Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous episodes of Becca XXX Double Trouble. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters
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Becca XXX. Double Trouble.
Ch 08
Pippa, Natalie and I walked down the staircase and into the reception hall where we'd first arrived. Waiting for us was a small gathering of people, which consisted of Tristan, his wife Helen and the twins, Singen and Isaac.
The men were dressed in dinner jackets and bow ties and Helen was wearing a long floaty red dress. She looked better than she had in her file photo, maybe her afternoon rest had freshened her up a little, but I could still tell she was a drinker. Her face was gaunt but the rest of her was slightly chubby. She seemed to carry her weight on her ass and belly like middle aged women do as they get older.
She was linking arms with her husband as though they were waiting to walk down the aisle at a wedding. I wondered if she was trying to show us that she owned this man or if she was just using him to stop herself from falling over. She looked half-cut already.
"By Jove, I don't think I've seen three such elegant young girls in a long time. You all look positively radiant," gasped Tristan.
"Thank you, Pippa has amazing taste in clothes," I replied, doing a shy curtsy.
"Just make sure you give them back when you've soiled them," said Helen, giving me a bitchy look.
"Sorry, this is my wife Helen," said Tristan, presenting her to us. "Helen, this is Becca and Natalie."
"Nice to meet you Mrs. Kingsley," said Natalie, holding her hand out politely.
"Are these more of your street girls?" she said to Sinner, with utter distain in her voice, completely ignoring Nat's gesture.
"Mummy, don't talk like that," he said. "It's not very becoming of you. Be nice."
She was a miserable cow, but I guess if your husband had a taste for barely legal prostitutes and your sons went to race meetings in the streets, she'd have every reason not to like us.
"You'd better tell Robert to keep an eye on the silver," she continued her assault.
"That really won't be necessary Mrs. Kingsley," I butted in. "We might be many things, but we're not thieves."
She was already pissing me off and I'd only known her less than a minute.
"Time will tell," she spat.
"Well, that's gone well," said Tristan sarcastically. "Shall we go through to the dining room."
"Yes, lets," said Ice looking daggers at his mother.
He held out his arm for me to link up with him and Sinner did the same for Natalie. We followed 'mummy and daddy' into the east wing like a procession. I felt a little guilty that Pippa was alone but judging by the state of her cum filled knickers on the bedroom floor she'd already had her fun for the day.
The east wing appeared to be identical to the west, where we'd had drinks earlier that afternoon. The floor was carpeted and the walls were lined in dark wood panelling. Fancy wall lights lit the way as we slowly made our way to the dining room. Along the way we passed a room marked 'Study' on the right which was at the front of the house. I already knew where it was, based on Lexa's plans of Kingsley manor which I had memorised during our planning stage. Time spent on reconnaissance is seldom wasted and we needed to know our way around.
Robert was waiting for us at the entrance to the dining room at the back of the property. It overlooked the garden just like the room we'd been in for drinks.
"Dinner is served," he said.
He opened the double doors like some sort of special ceremony and stood back to allow us to enter the large dining room.
It was another splendid display of wealth and opulence. The walls were papered with ornate pastel green wallpaper with gold swirls and the floor had black and white tiles arranged in a symmetrical pattern.
A large round oak table stood in the centre of the room, large enough for ten people, but only had places set for seven, equally spaced around it. There were a lot of glasses, crockery and cutlery laid out which looked equally as expensive. No wonder Helen had said hide the silver.
"Please be seated," said Robert gesturing towards the dining table.
Tristan pulled the chair out for his wife and she shuffled in. He sat next to her. Sinner sat next to his father followed by Natalie and then Ice. I sat next to Ice and Pippa sat between me and her mother as we went full circle.
The men pulled the chairs out for the women to be seated and Robert did the honours for Pippa. It was very formal and gave me an insight as to how the British aristocracy must live. It was another world and one I could easily get used to.
I rubbed my hand up Ice's leg under the table just to tease him and I whispered in his ear.
"Don't forget to claim your prize tonight. The offer expires at midnight," I whispered.
A huge grin crept across his face as he remembered I was going to give up my ass to him for winning the wanking game earlier that week.
"I can't wait," he murmured under his breath.
I squeezed his thigh and gave him a slutty look before turning my attention back to everyone else.
Robert walked around to the head of the table and stood next to his master.
"Wine sir? May I recommend the Dom Perignon two-thousand-and-eight?" asked Robert politely.
"No, I think we'll go with the Krug Grande Cuvée," replied Tristan. "Better make it a couple of bottles to begin with and stick the rest on ice."
I thought about being sarcastic and saying that Helen could do a case on her own, but I didn't think it would go down very well.
"Very good sir."
Robert shuffled off like he was gliding along the floor on air, whilst I tried to figure out which knife and fork to use. I knew you started on the outside and worked your way inwards, but that's where my dining room etiquette ended. I was more of a snuggle-up-on-the-sofa-and-eat-a-takeaway kind of girl.
There was a small card on my plate which told us what each course consisted of. Course one was an hors d'oeuvre which was bruschetta. The appetiser was grilled lobster tails with lemon & herb butter, followed by a Caesar salad. The more I read it, the more it felt like an expensive hotel or restaurant. The main event was venison steak with sweet potato fries and garden vegetables and then key lime pie for dessert.
"Wow, this all sounds delicious," said Natalie.
"Yes, our chef is very good," said Tristan. "If there's anything you don't fancy just let Robert know and he'll accommodate you with something else."
I watched Pippa whispering to her mother, probably trying to calm her down which seemed to be working.
"So, Becca, what do you do for a living?" she asked.
I couldn't decide if she was making an effort to be nice or if she already knew what I did and wanted to ridicule me.
"I work in a topless bar with Natalie," I said. "The pays not great but the tips can be generous."
"A topless bar?" she quizzed as though she'd never heard of such a thing.
"Yes, we serve drinks without a shirt or bra on," I replied, looking her in the eye.
Pippa seemed excited but her mother looked horrified.
