Date: Fri, 09 Apr 1999 23:32:22 GMT
From: Le Chat Gris <le_chat_gris@hotmail.com>
Subject: Good Help is Hard ... to Find

Good Help is Hard...to Find			By Le Chat Gris

It was Saturday evening, the night of my husband's yearly company
gala. My husband, James, works for a multimillion dollar corporation
(which must go unnamed to protect my identity), and the yearly gala
provided a platform from which contacts could be made, backs could be
scratched, senators, congressmen, and public officials alike could be
kept happy, and above all, more money could be assured. This year's
gala promised to be a huge success, and I had purchased a stunning
red Versace gown for the event.  The day had been spent with my stylist
Franco, coiffing, spritzing, and polishing. I have to admit it, I
looked fierce. As the wife of the CEO, I was expected to make
a good show, as the press was covering it quite heavily, from society
magazines to those horrendous television gossip shows.

As we entered the Ritz-Carlton, bulbs flashed as we smiled and were
escorted to the head table. I smiled and pressed the hand of the
mayor. "It's a pleasure to see you Elaine," he said, "You look
lovelier every year. That dress is breathtaking." "Thank you Ralph,"
I said, smiling, "Shall I wear it to our meeting next week?" "Don't
temp me," he laughed, winking. As president of a local charity, I
often came in contact with the mayor, and we had become quite close
friends. He and his wife often joined James and I on our yacht,
and we spent long weekends at his and his wife's cottage on Martha's
Vineyard.

My husband and I made the rounds, smiling and sparkling, in high
gear. My dress and I were a hit. Halfway through the evening the
champagne had started to go to my head, and I told my husband I had
to slip away for a breath of fresh air. He barely nodded, as he was
completely entranced by the large breasted corporate lawyer he was
talking to.

I headed toward the terrace, where I let myself out through the
French doors. The night was sublime, clear as a bell, with a warm
breeze. I looked out over the garden, but my reverie was short lived,
as I heard shouting from the window at the other end of the terrace.
I walked down to the window and peeked in. There were two amazingly
handsome young servers standing in a kitchen, with a tall, muscular
man hulking over them, shouting.

"Look, you little shits," he bellowed, "This is a really important
fucking party, and I don't need a couple of teenaged assholes like
you screwing it all up for me. These rich fuckers pay my salary, and
you twerps aren't going to make me look bad. Now clean this shit up.
Oh, and don't bother coming back out on the floor after this. I don't
want to see your faces." The boys looked intimidated, and I could
understand why. Their boss looked like he worked out and could easily
hurt them if he wanted to. He shoved a bucket at them and stormed out
of the steel hotel kitchen.

By now I was quite interested in the drama unfolding before me. I
watched the boys with tenderness and felt a twinge of sympathy for
their plight. They had apparently knocked over several trays of soup
and hors d'oeuvres in the kitchen bustle, and now had the daunting
task of cleaning splatters off of nearly every surface in the room. I
guessed that the boys were about 18 or 19, and not exactly used to
the catering business. They looked like they were more into sports.
The first one had dark brown hair which was slightly overgrown and
flopped boyishly over one eye. He had expressive hazel eyes, and a
sweet little button nose. His body had the perfect deliciousness of a
boy who has just become a man; strong and male, yet fresh and
unscathed. His friend had sandy blond hair, streaked with light
blond highlights, blue eyes, and full wet lips. When he smiled, small
dimples appeared in his cheeks. Speaking of cheeks, his ass was
sumptuously round, cupped by khaki pants. I started to feel a
familiar tingle as I observed these young Adonises.

"That guy is such an asshole, Jason! Why did you talk me into this
gig?" the brunette said.

"Fucking A, Nathan, how was I supposed to know that guy would trip on
us?" the blond replied, "Let's just get this done and collect our
paychecks, man." He picked up a mop and began to push it through the
slop. "Nathan" soon followed suit, and the two began to clean in
earnest.

