His head came down to within an inch of her ear, "We have to talk after breakfast." His warm breath played a minty lullaby across her ear and along the hairs that were hidden behind it. She gave him a slight nod and watched as Harold placed their breakfast's on the island. The plate was adorned with a spinach and cheese omelet and a large bowl of fruit was placed in the middle.
"The toast will be ready in just a moment."
Billy didn't need a moment, she was famished now and the food was all too appetizing and her stomach was more than ready. The clink of her silverware on the plate as it stabbed at chunks of eggs and spinach drowned out everything else, she barely noticed when the toast was placed next to her on a small desert plate in a stack of buttered triangles. She raised her head slowly and smiled sheepishly at the two men in the kitchen and silently vowed to herself to take it slow. Harold gave her a kind smile back and went about cleaning up the kitchen; however, the man next to her just stared at her, his intense gaze making her feel nervous and embarrassed. Finally she couldn't take on his intense gaze anymore and went back to eating her breakfast, this time with quiet dignity and a more calm air about her. Ripped off chunks of toast were placed in her mouth and sweet fruit glided past her lips, all in a disquieting silence in the kitchen, the only sound being Harold doing his chores. The man next to her had his own special breakfast; he ate a good sized pile of bacon along with an omelet and his own buttered triangles. They sat and ate in comfortable silence for the remainder of breakfast.
Once their plates were cleared and they had thanked Harold for the labor and love he put into making their breakfasts, He grabbed Billy's hand and pulled her into a living room. The room was as all the others were, lush and well furnished. The colors were deeps reds and light tans that complimented the masculine furniture that adorned the room. Billy walked into the room and lowered herself onto a deep brown, leather couch while he sat on a plush chair of the same color across from her. Butterflies were tickling their way around in Billy's stomach as she waited to find out what it was that he wanted to talk about. His baby blues studied her for a moment before he opened his mouth.
"You're staying. While this is great news, there are some things that we should talk about."
The butterflies became aggressive with their flapping, their wings determined to help the butterflies break out.
"Like what?"
"First of all, you need clothes. I have had Harold provide some clothes for you, but you need a wardrobe for the remainder of your time here. There are also some things that you need to know, I have a couple of parties coming up this week, and since you are going to be here, you are obviously going to be in attendance at these parties. Given what you do, you may meet a couple of men that could have possibly been a...client of yours from before. If this is to happen, tell me immediately, I will not have my parties disrupted. Any question?"
It would always hurt, the acknowledgment of her being a whore, but it's was what she did, what she was.
"How will I be getting these clothes?"
"The same way I get mine, there will be a tailor coming by in about an hour and he will be fitting you for your wardrobe as well as your dress for the parties."
"And, when is the party?"
"The party is tomorrow actually, and another one on Wednesday."
It wouldn't be a surprise to see a former "client" at any of these parties, and if anything, it may be more embarrassing for the man and his significant other than it would be for Billy. The only thing was, she didn't want to embarrass Him. He was doing so much for her as was; she didn't want it be a thing that would drag him down. But hell, who knows if it could drag him down, she certainly didn't. It had already been made clear to her that he'd used the services of a prostitute on more than one occasion, but had he allowed one to attend his parties before? Most likely not.
"Tomorrow? Well, I need to get ready then."
She moved to get up when a familiar touch to her forearm signaled that they were not done.
"There's some other stuff we need to take care of. I don't mind you exploring the house, but it's a really big house, and I'm pretty sure you were lost when you found me. If you want to go exploring, let Harold know. Hell, he's been here way longer than me and knows this place like the back of his hand. Also, the kitchen is always open, grab what you want. I work most of the day and won't be around a whole lot, so if you need things to do or a way to entertain yourself, once again, ask Harold. I work from home, so I'll be here, but I won't be available."
The information he gave her went on and on, but he didn't once mention anything about what was happening between the two of them. She was glad that he was trusting her with key information about where she was and where things were, but she was wanted to know about them. Did he feel the same way she did? Did he feel the tug of love on the edge of his consciousness? Did he feel anything? For the most part he just told her about the house and what to expect for the remainder of her stay. He also let her know that if she was to need anything specific to talk to Harold and he would go into town and pick it up for her. By the time he was done packing her brain like a storage closet for information, the tailor had arrived. When the tailor came into the room he greeted him with a fond hug and some light chatter before he slipped out without a backward glance at Billy.
