Wednesday

It was late the next morning when the Rachel woke up. One glance at the clock by her bed and she was rushing downstairs, screaming to her mother that she'd missed the start of school.

The sight of Sally in the kitchen, not dressed in her usual sedate clothes, but stark naked and calmly baking, brought her to a sudden and silent halt. She couldn't help blushing a little, as her eyes were drawn down, past her mother's pert little breasts, bite marks clearly visible, to the dark furry snatch between her legs.

All she could find to say to her mother, astonishing herself as she heard the words, was, "Is that fresh cum on your pussy?"

Sally was nonplussed for a moment. But, as she'd lain in bed last night, she'd resolved to try and be more open with her daughter, even on subjects she'd avoided discussing before. There was no getting away from Friday, when every part of her shame was likely to be exposed.

As a result, she amazed Rachel by hiking up a smile and saying, trying to keep things light. "Your father was going in late and we had time for a quickie. Do you want to lick me clean again?"

Rachel's blush turned from light pink to bright red. She wouldn't admit it, but the thought was quite appealing, even if she suspected her mother was only having a joke with her. Sally turned away from her daughter to hide her own blush. Trying to overcome her normal reticence, she felt she'd badly overcompensated.

Pushing the question of why her mother was still naked to one side, Rachel composed herself sufficiently to remember why she'd run downstairs.

"Mum. School. I'm late. Why didn't you wake me?"

Relieved her daughter had ignored her and moved on, Sally now genuinely laughed, a pleasant little chuckle, "Rachel darling, we’re being snuffed on Friday. I’m not expecting you to spend the next two days in school."

Rachel hadn't thought about this upside. She wasn't the brightest student and knew she'd fail the history test she was meant to be having today. Not having to spend an hour being bored in detention with Mr Weeks, her incredibly dull history teacher, was a definite plus. On the other hand, it did remind her she'd promised Chelsea they’d go clothes shopping after school, finding something for Saturday.

“That’s great mum.” Rachel said, “But I’d promised to go shopping with Chelsea this afternoon. I haven’t even told her I won’t be around on Saturday yet.”

Sally looked sympathetic, Rachel and Chelsea had been best friends for years. “I tell you what, why don’t I ring Chelsea’s house and ask if she’ll come over after school? Then you can tell her yourself. I’m sure she’ll understand.”

"I'm not sure mum. Chelsea's always been sure she'd be snuffed first. You know her dad's big on the party circuit. How’s she going to feel when I tell her?"

Sally put her arm around her daughter. "Come on, love. She's going to find out anyway, and wouldn't it be better if you told her? She should be proud of you after all, helping your dad out like this."

"I suppose so." Rachel admitted reluctantly.

****

"Chelsea, hi! I'm so glad you're here."

"Hi Rachel! How come you weren't in school today? What's up?"

Rachel hugged her best friend. The contrast between the two girls was great, but they'd been friends for ever. Chelsea was a bottle blonde with a coating of make-up and, frankly, a tendency towards the slutty in dress. Rachel was darker, with a fresh face, and always wore clothes that she hoped, but didn’t, hide her figure. Despite the difference in their outward appearance, they had a pretty similar take on life.

"I'm so glad you got me over." Chelsea went on. "I've got the worst possible news."

"So have I!" Rachel exclaimed in surprise.

"Mine will be worse." Chelsea assured her. "My dad's finally booked me in for a party. We need to leave on Friday night and I'm going to miss the club."

"Hey, that's my news." was all Rachel could find to say.

"My dad's put you in for a party as well?" her face lit up. "Maybe it's the same one, that'd be more fun."

"I wish! But it's not that. My dad just got a promotion, and mum and I are going to be the entertainment at the board meeting this Friday."

"That's not so bad." Chelsea commiserated. "At least you'll be with your mum. No chance for me after mine had to help out at that party last year. "

"What did happen to your mum at that Halloween party?"

"My dad just said she was a lantern. He never really discusses his parties with us, but my sister reckons she was gutted and had a light stuck up her arse. She did say how pleased she was to be finally helping dad's business. My sister's not too pleased about this weekend though, but then I've always been the family show off. Melanie's more like you."

"Is Melanie going to be at the party as well then?"

"And the rest, we're being billed as the Slash Sisters. We're going to be gladiators, fighting naked of course. What are you going to be doing?"

"I don't know yet. Apparently the board like to keep it a surprise. The only thing I know so far is that it's likely to be worse than last night."

Chelsea looked at her friend curiously. "You haven't mentioned anything about last night?"

