The Village

Andrea Chambers faced the corner of the room.

Dressed in a plum, sleeveless dress, coupled with black heavy denier opaque tights and black high heeled knee knee-high boots. Her arms at her side as she clenched the hem of the skirt of dress around her waist.

"Don't move... Don't you fucking move." Jake Parkinson growled, even though she had barely moved a muscle since he had commanded her to face the corners of the wall and hitch her dress around her waist. Her breath was measured and shallow, she had closed her eyes of her own accord. She waited, either her next instruction or what she believed was likely to occur. The only sounds to fill the room were Jake's heavy breath and the sound of his hand working furiously over his erect length.

"Good girl..." he growled his now familiar praise, as his left forearm pressed against the back of her shoulders "...There's a good fucking girl."

She felt his ejaculate streak in thick warm ropes across the top of her nylon covered buttock, the wetness of his deposit seeping through the heavy denier. The warmth then slipping down over her right ass cheek before snaking its way down across her the tops of her thighs.

"Leave that there... lower your dress... Go home to your husband with it seeping into your tights and your dress." Jake whispered harshly into her ear. "A symbol of your shame."

Andrea stood there, lowering the hem of her dress as she faced the corner of the room, her latest humiliation willing accepted and complied to.

"You can turn around now," Jake eventually stated.

She turned slowly, her eyes casting across the dishevelled bed sheets she had been lay upon earlier, before she looked up to see Jake now fully clothed stood at the base of the bed. Andrea stepped forward towards him confidently after he beckoned her, feeling the spreading wetness smearing across the top of her right leg on each step. Her eye-line glancing to the thick steel chain and leather shackle that hung from the pillar of the four poster bed.

"Not too sinister," she stated on a delicious whisper and a raised brow.

"I'm making plans," Jake deviously responded.

**********

The remnants of the afternoon sun cast a glow over The Crown Inn, with a gentle cold breeze rustled the budding the leaves of nearby trees.

Nineteen year old best friends Skye Brayburn and Nicola Strachan sat enjoying a mug of hot chocolate, their boots muddied from a long walk through the rolling countryside.

"Shit, look out," Skye quickly offered to her friend.

As Nicola turned her head over her shoulder, she spotted Jake Parkinson sauntered over to where they sat in the outdoor seating area to side of the main car park. He stepped towards them on a confident swagger. Jake was well known in the Village, primarily for the family wealth he had inherited but also for his reputation as a bit of a Wanker.

"Girls..." Jake over enthusiastically sated with a grin somewhere between smug and smarmy, "...I've a little proposal for you."

Neither Skye nor Nicola bothered responding to him out, but he was not deterred. "I'm hosting a little poker game up at Manor Farm next weekend.... How'd you like to earn a little cash as hostesses... well waitresses really."

Skye took a sip of her warm drink, she narrowed her eyes her eyes at him across the whips of steam that rose from the surface She had been back for Easter on leave from University for just over a week, hoping for nothing more strenuous than relaxing and catch up with friends, she had no need to seek part-time employment especially not from someone like Jake Parkinson.

"I don't know, Jake. It all sounds... a little sketchy." Skye answered on behalf of the two of them.

"Easy Money.... Hundred quid each for a couple of hours." his false smile widened, "...Just to serve food and drinks to a few good people."

"Clarify good," Skye muttered, her discomfort palpable.

Nicola, however, she could see was visibly intrigued. Back in the Village also from her own studies, she had only been bemoaning the lack of employment opportunities the Village offered whilst they had been walking stating she was in desperate need of extra cash.

Nicola leaned closer across slatted table, almost whispering, "Come on, Skye. I need this... an easy way to make some money... we can look out for each other."

Skye sighed, torn. She knew how badly her friend needed the money, and deep down, the idea of a little extra spending money for herself was appealing in its own right. Jake's reputation lingered like a dark cloud over her, she could not recall when her Father had fallen out with him or for what reason, but they barely spoke have once been good friends, she was not certain he would approve of her accepting Jake's offer of employment.

"Ok... Fine," she said, her tone hesitant. "I'll do it, but only because you want to."

"Excellent," Jake beamed "Shall we say Six pm next Saturday evening... I'll sort some kind of uniforms or something."

