Chapter 8

"How do I look?" asked Penny smiling and turning to show off the revealing outfit she had just purchased.

"Get out of those clothes and I'll tell you how you look," replied Vickie coyly.

The secretary was soon standing nude in front of her boss. Vickie beckoned with her finger and pointed between her legs. As Vickie swiveled her chair out from under the desk, Penny dropped to her knees and began sucking Vickie to orgasm. After coming in the woman's mouth, the young CEO motioned for the secretary to redress.

"Have you thought about my offer?" Vickie asked.

"I've changed my mind a hundred times, but the nursing home charges have gone up again and without the extra money I don't know how I can afford to keep taking care of Jimmy."

"So?"

"So... I'll... I'll do it."

"Great, I've been collecting a potential list of customers. I'll set you up with one this evening."

"Are you sure I can do this?" asked Penny.

"Oh, you'll do just fine. Just keep him happy. Do what he wants and give him the fuck of his life. I'll make the call and tell you where to meet him. Now, back to work."

"Yes, Miss McPeak," smiled Penny, "will there be anything else?"

"A lot more," laughed Vickie, "but for the moment I need a secretary."

As always, Laurel and Cindy met their mistress at the door, nude.

"What's for supper?" asked Vickie noting that the angry whelps on Laurel's back had almost disappeared.

"New York Strip, baked potato and Caesar salad," responded Laurel.

"Ah, my favorite," smiled Vickie, kissing the older woman deeply, leaving her breathless. "You see how much better life can be when you please your mistress?"

"Yes, Mistress," replied Laurel, still catching her breath.

"And you my little redheaded slave, what have you done today?"

"The laundry, Mistress, then I dusted and..."

"Did you do what I told you to do?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well?'"

"There was no problem with the ketchup bottle, Mistress, but the pop bottle hurt terribly."

"Did you get it in?"

"Yes, Mistress. Laurel helped me. I don't think I could have done it by myself."

"How long did you keep it in?"

"For two hours, just as you ordered, Mistress."

"Good, now let's eat."

"Mistress, may I ask a question?" queried the redhead.

"Go ahead."

"Why are you having me enlarge myself when I am already too large to pleasure a man?"

How foolish, thought Vickie, she doesn't realize that once she's stretched so large, not even Donnie will want her back.

"That you will find out soon enough. For now I'm hungry."

"Yes, Mistress," responded Cindy, knowing better than to ask too many questions of her mistress.

As was the custom, the two naked women served their mistress, standing off to one side as she ate. Vickie sometimes allowed them to dine with her, but most times she had them provide entertainment as she dined.

Tonight, she thought, she would combine the two, a favorite of hers.

"Get the vibrators," she instructed Cindy, who silently obeyed. "Tonight the game is hide the orgasm. Put them in."

Laurel and Cindy each inserted a short, but very broad, vibrator into her nest.

"Now turn them on, sit down and have dinner with me. Try to hide it from me, if you can," ordered the mistress.

Cindy and Laurel complied, each vibrator designed to provide maximum stimulation to the G-spot and clit. The two slaves seated themselves and tried to act as normal as possible, but as they passed the food and began trying to partake, the vibrators began to have an effect. Laurel tried closing her eyes, concentrating on other thoughts, while Cindy tried shifting her position in the chair to ease the stimulation her clit was receiving.

Neither woman was able to maintain control for long, however, as the vibrators were most effective when the women were seated and part of the game was that Laurel and Cindy could not leave the table until experiencing at least one climax. They had played this game numerous times, but neither Cindy nor Laurel had yet been able to disguise the orgasm, as both had been trained at the Empire Club to overtly respond to the slightest stimulus and to be quite vocal when achieving orgasm. Each tried desperately to overcome her training and provide no outward indication of the tidal wave raging throughout her body, but tonight, like all the others, their training was simply too deeply ingrained. Cindy grabbed the seat of her chair to try to remain still, but as the ultimate pleasure rose within her, she began panting and moaning, he eyes rolling back in her head as her G-spot betrayed her and the vaginal orgasm rolled over her.

"Not even close," laughed Vickie as Cindy continued to moan as a second climax swept through her.