Chapter 13- Party
Lupe could see the sexual hunger in his eyes at her suggestive comment. He probably could guess where the Venus balls were destined for. "You need to get dressed," she reminded him since he stood before her in his undershirt still.
"Forget that," he quickly said.
"Mr. Stone, you're going to have guests arriving before you know it," she admonished him in a tauntingly sweet voice. "Any minute now they could be ringing the bell."
"All the more reason to get you taken care of first, you're going to be one taking their coats, not me," he reminded her and slipped his free hand up her skirt and yanked her underwear down to her knees.
Lupe put one arm around his shoulder and moaned lightly as Richard began to probe her already slick slit. She felt a hesitant, almost shy finger slip into her and she shuddered in delight. Her mouth found his and they shared a passionate kiss. She felt the shy finger snake a little further in, doubtlessly emboldened by the fire in her kiss. She involuntarily rocked her hips against his hand, completely forgetting all about the impending dinner party. Richard withdrew his hand suddenly, however, and she momentarily pouted at the removal.
He dangled the Venus balls in front of her face. "So do I just…put them up there?"
Lupe nodded. She had already experimented with them herself, just to check that they were not uncomfortable. "Please do," she beseeched him.
He smiled deviously at her request. "Please what?" Richard teased her and gently swung the metal balls back and forth.
Oh, Richard, you dirty bird. "Please Mr. Stone, shove them up my kitty," she mewled at him, intuiting his desires.
Richard exhaled slowly and closed his eyes. He probably wanted to hear her beg more, to call him Mr. Stone again and ask him to do all sorts of things he found very novel, but they were on a tight schedule. He moved the balls down to her hips and pressed the first one into her opening.
Despite her own arousal there was some resistance still as he attempted to push the sphere in. Lupe was more than a little jumpy that Dorothy would rap on the door, or even enter the room unannounced, and that could get messy. She tightened up slightly as she felt the metal come into contact with her soft, private skin.
"Relax darling," Richard whispered tenderly into her ear. His breath was warm on her neck. He put his free hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
Something about the way he spoke to her did relax her and her muscles yielded to the persistent push. Lupe felt the first ball pass through her opening. It was so much more intense and gratifying having Richard do it than when she tested it out herself earlier. She moaned and put her other arm around him.
"Is it okay?" Richard asked her. "It doesn't hurt or anything?"
Lupe moaned in pleasure. "It's wonderful," she gasped. It truly was. She had thought this would be mostly for his benefit but once the first ball had been inserted she was starting to go a little wild herself. And having Richard finally touch her there was electrifying. I don't know if I can keep this up for all of dinner.
Richard wasted no time in pushing the second one into her with enthusiasm. The second one slid in much easier. Lupe twitched and pulsed around the Venus balls now securely secreted away in her. "Oh, it's..." she couldn't find the word to properly describe it. "It's really something," she panted out.
Richard pulled up her underwear. "There, now you're all ready," he puckishly taunted her and gave her a kiss.
Lupe stepped away from him and sighed. "I don't know if I can handle this," she whimpered. "I'm about to just have my pleasure all over."
"You're going to have to handle it, I do pay you to answer doors and take coats and that sort of nonsense. Besides, you're not the only one about to lose control." He guided her hand to the front of his pants and it felt like he had a particularly unripe cucumber shoved into it.
Lupe gave it a squeeze and Richard groaned lightly. "You get to sit down though, I've got to walk around with these balls in me. They might just slip out, I'm all slick down there, aren't I?"
Richard grunted and gently pushed her away. "Go," he breathlessly said.
Lupe puckered her lips as if to kiss him, but walked away without touching him. With each step she could feel the little spheres move ever so slightly inside her canal. She compulsorily tensed with each step, then relaxed, then tensed…Lupe took a deep breath. How long do these dinner parties last anyway? She walked into the kitchen to chat with Miguel, a Spaniard, about how long these things lasted.
It had been a while since Lupe had had the chance to speak in Spanish with someone else. It was refreshingly nostalgic and she was able to put the Venus balls from her mind for a while.
"How many courses have you made?" Lupe asked while Miguel was cutting up herbs for garnishes. He was nearly twice her age and had an air of experience about him.
"Six. That's my lucky number," he answered in a distracted tone.
