A Full Service Holiday

Note: The following is a purely fictional fantasy. Any similarity to real people, places, or events is unintended coincidence. All characters are over 18.

This story is focused on the risky choices that a group of posh teenage girls make during an alcohol- and weed-fueled weekend getaway to celebrate their graduation from high school. There will be detailed and lurid descriptions of sexual acts involving one, two, three, or even four people, including toys/masturbation, oral sex, penetrative vaginal and anal sex. The sex is all consensual and unprotected, however some vaginal or anal creampies were unwanted, resulting in some drama. There are a few moments when participants find themselves well outside their comfort zones, and they will all likely have some regrets once they sober up and realize what they've done... but I wouldn't say any of the sex is quite non-consensual (going by what I can gather of the cultural norms/definitions on literotica...). Several of the actions described would be harmful and unethical, if not illegal, in the 'real world', but this is a completely fictional story, so please enjoy!

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Victoria, Meera, and Olivia had been besties for all four years of high school, and they hadfinallyjust graduated!

It was a very expensive, private, all-girls boarding school in Connecticut. Basically, it was filled with some of the most hyper-competitive, rich bitches who get everything they want from their daddies... except for love and attention, or permission to doanythingwith boys!

School life itself was often grueling, both academically and socially. But the three of them had stuck together and survived, through thick and thin.

So naturally, when they graduated, Vicky, Mimi, and Liv had to have a long weekend together at a lake house in Upstate New York, where they didn't have to worry about anything. They could just laze about and chill, and be waited on hand and foot.

The getaway simultaneously celebrated their graduation from high school, and their 18th birthdays, which had all taken place in the last three months (Vicky was the oldest, while Liv, having turned 18 a mere two days before arriving at the lake house, was the youngest). They were also all going to go to different colleges, so this would be their last hurrah together--truly the end of an era.

And it was largely funded by Meera's dad, as long as they promised that it was just the three girls, and that they would behave themselves honorably: i.e. no alcohol, no drugs, and NO BOYS!

However sincere they appeared to be when agreeing to his terms, these girls werenotplanning on behaving honorably. Quite the opposite, in fact!

Alcohol and drugs were Olivia's assignment, despite being the youngest of the crew. Her 22-year-old brother gladly helped procure them a case of Dom Perignon and and four ounces of the finest weed available at the recreational dispensaries. He also lent them his large and ornate hookah, which happened to have four long hoses. It would be enough for the four-day weekend, right?

Vicky's assignment was sexy board games, some sex toys, and porn. Porn was easy--they could stream that from the internet--she could simply bring her laptop and cast to the 75" OLED smart TV that the house advertised. She had been, however, quite shy about procuring her assigned items.

Vicky didn't want to have anything shipped to her school, or her home address, or charged to her credit cards. Eventually she summoned the courage to put on a hoodie and some sun glasses and a KN95 face mask and go into one of the adult toy outlets just outside of town to drop about $400 in cash on all sorts of things. She didn't spend long looking at anything there, and just grabbed some toys and games at random from the racks. They could see what the haul was and be surprised all together at the unboxing.

Meera's sole assignment was to finance everything else. Her family was too strict for her to obtain any contraband, but also extremely wealthy (even by Private School standards), and would bankroll all of her whims, no matter how trivial or expensive they were. On more than one occasion, she had ordered pastries made fresh in her favorite bakery in Manhattan and had them airlifted by drone to her, at school in Connecticut for a snack--still warm!

The only requirement to keep the money flowing was that Meera must avoid interacting with boys, and keep herself "pure" for her future husband, whoever he may be. Meera was happy with the arrangement--she had no need for boys that her hands or girlfriends couldn't satisfy.

Meera's dad, who booked the house, had even pestered the agency to check the name of the live-in maid before agreeing to pay for it. "Kelsey... good!" He had thought to himself, wrongly assuming it to be a girl's name.

* * *

Kelsey had had mixed feelings as the spring semester ended, and the summer drew near. On the one hand, he was exhausted from a grueling Junior year, as a biochemistry major at a big, top-tier university. On the other hand, he was not looking forward to his summer job, which would just be trading mental labor for physical labor--the only way for him to afford college without working during the semester was by working long hours during the summer.

