The Mermaid Olympics

Leaving Olympia after that memorable farewell party was both painful and exciting. It was sad to say goodbye to the guys, but being two chicks on a boat stepping out into the world on our own for the first time was also exciting. Karen would be starting college, and I my first real job, and we could live together on the boat, saving a pile of money. Allen stayed on at Olympia for a last week, after which he planned to fly off to his next job, wherever that might be, and Ron had a business to manage that was just starting to boom. We planned to get back for visits early and often.

Most of the hush money we extracted from my uncle was still in a bank. That left a little room for small luxuries we hadn't been accustomed to. We bought a used car so that Karen and I could get to and from her college and my job at Water World easily from wherever we kept the boat. Sometimes that was a marina, but there were also plenty of places we could anchor the boat and ferry back and forth to a parking place for the car using the dinghy. We bought a motor for the dinghy.

My job was disappointing at first. Sex appeal was a big asset for Water World employees, except that for a new employee it was also a big problem. The girls immediately above me in the hierarchy apparently saw me as a threat to their own positions and loaded me with drudge work. I suppose they hoped I would quit in frustration before anyone higher up noticed and gave me a real chance. Karen had her frustrations at college too and took an immediate dislike to the swim team coach, though she liked a lot of her classes. We both were learning that while looking good brings plenty of opportunities, there are also people who will hate you for it.

About our only little extravagance after the car and motor for the dinghy was silk, usually in bright colors. There was a little boutique, heavy on lingerie, that we both liked, and we got friendly with Kate, the owner. One day she asked us if we had a few minutes to talk privately in her office. She knew I worked at Water World and started by asking us to promise not to talk about what she was going to tell us. She said that sometimes she got requests to arrange lingerie shows with live models, and a request like that had come from Water World. They had a clubhouse and were hosting a rich nameless patron who expected special treatment. They would pay for the models, and she would get the benefit of his purchases. The question she had was whether the job was for modeling or a sex worker. She had received requests of both kinds in the past.

I knew that girls serving at the clubhouse were always good-looking, dressed well, and sometimes had expensive pieces of jewelry or other items they were willing to sell. They also had some secrets among themselves, so the conclusion was obvious that it was a good place to find a sugar daddy, but I didn't think it was a brothel in any sense. I told her that it could be that sex would be expected at the lingerie showing, but if so, it probably wouldn't involve coercion or direct payment, and it would be possible to decline. "How many models do they want?" Karen asked.

"Two would be enough," Kate said. "They want an interview, probably to make the girls swear secrecy and maybe to see their bodies. Would you really consider doing it for me? I'd give you 10% of sales, plus the modeling fee." Karen was just as angry as I was at the way I was being treated at Water World. She looked at me and then answered for both of us. "We'll do it."

"Are you sure, Karen?" I asked. "It's a chance for me to break out of the cage they are trying to keep me in, but what's in it for you? We're only guessing what they will want or demand. It's risky."

"Two of us are safer than one," she said. "It's partly for you, and to get back at those bitches being mean to you, but also for the adventure. I understand they may have more than modeling undies in mind for us, but I'm in if you are."

We dressed carefully for the interview, but not like tarts. There weren't any requests for us to disrobe. It was more like a friendly chat with a new friend. That friend was Mr. A., the Water World partner responsible for hospitality. It was in his private office in the executive compound where he lived adjoining the park. I had never even seen him face-to-face before then, but he recognized us when we stepped into his office. "Aren't you the ladies with the boat..." and he went on to describe Karen's boat. He had seen us on it.

He asked us what we did and was surprised to learn I was his employee already. "That's typical," he said. We hire a new girl that shines, and the old hens try to hide her from me. Typical!" When he heard we were living on the boat, he immediately offered to let us berth it at his private dock. I could then walk directly from the boat to my job, and there was plenty of space to park the car so Karen could drive to school. He even gave us a key to the boathouse and told us to feel free to use the facilities inside: bathroom, kitchen, showers, and hot tub. Once that was all settled, he told us what he knew of his expected guest and made us promise to protect his privacy. The patron truly was interested in buying lingerie and most likely would place a big order. He was also a man used to getting anything he wanted, and that might include one or both of us. Mr A. was frank about that and also that we shouldn't fear being forced or drugged, but if we weren't ready to at least consider granting favors, then the job wasn't right for us.