By this point, I was beginning to get very hot, watching their strong
arms pushing the mops. I couldn't believe my luck when "Nathan" got
down on his hands and knees to reach under the refrigerator,
straining his pants across his tight ass. They were soon sweating
quite badly, and they took off their shirts to avoid getting them
sweat stained. I was getting very excited now, watching their hot
bodies glisten. Their chests were tanned and well muscled,
without going overboard. Nathan had a nipple ring, and I practically
drooled at the thought of taking it between my teeth and tugging at
the sensitive red nib. I couldn't stand anymore, I had to go in. I
glanced over my shoulder. Music and laughter issued from the
ballroom. I could make out James' form through the glass doors,
laughing at something the lawyer said. I glanced back at the boys. A
droplet of sweat ran down the brunette's back and disappeared into
the depression between his lovely ass cheeks. That was the
straw that broke the camel's back.

I rapped on the window. The boys looked up, startled. The blond came
over to the window and opened it. "Can I...uh...yes?" he said,
crossing his arms over his bare chest self consciously. "I was
wondering if you guys could do me a favor," I made up on the spot,
"I am dying for some ice cream, and all they have in there is creme
brule and raspberry tort drizzled with chocolate. Two scoops would do
me," I said, eyeing the brunette's nipple ring. "Um...um..." The
blond looked panicked and glanced at his friend.

The brunette had caught my look and smiled. "Come on in. Our jerk
boss just left."

"Yes, I saw," I said.

"Don't worry about him. I'm his boss." The blond relaxed slightly and
offered me a hand to step through the window.

The brunette went over to the massive freezer, and searched through
it, coming up with a commercial sized tub of Hagen Daazs vanilla.
"Here you go, ma'am", he said, looking me up and down with those
seductive eyes.

"Thank you. That's very kind of you," I said. The blond went back to
work, scrubbing the floor. He glanced nervously over his shoulder at
the door from time to time, expecting the boss to arrive any minute.
The brunette, full of youthful cockiness, grabbed a spoon and hopped
up on the steel island where he had placed the ice cream, dangling
his legs off the side. I took the spoon and dug into the ice cream.
"Mmmmm. That is just what I needed," I said.

The brunette half smiled, watching me. "I'm Nathan," he said, "That
chicken scrubbing the floor is Jason."

Jason shot Nathan an irritated look and mumbled shyly, "Hi."

"Well, Nathan," I said, "would you like a bite of this ice cream?"

"I think I might enjoy that," he said, highly aware of my interest.

I scooped up a little bit of ice cream and held it up. "Come and get
it then," I murmured.

Jason stopped scrubbing at this, and looked up, watching us tensely.
Nathan smiled. He scooted down closer to me and brought his red lips
to the spoon. I slid the ice cream into his mouth. "Mmmm. Pretty
good," he said, "but tell me, Ma'am, what's a classy lady like you
doing in the kitchen eating ice cream with a couple of punks like us?
Aren't you with the party in the ballroom?"

"Yes; in fact, you could say I am a V.I.P.," I purred, "but I guess
there is something that I want in the kitchen. And a V.I.P. always
gets what she wants. Come here, boy."

Nathan slid off the steel island and approached me. I placed my hand
on his warm damp chest and ran it down and around to his hard little
derriere. "Mmmm. This is what I want," I said. I pulled his head
towards me, and tasted of his sweet ripe boyish lips, then tongue
kissed him deeply, enjoying the hot wet vanilla quality of the kiss.
I toyed with his nipple ring, tugging gently. He was pressed up
against me, and I felt a stirring against my leg, then the hardness
of his teenaged cock, pushing against my body through our clothes. I
was immediately wet myself, anticipating that hardness inside of
me.

Meanwhile, Jason had practically stopped breathing.

I pulled back from the kiss. "Don't be so eager, young man, " I said
to Nathan, giving one of his nipples a pinch.

He gasped, and said heavily, "I'm sorry ma'am, I thought you-"

"Shhhh. It's alright. Be quiet," I said, "But what a mouse our Jason
has become." Jason sat on the floor, stunned, but very obviously
intrigued. "Come here, Jason," I said authoritatively. Shakily, he
got to his feet and walked toward me. "Jason, do you like what you
see?" His eyes were glued to mine.