Lupe's eyes widened. That will take hours, she realized with a pang in her stomach and also in her vagina. "How long will this take?"
Miguel looked up and gave her a quizzical look. "Do you have somewhere to be?"
"No, of course not, but this is my first job as a maid, I don't know what to expect. I only started last week," Lupe rushed to explain, trying to ignore the oozing lust leaking out of her.
"You take the dishes out, you bring them in when everyone is finished, you bring out the next plate, and so on," Miguel went back to chopping chives. "Several hours, at least, plus the rich assholes usually like to have drinks and cigars for a few hours after that. You'll probably get your bottom pinched more than once, you're a pretty young thing."
Oh dear, that won't help the situation. "I'd better go finish setting the table," Lupe thought aloud and went to go fetch the heavy box of silverware on a top shelf. As she extended her body to reach the box the balls moved and she froze for a moment. I'm not going to make it, I'm going to have my pleasure while filling up wine glasses before the first course even comes out. That would certainly give Dorothy's friends something to talk about during their next bridge game.
Dorothy had retreated to her bedroom to get ready as well. For Lupe's guidance she had laid out the proper arrangement of utensils around a single plate, and Lupe diligently copied it. She didn't want to give Dorothy the satisfaction of having something to complain about.
As she laid out the silver she heard some discussion from down the hall. Their voices were too low to make anything out, but they were having what sounded like a civil-ish conversation. Does she notice the iron rod in his pants?
The doorbell rang just as she was finishing up with the table. Lupe hastened to the door, her and Richard's little secret giving her almost unbearable delight.
It was that awful Annette and her husband. "Looks like Dorothy over-corrected the uniform problem," Annette commented. "Much too flashy, unless you're trying to draw attention to yourself."
Lupe didn't know what to say to that. I'm fucking Dorothy's husband, what do you think of that? Instead she took their coats and was happily relieved to hear Dorothy enter the living room.
"Annette, welcome," Dorothy greeted her horrible guest. Lupe wasn't surprised to see Richard alongside her, although she was surprised to see them holding hands. Lupe supposed that this was some choreographed display and wondered what Dorothy had promised Richard in order to get him to agree.
Richard made eye contact with Lupe as Dorothy was busy greeting her guests. It was brief but she felt a juicy burst of excitement well up and she looked away before it overcame her. The next pair of guests arrived at that moment, however, giving Lupe something else to think about. This was another woman from the Ladies' Club, Agnes, and her remarkably bored looking husband. Agnes had made no impression on Lupe aside from having an impossibly small waist.
The four guests were welcomed into the sitting room by Dorothy and Lupe figured she'd better bring in a tray of drinks. There was still one more couple to show up. Eight people in total, math, math, think about math. Eight diners, six courses, how many plates? Lupe had always been quick at math but since her thoughts lingered elsewhere it took her a while to produce the sum of forty-eight.
The Stones did not own forty-eight plates, so Lupe quickly cleaned the cups in the sink to prepare for the dishwashing she was going to have to do to keep up. She then poured six small glasses with a sweet smelling aperitif and hustled into the sitting room with measured little steps. The conversation in the sitting room was dominated by Dorothy and Annette. Their conversation was so involved that Lupe risked a lingering touch on Richard's wrist when she handed him his drink.
His eyes met hers again, his pale blue eyes smoldering with unspoken desire. Lupe was shocked that everyone in the room wasn't immediately aware of the sheer heat rolling off of her in waves, but when she tore herself away from his gaze everything was as it had been before. No one noticed and she hurried back to the kitchen.
Miguel had poured a glass of the aperitif for himself and Lupe. "Salud," he toasted her.
Maybe a drink will steady me. Lupe gulped down the sickeningly sweet fluid. Unbidden, her mind imagined that it was Richard's seed rushing down her mouth. Her vaginal muscles clenched against the spheres again. To cover her discombobulation she coughed. "Sweet stuff," she mumbled.
Miguel was plating the first course of green salad with raspberries. Lupe loitered in the kitchen for a while and watched him, trying to center herself. The bell rang for the last pair, Jane and her husband, and Lupe was so preoccupied with trying not to melt into a puddle of orgasmic goo in the foyer that she barely registered their presence.