He had a pretty good job lined up as far as the compensation was concerned. $1200 a week (before taxes...), plus a free room, utilities, and high-speed internet. He had signed up for a 10-week stint, so that was basically 12 grand minus food and drink (and taxes). Not enough to fully avoid the loans, unfortunately, but it made the numbers alotless scary.

It was going to be long hours, potentially intense physical labor, and definitely some of it seemed like it would be degrading. You see, Kelsey was going to be the live-in help for a luxury vacation lake house somewhere in Upstate New York. He was going to be on-call 24/7 to attend to the needs of the wealthy guests. Think pool boy (of course they have a pool and a hot tub), hotel maid, butler, bellhop and 'picnic sherpa' all wrapped into one.

It turned out that the first three weeks were incredibly dull, and only slightly more labor than Kelsey had anticipated. A steady stream of middle-aged or retired couples would roll through for 3- or 4-day visits. Some were not very demanding at all, but one of the couples almost made him quit--they were terribly sloppy people who kept no schedule whatsoever, and needed entire table settings washed and replaced for a "formal midnight snack with a few friends." What the actual fuck.

He was not at all sorry to see them go, but he still needed to rush to clean up after their haphazard departure. He was in a sour mood, and definitely not looking forward to receiving his next guests that afternoon... which was only three hours away!

As he furiously refurbished the place, Kelsey tried to clam himself and mentally prepare to welcome the next batch of guests. All he knew was that he should prepare for a group of three, each with a separate bedroom. And that they had selected the 'No Alcohol' refreshments option. Oh, and that the reservation had been made under some long Indian-looking name that he was trying to practice saying over and over as he made the beds.

As Kelsey finished the final preparations for the guests' arrival (setting up lemonade, iced tea, and lemon-mint cookies as a welcoming snack) he gave up his attempts and decided he wouldn't even try to pronounce the name, lest he butcher the delivery and offend the guests. Sir or Ma'am would have to do...

Kelsey could hardly hide his relief, and excitement, when three beautiful and impeccably dressed teenage girls rolled up in a convertible BMW (roof down, and music blaring, of course!). He watched them for a minute through the window while he quickly adjusted his hair.

* * *

"Wow, it's even more stunning in person!" exclaimed Olivia, from the driver's seat, as her sports car trundled down the long driveway to the manor. She kept one hand on the wheel while she lifted the sunglasses from her large, bright blue eyes and tried to tame the mess of her shoulder-length, curly, blonde hair, which had been tussled by the windy drive in the convertible.

"Yeah, the photos don't do it justice... but I want to see how the view of the lake is from the hot tub before I get too excited," remarked Victoria, a short, curvy, and quite buxom redhead, already standing up on the rear seat for a better view.

Kelsey noticed her bright red half-pony bouncing and catching the late afternoon sun as she turned her head to the third girl, in the passenger seat, who remained silent and stared coolly at the house through designer shades. She slowly swung the car door open and appeared to float out.

Meera was absolutely stunning, but dressed in a very conservative outfit. A single braid of long, thick, black hair, extended down her back. Her caramel-colored skin and single gold nose ring suggested (correctly) to him that she was Indian or, at least, her family was... and that it must behername that he had been struggling over.

As the driver climbed out of the car, Kelsey noticed she was a very tall, slender girl, with small boobs that were held tightly in a jet-black crop top that exposed a generous view of her toned abs, as well as a sparkly bellybutton piercing. Low riding and quite "distressed" jeans showed off her incredibly long and athletic legs, while sequin accents accentuated the sway of her wide hips as she started towards the house.

Olivia was easily the tallest of the three girls. She had been co-captain of the volleyball team at school her senior year, and managed to get her picture on the sports page of the school paper almost every game. According to her published stats, she was 6 feet and 2 inches tall.

Off the court, Olivia was actually quite shy about how tall she was--it intimidated all the boys she met, even when they were as tall or taller. She also thought her ass was too flat and her boobs too small, compared to the rest of her, but as far as Kelsey could tell, she was built like a supermodel, and dressed to impress.