He pushed his blond hair from his sweaty brow and stammered,
"Well...well...obviously, yes. You're very...very pretty. But you're
a...a guest..."

"Did it turn you on to see me kiss your friend, Jason?" Jason nodded,
transfixed. "Would you like to kiss me too, Jason?" I asked. He
nodded, but made no move, frozen where he stood. I approached him, my
shy, intimidated lamb. My hand went directly to his crotch, which I
traced lightly with a fingertip through his pants. It immediately
grew beneath my touch. I felt the underside of his penis; rock hard.
"I excite you, don't I, Jason?" He breathed jaggedly and nodded. "Do
you like my hand on your cock, Jason?" I whispered.

"Yes." he breathed.

"Do you want to please me?" I asked.

"Yes."

The huge rock in his pants was straining against the cloth, begging
for release. I obliged, and undid his pants, reaching beneath the
white band of his underwear to grasp his unbelievable rod. I was
shocked at his size, in ecstasy with this hot, baby smooth, rock hard
tool in my hand. I ran my finger over the tip of his cock, which was
slippery with the dew of pre-cum. He gasped audibly, and I felt a
wave go through his body. I was unbelievably aroused myself by this
point. "Jason, I want you to do whatever I ask of you. I want you to
please me." I stroked his tool to the base, running a finger under
his balls. He moaned slightly and nodded, trembling. I turned to look
at Nathan. He was rubbing his own hard-on, watching us intently.
"Nathan. Stop touching yourself, boy. I am the V.I.P., remember? You
are to please me. You do as I say." I went to him, and yanked his
pants down to his ankles. He was standing stark naked in the steel
kitchen, his beautiful stiff cock pointing skyward. " Get up on the
island," I demanded. He obliged, climbing up awkwardly. "Lie down," I
said. I climbed up on the
island myself.

My dress was chiffon, billowing up around me. I reached under it and
tore a hole in my nylons, then straddled the boy. "Jason, come around
to this side," I demanded. He came over to the edge where Nathan's
head was. "Don't you dare cum, boy," I said. I rubbed across his hard
member, then pushed down. I was sopping wet, and his cock popped
through the hole in my nylons and slid deep into me. At the same
time, I grabbed Jason's head and tongue kissed him deeply. We made
out heatedly as I fucked Nathan hard and deep, pushing on his fat
tool. I convulsed with orgasm as I thrust down again, and
bit into Jason's lip with intensity. I pulled myself off of Nathan.
"Good boy," I said. I kissed him deeply.

"Come up here," I said to Jason. Jason crawled up on the island. "I
saw you watching Nathan," I said to him, "I know you want to touch
Nathan's cock, Jason, and I know you want to please me." Jason looked
down, trembling. "I know you want it," I murmured, "It's what I
want." I then pulled a finger down Nathan's erect member, before
pushing it gently against his little puckered asshole. Nathan jumped
and nearly shouted. His dick twitched with excitement at the
sensation. "You want Jason to suck your dick, don't
you, Nathan?" Nathan's hand crept toward his own aching member for
some relief, but I slapped it away. "You want him to suck your hard
rod, don't you Nathan?!" I said authoritatively.

Nathan breathed heavily. "Suck my cock. Yeah, suck it. Please..."

The tub of ice cream was less than a foot away, and I pulled it to
me. It had begun to melt, and I scooped a big glob of it up with my
hand. I rubbed the ice cream on Nathan's balls and cock. He was
almost delirious at this point. "Ah!...Ah!" he called when the cold
ice cream slid down his prick and balls, and down into his butt
crack. He reached for Jason's head, which was looking down on him
from above, and pulled it towards him. Jason put up little
resistance, confirming my suspicions, and allowed Nathan to pull his
head down onto his crotch. Jason looked frightened, but his hard-on
only twitched more as he tentatively took a small lick over the top
of his friend's ice cream bathed cock. Nathan's eyes were closed, and
he moaned, "Mmmmm. Suck it, please!" He pulled Jason's face down into
his crotch. Jason took the tip into his mouth, and allowed his lips
to glide over the first inch.