To encourage dinner to start Lupe didn't bring any aperitifs to the late comers. She didn't really have much to do but chat with Miguel while they waited for Dorothy to signal to start. If she didn't move and kept talking about the scandalous things Miguel had seen in her career as a chef she was okay.
Dorothy abruptly pushed the door to the kitchen open. "Start," she ordered Lupe with a curt look. But not a hostile look, so she probably hadn't caught onto the secret game.
Lupe wasn't experienced enough to carry all eight plates on a single tray, much less try to do it in her state, so she brought the plates out, two at a time, focusing on Dorothy's prior directives to not talk or look at anyone (especially not Annette). She dared not make eye contact with Richard, not with everyone engaged at the table at once, she couldn't handle it.
Miguel was starting on the second course of scallops wrapped in bacon. Lupe eyed the bacon hungrily, forgetting about Richard for a moment. Hopefully there was a little leftover in the fridge that she could indulge in tomorrow. Aside from seafood Lupe hadn't had meat in months.
"How long does salad take to eat?"
Miguel didn't look up this time. "You keep asking about time, and I will tell you all you need to know if you indulge me as to why you are so curious about time."
Lupe shrugged. "I have a date later," she vaguely answered. "After work though, he knows I have to work."
Miguel smiled lightly to himself. "To be young again. Is he handsome?"
Lupe nodded enthusiastically. "Very much so."
"Shouldn't take longer than ten minutes to eat their salads. You can go check around that point, most of them will be done. If they all like each other it will take longer, but people who don't like each other talk less and eat faster," Miguel explained.
Lupe laughed a little. "I don't think that's true, I don't think any of those women like each other but they get together to talk all the time." She was grateful for having the veil of Spanish to hide her gossip under in case anyone was listening in.
"Yes, but their husbands are here. I promise you none of those men want to talk to each other. They all want to go home or back to their mistresses, that will make them eat faster, their wives will see, and they eat faster to match their husband's pace," Miguel further explained.
Lupe reddened a bit at the word 'mistress' and clenched the spheres. I'm gonna have some fun on my date tonight, that's for sure. "And the second course?"
"Where are you going on your date?"
"His place," Lupe answered truthfully but still vaguely.
"Getting serious I see. Alright, you can count on fifteen minutes for the second course. Do you want to know the third course 's timetable?"
"Of course. And what do you want to know about my date?"
"What line of work is he in?"
Lupe blanked. It would be very revealing to tell the truth, but then again why would Miguel care? And for that matter, why would Miguel even know what Richard did? "He makes turrets," she cautiously replied.
"Oh, that's dreadfully dull isn't it? I hope he's handsome enough to make up for that," Miguel answered, evidently uninterested. "Third course is about twenty minutes."
Lupe recognized the pattern. "Do they just increase in time by a factor of five?"
"Give or take, yes. It's just as well you figured it out, I don't have any more questions anyway."
Lupe waited a few more minutes and then returned to the dining room. "…it's depressing is what it is," Annette was gleefully saying. Sitting next to her was her equally smug looking husband, who gave Lupe a visual inspection and evidently liked what he saw as he winked at her. She had dealt with more than her fair share of unwanted amorous attention in Rapture and thus merely ignored him as she cleaned the plates away.
Lupe took out the second course as quickly as she could. The spheres inside her wiggled and bumped and throbbed and…eat your food you miserable bastards. The hot, soapy water on her hands as she did the first batch of dishes was unbelievably sensual. She daydreamed about taking a hot bath with Richard until it was time to bring in the dirty dishes and switch them out for the third course.
Annette's husband winked at her again as Lupe laid out the short ribs with caramelized onions. Richard noticed this time and visibly stiffened and narrowed his eyes at Annette's husband. Lupe was thrilled with his jealous reaction and her already dripping cleft started to work double time.
"How's it going out there?" Miguel asked and she entered the kitchen with an armful of dishes.
Lupe's head was in the clouds and it took her a moment to formulate an answer. "You were right, I think one of the husbands is about ready to pinch my bottom," she answered and went to the sink. Maybe Richard will punch him. She fantasized about this particular situation until it was time for the fourth course.