Kelsey was glad that he had trimmed down a little bit over the last few weeks. He was reasonably tall (6'3") and always fairly muscular, preferring swimming, free weights and floor exercises to team sports. He had brought some dumbbells to the manor, as well as some resistance bands and a mat, and still found time to fit in a few reps between all the chores.

Also, not wanting to spend much on food, or having much time to prepare his own meals, he had dropped from a burly 210 lbs down to a ripped 190 lbs. He wasn't necessarily trying to cut his weight down, but he did notice the change, and was generally pleased with his appearance.

The girls were shocked to see a hot young man briskly approaching them. They noticed the overall triangular shape of his torso was clearly visible from a distance, from his broad shoulders to his tight butt. His crystal blue eyes, tussle of dark hair, square jaw, and rippling arms and legs became more evident as he drew nearer.

Kelsey cleared his baritone voice as he approached the three stunning young ladies, "Hello, and welcome to Lakecrest Manor. My name is Kelsey--or you can call me Kel--and I will be your host for the duration of your stay. If there is anything you need at any time, just let me know."

He gave a broad smile and made eye contact with each one of them as he emphasized, "and I meananything andanytime."

The girls glanced at each other and tittered a little.

He continued in a formal tone, "I am on call 24/7 for anything you need while at the Manor. In addition to the WiFi information, this card has the number you can text me at to request service, and I will answer, whether it is 3 PM or 3 AM. Also, the property extends to the lake, so if you choose to go down to the lake at any point during your stay--and I highly recommend that you do--I can help transport any food/beverages/dishes/games/towels etc. to and from the lakefront. It's only about 200 feet east of here, but there is a sheer cliff, and a staircase with 67, yes, you heard right," he said as the two white ones looked at each other, mouthing "six seven..." and bobbling their hands in the accompanying gesture.

He continued, "67 stairs down to a little private pebble beach. So our guests typically appreciate help with moving items up and down the staircases."

He then leaned forward and hunched his shoulders and switched to a loud theatric whisper for comedic effect, "I can't, ahem, however, carry any guests up or down the stairs... some guests have asked before, but it is, unfortunately, strictly against policy."

"Also, " he continued in his formal-sounding voice, "I cannot accompany you off the property." He paused for a breath and to glance at each of the girls again to gauge their attention: Olivia was the only one who looked remotely engaged, while Meera looked quite bored, scrolling on her phone, and Victoria was looking intensely at him... but a little too low for his comfort.

He continued, "I can stay here with orders to clean up after a meal, or prep for your return, but I must stay on the property. If you're interested, I can recommend several local attractions: gorges to hike, sailing, fishing, wineries.... though you all look a little young for drinking."

Olivia continued nodding along solemnly as he said this, but Vicky couldn't help herself. She snorted loudly while trying to suppress her laughter, composed herself for a moment and then exclaimed, "You can't card us if we brought our own booze!"

Kelsey again looked at each of the girls, staring directly into Olivia's and Victoria's eyes, though Meera still had her shades on, and still seemed to be bored and gazing at her phone screen. He smiled somewhat awkwardly before continuing "There are some light snacks and, ahem,non-alcoholicbeverages provided to refresh you while I carry in your bags. Also, just a reminder that this is a non-smoking residence, so we encourage all guests to refrain from smoking, or vaping, while on the property. Are there any questions before I show you inside?"

The girls had never imagined actually getting any boys into the house, so the focus of their planning and preparations was on taking advantage of the relative privacy with each other to drink and smoke, and get themselves off (and maybe each other) with the aid of some toys, games and porn. They could party without worrying about snooping parents or headmistresses. And the maid didn't report directly to their parents, so who gave a damn what she saw...

...and now that the maid turned out to be ahe...

And he was ahunk!

Kelsey led the way to the manor, and the girls followed, silently marveling at his tight butt, and making eyes and crude gestures at each other.

* * *

Kelsey presented the girls with the snacks and beverages he had laid out for them, and then left them to bring their belongings in from the car.

As soon as the screen door slammed behind him, and they heard his feet crunching on the gravel path to the driveway, Vicky and Olivia turned to each other and squealed softly, "Eeeeee!"

"O! M! G! Liv?!?!" Vicky gasped, " What anabsolute unit...Did you see his ass?"

