-- CHAPTER 2: The Staff --
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*JANUARY*
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please."
I ceased my conversation with Cassandra and glanced over to Taylor, who surveyed her audience with regal bearing and a saucy smile on her face. She wore skimpy lingerie all in electric blue, basically a g-string and a brief bra beneath a silky robe. Her sandals had four-inch heels, and she fixed me in particular with a predatory leer.
Taylor was also standing before the wide double-doors behind which I had never been. It was my house, and yet there was one room I'd never been allowed to enter.
Based on the physical layout, it would be a decent sized-room, maybe the size of a typical boardroom. There were patio doors leading off towards the backyard pool, but the shades had always been kept closed so I could never peek inside. And so I stood with my closest friends, all clad in brief bedroom attire like Taylor. With another concerned glance at Cassandra, I sipped my cocktail and quivered inside with barely-restrained curiosity at what was behind the doors.
That curiosity had only been further fueled when our two young maids, Brittany and Melissa, came out of the room wearing the porn-star version of french maid outfits, revealing as much skin as they could get away with while still covering up the naughty bits. Cassandra had found several maids who were equally qualified and then specifically hired those two because they were the prettiest and most open-minded to our sexual lifestyle. I knew they wouldn't be joining in, but extra eye-candy never hurt.
I watched Brittany's ass shaking in her frilly skirt until Taylor had ushered them out a crack in the door and then closed it promptly. Then the two maids hurried back to the kitchen for further instructions.
By now, everyone seemed more than a little curious. Even Jeff Lee, who'd been the home's architect, had no idea how the room was decorated. That part had been left to Mia and Taylor.
Speaking of Mia, she was trembling with excitement and practically hopping up and down both in eagerness to see her design revealed and for the festivities to begin.
"Thank you all for coming to my birthday party," Taylor said gleefully. "I trust everyone's been having a good time so far." Everyone smiled and nodded as we glanced back and forth at each other.
"Well," Taylor continued, "We FINALLY finished this part of my birthday present, and I'm telling you, I'm already wet just thinking about it. I only wish we had this place ready sooner. But better late than never. I now present to you... Taylor's Playroom." With a flourish, Taylor turned and popped open both doors, pushing them wide to the sides as she stepped forward. The other seven of us quickly followed after.
Two steps in, a very specific word came to mind: decadent.
Recessed lighting had been angled to point at the walls and illuminate some rather erotic statues and artwork scattered throughout the room, and yet there was also plenty of overhead light. Heavy drapery added to the rich, luxurious feel in harmony with the wall colors.
My feet automatically noticed the soft padding beneath. The floor material was firm and yet cushiony, textured without being rough, and soft while feeling smooth. I could already imagine throwing a woman down and fucking her on this floor without worrying about rugburn or sore knees.
The furniture was all custom. There wasn't an obvious couch in sight. There were, however, many, many cushions and geometric objects around. The largest pieces could be considered couch-shaped as they had a flat sitting surface and a cushioned backrest. But it was clear that every piece of "furniture" was designed to be fucked on (or in). Only the coffee tables with built-in cupholders and softened corners had a more real world functionality.
And then there was the A/V system. Mood music with a heavy bass thumped quietly all around us. Some of the ambient lights were even synchronized to react with the music. And then there were the three big-screen plasma TVs spaced out across the walls, apparently running an endless loop of porn, complete with audio.
"Wow..." Jeff spaced out for a moment, actually staring at the room's decorations and not the porn video.
"Cool!" Kaitlyn gushed and then promptly sprinted across the room and then launched herself into the air, crashing down onto some of the cushions. "Come here, baby," she beckoned to her boyfriend. And then the young couple was energetically french-kissing while Kaitlyn had settled into a little valley of velvet that cocooned around their bodies.
"Niiice," Rebecca cooed while sidling up to Mia, who looked on with a proud smile. "You did this?" she asked the Chinese girl.
"Well, I had a lot of assistance from Taylor. But yes," she stated in her clipped British accent and smiled.
"So tell me... how do you use... THAT?" Rebecca stepped beside Mia and pointed towards the left wall which was dominated by an elaborate framework of metal and rubber that looked rather intimidating.
Taylor caught the question and stepped forward. "Charlotte."
"Yes, ma'am," her personal assistant was immediately by her side.
Taylor's eyes glittered. "Let's go show our guests how to use the... ah... equipment."
Charlotte's blush turned her entire body pink and she quivered with excitement. "Yes, ma'am."
Taking another look, I realized the apparatus reminded me of Taylor and Charlotte's little dungeon. I chuckled to myself as my wife led her submissive assistant and Rebecca to the equipment and then heard the gasp of surprise as Taylor clapped a fur-lined handcuff around Rebecca's wrist.
In the meantime, Mia sauntered over to where Jeff had just rolled off Kaitlyn and the two panted for air. Jeff's lower face was smeared with Kaitlyn's lipstick.
"Hi, I'm Mia."
"I'm Jeff," he replied easily. "You designed this room?"
"Uh-huh," the slender Asian nodded. "And you designed the house?"