As Jake walked away entering the Crown, Skye turned to Nicola and let her unease spill out. "I can't stand the way he looks at me.... He makes my skin crawl."

"Well... He's not my cup of tea either... but I'll take his money."

Feeling the weight of her decision, Skye could not shake the feeling of unease that niggled her. She could only begin to imagine what next Saturday night would actually be like. At the same time, she also realised that her friend of over sixteen years did not benefit from the wealth that her family did. She had only agreed to Jakes request so that she could be at Nicola's side, they could safeguard one another against whatever might come their way.

Her doubts stayed with her across the week, Saturday night seeming to loom ominously on the horizon the closer it got. Knowing she would return back to University on Sunday afternoon, there better ways she could think to spend her last night in the Village, even if it was so devoid of any genuine social activities.

Lay in bed on Friday night she WhatsApped her best friend.

~ U sure about tmrw night? ~

Skye watched the three little dots dance briefly across the screen before they disappeared. Nicola did not respond to her message.

**********

Skye pulled harshly on the handbrake as she parked her car in the Courtyard.

"We've got this girl" she offered positively to her best friend with a weak smile that could settle her own nervousness at the night ahead of them. The darkness outside the windscreen did nothing to appease her mind it encroached, just as it had as they had driven the winding lanes to get to the remote Farmhouse.

Stepping together up the flight of steps Nicola reached out and knocked upon the door. A door which opened on a creak far too quickly, as if he had been stood on the other side waiting for their arrival.

"Evening girls," Jake stated looking from one to the other. "Thanks for getting here on time.... As promised, I've got you some uniforms... they're all ready upstairs so why don't you head on up and get changed."

"Right and we can't wear what we've got on," Skye, asked watching Jake's eyes fall upon the similar black trousers and t-shirts they had colluded on wearing.

"No... not really... Oh, and you'll need these." Jake responded, turning he lifted a paper bag off a coat hook and handed it to Nicola, who did not inspect the contents.

"Right chop chop... my guests will be here within the hour" Jake implored,

The girls needed no further invitation both of them headed up the long narrow staircase. On their left at the top of the stairs a door to a twin bedroom sat ajar. Stepping into the room a hanging rail sat between the two beds. On hangers hung two white blouses and two black skirts.

"Is it creepy he knows our sizes?" Nicola offered.

"He's probably broken into our houses and gone through our wardrobes" Skye teased her friend, as she considered how the classic combination of white top and black skirt could have been far worse. That was until they put them on

"These... These are... Something else," she uttered her voice laced with annoyance.

Although there was no mirror in the room to see her reflection she could tell by the fit and the feel how revealing both the blouse and the skirt were. As she looked to Nicola, she could tell she felt the same.

"You can see my fucking bra through this shirt," Nicola exclaimed, Skye was not going deny to her how visible the black bra was.

The blouse clung too tightly to her, making her feel unnaturally exposed, even buttoned up over her over white bar. The skirt was another matter, all together far too short and she felt it barely covered the cusp of her ass. Her left hand gripped the waist band as her right hand pulled the hem to attempt to stretch the tight rayon garment.

"What's in the bag?" Skye enquired, not sure she wanted to know the answer.

"Fucking hell..." Nicola exclaimed, "...Fucking stockings."

Skye unravelled the nylon garments from the cardboard packaging they sat in, only on covering her bare legs and pulling them as high as she could, did she realise they were never going to meet the hem of her ridiculously short skirt that seemed to ride up with every movement she made.

"Do you really think we need these?" Skye grumbled, adjusting her outfit nervously.

"I feel like a doll that's been dressed up," Nicola replied with a forced smile. "But we're getting paid tonight, right... Let's just stick it out."

"Yeah... fucking Sex dolls," Skye countered not meeting her friends positive spin on the situation to which they were committing.

Reassuring one another on deep breaths against their tight blouses they stepped from the room and headed back downstairs.

"At least our shoes match the stockings." Nicola offered with a nervous little laugh

At the bottom of the stairs Jake was waiting for them, his eyes falling over them as they came to a stand still in the hallway. If he had a comment on their appearance he held it, although the look upon his face spoke volumes.

