The Party Ch. 01

I never expected a one-night gig job would change the course of my life.

It seemed simple enough. A friend recommended I go with her to play waitress at some swanky party at a big mansion on the outskirts of town. I was apprehensive at first, those sorts of jobs always seem to end with some horny 50-something trying to slip his hand under my skirt. It was not a prospect I was looking forward to, but Sarah (the friend that suggested I take the job, a slender blonde with the perky breasts and naturally tight amount of curves that meant she had the boys lining up to go on dates) assured me that the host and hostess didn't allow such things, in fact discouraged it in the strongest terms. It made me wonder if something had happened once, but I didn't ask. She ended up persuading me and so I showed up promptly at ten AM the day of the party to report to work. I've had a little waitressing experience, but it wasn't an enjoyable job, so I went to other minimum wage opportunities while I went to school. College is a lot more expensive, though, so the promise of money for this gig was a boon I could not ignore.

I suppose I should explain a little about myself, at least to help with the story. My name is Alaina, though most call me Lain, and Lainy to my mother. I'm 5'5", weigh just under 140lbs (don't ask for more specific than that, that's rude), and my chest is 34b. I like books and don't really go out much, and I'm majoring in finance because numbers make me happy. I'm a little pale, though my ex-boyfriend said I was his porcelain doll which always gave me a warm feeling in my belly, with black hair that curls a little and I wear it down to my shoulder blades, though if you see me in class or the library it's usually in a bun I can throw together in a second. I'm big on sweatpants and leggings, and baggy shirts and sweaters, but I think I'm pretty enough especially when Sarah gets her hands on me with her makeup and brushes and stuff. I know I can turn a head when I want to, I just don't really want too very often. Oh, because I'm sure you'll wonder, especially later, my pubic hair is black and I like to keep it trimmed in a little triangle above my lips, so feel free to think about that while I tell you about this life changing event. I suspect you'll enjoy it more; you perv (<3).

Anyway, I really didn't know what to expect when I walked into orientation that morning, other than there was a "look" that would be expected of me but that the staff would help me get ready and provide the uniforms and makeup necessary for me to look my part. I thought it was something that the host wanted, but when I asked about that it was explained that the party was a big deal, an annual event, and the host and hostess both just had extremely exciting standards for such things. I really thought he just got off on it and continued to think that way until I was shown otherwise. What really surprised me was the day started like any orientation at a new job, with some explanations about the job duties, discussion of wages, and introductions to senior staff and minders. It was almost mundane, ordinary, until he walked in to greet us all.

The Host swept into the room a little after 12:30 as we were finishing a light meal, something to keep energy up and focus on the tasks needed to prepare. He was an older man, mid-forties I think, balding but his hair was cropped short to his skull, so it didn't matter, and the little bit that remained was a sandy brown color. He had a beard knotted in a Viking style I remembered seeing on that TV show, and it seemed to cover all the natural colors between white and black, spots of blond and brown and red mixed in. It was a nice beard, and I didn't usually notice since the guys I spend time with are all in college and always seem to prefer being clean and shaven. His eyes were crystal blue and piercing when he looked at you with full force, and I noticed a couple of the women stood a little straighter when his eyes touched them, though none tried to catch his eye, which I thought was odd. I wouldn't, but surely one of them would try to "display the goods" in the hopes he had an interest in a sugar baby, right? He gave a welcome speech, then circulated through the room, greeting many of the staff. I guess most of them were returning employees because he knew all their names. He greeted Sarah like a friend, and she shook his hand, which he kissed. It was my turn, then.

His name was Joshua, though he insisted I call him Josh, and asked me a little about myself. He was attentive, asked me a little about my college courses in a general and polite way, and I am certain he would remember my name, then he was onto the next person. I was third from the end of the ring of staff, one of only three who had never worked at his party before, and after he greeted us, he waved the three of us over to stand close so he could speak to us. His voice was nice, and I felt a little warmth on my skin when he spoke to me, not like I was attracted to him, though he wasn't a bad looking man, just that he felt warm and safe and comfortable like one of my favorite sweaters.