Rachel blushed a little, she hadn't meant to tell even Chelsea about last night. She knew her friend would pester her until she spilled, so she launched into it.

"It was just after dad told us, Joel started feeling me up, and mum said I should let him! Then he started with mum as well!..."

They'd known each other for years, once she’d started Rachel didn't spare any details in describing last night to Chelsea. She couldn’t tell her friend about after she went to bed though.

"It's not just us." Chelsea sounded relieved. "Dad had Melanie and me doing some pretty unusual stuff for him last night. It was fun, but a bit weird being naked just in front of my dad. I’m really looking forward to it in front of a whole crowd on Saturday, though. It's going to be a buzz."

"It's okay for you, you're always up for things like the school streak." Rachel looked to her friend with a mixture of annoyance and awe. "I don't even like getting changed for gym, and that's just in front of the girls in our class."

There was one place the friends differed, and that was a willingness to stand out in public. Rachel was, and always had been, rather shy. Even as a little girl, she'd always preferred the 'hide' bit of 'hide and seek'. Although Chelsea tried to understand her friend’s desire to hide, she was, and always had been, flamboyant by nature, and loved being the centre of attention.

"Girl, if I had tits like yours, I'd never button up a top again. Even I want to get my hands on them!"

Her mother had implied Joel and her father could pretty much do anything with her, why not Chelsea? To a startled look from her friend, she pulled off the baggy rugby shirt she was wearing and unhooked her bra.

"Knock yourself out." she said, trying to sound resigned. "It's going to be the only chance you'll get."

Giggling, Chelsea reached over anyway to run her hands over Rachel. It might just be her best friend, and a bit of fun, but Rachel still started to flush with embarrassment.

"Relax, Rach." Chelsea had seen her blush. "I'm not about to make you rim me, even if my bum would be cleaner than Joel's. I'm just admiring a fine body."

"You know, I've just thought of something a bit weird." Rachel said, distracted from her embarrassment. "Last night, when dad and Joel had mum doing some pretty humiliating stuff, it looked like she was getting into it."
 
"She might have been." Chelsea giggled again. "Last night, when I had to go straight to bed, didn't even get to wash Melanie's pee off."

Rachel cut in, "Melanie peed on you?"

"I told you dad had us doing some unusual stuff. Anyway, when I was in bed and thinking about it, I found myself doing, you know, just about as hard as I ever have."

"But that's the weird thing. Did you want to do that stuff with Melanie?"

"Have my tongue buried in her snatch?" Chelsea made a face. "No! Did you know she's got those really wiry pubes that get stuck in your teeth?"

"That's my point. I’d never have buried my face in Joel's arse either. So why were we in bed afterwards frigging over it?"

The two friends looked at each other, Rachel startled by what she’d committed, both looking puzzled at this thought. Even Chelsea felt the slightly awkward nature of the silence and tried for some light relief

"You can dive into my muff if you like, but I'm not going down on you."

"No chance!" Rachel smiled, but was still thoughtful. "It is a bit odd, though. If I was forced to choose between you and mum, it's you I'd have gone down on. But last night I was wanking over licking out my mother."

"Thanks for the compliment babe. So your old mum turns you on, and this hot little bod doesn't?" After the awkward moment, Chelsea was back to her usual self, gently teasing her friend.

"That's not fair." Rachel replied, trying to pout, but it was just the usual banter, releasing a bit of tension, and neither girl was taking it seriously.

Chelsea brightened, she’d found an explanation that would do for her, "Probably just our bodies making the most of it before we’re snuffed."

"What, you mean with our dads?" This was shocking in itself, then another thought, "Even Joel?"

"Yeah, I reckon so, even Joel." Chelsea never took anything too seriously, and chuckled at the thought. Then a vision of the future made her break into a happy smile. "It's going to be amazing on Saturday, I'm going to have a whole party-full of people getting off on me."

Rachel looked a bit happier herself. "That sounds hopeful. Everybody at dad's work wants to be on the board just for the entertainment after the meetings. Maybe, if I've got a room full of people getting pleasure, the exposure won't be so bad."

****

Despite having had a good chat with her best friend, alone in bed that night Rachel privately admitted she wasn't looking forward to displaying everything she had. At least, she consoled herself, it would be a private function, with no one there she really knew. Resolving to keep on her most concealing clothes until they were actually in the boardroom, she fell asleep.

This story is a fantasy, set in another place, with only the slightest passing nod to our reality as it’s glimpsed on a distant horizon. If this isn’t immediately apparent to you, I strongly suggest you seek urgent psychiatric care.