"Right ...Just to be clear... tonight your only serving Drinks and Canapes... everything is laid out in the kitchen or in the fridge... follow me." Jake stated.

His eyes scanned back over them, lingering a beat too long before he set off down the hallway. Skye felt a knot tighten in her stomach, she could almost sense the judgment in his gaze, she followed him with the heels of her little black ankle boots falling heavy on the carpet runner through the middle of the hallway.

"Remember, quick service with all drinks and food...,Got it?" Jake instructed, a needless condescension evident in his tone as he led them into the kitchen.

The girls nodded, trying to shrug off their discomfort. Soon enough, the first of the four guests arrived, four relatively casually dressed men who all arrived and walked into the Farmhouse within five minutes of one another. Jake welcomed them heartily and it was apparent that he knew them all well. Skye recognised only one of them, recalling his name as Gary Chambers, his twin sons Theo and Luke had attended the same prestigious private school as her, all be it they were a year younger than her. And now here she was about to serve him drinks and caviar canapés all dressed up on a look somewhere between a French Maid and a Prostitute.

Skye and Nicola were immediately put to work.

"Four single malts to start off," Jake offered neither asking nor requesting as with a gesture he dismissed the girls from the hallway back to the kitchen. They exchanged a quick glance of annoyance but complied while heading to prepare the drinks. As they returned, drinks in hand, the men barely acknowledged them, as they took the drinks and resumed their conversations, which quickly turned into an objectifying parade of comments made behind the girls back.

"Nice aesthetic you've arranged Jakey..." A tall balding male offered as Skye stepped away from him with a tray of canapés, after having tolerated him grin leeringly at her as if she were a prize to be won. "...they blonde especially ...is ...isn't she?"

"James Brayburn's little Girl...Yes." Skye heard Jake reply smugly.

Skye missed whatever was said in response as she slipped from the room feeling embarrassed and angry. She did not recognise the male, but he obviously knew who she was. Laughter followed her out the room, her anxiety washing over like a cruel wave. Re-entering the Kitchen Skye's cheeks burned with embarrassment, and she glanced over at Nicola, who seemed to be unperturbed. Slipping into her role for the night with an amongst consummate ease. Skye attempting to remain civil and polite on each drink served. Pulling her skirt to wards lace stocking tops as regularly as looking over at her friend, who was now held in a polite conversation with Gary Chambers. Skye maintained her forced smiles, despite feeling more like eye candy than waitresses, each time she passed the front door, on entering or exiting the living room, she felt like running to her car to escape the humiliation of the evening.

"I can't fucking wait until this is over," Skye whispered to Nicola as they reloaded their silver trays more canapés.

"We just need to hang on in there to get paid... couple of hours that's all." Nicola reassured her.

A half an hour later as the poker game commenced in the study down the hall Skye felt a certain sense of relief assuming that the busiest part of the night was over. The two of them however found themselves constantly on the move, at the beck and call of the four males even as they became engrossed in their game, the rules of which she had no idea of. It was as if it was a sport to order only single drinks and ensure their regular presence in the room that soon became thick with the acrid smell of smoke from fat cigars that they all smoked on.

Their condescending remarks much like their thirsts failed to fade. Each time a drink order came through, Skye's mind raced, cursing herself for even entertaining the prospect of agreeing to the humiliating circumstances she found herself in. Let alone putting up with the trap she felt she had stepped into.

"That really Jimmy Brayburn's daughter?" She heard as she headed down the hall after delivering yet another Whiskey to their table.

"Yeah... as hot a piece of ass as his wife." She overheard another say before their laughter cackled like hyenas.

"Think she gives up that pert little ass as freely as Kim does... I mean hands up if you've not fucked that rampant little slut."

Skye cringed at the crass way her Stepmother was spoken about, she had very little love for the woman her father had married after her Mum had passed away but as she froze in the gloom of hallway to hear such sordid revelations sickened her.

"Don't worry Gary..." she heard the comment that indicated at least four of the five of them had slept with her Fathers wife, "...you might get to fuck his little girl by the end of the night."

Tears welled in her eyes as she stepped back into the kitchen feeling humiliated and objectified.

