Date: Fri, 09 Apr 1999 23:32:22 GMT From: Le Chat Gris 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.