The Assignment - Part Nine
Priya prepares to host her first sexy party for Marcus…
I could get used to this — being the lady of the house. Between planning for the party and screwing Marcus every chance I get, my daily diary is pretty full.
By Saturday lunchtime, though, the pressure of offering to host the party is building. The caterers have delivered the food, all but the girls attending have been given the night off, and the shelves in the bar are full of spirits, but I can’t help thinking I’ve forgotten something.
Just after lunch, which I spent on my knees sucking my handsome, sixty-year-old boyfriend’s cock in his office until he gave me a tasty mouthful, Christina comes and finds me in the lounge. ‘What are you wearing tonight?’ she asks.
‘Shit!’ That’s what I’ve somehow forgotten. Christina laughs and sits beside me. ‘What does Marcus’s girlfriend wear to a sex party? What did the late Mrs Reed wear?’
‘Oh, apparently she was a big fan of entirely transparent mesh clothing that showed every inch of her expensive lingerie.’
‘I have nothing like that!’
Christina blinks and takes my hand. ‘You should come with me.’
She leads me through the lounge and down the stairs to my little boudoir that I haven’t had time to see for a few days. She, on the other hand, has practically lived in there, setting it up for me.
She hits the slider on the wall, and the light rises in a deep red, bathing the space beautifully as a place where a girl could easily get up to no good.
The bed we made a mess of during my first girl-on-girl experience a few days ago now has black satin sheets, and a mirror has been installed in the ceiling above it.
Along the walls, the wardrobes and glass-fronted cabinets are in darkness.
‘So, let’s start with the fun stuff,’ Christina says. She opens a cabinet, and dim white lights illuminate it. It’s full of dildos, vibrators, and all manner of different sex toys in various shapes and sizes. My eyes rest on a massive one that looks intimidating. Christina picks it up and holds it against her cheek. ‘Something to make our eyes water,’ she says. I nod, happy to give it a try if she is.
She closes the cabinet and opens drawers beneath it, one at a time. They’re full of restraints. There are cuffs, chains, whips, paddles, and a few things I don’t recognise. She picks something up and waves it in front of me. It looks like an ornate paper clip with a weight on it. ‘Nipple clamps,’ she sighs happily. I screw up my nose and shake my head. ‘Don’t knock it until you have tried it,’ she quips, putting it back on the red velvet lining of the drawer.
She closes the drawers and eyes me. ‘I got you something else to have fun with, too.’ She wanders to the corner and unhooks something, which swings from the shadows and settles before me.
‘What’s this?’ I ask, staring at the rubber contraption hanging from my ceiling by several chains. Christina kicks off her heels, meddles with it for a second, then hitches up her skirt and hops up into it. ‘It’s a sex swing!’ she says happily, lifting her stocking-clad feet and sliding them through stirrups, up in the air, which spreads her slender legs and exposes her lace thong to me. ‘Imagine the fun you could have in this!’
I reach out and rub her clit through her thong, and she freezes, eyeing me hungrily. ‘Imagine the fun we could have with this,’ I say.
Christina glances above her head. ‘Those are cuffs. If m’lady so wanted, she could restrain me to this until she’d had her way.’
‘Noted,’ I say happily, helping her out of the contraption. ‘So other than showing me all the toys, why did you bring me down here?’
Oh, yeah,’ she laughs. ‘Come.’ She leads me to the expansive wardrobes in the corner of the room, next to the bathroom. ‘See for yourself!’ she says excitedly.
I cautiously slide back the massive doors, and I can’t help but gasp as the lights inside come on. Christina smiles and steps forward.
‘Top rail, costumes,’ she says, pointing up at them. ‘Nurse, maid, schoolgirl, cheerleader, and loads of others.’ She blinks at me happily. ‘Next rail, sexy dresses. Everything from revealing to all-out slutty, in various colours, lengths and transparencies. Bottom rail and three drawers, lingerie, again everything from elegant and alluring to flat out fuck me.’
I smile as my eyes go across the drawers full of silk and fishnet stockings in a variety of colours, to another rail, sitting in darkness. ‘And that rail?’
Christina smiles. ‘Depends on how far you want to take things.’
I nod. ‘Show me.’
Christina reaches in and flicks on the light, and it looks like Batgirl has moved in. ‘Latex,’ she says quietly. ‘Tight, revealing, kinky. All in various options.’
I step forward and survey the extensive collection. ‘I love it,’ I whisper, taking Christina’s hand and kissing her cheek. ‘All of it.’ She clicks her heels together and screws up her nose.
‘So, what are you going to wear tonight?’
‘Let’s get me stripped down and choose something together, shall we?’ I ask, unbuttoning my blouse. Christina eyes me. ‘I think you should ask Marcus to make me your assistant. I quite like looking after you.’
I peel off my blouse and turn my back, letting her unclip my bra. ‘And if you were my assistant, you could just look after me all the time,’ I suggest.
‘Yes,’ she mutters, pulling down the zip on my skirt and sliding it over my hips.
There’s more being said in the silence than there is in our words. The atmosphere in the room is electric, and I know what Christina is thinking. We get on well, clearly have a sexual attraction to one another, and she genuinely seems to want to make sure things work out for me and Marcus. What she doesn’t realise is that Marcus and I haven’t talked about a relationship beyond my stay here in the Alps with him. And if I were to ask him to let me have her, it might look like I’m assuming we’re heading into a relationship, which I hope we are.
I spin to face her and wrap my arms around her. ‘If Marcus and I work out, I’ll talk to him about it. I promise.’