A New Way of Seeing Things Pt. 03 Ch. 04

Gwen's attention momentarily shifted to Natalie stepping into some sort of leather web consisting of nothing but thin straps and metallic rings. The blonde's breasts and sex were not covered by the outfit; rather, they were highlighted, her prominent mounds pushing between strategically placed straps that ran above and below them while Dorothy worked with the abundant flesh to make them spill out even further from their containment. Below, Natalie's bare mound and opening were surrounded in much the same manner, the straps making her sister-in-law's sex look like a perverse picture frame.

"You can take that off and get dressed now," Cho directed, waiting patiently for her model to remove the little pieces of leather. "I think we have what we need. Let's get loaded up and go."

Gwen did what she could to help pack the white panel van waiting behind the shop. The doors were closed, Cho and Dorothy climbed in, and Gwen and Natalie followed the vehicle out of the parking lot and towards their destination.

"They didn't bring out anything other than garment bags," Gwen said quietly as Natalie followed the van through traffic. "She's not going to show anything else?"

Natalie smiled. "Disappointed?"

"Well no, but...but it sounds like the guests might be if those kinds of things aren't, umm, demonstrated?"

"They were in the boxes already in the van. We don't need to try that kind of stuff on—one size fits all, at least for the most part. Are you thinking you might want to help out with some?"

"No—I don't know, maybe. Some of the tamer things, if there is such a thing."

The blonde smiled again. "Fair enough."

The two vehicle caravan left the city and passed into the countryside. They eventually turned on to a country lane and travelled down it for some time, nothing but woodland and open pasture on either side before the van slowed. Cho pulled up next to a car in a small paved lot beside an iron gate set in a stone wall. In the growing dusk Gwen could just make out two passengers in the front and perhaps a third in the back of the vehicle. After a moment's conference, the van backed and then pulled forward to the gate, with the mystery car swinging in behind. Natalie followed.

Gwen was surprised to see a guard emerge and approach the van from a door in the massive wall that stretched into the gathering darkness in either direction. A moment more, the gates swung open and Cho led the way up a tree-lined driveway that soon split left and right to climb the hill before them from either side. Atop the hill sat Coltishall Meadow, the home of Sylvia Danning.

A uniformed attendant waved them into a parking garage underneath the mansion and a buxom young woman, auburn hair brilliant against her white shirt and grey skirt, waited for them as they pulled into their designated spaces. Gwen saw Liz get out of the right rear passenger seat of the car that had joined them at the gate, and out of the front a stunningly beautiful woman with skin the color of cinnamon and lustrous black hair in a single ponytail down to the small of her back.

"Ms. Chen, very nice to see you again," the young redhead said as the driver of the van emerged, her voice echoing in the cavernous space.

"Rae, very nice to see you as well."

Natalie had already made her way to Liz and the other passenger. "Gita, great to see you again!"

A dazzling smile graced the beautiful face as the younger woman greeted the older blonde in an impeccably proper British accent. "Natalie, how delightful to see you!" Gwen stood behind the SUV, feeling the need to stay out of the way of old friends renewing acquaintances. She watched the driver's side door open and was shocked to see a man's ponytailed blonde head appear, rising up and continuing to rise as the body inside the car struggled to free itself from the small vehicle. A mountain of a man, easily six-foot-four and broad-shouldered, finally stood and turned to the group of women on the other side of the car.

"Neal!" Natalie cried, rushing to his side and doing her best to wrap her arms around his tree-trunk like midsection, "So good to see you again!"

"Wonderful to see you, love!"

Natalie hurried back to Gwen. "Gwen, I'd like you to meet Sangita and Neal Harpswell."

The woman smiled and extended her hand. "You're our new model, then. I'm so pleased you could join us. Please, call me Gita."

"Neal," the giant of a man said with a cocky smile. "Noice ta meet ya."

"Gwen." she answered, trying to recover from Neal's surprise appearance. "Nice to meet you both."