I said, "Yes." Karen said, "Yes." We thanked Mr. A. He thanked us and told me he would think about where I should best be reassigned within Water World. We moved the boat that evening, and as we soaked nude in the hot tub inside the boathouse, no one walked in on us, nor did either of us expect it. When I walked to my job the next morning, entering from the compound gate, it was noticed, and suddenly everyone wanted to be my friend.

We had signed a blank check, to be drawn on our bodies. The deal could still go bad with results I didn't dare think about, but we were off to a good start. We reported to Kate, and she was thrilled and started right away putting together outfits for us, mentioning that the lingerie would all be ours after the show since it was illegal to resell used undies. We both assisted enthusiastically in the planning, keeping in mind that tastes vary and we should cover the full range. We put aside our fears and started to look forward to it.

There were far more outfits than we could possibly wear, each in its own box numbered and labeled with the name of which of us should wear it, and some notes on things we might say about it. That would let us make some choices at the last minute, depending on what kind of things our customer seemed to like. It was going to be just Annie and me doing the show with no announcer or other onlookers present unless the guest brought someone.

Finally prom night came, if "prom" means promenade in front of a strange man wearing very little. Mr. A. himself escorted us to our dressing room and gave us each a white monogrammed robe. He asked us to put on our first outfit and the robe. He'd come for us in about 15 minutes. Then with his hand on the doorknob, he turned back to us and said, "You may hear me or his secretary address our guest as 'Your Highness.' That is not necessary for you because you have no idea who he is and will continue to have no idea who he is. I find sometimes with very privileged people that they tire of yes men, or yes ladies. You may find it better to show a little attitude. There is no need to be rude, but don't be afraid to show your personalities. I hope you have a wonderful time, and I think you will. You will be on your own after I introduce you." Then he disappeared.

We were ready when he returned to lead us through the door into what turned out to be a large bedroom. There was a very large bed, and the guest and his male secretary sat in chairs in a corner. The mood seemed relaxed. Mr. A introduced us simply. "Miss Annie and Miss Karen would like to show you a selection of fine lingerie, your highness. We hope you find it pleasing." Then he bowed and left the room.

I collected myself for a moment, then removed my robe, placing it on the bed behind me, and did a slow 360 turn. "This simple slip in gray silk is beautifully constructed and a pleasure to wear, with simple but very feminine edging. Would you like to feel the fabric?" He nodded, and I stepped up close to him. He lifted the bottom edge of the slip, felt the fabric, and examined the edging. I nodded to Karen, and she removed her robe and did her turn. "Karen's slip," I said, "is more sexy." It was short with a low neckline and open lace between the cups, showing her breasts very nicely.

He took a moment to take her in and signaled with his hand for her to turn again. "Which do you prefer?" he asked.

"Karen's slip is suitable for shorter dresses or low necklines." I said. "But really I prefer this one. It feels lovely against my skin, going on and coming off."

"Show me," he said.

It was in a voice of command that I didn't want to encourage, and I wasn't quite sure I understood him correctly, so I stood for a moment undecided whether to obey. Then I sassed him by sticking out my tongue and waggling my face for a second, but I did it. I took the fabric of the slip at my waist and pulled it up high over my head. Then I let it roll back down my nude body. It caught on my hips, so I did a little shimmy to make it continue the rest of the way down like a falling curtain. "That felt lovely," I said, grinning at him.

He laughed uproariously. "I deserved that," he said. "I shall try to be more respectful," and then, "Miss Karen, does yours feel sexy?"

'It does," she said with a bow that came very close to letting her breasts fall out from the neckline.

He said something to his secretary in a foreign language while the secretary wrote in his notebook. "Well, what else do you have?"