"…not twice, three times, I swear, if it isn't one thing it's another," Jane was drolly explaining when Lupe put the grilled swordfish with carrots in front of her. "It's always what they want, but what about what I need? I need attention, I need time-"
"Excuse me, where is the bathroom?" Annette's husband interrupted.
"Lupe, please show our guest to the restroom after you've set out the food," Dorothy instructed.
Well obviously after I'm done with the food, Lupe thought. This woman thinks I'm an idiot. "Yes ma'am," she meekly agreed. And after we're all done with dinner here and you've had your little moment in the sun your husband is going to shove his prick so far down my throat it'll tickle my ribs. At least Lupe presumed that's what Richard wanted. The men she had been with before all enjoyed oral sex considerably.
Lupe set the last plate down in front of Jane's husband. "Please follow me sir," she said in her most servile voice, all the time imagining Richard's hands slowly pulling the balls out.
Once the door to the dining room shut behind them Lupe felt Annette's husband's hand on her bottom. She immediately turned around and slapped him, although not as hard as she could have. "Beg your pardon sir, but you keep putting your hand where it doesn't belong, that's going to keep happening." That had always been Lupe's stock line for the countless times that had happened while she worked at the cigar store.
Annette's husband laughed. "I heard you're hot to trot sugar."
"Where did you hear that?"
"It's all my wife's been talking about this week, how her friend's husband brought a pretty maid into their house to service his sexual needs," Annette's husband explained.
Lupe rolled her eyes despite the truth of that statement. "I'm here to clean and make tea and show jackasses where the toilet is. I'm not a whore. If you're in need of a whore I have a friend who is taking on clients, but I'm not open for business. Are we clear?"
"Crystal."
Lupe pointed down the hall. "Third door on your left." She turned on her heels and left him alone.
Miguel was expertly deboning a Cornish game hen in the kitchen when she returned. Their smaller size made them popular to raise in Rapture. Annette's husband's rudeness put a damper on her excitement, but only temporarily. By the time the fifth course needed to be served she was wrapped up in her fantasy of Richard laying her out on the dinner table that the unpleasantness had already been forgotten.
Annette's husband's gaze was directed elsewhere when Lupe returned. "…I feel bad for Muriel, I do, don't get me wrong, but I just think it would be awkward to invite her to things like this because she hasn't got a husband anymore." You won't either for very long, Lupe smugly thought as she put the chicken dish in front of her.
Richard glanced at Lupe as she set the plate in front of him and to her surprise he put his hand on the back of her knee briefly. It took all of her effort to not outwardly react but inwardly she started purring. Only one more course to go.
Back in the kitchen Miguel was slicing up strawberries for the desert. Now that the end was in sight Lupe's body was turning on in anticipation. Surely the husband's wouldn't want to linger. And it was a Tuesday, they had work tomorrow, this party would be over before she knew it. He'll be back between my legs before the hour is out. A tingle of excitement rushed through her at that realization. Lupe peeked through the door to the dining room. They weren't done yet. She sighed and figured she may as well do the dishes while she waited.
"And with that," Miguel said as he placed the last decorative strawberry, "I am done for the evening. Have fun with the cleanup and your date."
Lupe missed Miguel after he left. He was a distraction and now that he was gone her whole world was reduced to the two little globes inside her and the man who had put them there. She clenched and unclenched repeatedly, and now that Miguel was gone she indulged in a soft moan when she thought about how eager Richard must be as well.
Dessert was to be served with coffee, Lupe belatedly realized, and hastened to the percolator. She moved too quickly and a wave of pleasure rippled through her, nearly pushing her over the line. Reminding of the tight rope she walked, Lupe carefully made the coffee and readied the service. She peeked through the door and was elated to see that they were done with the fifth course. Only dessert stood between her and her dessert.
She had gotten quite handy with the large coffee/tea service tray over the past few days and had no problem bringing it out once she had cleared away the plates. The service, like everything the Stones owned, was very stylish and expensive. She set the service down on the buffet and began to pour the cups.
"…if I could. It's so luxurious and romantic, I can't believe you haven't been S'échapper Dorothy. It's the tops, best in the city," said Agnes while Lupe gave her husband his coffee.
