Chapter 18

Helga stood there unsmiling. "Now Nancy, think. How did I ask you to address me, hmmm? Come on now girl what did you so readily agree to call me,? Helga asked as she clutched the woman's shoulder with a very strong grip, pressing as if to squeeze the information from her.

Nancy was flustered, her face turning bright red. She felt everyone in the room focus again on her and her mind went blank. What was going on she thought? Her mind was a blur. She and Helga, err Ms. Schmidt had met before and mingled at parties and she had met her at Ed's office. Ed did not allow her to visit him there often, but she had gone a few times and Ms. Schmidt had been cordial; maybe not overly friendly, but this was different. She stammered and stuttered and finally blurted out, "Ms Schmidt. I am to call you Ms. Schmidt. Please forgive me Ms. Schmidt, I forgot. I am so sorry, it will not happen again."

"Ok, all right. I believe you Nancy. Anyone can make a stupid mistake, now run along with my wrap dear and hurry back," she said dismissively as if it were no big thing.

"See, I told you we must ring the bell and wait for the maid," Helga laughingly told Ed. Ed looked after his wife scurrying away in disbelief. He was becoming a believer and thought this might just work if Nancy was really a changed woman. She was never a domineering personality he thought, but this was something else. She was becoming a real bimbo; a doormat really. He was not about to let this opportunity flit by. He saw it as a chance to keep the mother of his children but not be controlled by fears of her demanding a divorce, with her getting the kids and half his money. This could solve all his problems. He began to consider how this could happen and who might be pulling his wife's strings. He was watching Carrie and Helen as they smiled knowing smiles, while his wife stood before his mistress like an errant child, shifting from one foot to the other and apologizing for no good reason.

Then Helga continued through the foyer, as Nancy click-clicked off to the spare room with Helga's shawl, her heels signaling the urgency with which she performed the appointed task.

Helga reached back and grabbed Ed's hand and with a beaming smile extended her other hand, saying, "You have to be Carrie. I can see your father in your features, and this must be your best friend Helen. Oh, and this is?"

"Oh excuse me," Carrie said laughing at her faux pas. "This is my other best friend, Jenny. Jenny, meet Helga, Daddy's right hand at the office."

Introductions were just finishing up all around as Nancy returned, smoothing down her skimpy skirt. She was still trying to understand why Ms. Schmidt was being terribly unpleasant to her, and at the same time noting the woman's extreme familiarity with her own husband. Carrie, in the meantime, having anticipated a reaction, came up behind her mother and pinched her butt cheek after carefully noting that there was no one behind them that should not be. When Nancy's attention was drawn to her, Carrie smiled a somehow threatening smile at her mother as if to say, "Behave yourself bitch! You belong to us now."

"Well aren't you just a picture," Helga said gaily, again directing all attention toward Nancy, who was standing there looking sheepish, like she might just fall off of her shiny black stilettos any minute. Turning toward Ed, Helga continued on as if everything was as normal as apple pie; though treating your lover's wife as the help in front of him took more chutzpa than most women possessed. Helga had been transformed by the meeting with Sally, where she had seen her competition reduced to the lowest rung on the ladder in that bathroom, and she no longer had respect nor fear of this woman, nor did she consider her the competition any more. If half of what Sally had told her was true, she could spit in Nancy's mouth and the poor waif would not have the ego to raise a whimper of protest.

"Come dear, show me your home," she spoke to Ed. "I have been here before, but never like this." Turning to Nancy she said, "Nancy dear, do you suppose you could find us all some good wine to slake our thirsts? I for one am dying for a drink." Nancy sadly turned and walked quickly to the pantry as instructed.

Nancy opened a couple of bottles of very good red wine they had in the pantry and poured out seven glasses. Putting them on a serving tray, she returned to the living room. She performed her duty after quickly getting over the shock of seeing Helga sitting on her husband's lap in a manner showing an affection that did not convey the normal relationship between an executive and his assistant. I guess you could say Nancy was not the brightest bulb on the tree, but to be fair she had her own problems to occupy her attentions.

For a second she rationalized that Ed was entitled to have a companion since she had a lover, then she realized what she was thinking was preposterous. She had a Mistress, and non-consensually at that. She was a blackmailed slave, not a lover of her teen Goddess.

"We want some mom, can we?" sang out both Rose and Megan as Nancy finished serving the adults and stood back awaiting further instructions.

"Oh I don't think so dear, you are too young for alcohol", Nancy automatically replied.

"Oh it won't hurt them, now will it Nancy. Give them a small goblet; tonight I feel like celebrating and I want all to join in," shouted Helga. She raised her glass and drained the remaining wine. "And I will take a refill while you are getting theirs, thank you." Apparently all did not include the help.

