Chapter 6

When Isabel finally returned to the waking world, the air in her room was still heavy with the scent of her earlier arousal, her sticky cum still glistening on her thighs, and tears streamed down her face as she was powerless to stop the fantasy that had fuelled that smell from flashing like a strobe across her minds eye, the imagery still capable of arousing her despite her sobbed pleas for it to stop.

Isabel didn't know why, but she believed, almost beyond reason where faith lies, that if she could just make it to the party at Kali's on Friday before she acted upon the dark desires that filled her mind, everything would be okay, and so she determined to stay as far away from her lovely daughter as she could until Friday.

"Hi mom." Jane called out as she swept happily in to the kitchen after school; but the room, and the house were empty, and there was not even their customary note on the table to tell Jane where her mom was.

For a few seconds Jane thought about crashing out on the sofa, not watching whatever soap was on, but her bag, digging in to her shoulder and weighed down with homework, nagged at her as effectively as Isabel ever had and so, after fixing herself a glass of orange, she set about her homework.

When Isabel finally came home, she found Jane still in her school uniform fast asleep, her head on her homework. She felt the first tingle as she stood behind her but gritted her teeth as she woke her and said. "Sorry I've been so long." She couldn't bring herself to add her customary 'honey', something about the word threatened to tip her over the edge she had so successfully avoided since waking on her cum soaked bed that afternoon.

"I've had a long day, had to go do a pitch to a new client, but I don't think I got it." Isabel lied, and seeing the 'sorry for you' look in Jane's eyes and anticipating the comforting hug that always accompanied it, she withdrew and left without another word, only stopping to pick up the carrier bag with the pint bottle of vodka she'd left by the door.

She sat up in bed thinking of nothing, just staring straight ahead until she heard Jane climbing the stairs, she gulped the remains of her spirit and pulled the covers round her, pretending to be asleep when Jane popped her head around the door to say goodnight, she even let her breath catch slightly in the back of her throat, feigning a soft snore.

With a worried frown, Jane closed the door and headed off to bed, and when Isabel was certain that Jane was safely in her room, she sat up and refilled her glass, chasing the rest she needed towards the bottom of the vodka bottle.

"Mom, mom." Jane said as she shook her mother's shoulder. "I'm going to school, I phoned Aunty Lisa and she said she'd take me."

Isabel opened a pair of bloodshot eyes and quickly closed them again, her head pounded and her stomach felt like it was about to dispose of its contents at any moment, but something about what Jane was saying filtered through and Bella stirred, "I suppose it's your turn to sit in the back."

"What?" Jane queried.

"Yeah, you just keep playing little miss innocent and run along to your Aunty Lisa or you'll be late for English; and we both know how much you enjoy being taught a lesson by Miss Carlton, I'm just surprised you're not wearing that sexy denim skirt, but then again I haven't seen it for days, whatever happened to it I wonder."

"Mom." Jane said, her hand trying to squeeze Isabel's shoulder. "I don't know what you're talking about, mom."

Bella shook herself free of the comforting hand, burying her face into the warmth of her pillow.

"I'll see you later. Try and get some rest." Jane said, looking suspiciously at the empty tumbler on Isabel's bedside cabinet.

By eleven, Isabel had managed to shower and hold down a glass of orange juice and some toast and was beginning to feel almost normal, the thumping headache finally receding to a dull nagging throb.

She spent the morning and most of the afternoon cleaning the house, finding that throwing herself into some job or other made it less likely that she would start to daydream. With the house clean and the washing done, Isabel started to compose her shopping list for the things she would need for Kali's party. She wanted to make as much as she could from this one, but she was also aware that she was effectively on trial, not just by Kali but by her presumably wealthy friends, and so she made sure her menu was varied enough to showcase her talents.

A few quick phone calls to her suppliers and the planning was complete, and she looked forward to Thursday when she would be able to start the initial preparation.

An hour before Jane was due home, Isabel scribbled a note telling her daughter that her tea was made and in the microwave and that she was off to see another client and for Jane not to wait up as it was an out of town meeting. There wasn't a meeting of course, but Isabel just needed to get away from temptation.

When Isabel managed to get through Wednesday without a single fantasy, well at least without one than had the power to render her almost insensible whilst it played itself out, she began to hope everything was getting back to normal, admittedly, small images kept springing unwanted in to her mind but with effort she managed to stop them taking root and flowering.

Thursday found Isabel a whirl of activity, happy for the first time since she'd opened that letter telling Jane she hadn't got her sponsorship, although thinking of that sent her mood spinning down again. When Jane arrived home Isabel asked her to do her homework upstairs. Jane wanted to help but a single picture of Jane with dabs of flour on her face, her hands sticky with dough as she stood naked save for a plastic apron, was enough to almost trigger Isabel's internal video system and she assured her she could cope and added, "Anyway you'll lose a night tomorrow when we serve at Kali's function."

