Part Twenty Four
Claire's View
Samantha looked us both up and down critically. John and I were dressed identically, if you could call it dressed, in nothing but tiny white aprons and white waitress hats.
"Stop fidgeting, John," Samantha ordered him crossly. "Or I'll give you something to fidget about."
He held himself steady by an effort of will. The last thing he wanted was for his arse to suffer any more punishment. Dawn's friend Tristan had really pounded it, both before he and our daughter's other friend had set about using and exploring my body. They hadn't been too gentle with me either, the first time with a woman for both of them I reckon, but I was surprised to find that all I really felt was a soft glow of pleasure deep inside me. I was coming round to thinking that I actually owed something to my Dad and my sister for forcing me into this strange and exciting new world.
"My guests will be arriving soon," my sister was saying in her commanding tone. "You will be doing everything in your power to make them happy. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Ms Samantha," I answered promptly, echoed by John a few seconds later.
Samantha smiled approvingly at me. "You're learning, sis," she said. "What will you do?"
"Anything you or your guests desire me to do, Ms Samantha."
"Very good indeed," she responded, giving me another smile. "And why are you going to do that?"
"To please you, Ms Samantha."
Samantha's two daughters, Kathryn and Louise, came in to the kitchen and the two of them came closer to look us up and down. Kathryn lifted John's apron to look at his cock. She gave it a quick squeeze, and let the apron fall again as she looked me in the eye.
"When do we get to play with Uncle John and Auntie Clare, Mum?" she asked my sister.
"I told you," Samantha responded. "After my guests leave. Then you two can have them as long as you like. Where's Dawn?"
"Upstairs," Louise answered. "She's a bit tied up," she added with a giggle.
"Don't play too rough, will you?"
"Do we ever, Mum? Just rough enough."
Samantha laughed. "Back up to look after your cousin now, you two," she said. "I've got too much to do to have you two under foot."
So it looked as though my daughter was getting a taste of the treatment she had been handing out to me the past few days. Good. I was wishing I could see it for myself, and maybe join in.
Kathryn and Louise left with meaningful looks back at John and me, and then Samantha got down to giving us our instructions. We were to meet the guests at the door and take their coats, and then we were to wait at table. While the guests were eating, we were to be under the table servicing them. We were strictly warned to spread our time fairly, as we would be punished if any guest complained of a lack of attention. With that she sent us off to the door so that she could get on with preparing the meal.
Samantha had told us nothing of the guest list for the night, just telling me with a wicked grin that I was in for some surprises. But it was more shock than surprise when the Reverend Holloway was the first to come ringing on the door. I opened the door and stood back for him to come in.
"What a delightful surprise, Claire," the old man said, handing me his coat as his roved over my body. "Samantha told me I'd be pleased with my waitress tonight, but you are the last one I would have expected. And is this your husband who is supposedly always too busy to come to church?"
"Yes, Reverend," I told him. "This is John."
The Reverend gave John a disdainful look and then went on through to greet his hostess. The man must be seventy if he's a day, I thought to myself, but tonight I would be sucking his seventy year old penis. And who knew what else the old man might require of me? Or of John. He might come to regret his lazy Sundays tonight.
The next to arrive were Mr and Mrs Kimberley, both teachers at Steve and Dawn's school. Mr Kimberley was a tall stooped man with spectacles and an absent minded air. His wife always reminded me of a frightened field mouse. The children gave both of them hell at school.
"Mr and Mrs Ames," Mr Kimberley said. "The evening is looking up already. "Don't you think, dear?"
Mrs Kimberley was looking at me consideringly. "I like her tits," she said. Then she turned her attention to John. She reached under his apron, and I saw him wince with pain as she squeezed something vital. "This one's a bit of a wimp," she scornfully said. "A screamer, I'll bet."
Then came Ronnie Hart, one of Dad's and John's biggest clients. Biggest in spending power and in girth. He was grossly fat, a mountain of a man who I used to think looked at you as if he were contemplating whether you would make a decent meal. He said nothing to either of us, but just looked us both up and down before thrusting his coat into my hands and going through.
The biggest surprise of all was the next to arrive. Gary Sullivan had been my first boyfriend way back in university, but I hadn't seen him since we graduated. We had parted on bad terms, with him calling me a frigid bitch amongst other things. I had heard he'd married, and presumed the gorgeous creature with him was his wife. She was the sort of woman that had men salivating and women spitting in fury. No woman had the right to look that good.
"I see you've finally come out of your shell, Claire," he said to me with a smirk.
When they had gone in, Samantha appeared at the end of the hall. "That's the lot," she said. "Come and serve drinks."
We picked up trays of drinks from the kitchen and took them into the large open-plan living room. John hesitated, looking at the seated guests, but Mrs Kimberley beckoned him over. I chose to go to the Reverend first, as perhaps the safest start. As I put the glass down on the table in front of him, I felt his gnarled hand running up the back of my leg. Then squeezing my buttock before a digit started to probe my anus.