"Thank you Ms. Schmidt," the young girls gratefully called out.

"Oh, that is quite all right young ladies, but please call me Helga. We are all friends here," she said.

"Why does mom have to call you Ms. Schmidt? Is she not your friend Helga?' Rose asked.

"Well, no actually, Rose. Your Mother is being our maid tonight and they are much more comfortable with some degree of formality, wouldn't you agree Ed?"

"Ah yes well, ah Rose you see your mother going to be working as a professional maid and she is trying to learn how to be as good a servant as she can so she does well at her job see. You understand pumpkin?" Ed finished awkwardly.

"All right," the two pre-teens said, already losing interest in the main question. The took the wine from Nancy's tray and smiling at each other they sat back to enjoy the excitement of pretending to be adult while taking in the strange adult games going on around them which they were allowed to witness for some reason. Rose looked up as she sipped, watching her mother's bare ass peek out from beneath her short skirt, her thong protecting little from view. She felt a tingling that she didn't fully understand but enjoyed.

As Nancy walked through them, intending to return to the kitchen, Helga reached out and snagged her free hand and pulling her in said, "Nancy dear, come join us. It has been so long since we have seen you at the office, hasn't it darling?" she asked Ed. Helga rose from Ed's lap and moved to an adjacent armchair, dragging the unfortunate woman behind. Sitting, she pulled Nancy onto her lap while she took the tray from the flustered woman's hand, saying, "Here let's put this down and get to know each other a little better."

Nancy was very uncomfortable sitting with her bare butt on Ms Schmidt's long, sexy, nylon-covered legs. As she felt the woman's hand go under the back of her skirt and begin toying with the waistband of her thin lycra thong, she raised her eyes to see Helga boldly staring her down with predator eyes. Her face was crimson, no doubt, as she was afraid to continue the contact but unable to look away. She seemed to be able to hear a pin drop twenty feet away as Carrie whispered to Helen, "Would you look at her, sitting there like a little girl on her mama's lap. I hope she doesn't pee her panties for Helga's sake." No one else apparently heard as they were laughing alone at the shared joke. It had helped Nancy steel herself though, so that she did in fact not pee herself.

"So then, Sally Henniman tells me that you are looking for an office girl's job, Nancy. Is that so?"

"I, ah, guess so, ma'am," Nancy managed, though somewhat stunned that Helga and Sally were discussing her. She was not aware they were acquainted and Sally had certainly never said anything to her about working in the offices where her husband worked.

"You guess so?" Helga asked as if she were upset. "If you want a job with me young lady you had better be sure of what you are asking for. I am not easy to work for and if you have not worked in a professional office for awhile you might find there have been changes. Do you know how to use a PC? Do you know Word and Excel? Are you familiar with office filing systems? Can you make coffee? Do you know how to suck up to your boss without making him sick? What are you prepared to get a job working for me? Hmmmm, have you considered these things Nancy? I am not going to have any little ninny working for me you know. I happen to be the assistant to one of the company's top vice-presidents, and my assistant must be top notch, even if she is making coffee and running errands most of the day. Got it?"

Nancy was somewhat confused. As she sat on the lap of her husband's assistant and apparently his mistress, she was being discussed as a possible job applicant for office drudge, reporting to that same husband stealing woman. But, the only other opportunities Sally had discussed was as a sex and BDSM slave for Madge and possible others. Oh, and there was some club where she might be a waitress or hostess or something. She forgot the name and the details were hazy. She remembered meeting someone called Bert, whom she did not like much but that was all. This sounded better by far than all of that.

"Yes Ms. Schmidt, I am interested in the job and I would do anything necessary to get the job and make you happy with my work. I worked in an office once, but it was some time ago and I might need some training," she babbled on as Helga rubbed and pinched her ass.

Helen and Carrie exchanged knowing glances and gloated as all attention was on the scene being played out by Helga and her lap puppet.

Nancy waited expectantly, as Helga seemed to consider her words and then as her finger trailed down Nancy's ass crack, Helga raised her face to Ed who had risen and moved over close to the action. He brazenly lowered his face to Helga, and they tongue kissed for ten seconds. He regretted that Rose was in the room, but heck, she was twelve and she was old enough to understand. He'd finally concluded that for this to work it had to be out in the open. As the kiss ended his eyes lifted to look into Nancy's and Helga turned.

"Nancy, your guest's glasses are all empty. Get up off your butt and bring more wine in for everyone; except the young girls of course. I think they have had enough," she laughingly added.