"You three are the new hires, as it were," he said, bringing my attention back from examining why I likened him to a warm, cozy sweater on a winter day, and I focused on him again. He continued, "Staffing here for the party is always word of mouth, and we are always appreciative when fresh faces look to join us. I don't know what you have or haven't been told about our soiree tonight, but I want to be direct and clear about it. This is a sex party." I think I blushed, and I saw the other two did as well, a guy and a girl around the same age as me. He smiled; our reactions were clearly not new to him when he delivered this frank description.

"You all will not be part of the festivities, so if that's a concern, it doesn't need to be. No one should hassle you; it is unlikely you will even need to sternly say no to any guests. If you do, inform a member of senior staff, me, or the Lady. If even a stern no is not sufficient, you will inform one of us at once. That guest will no longer be seen as a guest, and I assure you the former guest in question will regret that." Something in his eyes flashed as he said that, and I remember feeling just slightly scared, like something much deeper and sharper peeked out from behind his eyes at that moment. This man was profoundly serious about his expectations.

He continued to say, "You will be asked to work, expected to work, mainly fetching drinks and hors d'oeuvres and the occasional towel or... clean up item." His lips twitched as he said and I think I giggled softly before I could catch myself. "You will not partake in the festivities. If you do, you will be at once dismissed, and I do not recommend asking for a reference in the future. If this is too much, or you cannot abide by these requirements, you may leave now and will be issued generous payment for your time and that will be the end of it. If you wish to stay, to work, there is an NDA you will have to sign and then I will turn you three over to senior staff to get you dressed, primped and otherwise settled in to help me make this another memorable party."

It surprised me how much I wanted to do this, suddenly. Sarah really didn't give me sufficient warning and I would absolutely make her pay for it, later, but I never considered a world like this existed and the chance to see it and be a part of it gave me an ache I am not sure I could define or place.

"I protect my guests. I protect my staff," he said, and I shivered slightly because I could tell he meant it and, in that moment, I wanted him to take me in hand and protect me, I confess it. There was already an energy building in the house, and I could feel it and it made mewant. I was the first to sign the legal document, I may have even ran.

From there we were ushered away with our minders to get into uniform. Despite everything the Lord had said, I honestly kind of expected to be dressed almost lewd, but other than the tights being form fitting and the skirts hugging my hips a little tightly (I'm impressed they got the sizing so close) it wasn't much different than the uniform for a hostess or waitress in a high end restaurant. After the attire was pulled on, we got settled into a series of chairs to have our makeup applied, and that's when the Lady made her appearance.

I had just settled into one of the salon chairs after waiting my turn when she swept into the room, all long legs and tanned skin. She wore leggings that clung to her perfectly, emphasizing those legs and hips, and a loose blouse of simple elegance. I got the impression this getup was her everyday attire, but she was striking with her Asian features and coloring with the shape of her eyes and sharp cheekbones. I didn't have much experience with women and had wholeheartedly embraced my attraction to them long before I made it to university, but the bolt of lightning that went through me from clit to crown when our eyes met, I was wholly unprepared for. She greeted several of the rehires and shared a few words, and then her eyes landed on mine and I swear I froze. I think she noticed, too, because her smile ratcheted up a few lumens as she approached me (was I seeing things or did her hips sway a little wider as she approached?).

If you asked me what she said when she greeted me, I'd have to confess to a short circuit in my brain. She spoke in softly accented English, the musical notes of French bleeding through here and there, and she was nothing if not polite and welcoming, but all I could do was stare at her lips and the sparkle in her eyes and think... things. She was certainly the lady of the house, yang to Joshua's yin as it were. Briefly my mind wandered to what their love life might be like, but I pulled myself short and made an appropriate reply to something the lady asked me before she leaned in to kiss my cheek and then flowed out the door again, having left her mark on my psyche. If Joshua was a cozy fire and a warm sweater on a winter evening, she was a bonfire under a starry sky in summertime and I needed a beer. Dampness soaked me, I admit, but I did my best to ignore it as someone did my makeup and hair so that I did the household honor in my night of service. Mm, that's a dangerous word, service, so many meanings...