Dorothy laughed her tinkling little bell laugh, which was such a different noise than the grating tone she used when telling Lupe to clean out her bathroom or press her shirts. "Richard is so busy with his work, it's his first love and I fear I'll never tear him away from it long enough to have an affair with him."
The ladies politely tittered and the men said absolutely nothing. Agnes started to speak again but Richard cut her off.
"Dorothy's right, I do spend too much time at work. Always have to be one step ahead of the competition though, or they'll eat your lunch. But she's right, I do need to make more time for romancing the woman in my life. What's so great about S'échapper?"
"Every room has its own real garden, not just potted plants. There's roses and daisies and sunflowers and lilacs, it smells and looks like a summer day. The bed is right in the middle of the garden, sort of sunk into the floor," Agnes cheerfully answered.
Sounds like a real inconvenience to change the sheets, Lupe thought as she placed Richard's coffee in front of him. "What else?" Richard pressed and secretly touched the back of Lupe's leg again.
Lupe's heart began to beat like a conga drum when she realized why Richard was interested in the hotel. He's going to treat me like a princess. She couldn't linger on this thought, however, so she went back to the buffet to get the next cup.
"Each room has a bath the size of this table, even bigger, and dozens of bottles of soap and oils to use in it," Agnes continued. "They've got an icebox full of champagne and wine and even beer, if you're feeling a little rustic. And room service brings you a menu on a schedule. Aphrodisiacs, you know," she gave a sly smile to Dorothy. "They brought us oysters and chocolate and artichokes, all the things to get a man's blood pumping."
I have zero problem getting his blood going, thank you very much. Richard had no problem getting her fluids in motion either.
"Richard we've got to go there soon," Dorothy said as Lupe finished setting the coffee out. "We need a break, a little vacation. We never got to have a proper honeymoon, Richard had to ship out right after our wedding."
"That must have been awful for you," Agnes told Dorothy.
Richard damn near died, it was far worse for him, you empty headed witches! Lupe wanted to yell at them. Instead she doled out the rest of the coffee in good maid silence. She swiftly returned to the kitchen, dreams of Richard and hers romantic getaway already taking root in her mind.
They had changed the subject by the time Lupe returned to something not potentially Richard's cock related, so her interest was elsewhere as she put out the cheesecakes. She did the latest batch of dishes. A bath as big as the dining table, hm? Lupe had never made love in a bathtub before. It had been mostly beds and furniture and once in the park at night.
Lupe was tidying Miguel's mess up in the kitchen when she heard the first pair of guests leave. She pressed her lips together in excitement. A few minutes later another slam, then ten after that the last pair left. Lupe quivered in anticipation. She gently pushed the door to the dining room open. The dining room was empty of all guests. Better pick up the dishes…and see where Richard is maybe.
Lupe heard voices from the sitting room and took a few stealthy steps to the doorway.
"….satisfied. I think my performance was acceptable," Richard said. There was a soft thud as someone set a glass down.
"Yes, it was. And you're right about the hotel, it'd be a wonderful idea to get away," Dorothy concurred. "When do you want to go?"
"We aren't going," Richard curtly told her. "You had your chance with me. You had thousands of nights and days to be a supportive and loving wife. It's over in everything but name Dorothy, you know that, we both know that."
"If the surgery works though-" Dorothy tried to interject.
Richard cut her off. "You got the nice and polite party you wanted, now please give me my part of the bargain. I suggest you occupy yourself for the rest of the evening because I will be otherwise engaged."
She's so vain she'd agreed to look the other way to our…whatever it is we are doing, Lupe realized with a shock. What a petty woman. If Richard was my husband I wouldn't let him go without a fight.
Lupe dashed back into the kitchen before Richard or Dorothy could leave the sitting room. A few minutes after this Lupe heard Dorothy stamp down the hall, clearly displeased with her conversation with Richard. Now nothing stood between them-
Her thoughts were interrupted when the kitchen door was pushed open. Richard stood there, wordless but clearly as hungry for the real dessert as she was. Lupe's breaths came short and fast. The spheres inside her began to throb as she squeezed them with her inner muscles and a fresh gush of preemptive wetness.
"How was dinner?" Lupe breathlessly asked.
