Summer Hire Ch. 09

She stopped herself from trying to cover her nakedness. After all, she reminded herself, she was supposed to be his sex toy.

Erik smiled as he set down the bundle of clothes on a chair, "Well, it looks like you've recovered quite nicely."

"No thanks to that little bitch in heat, oh, I'm sorry, I meant dear sweet Mistress Amy. Thank you ever so much, Master, for the opportunity to experience such... pain."

"Ah well, as they say, 'no pain, no gain.' Besides, I can't have you lazing about the whole time."

He turned to Serena, "Thank you for taking such wonderful care of her. She looks very well sated."

Serena nodded, "I think she's ready to face the day now. She might have been a tad wrung out from earlier, but I don't think any permanent damage was done."

Erik agreed, "Mistress Amy is almost always more careful than we give her credit for." With a slightly more serious tone and nodding his head at the massage table, he asked Serena, "Did everything go well here?

"Perfect. No surprises."

Melissa caught the undertone. She looked back and forth between them, puzzled. "Say what?"

Erik seemed a little chagrined that he had been so obvious, "Ah, sometimes, when somebody has body issues or an old trauma, a massage therapist will discover... hidden messages left as sort of 'body memory.' When that happens, a massage session can turn into a mine field, especially when the massage comes right after an intense experience, such as what you had with Mistress Amy. Old stuff can come up, unexpectedly." He turned back to Serena. "But it sounds like there wasn't anything at all."

"Nope. She was just fine. A little nervous, maybe, when I asked her to turn over to work on her front, but nothing that seemed out of place."

Melissa asked, a little angry, "So that's how it is? Everything's a test? I have to look for the hidden purpose in every gift you give me?"

Erik nodded thoughtfully, "Sometimes. Look, if there had been traumas hidden away, they could have spilled out in very destructive ways, and done real damage. Still could, for that matter."

Erik grimaced for a moment, "I am your dom. Your Master. You have given me an enormous trust. Your safety is, at least partially, my responsibility now. I am taking you on a journey. Most of this journey, hopefully, will be wondrous and new. Some of it, though, could be dangerous, especially if you have brought baggage along that I, we, don't know about.

"So yes, all along the way, I'll be checking to make sure that you really are okay. It's not that I'm trying to trick you or manipulate you... well, not too much. Mostly, I'm just trying to make sure that I don't hurt you."

"Okay. Thank you, I guess. But I'm not made of porcelain, you know. I can do a reasonable job of looking after myself."

Melissa swung her legs over the edge of the table and sat up, feeling self-conscious again about being naked. Then she remembered that Serena was also still naked. Serena was also shaved smooth below, so Melissa couldn't tell if her honey blond hair color had been helped along or not. There were slight smile lines at the edges of Serena's mouth and the corners of her eyes, showing that her twenties had passed by. Her modest bust, however, was still firm. The rest of her body looked to be in great shape too. Her hips were only medium wide, and her abdomen was thick, but it seemed solid with muscle, rather than fat. Melissa wondered if Serena was a gymnast, or perhaps rode horses. There was something athletic about her body, in a straightforward, unassuming way. The contrast with Mistress Amy's perfectly toned and sculpted body was very noticeable.

Melissa thought about Erik's body. His physique seemed somewhere in between Serena's and Amy's very different modes of fitness. He was gorgeous, strong, and sculpted, which was sort of like Amy. He also had a purposeful grace to his movements, except his sense of grace seemed totally natural, without any artifice. Mistress Amy, on the other hand, always seemed self-aware of how she moved, as well as her appearance in general.

Serena, in contrast, was not nearly as graceful as either Amy or Erik. Serena seemed to be more of a "what you see is what you get" kind of girl. Suddenly, Melissa wondered how she looked to the others. All her years of ballet classes had hopefully given her some inherent poise. She had also been a tomboy for most of her childhood, at least until her breasts popped out and boys started treating her differently. Thinking about it, she realized that she had no idea how the others saw her, except, of course, that she was naked right now.

Serena stepped into the silence that had followed Melissa's protest over Erik's protectiveness, not realizing that Melissa's long silence had simply been her mind wandering. "Erik, you know she's right. You can't go around trying to arrange things just to keep her safe. At best, that's patronizing. At worst, well, it can get kind of creepy."