I settled myself, and it helped that I wasn't the only one affected by her presence. The other two new servers seemed to be at least as flustered, and that made me feel better. I was a little confused by the looks they kept giving me, though, and the way they abandoned me when their turns were done in the makeup chairs. I guess it showed on my face, since the makeup artist gave me an aside and mentioned that Linh, the lady, kissed my cheek but not theirs. My efforts to settle were right back to square one. But my makeup was done and I made my way unsteadily to get my work assignment.

I can't really speak to the party itself; remember there was an NDA, suffice to say I spent quite a few long hours walking around the manor with a tray in my hand as a varied cross section of movers and shakers dallied throughout a series of five or six rooms on the upper floor. And I made a killing in tips, I guess the lord and lady were always sure to invite the most generous of their friends to this parties, many were repeat visitors and they had a grand time from the sounds and moans emanating from every nook and cranny of the rooms, hallways, and bathrooms. I saw a lot of flesh, not all of it to my tastes I admit, but it was an eye-opening and kind of amazing experience. I'm sorry I can't go into more detail, but privacy and discretion are important to Joshua and Linh, and given everything that came after the party, it's important to me that I live up to their expectations. There are only two things from the party that I want to mention, and I have permission so don't worry about me spilling secrets, Linh said I could!

I got to see how protective they are of their people and t. r friends. Sometime after midnight a guest of a guest got a little too sauced and groped one of the servers. I think it was the other girl that started that night with me, but I'm not sure. I wasn't there for it, but it spread through the staff like wildfire, and apparently Joshua bodily picked the guy up and dragged him to the door, throwing him into the driveway half-dressed before slamming the door. The gossip said he did it from the second floor, but I think that's just the way gossip grows with the telling. I wish I'd seen it, I bet he looked glorious. Yes, okay, I admit it, I already had a big crush on both of them the very first night. You caught me, okay?

The real event, though, happened towards the end of the party. This is, probably, the moment that changedeverythingfor me. I was walking through one of the servant passages, these old narrow hallways that let staff (well, servants I guess, or maybe slaves) move around the house unseen, and when I came around a corner I found the lord and lady standing together talking. I froze, staring, but they didn't see me. The way they were standing so close together, staring into each other's eyes, it felt like there was a small storm of lightning. He was a couple of inches taller than her, normally, but with the heels she wore that night she was looking directly into his eyes. His hand was on her chest, fingers stroking the side of her neck, and I could see her shiver.

Her mouth hung open slightly, her tongue darted across the blood red of her lips. I felt the familiar ache spread between my thighs, if either of them looked at me like that I think I'd have melted through the floor! I couldn't hear what they were saying, but she had her bare back pressed against the wall and though it didn't seem like he was pinning her there, she wasn't going anywhere. The black dress she wore clung to her and slit up the side exposed her leg all the way to the hip, including the waistband of the lingerie she wore underneath. Her legs were amazing, and he towered over her, held her in his palm,and ownedher in that moment. And I think she loved it. I know Iwantedit. I took a careful step back, thinking I should give them privacy, but she moved and I found myself staring in fascination.

