Chapter 2

Cindy picked up the intercom phone in her upstairs bedroom absolutely bored to tears and feeling a little ignored because had hadn’t been assigned a maid to help her unpack all her freshly purchased items for the Christmas week at her parent’s summer house in the Hamptons and she was looking forward to relaxing and enjoying the usually hectic time of the year in peace and quiet.

Her parents would be together after a year of separation and she expected to enjoy the fireworks of their arguments at the dinner table if for nothing else but to bone up on the fine points of torturing an almost discarded spouse with innuendo and downright rudeness.

“Hello, is this cook in the kitchen?”

The voice on the other end sounded rushed and slightly impertinent to her Park Avenue gentile ears.

“Yes, Miss, what do you want?”

She held her annoyance in check because the woman was fairly new and after all she really belonged to her parents and not to her as an employer.

“Would you be a dear and pop over to the garage and scoop up that James fellow to come up to my room to store my valises in the top of the walk-in closet? They are in my way and so unsightly just sitting on the floor.”

She heard a long sigh on the other end of the line and stamped her foot on the fluffy white carpet with a frustrated sense of aggravation that bordered on contained rage at the insolence of the servant so recently hired.

“Yes, Miss, I will take care of that for you. Don’t forget dinner is promptly at six PM and the master doesn’t shirk from chastising latecomers.”

She put the phone down less than gently and punched the pillow with her tiny fist like it was Mark’s face or the unnamed cook’s backside that deserved a whipping in the worst way. Quickly, she sat at the dresser and checked her face to make certain her eye shadow was just right and that her lipstick was perfect. Hopefully, this James creature would be inspired to test her reaction to his kissing her on her lips like the aggressive male she suspected was hidden inside his passive demeanor.

She called to memory his stiffness after watching her climb the stairs in front of him with her swaying hips showing off her assets to his silent appreciation. There was still a little tingle down there between her legs and she could think of no other way to relieve her itch other than allowing the hired hand to assist her to a relaxing release with either his fingers or his lips to do her bidding. Of course, she was not so silly as to contemplate allowing him to take out his man thing and either show it to her or expect her to welcome it into her mouth or her vaginal or anal entryways. On second thought, she thought it might be possible to allow him to use her lips for his release because that was not really sex in the true sense of the word as recorded by President Clinton in sworn testimony in front of Congress.

She knew most of the older generation considered the oral sex act to be a bit over the top and in fact a little perverted if the truth be known. However, she thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of complete control she had when she had a man’ cock in hand and confined inside her mouth because she had his complete attention and she knew he would do almost anything for her to bring him to a “Happy Ending” with a flooding of his spunk right down into the throat and welcomed into her tummy with all of its protein laden goodness.

The more she thought about it, the more possible it seemed to her to take James into her mouth and give him the benefit of her overactive tongue all over his shaft and even right down on his balls sucking then inside her mouth and sucking them to stir up his juices for a quick ejaculation that would bring him a lot closer inside her feminine spider’s web of womanly wiles and deception that would motivate him to drop to his knees and return the favor if he was so inclined.

The only time she had been successfully eaten was actually in the gym and it was a female trainer that did the dirty deed with the enthusiasm of a bisexual devotee of all things fetish related and a bit kinky. Suddenly, she was filled with the conviction that she needed to have James inside her mouth and that she would do her very best to convince him to pay her the favor back because it would be a fine way to cement a nice physical relationship without the wasting of time with silly conversation and other fine points of an accepted social relationship because he was so decidedly unacceptable in a soul-mate role or even a lover of sorts with him even relating with her on an equal basis.

The knock on her door broke her out of her daydreaming mode of thinking and she felt a twinge of a tingle between her legs. She touched herself down there just to remind her pussy that this guy was only a hired hand and he was not suitable as a lover or soul-mate in any circumstance because he was a servant and she was a lady of the manor and would always remain his boss in the final analysis.