Erik shook his head and said in mock pity, "What sort of useless dom must I be? Last night, Melissa pops me up side the head on the drive home, and now, the two of you double-team me. Clearly, my mastery of the situation is somewhat lacking."

The two women shared a laugh. Then Melissa reached out to touch Erik's arm, "It's not that I don't appreciate your looking out for me. I do. This is all new territory. I just don't like being bubble-wrapped, that's all."

"Yeah, and I'm not really a bubble-wrap or even a Saran Wrap, kind of guy. Not my kink."

Serena volunteered, "I once did a Saran Wrap guy. I got to admit, it didn't really do a whole lot for me. Plus, he was a kind of wimpy dom, but he was too scared to be a sub. Oh well."

Her expression brightened up, and she continued, "So what are you guys doing next? A three-way? I'm available." She leaned back against the massage table and put her arm around Melissa. "We're both already bare-butt naked." She nuzzled Melissa's neck. "I could really enjoy going down on her. Or one of us could tongue your ass while the other one takes your cock up her ass. I know you like that." She gave Melissa a little push so that she lay partially back on the massage table. "Go ahead. Turn over and let me eat out your ass. We'll see how long he lasts."

Melissa looked at Erik uncertainly and he laughed, "Enough, enough. Melissa's got a 10:30 with Henri, and you know how hard it is to get on his schedule. We start messing around, and she'll never make it."

Serena complained with a drawn-out "Owww." She looked down at Melissa for support and nudged her with an elbow.

Melissa grinned and dutifully joined in with an, "Ohhh."

Erik held up his hands in surrender. "Okay, tell you what Serena, are you free for dinner tonight? I can plan a suitable punishment for this torment you're causing me."

Serena smiled, "Yes Master. Your slaves are free for your taking." Then she nudged Melissa again to lie down and nodded her head to indicate that she should roll over. This time, Melissa complied, arching her back, lifting up her buttocks. She spread her legs as she drew her knees up underneath her. Then she looked back innocently at Serena and asked, "Like this?"

Serena answered by leaning over and thrusting her tongue against Melissa's anus, penetrating slightly on the first push. Melissa groaned with deliberately exaggerated desire, as Serena applied herself forcefully, her tongue darting in and out of Melissa's ass, which quickly relaxed to take her in.

Serena was careful to position their bodies so that Erik could get a full view of the action.

Erik rolled his eyes in mock frustration and then unzipped his pants, allowing his now fully rigid member to spring out. "All right you two, on your knees. Somebody's going to have to take a load of cum."

Serena exclaimed brightly as she sank to a kneeling position, "Oh, me, me, me. I call it!"

Melissa quickly scrambled down off the massage table, joining in the playful mood, "You can't have it all, you greedy little bitch. I'm his sex slave. I get first dibs." As she spoke, Melissa knelt beside Serena, matching her posture with a straight back, arms clasped behind her back, head bowed.

Serena looked over at Melissa, "I'll wrestle you for it. First one to get pinned has to eat out the winner, plus the winner gets Erik's full load. I'm gonna wump your ass. Ha!"

Erik said, "Girls, girls, now behave. You'll get a chance to settle your differences tonight. But right now, the clock is running. I'm just going to jerk off on you and be done with it. That's all you deserve for your miserable behavior."

With that said, Erik stepped close to them and did exactly as he promised, masturbating vigorously in order to come quickly. Serena licked her lips and tried to push in front of Melissa.

Melissa let her have the front position, thinking to herself, "Oh boy, gagging down more cum. She can go first." Melissa had to admit, however, that Serena's silly, somewhat over the top performance had made it more fun. So she did her best to push her way back into the action.

Soon enough, Erik gasped, arching his back while his thick semen spurted out. The first jet hit Melissa's cheek, and then Serena pushed in to catch the next pulse in her mouth, Melissa pushed her way back, getting the final spurt on her chin. Both women laughed. Some of the cum spilled back out of Serena's mouth as she tried to contain her laughter. With Serena preoccupied, Melissa yelled, "I get the last drops!" She jammed her mouth around Erik's shaft, sucking hard. His eyes flew open, and he drew in a sharp breath. The intensity of her sucking on his highly sensitized penis made him have to fight not to pull away.

Serena swallowed down what remained in her mouth, and then turned to lick Melissa's cheek clean. Erik finally did pull away, and Melissa turned to clean off Serena's spilled cum. He watched intently as both women kissed and licked each other clean. Erik muttered, "You two are bound and determined to make me stay hard all day. Get in the shower and cleaned off! Quickly!"