I didn't see it at first, but she had a champagne flute in her hand. It was hidden by her hip, but their upper bodies leaned away from each other as she brought it to her lips and finished the glass, smiling sweetly at him as he took it from her delicate fingers. He cupped it in his hand, holding the stem almost carelessly. At first, I thought he was just going to take it to the kitchen for her, but then he lowered it and his free hand curled fingers into the leg slit of her dress and pulled the skirt away from her. She was wearing black, lacy panties that looked incredible, and her eyes sparkled as he held the glass up against her body. She bit her lip, her eyes drifted shut, and she leaned her head back against the paneled wall, and I thought my knees were going to give out when I saw a stream of urine flow through the lacy material and start to fill the champagne flute. He watched her, held the flute steady with it pressed right up against the front of her underwear, and I saw the shiver run through her body as she finished. I'd never even considered something like that, but it was one of the most sensual things I think I've ever seen in my life. She took the glass back from him, he sorted her dress, though his fingers stroked over the front of her underwear and a gasp and moan left her lips before they kissed. I could see their tongues move together for a moment, and then he moved back just a bit and they parted.

They moved away from me, going in the other direction, and he turned through a door just a few steps further along with the almost full glass held gently in his hand. He didn't spill. She kept going a few steps, swaying her hips a lot more than I'd seen her do before, she must really like doing it for him, and turned the other way through another door. I was alone in the passage, and I don't think I've ever wanted to rush off somewhere to hide and touch myself as badly as I did at that moment. Something unlocked within me.

I started to head back, trying to get myself under control, but a sudden urge made me follow the path Joshua took. It was the door toward one of the kitchens. This was one of the places where dirty dishes were delivered to be washed and rotated back into service, though it was empty now that the party was starting to wind down. He must have gone out of the main entrance and back into the public areas again, but I froze in my tracks when I saw the champagne flute sitting next to one of the sinks. I... I don't know what came over me. I put my tray down and went straight to the champagne flute. I should have been disgusted, I told myself. I shouldn't be even the least bit curious, but it was a fire inside me.

I picked it up, brought it up to my face, smelled it. It was still warm from her body. I didn't hesitate, my hand slid into the tights I wore, under my panties, and I felt how soaking wet I was. My fingers circled my clit and I groaned, rolling my hips forward to pin my hand against the edge of the counter. It felt so good. Before I could even question what I was doing, I brought the flute to my lips and sipped it, and I came. I came hard, shuddering. I could feel it dripping down my thighs as I rose onto my toes. And I drank the entire champagne flute. I won't say it tasted good; it was only a little cooler than body temperature and was salty, I mean... It was urine. Call it an acquired taste. But at the same time, it was so good. Watching her fill the flute, him holding it, their eyes locked onto each other. The intensity of my orgasm at the same time as it hit my tongue and flowed into my mouth and down my throat. My God, it was ambrosia. I think I licked the inside of the flute a little bit.

Actually, um, I know that I did. Because that's about the time I realized the head maid had entered the scullery kitchen from her break and she watched me licking the glass. I really thought I was going to die, literally just drop dead right there of embarrassment. Sure, it was a sex party, but you know? She smiled at me, though, and walked up to me and plucked the flute out of my hand and put it into the sink with a bunch of others. She rolled her sleeves back up, lightly patted my cheek in a tender and motherly way, and set about washing like nothing was amiss. "The party is breaking up, it's almost four in the morning," she said as she set to scrubbing. I lost which flute wasthatone and my face was so on fire I didn't want to even try to look for it at this point, as if I could separate it and hide my shame. She continued to talk in that kind, motherly way she had, "Since it's so late, there are some bedrooms and such downstairs and your things have been taken to the second one. I think you should get a little rest, there will be a late breakfast for some of the staff in a few hours and I think you should join us."

I agreed readily, just for an excuse to get out of the room. As I was leaving, I heard her call after me, "You did an excellent job tonight, Lain, I think everyone will be pleased to see you at breakfast." As I went toward the stairs, I tried not to think too much about how pleased I was with the praise, by the invitation, or by how much the leggings stuck to the insides of my legs as I walked. At least I didn't feel so embarrassed, she couldn't know what was in the flute, after all. Could she?

It had been a long night, and I only got a bit of the uniform off before I gave up and just collapsed into the little bed that was offered to me. My phone and purse and everything I'd worn before the party was politely placed on a little dresser in the room, nothing tampered with or disturbed, and it was rather cozy in its way. I zonked right out.