"You alright?" Nicola offered as she looked up from her snacking on a mushroom vol-au-vaunt.

Skye simply nodded looking to the clock on the kitchen wall seeing it was fast approaching eleven o'clock, assuming the night could not go on for much longer. As time continued to pass slowly, the atmosphere grew tenser by the minute. The game continued, along with the inappropriate remarks, even if mercifully the pace of their drinking subsided. Skye and Nicola exchanging silent glances, their resolve being thoroughly tested but they remained unbroken. Both determined to get through the night, Nicola with a greater need than Skye.

Skye endured the ignominy for the sake of her best friend.

**********

"One hundred and eighty quid down" Gary Chambers offer shaking his head in disbelief.

"At the moment.... There's one final hand... you never know..." Jake offered his eyes looking over as the tall slender brunette handed a tumbler of whiskey to Alex Anderson who stood over Gary's shoulder, "...that Brunette is certainly making eyes at you thought mate ...I'd take being one hundred and eighty quid down to slot that little filly."

"I find that unlikely..." Gary offered on the insinuation the attractive looking Girl who had introduced herself earlier as Nicola would find him appealing, "...and unlike my wife I honour my wedding vows."

"Nonsense..." Jake immediately countered, "...fight fire with fire ...besides what goes on at Manor Farm stays at Manor Farm."

Gary cast his eyes towards Nicola as she swept through the room, her eyes met his as she offered him a sweet little smile.

"When this is over..." Jake offered patting his shirt pocket as if Gary should understand what was in his pocket, "...We'll push your Taxi back and have our own little private after party with our two young hostesses."

As the four of them sat back at the poker table Gary looked to Jake still unsure what he meant, as his eyes dwelt on Nicolas svelte body as she headed in silhouette along the hallway.

**********

A little after three in the morning the kitchen was silent, exhausted with her feet crippling her Skye took a long thirst quenching glum of water from the glass she held in her hand. She and Nicola both feeling a mix of relief and disbelief at how things had unfolded and how drawn out their hands of poker had been.

Sat before her on the kitchen table was the sum of one hundred pounds as promised to them by Jake Parkinson. Even with the additional twenty five pounds each of the poker players had contributed by means of a tip she realised that she had only earned roughly twenty two pound an hour to be humiliated and objectified.

"Not a bad night's work, huh?" Nicola said, trying perhaps to lighten her mood as she counted her own cash into her hand.

Jake Parkinson was still impressively full of energy, as he poured them both each a whisky mixed with a single can of diet coke.

"Thank you for tonight girls.... My turn to serve you for a change!" he joked, the lingering gaze up her stocking clad legs as he handed her the glass still made Skye feel hideously uncomfortable.

As she took a sip, she enjoyed the moment of reprieve, one drink and they would be heading home in her little beat up Peugeot. She heard Nicola laugh lightly but awkwardly at whatever comment Gary the only remaining poker player waiting on a Taxi offered. As she looked up there was a definite flicker of nervousness behind her friends' eyes, before Gary stepped from the kitchen on announcing he needed a more comfortable seat.

Skye started to consume her drink quickly, keen to leave, but only received an overconfident request from Jake Parkinson, "One more.... You've earned it."

"Sure," she heard Nicola offer, and she could have throttled her best friend just for being too polite to refuse, noting how she had drunk all of the first drink Jake had mixed for her.

As Jake prepared a second drink, Skye excused herself setting down her half full first glass amongst the empties stacked upon the kitchen table as she headed to the downstairs bathroom. As she looked back Jake was handing Nicola her drink, leaning in closer to Nicola, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he whispered something into her ear.

***********

"Nicola," he offered his voice low and conspiratorial. "I think my friend Gary's likes you."

He knew she heard his words as she took the glass handed her. Her eyes widened, they ere instantly looking glassy in appearance her pupils dilating ever so slightly, her breath hitched as he stood even closer to her as he smelt the faint floral perfume that clung to her body.

"How would you feel about earning an extra two hundred pounds.... Just by going next door and... you know, being friendly... making him feel special."

Nicola hesitated, he could see her eyes widen even further in disbelief at what he was asking her, her mind unable to fully comprehend the intent of his request.