"Ladies and gentleman, if you'll follow me," Rae said, leading the way to an elevator, "the staff will bring your things up and you can relax for a while before we get started this evening."

"Mrs. Danning's personal assistant," Natalie murmured to her sister-in-law, nodding towards the woman leading the group. "If she says the word, it gets done."

The elevator ride was short, the door opening on a large open foyer. Rae led them down an oak-paneled hallway to a richly-appointed room, a study or library, Gwen guessed. Two doorways were set in the opposite ends of the far wall, red velvet drapes hanging in them and obscuring the view to what lay behind. A table held food that had surely come straight from the mansion's kitchens, while another held a wide array of drinks. Other tables and chairs had been set up against the walls around her.

"Beer!" Neal laughed and set off towards the table. "Thank Gawd they rememba'd!"

"Is he staying?" Gwen said quietly to her sister-in-law, the prospect of being practically naked in front of a drunken man adding to her rising panic.

Natalie giggled. "Five models. You, me, Liz, Gita, and...Neal."

"Really? He's one of the models?"

"If you were on the other side of the curtain, wouldn't you want to see that? That's where things happen, by the way. Let me show you." Natalie led her sister-in-law across the room and pushed open one of the drapes. On the other side was a mirror image of the room they were standing in, comfortable chairs strewn about the space along with several tables filled with food and drink. "Assigned seating," Natalie said, pointing to the little placards on each of the chairs, "just like the country club dinners back home." The only person in the room at the moment was Cho, setting up a laptop on a small podium that stood in the far corner. Next to her was a sculpture, covered in white cloth. "Mr. and Mrs. Danning had adjoining studies," Natalie explained. "We're changing in Mr. Danning's and the show will be in Mrs. Danning's. Come through here, stand next to Cho while she shows you off, look sexy for a while, come back through the other curtain when it's time to change into the next thing. Simple." Gwen sincerely doubted that.

Gita cleared her throat behind the two women. "I'm terribly sorry, but I couldn't help but overhear your concern over my husband's presence. I would guess you were not aware there he would be here tonight. I understand your concern but please don't be. He's really quite nice, and he will not be a nuisance, you have my guarantee. Once things start, he will be all business, I assure you."

"Yeah, pay me no mind," he said, joining them, a beer in one hand and some sort of meat pastry in the other. "They only had wine last year, and I'm more of a beer guy. No worries—I'm not here to get pissed."

"And once you informed Rae of your preferences, she apologized profusely and made sure you were well taken care of," Gita replied calmly. "Do behave, Neal, I believe you are frightening Gwen."

"No, I'm just surprised, is all," Gwen hurriedly replied. "You're right-I hadn't realized there would be a male model here tonight. Do we change in separate rooms?"

"Nah, all of us right her. I won't look if you won't," Neal said with a wink.

"You'll be too busy to notice," Natalie said calmly. "Besides, Neal has seen plenty of naked women before, right?"

"Plenty, not that I get tired a' lookin'," he assured her. "And most of 'em have seen me starkers, too."

"Neal, stop that," Gita said with a laugh and a slap of his arm. "I promise I have ways to ensure his best behavior."

"Ah Gawd, not that," he grumbled. "Ya nearly pulled it off last year."

The Slut quickly imagined what "it" was and wanted to know more, but the Lady dictated polite conversation. "Do you live nearby?"

"At the moment, yes. We're here doing our postgraduate studies. I'm from England—well, India, really, I was born there. Dad's a loyal subject of the Queen and Mum's from New Delhi. They met there and I was born in Mumbai before they moved to a little village outside of Dover when I was two. Neal and I met at university in England and came to the states to study. And we're here tonight because we're just two poor students who we never pass up a chance to make a little extra spending money."

"And Neal is English, too?"

"Naw, bite yer tongue," he said with a laugh. "I'm from Australia, where the proper Pommy gentlemen sent their bad boys." He paused and gave Gwen another disarming grin. " I c'n see why yer here, Cho's got an eye for beauty. Like this one." He hugged Gita to his massive frame, and she playfully swatted away the paw he had planted on her rear. "You do this much? Model, I mean?"