Before Olivia could respond, Meera interjected, looking flabbergasted, and sounding anxious, "Wait! How is there even a dude in here with us?"

Vicky laughed, "Yeah, Mimi! Your dad would, like...totally flipif he knew... didn't he, umm, check who the maid was and everything?"

"Yeah... bruh! How did Dr. Evil let that slip by?" Liv asked, as she began mirroring Meera's look of disbelief.

The three mystified teens looked at each other for a moment before Vicky smiled knowingly.

"I know. 100 percent." Vicky claimed, beaming proudly at her two befuddled friends before she explained, "He didn't know Kelsey could be a boy's name."

The other girls began nodding and agreeing, and then the screen door slammed shut again!

The three teens had been so focused on solving the mystery of the world's biggest intel failure since 9/11, that they completely missed Kelsey's return with the first load of luggage.

They remained awkwardly silent, pretending to sip their lemonade until the door crashed yet again, signaling Kelsey's departure to grab more bags from the car.

Victoria leaned over and leered out the window at the receding form and remarked, "No cap, best ass I've seen... well, since Brazil!"

The other two agreed enthusiastically that they appreciated his physique.

Victoria then snorted as she gave a little laugh, and blurted out, "I just realized: he's our own personal sexy butler for the weekended! No wait, even more... he's a genie! He's a freakin' high rizz genie!"

The others looked at her for a second, so she launched into an exaggerated imitation of his spiel,"I can make you dinner, or carry your picnic basket, but I cannot. ever. leave. For that... is forbidden!"They all dissolved into giggles just as the door slammed shut again.

Kelsey couldn't tell what the girls were talking about, but as soon as he brought in the last of their luggage, he found them all in complete silence, red-faced and wide eyed, looking incredibly guilty.

He was unsure how to react, and whether to interact or not. He eyed them for a moment and then cleared his throat and asked innocently, "If you would like me to take the bags to your rooms for you, just let me know which bag is to go to which room. Otherwise I can leave them here in the entryway for you to sort out."

The girls looked at each other for a second before Victoria piped up with a subtle tone of mischief, "We would like a tour of the house before we decide on our rooms.... show useverything!"

As soon as he turned around with an, "Oh, yes, of course! Right this way..." Vicky raised her eyebrows suggestively at Olivia and gestured at his butt with one corner of her mouth turned up into a devious smile.

"Ugh..." Meera sighed dismissively, playfully slapping Vicky's gesturing hands down. "Are you two done thirsting? Let's go see our rooms."

"Hurry up!" Vicky whispered, "I want to watch his ass as he climbs the stairs!"

* * *

Once they had picked out their rooms, the girls went down to the pebble beach, making Kelsey carry the picnic basket, which Olivia had loaded with a bottle of Champaign and a couple of joints that she had rolled before they left the house.

He was right, itwasa lot of steps down to the beach, but it was also totally worth it. As soon as Kelsey started back up the stairs, Olivia and Meera took a moment to get one of the joints going.

Vicky watched their hot butler ascend into the distance, her mind filled with less-than-wholesome thoughts, and then demanded her turn with the lit spliff. "It's like half gone already! What the fuck? Come on, give it here! It'smy turn..." she whined, as Oliva greedily sucked the shrinking joint down into her lungs.

Vicky snagged the burning roach from Liv's fingers just as the taller girl began to cough and sputter, desperately trying to hold in the lungful of hot, pungent, irritating smoke.

"Ouch!" Vicky yelped as she singed the tips of her fingers on the short, smoldering roach, and dropped it onto the wet pebbles. "Fuck! Wait Liv, don't waste that hit. Shotgun!" she bellowed, then leaned in and turned her face upwards as if to kiss her tall friend.

Olivia understood, and made a little 'o' with her lips, before pressing them lightly against Vicky's open mouth and exhaling the aromatic smoke deeply into the ginger's lungs as she inhaled.

"Ow ow!" Meera cheered them on teasingly. Then lit the second joint, breathed deeply, and sighed with contentment, letting out a long stream of smoke. Vicky and Olivia continued to make out and trade the smoke back and forth for a minute, then broke their prolonged kiss and panted for breath.