We picked up our robes, retreated into the changing room, scurried into our next outfits, put the robes back on, and returned. We had done it all quickly, but still it took time. Our guest was waiting patiently when we returned.

I was wearing a camisole like the one I had bought on our very first visit to the shop. I removed my robe and had our guest's full attention as I slowly pivoted in it. The camisole was a bright red with a low neckline and was very, very short. "We thought we should show you our personal favorites," I said. "I often wear this as my nightie." To demo, I walked over to the bed, sat on the edge, and smiled. Then I pulled my legs up onto the mattress, lay back, and did two complete rolls to reach the middle of the bed. By then the hem had worked its way almost up to my waist, so I sat up and primly pulled it down to cover my bottom. Then I threw my hair behind me as I lay back on the pillow and arranged myself in a pose I thought was pretty suggestive. I lay for a moment, then flounced back up off the bed to stand behind Karen. I reached in front of her to loose the belt of her robe and unveil her. "Karen is wearing practically nothing," I said.

That was true, though technically she had bra and panties on. She did her slow turn.

"Yes," our guest laughed. "And it looks very good on her.' Again he spoke to his secretary, who again made notes in his book. I stepped to Karen's side and put my arm around her, and she tilted her head onto mine. He looked at us silently for a moment, then in a voice that was softer. "You have more items to show me? Are they in the other room? Perhaps we'd save time if you brought them in here to save walking, and you didn't bother with the robes."

"OK." Karen chirped. We went back into the dressing room, followed by the secretary. We piled his arms high with boxes and picked up the remainder ourselves. In the bedroom we arranged them on the bed so it made a partial screen, but not an effective screen. He could still see us as we took off one outfit and put on the next, unless we chose to scrunch down and hide behind the bed, but that would have been undignified. We let him watch us backstage as ourselves. Neither of us was beyond a little horseplay backstage to express the seductive potential of a piece. Then when we came around the corner of the bed, we switched into Sophisticated Model mode, or as close as we could manage. That made it fun for us and gave our show a little extra spontaneity and a lot more nudity than the usual stuffy fashion show.

Our guest ended up asking us to model the contents of every one of those boxes, often asking to feel the fabric or examine the lacework close up. He liked us too, but he truly was a connoisseur of lingerie, and the secretary was busy taking notes. Finally the last box had been opened and modeled. "This has been a most memorable showing, Annie and Karen," he said. "Thank you so much for it. Now I invite you as my guests for the night, if you could be so kind as to grant my wish."

I answered for us both. "Yes, that would please us very much." The secretary bowed and backed out of the room, and a moment later I thought I heard two clicks, one at the door the secretary left from and another on the door by which we had entered. Maybe it was my overworked imagination, but I panicked. Karen had told me about being raped, so I knew how a man can shift from a solicitous friend to a violent rapist in a moment. What had I gotten us into? Karen picked up the fear on my face, and our guest, or now our master if he chose to see himself that way, saw it too. Silently he looked from one of us to the other, his eyes ranging over our bodies. Somehow we had come out uneven with one last set of lingerie to show, so Karen was wearing a bustier that I had laced her into and no bottom, and I was topless but wearing the matching panties.

"Perhaps you think I am planning some punishment for your disrespect?" He asked. He was silent again, watching the effect of the statement on us standing there almost naked. We had been told we would be on our own. Now we were, and he was clearly a man who expected to have his way. It's true he was enjoying our fear, and who knows what he might have been thinking, but his code of hospitality triumphed. "I have told you that you are my guests. You have nothing to fear. You may leave at any time, and I would not think of harming either one of you. I must admit, the image of you tied naked before me and at my mercy is attractive, but I promise there will be nothing at all of that sort. Will you believe me and stay?"

I took a couple deep breaths, made sure that Karen was game too by looking into her eyes, and nodded. When my pulse rate steadied, I said, "There is a game we invented that we call 'Magic Ties.' The magician can create imaginary bonds by placing two fingers on some part of a player and saying 'magic tie,' and that creates an imaginary bond, and the player must not move it no matter what until the magician releases it.

You would make me the magician?" he asked.