The tailor was a little Italian man by the name of Mr. Felanga. He was built small in every way, short in the height department, slim in the body department and with slim and nimble fingers that plucked and pulled at Billy when he first met her. The tailoring session was set up in the room that Billy and the man had had their conversation in. All furniture was pushed aside and a mirror was set up in front of the window. A rack of clothing was brought in by three small Italian women that Billy cold only assume were related to Mr. Felanga. Three small women with small, nimble fingers and olive complexion that matched Mr. Falanga's to a T. Everything was done in a flurry of quick Italian and hand gestures that let Billy know how she was supposed to be positioned. When the issue of Billy stripping down to her underthings came up Harold magically appeared with a pair of demure cotton panties. Billy felt her face heat up at the realization that Harold was well aware of her predicament and ran to the bathroom to slip them on. Overall, the rest of the morning and a good chunk of the afternoon passed in a tidal wave of fabric. The day was made bearable by the fact that Mr. Falanga kept flirting with Billy. He'd compliment her on her hair, her smooth skin; he even made a sly comment on how he'd never tailored curves as great as hers.
"These curves are as dangerous as mountain roads," he said with wink. Billy had giggled at that one along with the three other women in the room. She saw the Man pop his head into the room momentarily. Billy had just finished listening to Mr. Falanga try to woo her when she caught sight of Him. A fresh smile plastered on her face, she made eye contact with him. Something flickered in his eyes when he looked at her, but Billy had no idea what. Reading people was one of her skills, but reading Him was nearly impossible.
Finally, around 4pm, the tailoring was done. Billy had been fitted for mostly dresses and a pair of slacks or two. He appeared to wish Mr. Falanga well and tell him good bye. An exhausted Billy trudged over to the kitchen for a snack before dinner. They'd worked through lunch and the fuel that breakfast had provided had long since run out. Bum in the air and head in the fridge was the way Billy was positioned when she felt His presence behind her. Billy snapped up quickly to get out of the precarious position when she felt her head collides with something. A loud groan sounded from behind her and an arm wrapped around her waist.
"I believe that is the second time you've injured me since you've come to stay here."
A tremor went through Billy's body due to the effort she was exerting to stifle her laugh. She didn't mean to hurt him, but he always wanted to be behind her.
"Are you laughing at me," he playfully growled in her ear.
Billy shook her head side to side and schooled her face into a frail mask of indifference. She was on the brink of full blown giggles when His other arm wrapped around her and he pressed her firmly against his body. His semi-hard member pressed at Billy's back and she began to do her dance again, her bum grinding into his lap. A soft groan echoed in her ear before she felt smooth lips and a hot tongue on her neck. Billy let out a sharp squeal when he picked her up and slid her onto the counter. He kicked out his leg to shut the fridge door while maintaining eye contact with her. Billy felt the heat travel through her at that gaze. His eyes held the promise of a quick ravishment, and she wanted it all. His lips met hers and kept control with a slow, lingering pace. His tongue played with hers while his hands roamed her body. It was in the middle of him nibbling on her lip when she felt his hands tug impatiently at her shorts. Billy placed her feet against the cabinets, her hand behind her on the counter and lifted her butt a little ways off of the counter to allow him the chance to strip her. Afterwards her hands found their way to the front of his pants. Her fingers walked along the ridge of his member until she decided it was time fumble with the zipper in an effort to get his cock out without taking his pants off. Her hands reached into the opening and pulled him out in a well-practiced move. He looked down at her hand stroking him and grabbed the back of head to engage in another heated kiss. With a small wiggle, Billy kicked her shorts the rest of the way off and spread her legs to his gaze.
His hand reached down and he slipped his fingers into her dripping snatch, two fingers worked into her and he began to do a come hither motion with them. Billy felt the effect instantaneously. Her pussy clenched up and her stomach dropped to allow the pleasure to come through. Her breathy gasps turned into heavy moans that signaled her pleasure at his ministrations. Soon he started to move his entire hand in a rough motion that made his fingers delve deeper and wiggle faster. Billy had long since lost her grip of his cock and had instead had begun gripping the edge of the counter with her head thrown back. Never mind that she had just had breakfast on these very counters that morning, or that this was Harold's kitchen, she was lost in all He had to offer her at that moment.