"And dance!" Jane said, screwing up her face to show she still wasn't happy with idea; however, Jane seemed incapable of being anything but pleasant for more than a couple of seconds and a smile replaced the frown, her features slipping easily in to their plain but pleasing norm.

Isabel tried very hard not to think of Jane dancing; her supple limbs... 'No!' she screamed in her head, and the looming vision reluctantly retreated, though Isabel knew it was there, just waiting to flare into life at any moment. Bella wanted to watch it, but her mistress had told her to ease up over the last couple of days and stop the tormenting of her alter ego. In their own way, both Isabel and Bella were looking forward to Friday night.

As soon as Jane arrived home from school on the Friday night, she and Isabel started loading their produce into a van she had borrowed from Penny, one of her friends; she had hoped to be able to use Penny as another waitress but Kali had said she would provide any extra staff, all she needed from Isabel was the food, herself and of course her daughter.

"You ready?" Isabel called as she locked the back of the van.

"I think we forgot something." Jane said as she came down the path holding 2 large plastic bags that held their waitress uniforms.

"Oh, sorry. I meant to tell you, Mrs van de Sar will be providing our uniforms, 'so that we match the rest of her staff.'" Isabel said. "Just put them in the back and we'll get off."

Fortunately Isabel managed to park right next to the servants entrance, and was greeted, if that was the word, by Susi, wearing, Isabel was relieved to see, her normal maids outfit, not the pantomime thing she had worn the previous Friday. "Follow me." Susi said, not offering to help carry any of the trays.

Susi led them to a huge kitchen that Isabel would have killed to own, there were large industrial size ovens and catering class equipment that must have cost thousands. "You may do any last minute preparation in here. And then put out through here."

Susi pushed through double swing doors that led into a corridor that ended in the large room where Isabel and Jane had met with Kalin. The furniture had been rearranged to provide a large airy space. Along two of the walls were tables covered in white linen cloths and bearing huge floral arrangements where the food would be presented, although the waitresses would be expected to circulate with trays of both food and drink.

The party was not due to start for another three hours, so Isabel and Jane set about their tasks and soon the tables were laden with trays of appetising delicacies covered in cling film, just ready to be opened, consumed and, Isabel hoped, enjoyed.

The things that would be served hot were prepared and with over an hour to spare Isabel and Jane sat down in the kitchen to wait.

Their rest didn't last long however as Susi arrived followed by 3 pretty, but slightly surly looking girls about the same age as Jane. "Miss Wearing, I'd like you to meet Wendy, Gwen and Penelope." Susi said, introducing a brunette and 2 quite attractive blondes. Something seemed familiar about the brunette but Isabel couldn't recall where she had seen her before and was wondering why Susi was introducing them to her.

The mystery was solved however when Susi informed Isabel that the three girls would be helping her serve at the party. Isabel couldn't believe what she was hearing, they were hardly out of school and had probably never worked in the catering industry before in their lives, and yet it would be Isabel that was judged not just on her cooking but also on the manner in which it was served, and the half grunted greetings the girls had given her hardly boded well. She tried to explain to Susi, but all she said was that it was what her mistress wanted.

"I need to explain to the girls what their duties will be tonight in addition to any you may require, so I will bring them back here half an hour before the first guest is expected to arrive. In the meantime, it might be advisable for you and your daughter to get dressed in your uniforms, so if you would follow me please." Susi said, and without waiting for an answer, set off with the three girls and now Jane and Isabel following in her wake.

Susi stopped in the corridor and told the three girls to wait there for her, to which they replied, almost in unison, reminding Isabel of children saying good morning to their teacher, "Yes, Susi."

As Susi was still wearing her normal outfit both Jane and Isabel assumed they would be getting the same; they were wrong. Susi opened a door and ushered mother and daughter inside. The room was functional; reminding them of a gym changing room, only it wasn't athletics clothes that hung on the pegs.

Above a slatted bench that ran the length of one wall hung five almost identical black satin dresses on pink padded hangers, the only variance their size and the writing on a plain brown parcel label that was tied to the hook of the hanger.

"You've got to be kidding." Isabel said, although in her heart of hearts she knew from her previous visit that Susi, in all probability wasn't

"There is no joke, Miss Wearing; you were advised when you accepted the contract to provide the catering for my mistress's party that you would do so wearing the uniform provided. Provided I might add, at considerable cost to my mistress." Susi informed them without the slightest hint that she would even understand the concept of a joke let alone be a party to one.

