"Yes, Big Daddy, I think that is a wonderful idea. Does anyone need a new drink?" Stephanie turned her head to Reggie, then deliberately eyeballs his too-full beer, then down to her healthy, perfect breasts, then back to lock onto his eyes.
Reggie followed her glance to realize the message here was he wasn't ready to be served yet and that it was in his best interest to be ready. Dwayne, not needing it to be spelled out for him takes his final sip and gestures the empty bottle nod. "Yes, Stephanie, I would love another. Thanks."
Still looking over to Reggie, she replies, "Of course Dwayne, no problem." Being sure the short man sees her look down to the bulge in his pants. "Don't move a muscle sexy, I'll be right back with that."
Reggie picks up his beer and tilts it back, nearly choking to get it down as quick as possible. His surroundings and the poker game a lost afterthought. With a dribble down his chin and a smug look on his face, he brazenly finishes the bottle faster than he had in many years. Holding the bottle as if a trophy he shouts, "Stephanie... beer!"
The group recognizes the rude action and bemoans with amusement in a collective "oooohhhhhh." Dwayne shakes his head and smiles, not even looking up from his phone. He's seen this movie before. Stephanie drags her glance away to look over to her Master with a head-tilted silent expression as if to say, 'did he just?!?' Big Daddy responds by closing his eyes, nodding in shame and approval.
Shifting her attention back to her prey, she begins sotto voce. "Reggie, sir, while I appreciate you are new to this type of agreement and maybe less than comfortable around an attractive woman, not realizing or caring that it is inappropriate to stare at my tits when I open the door to invite you in, or that you should at least ask permission before you just grope me, or have the balls to think that Big Daddy being my Master grants you privilege, don't you fucking dare try me. You are seriously mistaken. This night was set up so that I am the boss of how this game finishes and up until now, I've been being a good girl putting up with you. We're all having a good time so from here on, this can go one of two ways. If you treat me with the same respect as each of these awesome gentlemen have, we're good. If not, I promise you will see a whole different side of me. You will not like it."
As if she also owns the ability to freeze time, she turns and instantly flips the switch returning to the inner slut persona as she points to Jason's stunned face. "He's the one who would like that..." Adding a smidge of baby girl inflection, she pushes out her pouty lip and flashes her eyes, then continues... "You wouwd wike that, wouldn't you, big boy? What is it? What's your fweak? Do you wike pain? Weather, whips and chains? Want me to pee on you? Oooohhhh, you want to be a good sub and lick my feet?!? I know I'm close... I have a ball gag and a bullwhip upstairs for the nights that Big Daddy needs to teach me a lesson. Maybe I can show you later, but only if you're a bad boy..."
Coming out of his stupor to realize he has suddenly found himself in the barrel, Jason's jaw drops in a shock that can only be equaled by finding out that the auntie you think about when masturbating is really your biological mother. This isn't one of those figurative moments that is so shocking that someone misuses the phrase. His mouth was literally wide open and cheeks blushed red. One is just not ready to compute being called out like this with something this personal, in front of so many close friends all at once. The emotion in his silent but expressive eyes traveled from confusion, to wide and calculating, to erotic consideration, to embarrassment, to quizzical horror... then seemed to start over at confusion again. His entire face ghost white except for the blue in his eyes, the red in his cheeks and the large dark gaping crevasse where his mouth once worked. His eyes finally break from her to shift randomly around the audience he had all but forgotten existed. Every eye on him with a blank stare looking for more information. Even Dwayne had somehow managed to look up from his phone. Finally, in a bashful admittance of guilt, Jason looks down to his shoes as he did when he crushed on his sixth-grade teacher. Outside of finally releasing the breath he'd been holding, no noise ever left him.
Knowing she hit her mark again Stephanie looks over to her Master, smiles, winks, and blows him a kiss. Ben sheepishly smiles in return.
Henry Johnson admires her overall presence. To only appreciate her beauty would be the same as only appreciating blue in a Dalí painting. There was so much more there, and this woman could only be described as perfect. The way she swaps personas like you were choosing a player-character in a video game could only be described as remarkable.
Having this performance in the nude and in front of an audience without care is equally beautiful in aesthetics and its entertainment value. It is powerful, terrifying, and erotic. It is all but impossible to picture the perfectly professional woman he has always known and quietly crushed on for the past few years and cannot put the two personas on the same person, for the first time questioning if this is the real her and the office persona is the mask. That professional employee he has known from the office is so far removed from what he is currently witnessing, he can do little but sit in awe at her many talents. He decides at that moment he would do anything it took to win more than just a lap dance tonight... anything.
She unclicks the time-pause and turns back to Reggie. "Now, my little friend, I would like to believe that we finally, fully understand each other and will not have any more problems moving forward. We're all here to have a good time, right? I didn't hear you quite clearly before, did you politely ask me for something?"
Feeling like he did in when Ms. Andrews scolded him for playing with his Gameboy in class, he concedes. "Yes, ma'am. Would you please get me another beer? Wait, Bosco, I think I would enjoy something stronger, may I?" Looking down, he nods towards Ben's crystal rocks glass.
"Of course, Reg. Tonight, what's mine is yours. Jason, Dwayne?" Ben raises his glass as an offering.
Jason, typically the most conservative of the group realizes now this could be a long night. His intelligence has gotten him out of many tricky situations, tonight he feels a bit outgunned. With cheeks still blushed, "yeah, I could use that."
"Absolutely. I think I'm ready for something more than beer." Dwayne can also see this night is far from over. This could be a good time to walk away for a minute to gain perspective and unburden his bladder. There was a lot of information learned he needed to absorb and taking a mini break alone to meditate could keep him out of trouble later. "This game is about to get serious, I thinks. Stephanie, where is the restroom?"
"I will show you." Stephanie, playing the on-the-ready and ever-steady assistant stands naked and turns to check with her Master before advancing further. "Big Daddy, with your permission, I would like to take a second to clean up before returning with everyone's drinks."
"Yes, my pet. Go ahead." Ben Davis says as the shit eating grin creeps across his face. Reggie's eyes burn through him in disbelief. Stephanie notices this and leans over to Reggie to whisper in his ear, putting her hand on his upper thigh for leverage.
"I suck his cock every morning at his desk and swallow every drop while he talks to clients. One time, he was on the phone with his mother while he came right down my throat. She called to thank him for a birthday present I sent her." Squeezing his thigh, moving her hand closer to his tiny cock with every breath. She pulls closer to him so that her soft breasts are resting on his shoulder. Lifting her right leg up to gently rest on his knee, she drags a finger to and through her pussy, rubbing her clit and gathering her juices. "It makes my pussy so wet thinking about his huge cock expanding in my mouth just before he explodes, like some beautiful early warning." Showing him the wet finger, she rubs it on his lips. He closes his eyes and slightly opens his mouth drawing it in. She allows him to enjoy her before dropping her hand back to his upper thigh, making sure to 'accidentally' brush his cock en route. "Some days, I'm just starving waiting for him to arrive. The anticipation gets me every time. When he finally does get there and puts me on my knees, my mouth is watering, and my belly is grumbling. He just does business while I pull his fat cock out of his Armani suit and..."