Both women giggled as they hurried to the shower.

Melissa stopped at the doorway to the shower as Serena went in and turned on the water, still laughing. Melissa knew she shouldn't be surprised, but the shower was a gorgeous combination of stone, wood, and glass. Water flowed from several traditional shower heads, as well as over a small waterfall, from an opening in the arched roof in the middle of the room. The waterfall's broad stream of water fell splashing onto the stone floor. Serena turned to look at Melissa, still standing dumbfounded in the doorway. Serena waved her in, "Come on in, you're letting the heat out." She waved around at the room, "Yeah, it's pretty fucking awesome, isn't it." She stepped under the waterfall, holding open her mouth to intercept some of the onrushing flow. Then she stepped back out, spitting out the remaining water. "Ugh. Gotta get that nasty taste out."

Melissa stepped under one of the more normal shower heads, asking, "Yeah, what was that all about?"

"Oh, Erik's such a dom. He's Mister 'I'm in control.' I love to get him to do something he doesn't want to do. So when he said we didn't have time to screw around, well there wasn't any alternative, I had to make him come."

"And licking my ass like that?"

"Guy's are too easy. You just have to know their hot buttons. Erik loves having his ass get diddled. And he likes watching two girls do it to each other. Drives him crazy every time."

"But do you like it?"

"Oh, I love having somebody do it to me. Doing to somebody else... yeah, not so much. But it's so cool to get Erik all hot and bothered, especially when he's determined not to. That's way worth it. Besides, if I'm going to stick my tongue up somebody's ass, I'd much rather it be a girl."

"Huh?"

"A girl's much likelier to be smooth, no hair you know, and clean. Tonguing a hairy guy with little balls of crap dangling around..."

"Thank you ever so much for that image. What the hell is it with you and Malcolm? You two just love grossing me out."

"Who's Malcolm?"

"Probably my best friend. He's gay."

"Well, that explains it. Gay sex can get kind of groady and messy, not that guys care. Anyway, making out with a girl is way cleaner. It may not be my favorite pastime, but hey, it's not all bad. I sure had fun making you come."

"Thanks, I think."

"You're welcome. Besides, I got invited for fun and games tonight."

"Yeah, what's that going to be?"

"Hah! With Erik, you never can tell. He's way more creative and fun than most of the folks I know. Oh, I suppose there'll be some whipping and spanking. He really loves that." Serena paused a minute and looked at Melissa more carefully. "You into that?"

Melissa blushed, with a guilty nod.

Serena laughed, "Good. A willing partner is really important for Erik. Somebody who's faking it, naw, he's so good at reading people; he can spot it right away."

"But weren't you sort of faking it? I mean, you don't really like the taste of cum. And you said you didn't really like giving anal-oral."

Serena put her finger to her lips, "Shush. Don't confuse me with the facts. The thing is, I love doing it when I'm in the middle of it because I know what it's doing for the other person. And that gives me this rush of sexual power; it's like a drug. Man, if I could package that and sell it, I'd be a billionaire."

Melissa was puzzled, "I'm not sure..."

Serena immediately contradicted her, "Yes you are. I've already seen you -- like -- you're riding a wave. There's this energy you generate. You're saying, 'I'm this sexual being. I exist to be your play toy.' And it makes you really valuable, precious, powerful. It's what being a sub is all about. That you exist solely to satisfy someone else's needs, except, of course, what's really happening is that all of their energy is going into you, and that makes you crazy powerful."

Serena could see that Melissa was still puzzled, so she paused, searching for the right explanation. Then she tried again, "You know... like, have you ever been an actor, or done some kind of performance thing where people clapped really hard for what you did?"

"Well, a couple of dance recitals, sort of."

"And like, that applause, that energy, it was a total rush, right?"

Melissa thought back to one particular dance performance where she had completely nailed it, and all the parents had gotten to their feet, clapping and cheering for her. The memory of that standing ovation had also been very powerful for her, and even now left her a little misty eyed. She quietly said, "Yeah."

When Serena saw that Melissa had connected to the feeling, she said, "That's what it is. That's why I love sticking my tongue up your ass or sucking down a guy's cum. Not cause it's anything you'd ever want to do by itself. Yecch! But because, in that moment, it's what makes the other person crazy, and I'm the one doing it."