"You will find your outfit clearly labelled, please remove all your own clothing, everything you need has been provided. When you are dressed please return to the kitchen as my mistress may wish to inspect the food before her guests arrive. I will go and instruct the other servants and then, after they too have dressed, I will bring them through to you." Susi informed them solemnly before turning and leaving Jane and her mom alone together; alone and in a situation Isabel was definitely uncomfortable with.

"Oh my, I see what she meant about everything being provided!" Jane giggled as she opened one of the white cardboard boxes beneath the bench seat.

Isabel turned to see Jane holding up a pair of black silk French knickers and seamed hold-up stockings in one hand and a pair of black leather ankle boots with vicious stiletto heels in the other.

"Look you don't have to wear this stuff." Isabel said, even as a part of her mind she thought had fallen silent wanted to see her wear it very much!

Jane grinned and said, "Well I might have felt a bit worried if Mrs van de Sar hadn't told us it was a ladies only night."

'You sweet innocent child' Bella thought, and a flush rose on Isabel's cheek.

"Come on mum, it'll be fun; and its not like they are some cheap 'trick or treat' outfits, they must have cost a fortune." Jane encouraged as she put the items on the seat and felt the quality of the dress's material. "Even the netting is organza." She told Isabel as she started to get undressed.

Isabel quickly turned away, apparently inspecting her own dress, and she had to admit it was quality merchandise. Without looking towards Jane, Isabel unzipped her dress and, after removing her bra, rapidly put on the black satin creation. The dress was really well tailored and there was no way anyone other than a contortionist would have been able to fasten the concealed back zip. "Can you do me up, honey." She asked, turning her head just as Jane started to pull on her new underwear.

Jane's toned trim body was beautiful, and Isabel only just managed to suppress a groan than seemed to form in the back of her throat as Jane pulled up the slinky knickers, her downy fuzz vanishing beneath the black silk veil, her small pert breasts with their puffy nipples just crying out to be kissed.

To hide the blush on her cheek, Isabel turned her back on her daughter who started to pull up the zip, the satin moulding itself to Isabel's midriff, forcing her to hold her breath, and she was glad she hadn't trimmed a little from the measurements she had given to Susi for vanities sake.

Hidden beneath the flaring skirt, Isabel pulled down her panties and replaced them with those Kali had provided, the soft silk swishing against the organza net leaving her pussy feeling almost naked.

"My turn." Jane said happily and Isabel was relived to see that Jane had pulled on the dress and was waiting for it to be zipped. Isabel had never really noticed just how sexy the curve of Jane's spine was, her bum sticking out pertly at the bottom of an elegant S. Banishing those thoughts from her mind with difficulty, Isabel fastened the dress and sat down to pull on the stockings that were delicately sheer.

Jane also pulled on her stockings but try as she might, she couldn't get the seams straight and reluctantly Isabel helped her out, although having such intimate contact with her daughter brought an unwanted flush to her cheeks.

Although Isabel habitually wore heels, they were seldom as high as those of the boots Kalin had supplied and it took her a few moments to get her balance right. Jane on the other hand could probably have counted on her fingers the number of times she had worn heels, but having spent seemingly half of her life dancing en point, found there was no problem, still managing to walk with an easy grace Isabel found hard to believe her other staff would be able to copy.

Isabel wasn't happy with the visibility of Jane's stocking tops, but no way was she going to try and pull them higher, and Jane seemed to quite like the idea as she was completely unused to wearing hose of any description let alone seamed stockings, and they made her feel very grown up.

"We better get back before Mrs van de Sar decides on a spot inspection." Jane said with a grin, adding. "And it wouldn't surprise me if she wanted to inspect her staff as well."

Isabel joined in the laughter but a part of her really did expect such an inspection.

On returning to the huge kitchen Jane helped her mom to put some of the food that needed cooking in to the ovens and had just sat back down at the table when Susi returned with the other waitresses who were now dressed identically to Jane, Isabel and Susi, except the new arrivals all wore theirs off the shoulder, the elasticated top stretching across their wonderful breasts.

At least Isabel assumed they were the same girls, for not only had their clothes and makeup changed, but also their personalities, all three smiling and listening intently to the instructions Isabel gave them. Surprising her even more was the fact that, like Jane, they seemed to have no problem at all walking in the high-heeled boots; their only concession appeared to be to shorten their stride a little.

"Ah, all here, how wonderful." Kalin commented as she walked in to the kitchen dressed in a long petrol-blue silk gown and dripping diamonds, which Isabel guessed correctly were real. Jane smiled, Isabel nodded her head in acknowledgment of her employer, but Gwen, Penelope and Wendy all dropped exquisite curtseys.

