HIRED HELP
Epoligue
"I won't be long on the phone," Jennifer said as she dialed.
It took several rings before the phone was picked up. "Hello?"
"Mother! How good to talk with you!" she said, enthusiastically
with an evil grin on her face.
"Jennifer... I don't know if I really want to talk right now,"
she said.
"Oh, but I'm being a good daughter. I have to call my beloved
mother to tell her how much I love her!"
"I... had a rough night," she said.
"I heard that you went home with Ben after the reception. Is
that true?"
"Well... he invited me over for a drink afterwards," she said.
Turn down a drink? Never! thought Jennifer.
"You know, Richard just talked to Ben. Ben really wants to have
you over again,"
she said. "Now, be honest with me, is Ben going to be my stepdaddy?"
"I don't think so," replied her mother curtly.
"Did you at least have a good time?" Jennifer asked.
There was dead silence from the other end of the line. "Ben
sure seemed to think that you did. Is that the first time you did it
with a woman?"
There was another long pause, and the sound of ragged breathing.
"All he did was watch!" she exclaimed. "That's all he did!"
"So, maybe I should buy you another dildo for your birthday,"
she said. "You seemed to really enjoy it."
"Shut up!" her mother exclaimed. "I don't want to talk about
it!"
"Did you really offer to suck his cock?" she asked.
"Jennifer! You horrible daughter!"
"I really don't have to ask you," she said. "Ben taped the
whole thing. We're going to go over there and watch it next week..."
Her mother's voice was replaced by a dial tone. "Hmmm... I
guess she doesn't want to talk to me anymore."
Jennifer stood up and smoothed out her dress. It was made of
black vinyl, and covered her from neck to the floor. It was a very
tight sheath dress, with no slit, and her steps were restricted to
less than a foot. Six inch black heels were locked onto her feet.
Jennifer was becoming used to maneuvering around in dresses like
this. Underneath it, there was a corset, and the chastity belt that
she had worn under her wedding dress.
There was a buzzing from the belt. "Hey, just watch it!" she
said, picking up her own remote control.
Richard was wearing a pair of tight black leather pants, with a
white silk shirt. Underneath, he wore a butt plug and penis sheath,
with vibrators attached to each. As Jennifer pushed the button on
her remote control, she heard his vibrators come to life.
"En guard, Jennifer!" he said, holding his remote control with
antenna like a rapier.
"I'm ready... I think," came Laura's voice.
Laura walked in, balancing in black six inch heels. She was
wearing the rubber maid's outfit that Jennifer had worn so many
times. Long sleeves, high neck, very flared skirt. Her figure was
accented by the tight corset she wore underneath. Laura turned
around, and as her skirt rose up, Jennifer saw the chastity belt that
she had worn to the wedding.
Jennifer knew that Richard had tinkered with the settings. Now,
it only waited half as long before resuming its vibrations. Laura
had to work twice as hard to keep it from distracting her endlessly.
From the flush on her face, Jennifer guessed that she might not be
able to make it the whole night.
There was the sound of the doorbell. "That must be Collin!"
Jennifer said, walking over to her sister and fussing with her hair.
"Now, you have to look your best for this job," she said.
"And answering the door is a part of your duties," said Richard.
"Looking like this?" she said.
"I've done it," said Jennifer.
As Laura walked out of the room, Jennifer spoke up. "Do you
think that Collin will like her?" she asked.
"He'll positively drool over her," Richard replied. "*I'd*
drool over her, if I wasn't married to you," he said. "It must run
in your family. I just wonder how much longer we'll have a maid
after Collin sees her."
"I'd have to say three weeks, at the most," replied Jennifer.
"But... there *are* advantages to privacy," said Jennifer, as she
pushed the button on her remote control.
The END