"I'm thinking I should be the magician," broke in Karen, "and punish you for scaring us."

He laughed. "Perhaps, perhaps, but first I have a request. Do you remember that gray slip? I expect it will be too small, but I should like to try it on. It's not what you may be thinking. I have ordered two dozen of them in a larger size and cut for a man. Don't you think that will be nice and comfortable? I may have the hem embroidered in gold."

It was rather fun undressing him. He was more than twice our age but had a fine muscular body and well endowed between his legs. As predicted, the gray slip didn't want to go over his shoulders, so he let us run it against his body to feel the silkiness of the fabric.

"I'm afraid that who I am and what I do must remain a mystery to you, but you are a mystery to me also," he said. "Your bodies are as strong or perhaps stronger than a trained dancer, yet neither of you moves like a dancer. You are graceful, but it is a different grace. A little more masculine perhaps, but very attractive all the same. I cannot think how one makes such bodies without dance training."

"We swim." I said. "We both swim competitively, since we were young girls."

"Ah," he said. "That gives strong shoulders, strong legs, and a very fine belly. Thank you for explaining that to me." He walked to the bed and sat on the edge. "Come here. We must remove the beastly things you are wearing." I agreed completely about Karen's bustier, and with the help of his long, sensitive fingers, which were not aggressive but also not at all shy, we were soon wearing our very favorite lingerie, our own naked skins. We sat on the crisp linen sheets amidst silk-cased pillows. What next?

Karen pounced. She grabbed his wrist and pushed it to the sheet, saying, "magic tied," then the other wrist and his ankles so that he was spread-eagled on his back in the middle of the bed. He was surprised but didn't resist. She paused for a moment on all fours, checking his face and his cock to see his reaction. Both said that he was in for the game. She prowled like a cat, sniffing and occasionally licking parts of his body from head to toes. She retrieved the gray slip and tickled his face and chest with it, and he squirmed but remained held by the imaginary bonds. Satisfied that he was firmly held by her magic, she handed one end of the slip to me, and we started to saw it back and forth, very lightly at first, against his cock. We had never tried anything of the sort before, but it seemed remarkably effective. Top, bottom sides, base, middle, tip, each surface of his cock reacted differently and to softer or harder pressure. Karen released his hands, and he rested them on our thighs, moaning softly at times and developing a spontaneous sign language with his fingertips to tell us what was working and when to back off to keep him from climaxing prematurely.

We needed a cool-down. Karen took the slip, and we both straightened up, breaking contact as Karen softly brushed her breasts with the silk. After a moment she darted down once more, wrapping the silk in a half-hitch around the base of his still-upright cock and took the remainder deep into her mouth, only briefly, then straightened again and told our captive he was free. He sat up too. His and Karen's eyes locked together, and it was obvious he was on the verge of pinning Karen beneath him like a butterfly. She was leaning back a little and loosening her knees in anticipation, but he stopped himself. "Soon," he said. "Soon, but first..." and he turned to me.

We sat like that for a full minute, letting things mellow a little. Then claiming Magic for himself, he bound me down just as he had been bound, spread on my back in the middle of that oversize bed. Without a word, he pointed to Karen and then down between my legs. Karen understood. With both silk and tongue, she worked methodically on my thighs and pussy. At first his hands gave soft and welcome attention to my breasts, but as my hips began to writhe in pleasure, he brought his long fingers down to rest on each side of my triangle of my bush, gently feeling the turmoil deep in my body as the special muscles of sex reacted violently to Karen's caresses. I felt I was a specimen being examined, and his study made me aware of the power I held within me.

Male fingers withdrew, and Karen advanced, slipping two fingers into my pussy and sliding up my front to rub her breasts against mine, then bringing her lips to mine. My orgasm returned, stronger, and I zoned out in my bliss as her fingers thrust deep inside me and her body pressed against mine. Only vaguely was I aware that our host had slipped around behind Karen, slipped a pillow under her, and was driving deep into her pussy from behind. It was a real triple, and when it was over, Karen and I rolled apart to make space for our host between us. We lulled him to sleep between us.