"I trust Isabel has given you your orders, girls." Kalin asked the three Barbie clones who, now in total unison replied. "Yes, Mrs van de Sar."

Reserving her warmest smile for Jane, Kalin looked at the young woman and said. "Our little ballerina, I am so pleased you agreed to dance for us tonight, I'm sure you're your mom has told you how grateful I am."

Without waiting for a reply Kalin said "Ah I know." And she reached out and arranged Jane's top to match those of the other three before lifting Jane's long flowing blonde hair and laid it over one shoulder. "That's better." She said approvingly and Jane felt herself blushing a little

Turning to Isabel Kalin said. "I hope you don't mind, but after the first round of drinks and canapés have been served, I might need to borrow Wendy for a little while." It was couched as a request but Isabel knew better than to object.

"Oh, and while I'm on the subject of the service requirements." Kalin continued. "I'd prefer it if the girls, and I of course include your lovely daughter in that, could circulate with trays, I'm sure your talents will be much better utilised ensuring their trays are correctly filled and displayed."

This time Isabel was going to object but before she could get a word out Kalin said. "I knew you would understand." And turning to the girls said. "Come along now girls, my guests will be arriving any minute."

Inwardly Isabel was fuming, but she had too much invested in this night to make an issue of it with Kalin and so she simply followed the others in to the main room.

Taking trays from the table Isabel passed two containing glasses of orange juice and champagne to Jane and Penelope and trays of canapés and sweet meats to Gwen and Wendy and they took up station beside the entrance to the main room whilst Susi went to open the door as the first guests arrived.

For the next fifteen minutes there was an almost constant stream of wealthy women coming through the main doors to be greeted by Kalin with an air kiss and the exchange of pleasantries before they moved on to take a glass, almost exclusively from the tray Jane was holding, and quite often they spoke a few words to her, which seemed to Isabel to be quite out of character.

When the last guest had arrived, Susi returned to the main room and Isabel refreshed the girls' trays and set them to circulating amongst the guests. From her station by the table Isabel watched as the maids worked their way through the throng.

Isabel was a bit nonplussed at the way the guests responded to the maids, far from ignoring them, as was the norm for such functions, they seemed quite happy to break off their conversations and chat to the girls, non more so than with Jane. Isabel was relieved to see that, at least with Jane, they seemed content to talk, whereas with the others, hands were placed familiarly on hips, shoulders, thighs or backsides, although the girls didn't seem to mind, or for that matter even notice, continuing to smile politely and respond to whatever the woman was saying to them.

A little distracted Isabel didn't notice the tall brunette in a mauve satin gown approach her and almost jumped as the woman said. "I understand from Kalin, that we have you to thank for the delicious food."

"Yes, Madame." Isabel replied turning towards the sound and being greeted with a warm smile from a woman about the same age as herself. "I'm glad you are enjoying it."

Again an easy smile accompanied her words. "Oh very much so, and I also believe that the lovely Jane is your daughter."

Isabel swelled with pride as the woman continued. "I can't tell you how much we are all looking forward to her performance tonight."

"Thank you, Madame." Isabel said, "She really is a wonderful dancer."

For a moment the woman looked a little perplexed, but then the penny dropped. "Oh of course, she's a ballet dancer, it had quite slipped my mind, I'm sure that must make her ever so supple."

Isabel was about to express her own confusion but the woman simply turned and merged back in to the throng, and as Isabel watched her go, she realised that neither Susi nor Wendy were anywhere to be seen, leaving just the three girls to wait on the guests, however Isabel was relieved to see they seemed to be coping.

For the next half an hour the three remaining waitresses returned several times to have their tray replenished, which Isabel took as a good sign that her fare was being at least as well received as the vintner's champagne. On one such occasion Jane said. "These are really nice people, mom. They seem really interested in me and the other girls, and they aren't stuck up at all like I thought they would be."

"You be careful, honey." Isabel warned. "I'm sure they seem very pleasant but they are the guests and the waitresses shouldn't get ideas above their station."

"Oh, mum." Jane said with a smile as she turned back to the gathering.

Isabel watched Kalin as she worked her way through the throng of women, evidently aiming to speak to Isabel with the way she skilfully handed off each woman who tried to engage her in conversation. Finally she reached her destination and took one of the champagne flutes from Isabel's salver.

"Well I must say." Kalin said, sounding genuine. "You have certainly lived up to your sales pitch, I'm sure you will be inundated with orders in the very near future."

Unable to hide the smile of pride, Isabel simply accepted the compliment with a gracious nod of her head, just as she noticed Susi approach Jane and relieve her of her tray of canapés, pass it to Gwen and then lead Jane away from the gathering.