Richard gestured for her to follow him. "It was excruciating," he said as he led her into the sitting room. "I had to sit there for hours and hours with the hardest cock I've ever had in my life. Just when it'd soften up a little you'd come out for dishes and all I could think about was what the inside of your sweet little box felt like when I put them in." He somewhat roughly shoved her onto the plush scarlet red sofa in the sitting room. "It was a delicious, euphoric torture, and it was the best time I've ever had in my life," he continued and pushed her onto her back on the sofa. He sat down next to her and inattentively dropped his cane on the floor.
"I'd love to give you some good times," Lupe gasped as Richard yanked her skirt up around her waist. "I can give you such a good time," she purred as he traced his fingers along the moistened cloth of the front of her underpants.
"I can give you one too," he stated and tugged her underwear down her legs. "I'm a real gentleman." The loop on the end of the ribbon was just visibly poking out from between her drenched lower lips. He deftly took it between his thumb and middle finger and gave it a gentle tug – not enough to dislodge it but enough to tripper Lupe to shout in ecstatic need.
Dorothy must hear me, Lupe thought in a fervor as she felt Richard's fingers explore her further. But he's not telling me to be quiet, he must want her to hear. The exhibitionist angle was not something she had considered before was exhilarating. She glanced at Richard but he wasn't looking at her face, instead focusing on the ribbon and where it went.
Richard slowly began to pull out the Venus balls. Lupe moaned and bit her lip. The first ball was out and Richard paused to look at her face. He must have liked the naked lust he saw on it because he smiled wickedly at her. Without warning he swiftly tugged out the second ball and Lupe loudly called out again.
"You're loud," he commented and tossed the Venus balls onto the coffee table. "I like that. Be loud, I want to hear you enjoy it." And as if magnetically compelled, Richard buried his face in her soaking wet intimacy.
Lupe gave him his noise. She had never had a man give it to her in the French way, although she had thought about it before. What Richard lacked in finesse he made up for in enthusiasm. She rolled and rocked her hips and when he found the sensitive little bud that Lupe teased herself with she could no longer hold back. "Oh, Mr. Stone," Lupe cried out as she had her climatic delight all over Richard's face.
Once it was clear that he was finished Richard sat up and leaned against the back of the sofa. He wiped his face with the back of his sleeve. He looked intoxicated or on the edge of unconsciousness. Lupe wasted no time in showing her gratitude. She dropped down the floor and positioned herself between his legs.
In contrast to receiving pleasure by mouth, Lupe had given it on several occasions in the past. She needed no instruction or invitation and Richard gave no protest as she freed his rigid cock from his pants. She put her mouth on the sensitive head and Richard groaned. She felt his hands grab her hair and firmly held it.
Lupe slipped her mouth down several inches, then back up, and down, swirling her tongue around the head and shaft. He pulled on her hair and thrust upwards, heedless of her method. He let out a primal grunt and Lupe tasted the flat salty taste of seed as he exploded into her mouth. She let it run down her throat, enjoying the sheer wickedness of the act. Plus it was more practical than cleaning it up later.
She let his rapidly diminishing cock plop out of her mouth as she brought her head up. "How's that for dessert?" Lupe asked him.
Richard let go of her hair. "Oh, Lupe, I…" he trailed off, absolutely speechless for a moment. "Amazing. Best day of my life." He pointedly looked at her mouth. "Wait, where did my, um, contribution go?"
Lupe smiled and kissed his hand, which was resting on her cheek. "Dessert for me, Mr. Stone."
"You swallowed it?" Richard concluded with a mix of shock and embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't think about what would happen, I've never had anyone do that, I mean, I've thought about it a lot, but-"
"It's alright, I've done it before," she reassured him and kissed his hand again. "I want to do all these things you've thought about, I like it too. And I want to be loud. We're going to have so much fun."
Richard stroked the side of her cheek. "You're wonderful," he happily said. He said nothing for minute, his eyes purged of the sexual hunger and replaced with something gentler. "Stay with me tonight."
"In your room? In your bed?" Lupe hadn't been expecting this.
He nodded. "If you want."
She put her head on his good leg. "I do."
Richard lightly pushed her up as he arose. She stood up and made a move for the Venus balls on the table but Richard stopped her. "No, leave them there. I want her to see them."
Lupe doubted Dorothy would be able to work out what it was for, but she obeyed Richard. After all, he was her boss.