But Nathan, near agony, breathed hard and moaned, then took the back
of Jason's head and pushed it all the way down over his rod, gasping
"Yeah, yeah! H..hard! Sssuck it!" Jason gagged, but, eager to please,
began swallowing Nathan's thick cock in rhythm, slurping and sucking
like a pro.

Meanwhile, I sneaked to the fridge, emerging with a tub of butter. As
Jason sucked Nathan's cock, I came up behind him and began jacking
his rock hard prick with one hand, while scooping up some butter in
the other. I began smearing the butter all over Jason's balls and
tight little asshole. Jason stopped sucking with a moan of surprise
as I pushed my finger into his buttered hole, then wormed in another.

Nathan panted, "Don't stop, don't..."

I looked up. "Jason, stop sucking Nathan. Nathan, come here." In a
fever, Nathan slid around behind Jason, who was on his hands and
knees, letting out little moans as I worked my fingers around inside
his ass."Nathan," I instructed, "Cup Jason's balls and stroke his
cock. Then I want you to fuck your friend's asshole." I waited for
any sound of objection, but Jason only moaned with pleasure as I
massaged his prostate with my greasy, buttered fingers. Nathan ran
his hands down Jason's side, then reached under to grab his wide,
hard prick, and began to give him a most impressive hand
job.

"Oh, oh. Huh. Huh." Jason was grunting. "Fuck. Oh fuck! Yes!"

"Now, Nathan," I instructed, "Now! Fuck him. Ease your cock in gently
at first." I guided Nathan's pulsing tool to Jason's prepped asshole,
buttering Nathan's cock with a few stroked of my hand. Nathan
trembled as he rubbed the tip of his greasy fat nob onto Jason's
little pucker. "Push gently, now" I said. Nathan pushed his hips
forward. Jason let out a low groan as Nathan's
cockhead suddenly disappeared into his ass with a small bump.

"Ahhhhh." he moaned. Nathan moaned as well, "Ohhhhhh. Ohhh so tight,
so fucking good. Oh, man. Jason!"

"Fuck me, Nathan," Jason groaned, "Fuck me deep, fuck my ass!"

I smacked Nathan on the ass hard. "Fuck him, boy! I want you to fuck
him hard! Push that meat deep into him!" Nathan needed little
prodding, and with a thrust of his hips, buried his tool to the hilt.
He was soon sliding in and out of Jason's well lubed rectum. "Get
your rod up there!" I shouted, cracking my hand across Nathan's red
butt cheeks with each stroke, "Bang his ass!" Nathan was frenzied,
thrusting powerfully into his young blond friend's butthole, grunting
like an animal. His balls were slapping Jason's cheeks loudly, and
Jason's eyes rolled in his head with the sensation.

"Take my meat! Take my poker!" Nathan shouted, possessed. "Oooooh,
yes, fuck me!"

Jason replied, in heat, "Push your pork up into my asshole! Fuck me!
Fuck me! Ah! Ah! Ah!" I had inserted a finger into Nathan's own
asshole at this point, so that when he thrust back, my digit would
penetrate his own canal, rubbing his prostate. This sent him over the
edge. "Oh God! Motherfucker!" He cried, banging violently into
Jason's ass, "I'm coming! Ffff...Coming! Uh! Uh! Uh!" With a twist of
his hips, he thrust deep into Jason's rectum and shuddered,squealing,
"Heh! Heh!Aaaah!", depositing his steamy load inside of Jason, who
came a second later with a deep moan, his prick spasming as cum
spewed forth in rhythmic spurts, splattering the edge of my Versace
gown.

Nathan withdrew from Jason's ass, and semen leaked out onto the
island. They breathed heavily, sweaty and spent. "Lovely boys, " I
said, looking down on them tenderly. I kissed their fragrant boy skin
and stroked their hair. "Such good boys. So obedient." Jason smiled
up at me angelically, and Nathan managed a weak smile and a wink.

"Sure, ma'am. Any time," he said.