She continued, "All these vanilla folks get hung up on the idea of a sub being powerless, but they're missing the whole point. They don't see the enormous amount of power a sub has. The whole thing doesn't work without the sub being into it. And when it's working, I mean really working, wow, the rush is intense. Cause the dom's also working hard as hell, trying to get the sub into that place, where the sub is just this total sexual being. And that's the dom's rush of power, being able to get the sub there. The whole thing's like a circle, where the power of each person feeds off the other and multiplies."

Serena laughed and continued, "Of course, this morning was extra fun because I got to use that power to pull Erik into something he was resisting. I mean, I know he wanted to do it, at least at some level. Ain't no way you're gonna get that man to do what he really doesn't want to do. But he didn't think he should have done it, and we showed him different. God, I love messing with a dom like that."

Melissa smiled at Serena's enthusiasm. After a moment, Melissa responded, "I think I see what you're saying. And yeah, it was kind of fun to make him come when he didn't want to. He's always been so... restrained around me. It's like, well he can make me come whenever he wants to, but he doesn't need to have his own orgasm. I was kind of wondering if there was something... I don't know... weird going on."

"Naw, he's just your normal, control-freak, dom. Plus, he's a good guy. He cares about his partner. I mean, you're new to all this. He's going to make sure you have a good time, and wow, does he know a good time."

"What about you? I mean, and him?"

"Oh, little green monster time? Well, set your jealousy aside, silly little girl. Sure, I've known him for years, and yeah, we have fun together, but, I don't know, he's a little too uptight and hard-charging for me. Or maybe it's that I'm a little too loose and 'who the fuck cares' for him. Anyway, we have fun. I kind of challenge him, I think, in ways that he needs to be challenged. I mean, he's a great dom, pretty mellow about it and all, but he really needs somebody who can match his creativity and passion for a scene. Not that it'd ever be a good idea to try to take a scene away from him -- somebody else trying to wrestle control away from him, now that would be a bad thing. But, at the same time, he really needs somebody who can bring something of their own to a scene. Help him fill it out. Zig when he zags."

"That sounds... sort of challenging."

"Sure, well...

"Hey girls!" Erik's voice came booming into the shower room. "Did you forget the bit about hurrying?"

"Oh shit," Serena told Melissa. "We gotta go. He gets royally pissed about being late, anywhere. Even to a fucking hair dresser."

The two women trooped out, guiltily. Erik was standing outside the door, holding their towels. He told them, "I called Henri and told him you were running late. He's okay with the delay, but I've got a telecon that starts before I'd get back. Serena, are you available to run Melissa down to Henri's?"

"Sure, and, hey Erik, I'm really sorry about losing track of time. Girl-talk, you know."

He laughed, "I figured, and I thought it wouldn't be bad for Mel to have some girl-talk time, but we've got to pick out clothes for her, and Henri could only push things back so far."

Melissa looked at Erik, a little puzzled, not sure if she was annoyed, "So now I'm Mel?"

He grimaced for a second, "Sorry, I mean Melissa. I sort of shortened your name in my head -- didn't mean for it to pop out."

"That's okay. I'm not sure. I might kind of like it. I mean, I've been called Mellie before. I definitely hated that. Mel? I guess you could do that."

"Okay, I'll probably bounce back and forth for awhile. I sort of do that with names. Sorry."

"Hey, no biggie. So what's this about clothes?"

Serena came back into the dressing area, having gathered up her clothes by the whirlpool. She asked excitedly, "Oh goody, do we get to dress her?"

Erik said to Serena sternly, "I'll take any of your suggestions under advisement, but do try to keep it quiet in the peanut gallery."

Serena curtsied, "Yes massah, anything you says, massah."

Erik looked down his nose at her, "Ah ought ta tan your hide, young lady."

"Oh yeah! But that'll have to wait for tonight. Remember, we're on a clock."

"That would have been what I came in here to do -- remind you." He turned and walked back out, calling over his shoulder to Melissa, "Your clothes are out here."

Serena slipped on her jeans and shook out her shirt to put on. Melissa wondered if Serena was simply following Erik's edict about no underwear, or if women in the kink world just didn't wear any.

Serena ducked into her shirt and waited to walk out with Melissa. After taking one final pass at drying her hair, Melissa started to wrap the towel around her body, but Serena shook her head to stop her. Melissa rolled her eyes. She let the towel drop to the floor and walked out with Serena.