This is the final installment of the "Amber & I" series. It will help if you have read the rest of the series, but it's not necessary. Characters from previous chapters appear in this one without much further introduction.
As I pulled the car off the road and started down the long, tree-lined driveway, Amber said, "Housekeepers make more money than I thought."
"Well, I know she works at least two jobs," I said wryly, as the large house loomed in front of us. It was spread out on several levels among the dark trees. Although there were other houses in the up-scale neighborhood, I couldn't see any of them from where I parked the car. At a quick count there were five cars there before mine, but the two-car garage doors were closed, so, presumably, there could be seven ahead of us. I could see that there were lights on inside the house, but all the curtains were drawn so no one could be seen from the outside.
"Looks like a party," Amber breathed.
"Nervous?" I asked her as I switched off the headlights.
"A little," she nodded. "I wonder what the hell Helen is up to."
I reached over and squeezed her naked thigh; she was wearing a daringly skimpy black dress, her long overcoat, a pair of the sexiest shoes I've ever seen, and nothing else. "We could back out," I offered.
She laughed and said, "Not on your life! I'm dying of curiosity, and a lot more turned on than nervous." She leaned over and kissed me, then said, "You knew I wouldn't back out anyway."
"Yeah," I laughed. "I did."
We got out of the car and, hand in hand, made our way up the walk to the front door. When I rang the bell, it was promptly opened by Helen, who threw her arms around Amber and dragged her into the entry foyer. Our hostess was wearing a long skirt, slit up the side almost all the way up, a bright red top that hung loosely over her thin, muscular frame from one shoulder, and a pair of shiny black boots that climbed half-way up her thigh. I closed the door behind us, and then got my own enthusiastic greeting from Helen, her arms around me and her mouth on mine. After a long moment, she pulled away, saying, "I've been waiting to do that for weeks! But, that's all you're going to get from me for the next couple of hours, stud."
"Oh, now that's extremely disappointing," I said.
"Does that mean I get you to myself?" Amber asked Helen hopefully.
"No, no," Helen laughed. "I'm the mistress of ceremonies tonight. There's a grand design behind this little get-together, and it's my job to make sure things move along properly. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Here, let me have your coats, and I'll explain ... a little. Oh, and shoes go over here," she directed us to an area right by the door behind us.
We deposited our shoes, neither of us thinking to point out Helen's boots as an exception to the house rules, and then shrugged off our coats. But then we were distracted as Christina came hurrying over to say hello. The tiny Latina was wearing a white blouse that clung to her breasts, and a black mini-skirt. For some reason I found her bare feet amusing and adorable. She had a pretty fancy video camera in her hand. After hugging both Amber and I rather enthusiastically, Christina made sure she was getting us on camera.
"Um, so this is going to be a filmed event?" I asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"Oh," Helen laughed, "I forgot I didn't tell you yet. Yes, that's part of your surprise. We're going to videotape everything tonight. Christina is in charge of one of the handhelds, I'll have another and you'll see some cameras set up in corners, out of the way. Everyone's going to get a copy of the results, and each person has sworn they won't copy or distribute it in any way. Is that OK with you two?"
Amber and I looked at each other, I shrugged, she laughed, and we said, "OK."
"And do you promise not to share your copies?" Helen asked seriously.
"Of course," I said.
Amber squeezed my hand as she said, "Yes, I promise."
"You'll forget all about the cameras before long, I promise," Helen laughed. "Now, follow me and I'll give you a quick tour while I get rid of these coats of yours."
She led us from the foyer into a very large great room, lined with sofas on two walls, a long window, now totally covered with curtains, and other comfortable chairs and sturdy tables scattered about. There was a lit fireplace in the far wall, along with a top of the line sound system that was playing music at a level low enough not to impede conversation. I noticed expensive, tasteful indirect lighting as well as three video cameras on tripods in what seemed to be out of the way spots. Off to the left, a bar separated the great room from a brightly lit kitchen, where several other couples were mingling.
Helen swept on past all of this, into a hallway, around a corner and then up a flight of stairs. We passed an open area, with a view out over the kitchen area and the great room. However, it wasn't the view that caught our eye, but the fact that the entire floor of the balcony/platform was filled with sheet-covered mattresses. I saw two more cameras, both wall-mounted. Helen passed all of this, and led us to a bedroom where she deposited our coats on a bed. Turning to us she said, "This room is off limits until you're ready to leave. Nobody wants to get their coats all messed up."
"I like it when you're bossy like this," Amber laughed.
"Good!" Helen grinned. She then grabbed Amber by the waist, pulled her in and gave her a long, passionate kiss. The two women made out for several delicious minutes, as I felt myself hardening quickly. Finally, Helen pushed Amber away and said, "Now, that's all you're going to get from me for a while."
Helen showed us the upstairs and downstairs bathrooms, as well as the pool and hot tub, which were sadly out of commission due to unforeseeable mechanical problems, before leading us back to the great room and kitchen. Taking up a position between us, her arms linked with ours, Helen guided us to a dark, Mediterranean looking man with a gorgeous raven-haired woman on his own arm. "Let me introduce you to our hosts, Marco and Marina," Helen said.
Marco took my hand in a strong, friendly grip, and with a warm smile said, "I'm pleased to meet you. Helen has told us a lot about you." He was not tall, perhaps a bit shorter than me, but obviously in very good shape. Like me, he was wearing slacks and a button shirt.
Marina had embraced Amber and said, "You're even prettier than Helen said." She was perhaps 5'4" with slightly almond shaped eyes of brown, a perfect, petite figure, and straight, jet black hair that hung down to the small of her back. She was wearing a bright blue dress that hung from her shoulders, clinging to her curves and drawn in around her narrow waist by a golden belt. Turning to me, she shook my hand and then smoothly slipped up to me and gave me a warm, lingering hug. In my ear she said, "And I hope Helen has told us the truth about you too."
"Well," I stumbled, "I'll try not to disappoint." Marina laughed a little and pulled away.
Meanwhile, Marco had taken Amber's hand and kissed it, but she, not willing to be out-done by Marina, stepped up and gave him a nice hug as well. If there were words exchanged I never learned, but she did say he had a "very hard body".
