick one?” asks Tony.
“Well, there are two schools about it,” answers Yasmin, “I personally prefer thick dough, and I like to put a lot of ingredients on the top.”
Having finished my piece I reach for the four-cheese pizza, as long as it's still there and I give in to the pleasure of tasting melted gorgonzola with other cheeses. Tony looks at me amused and I smile and him.