Gwen blushed at the compliment. "Oh no, I've never done this before...first time. Liz and Natalie put me up to it."

"Well, no need to worry, dear, they'll eat you up! Most important thing is have fun with it! But speakin' of eatin', you ladies better get hurry and get somethin' from the table—they'll probably be calling fer us soon."

The women took his advice and continued to talk while they ate, Gwen careful with her wine intake despite the urge to soothe her jangled nerves, avoiding the sumptuous buffet altogether for fear it might not sit well in her fluttering stomach. Attendants brought in the garment bags, putting them on the tables around the room at Dorothy's direction. The last bag was delivered and the staff withdrew, quietly closing the doors behind them.

"Ladies and gentleman," Dorothy called out as she looked over the top of her glasses. "As normal, you each have your own table. Liz, Natalie, Gwen, Gita, and Neal." She pointed to each station in turn. "We'll also try to keep that order when going out, remember to come on back to change when the person two ahead of you makes their appearance so we can keep things going, but don't come back too early. Let 'em get a good look at what you're showing." Gwen could see Dorothy was focused on her and sensed who the last message was directed at. "Management reserves the right to change the order at any time, so be on your toes. You should find your bags packed in the order we would like you to model the items. Try not to get things mixed up, right Neal?"

"Uhh, yeah, sorry 'bout that."

"You're forgiven." Gwen could hear the rising murmur of voices from the other room and feel her heart begin to race. "Last chance for food, drink and the restroom. We'll be starting shortly, so please begin getting ready."

Gwen delayed as long as she dared, waiting to use the ornate bathroom down the hall until the others had gone both as a precaution and a stall tactic. After taking a deep breath, with a shaky hand she turned the handle to the study door and entered.

The others were already deep into their preparations, Liz stark naked as she reached into her bag, Natalie and Gita still in panties. Neal was down to his boxer shorts, and Gwen could not help but admire the young man's magnificent body. His muscular chest tapered down to six-pack abs, and his skin was smooth and devoid of even a hint of hair. The Lady reminded her it would certainly be awkward to be caught looking at another woman's man and she looked down to study the intricate pattern of the Persian carpet as she hurried to her table. She risked another look around the room once she had unzipped her bag. The others were sorting out their first items, and Neal had his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs. The Slut would not let her look away as with a push, he slid them off. He was hairless down there as well, all the better to display the impressive thing between his legs, she supposed. It was huge, the flaccid pink-tipped length still limp yet hanging down several inches beyond his plum-sized testicles. The Slut suggested it might be longer soft than Tim was hard, and the Lady chastised her for even daring to compare the organ that had been sufficient to produce her two children to that—thing!

"Doing alright?"

She whirled to face the table to her left, a now completely naked Natalie approaching with a glass of wine. Gwen busied herself with the contents of the bag. "Yes, alright," she nodded.

"Here, have a little, but not too much," she said, putting down the glass and leaning in towards her sister-in-law. "Is that a fine cut of meat, or what?" she mumbled under her breath while nodding to the man behind them. Gwen nodded back and pretended to concentrate on the first thing out of the bag. "It gets better," Natalie murmured and returned to her own tasks.

The Slut wanted to know exactly that meant, but Gwen chose not to ask and concentrated on the contents of the now-open bag. She examined the first outfit and breathed a small sigh of relief. It was the forest green camisole and tap pant set she had tried on back at the boutique, a matching robe now part of the ensemble. It was probably the least revealing of the things she had tried on, but at least she got to start with it. Getting down to bare skin and putting it on was the next task...

She faced the wall and undressed, presenting just her bare back and bottom to the others for a short time, wondering if Neal was ogling the others-and herself-as has she had him. As hoped and expected, the camisole and pants were not particularly revealing although loose enough that the right movement could reveal the treasures beneath. The robe would help prevent that, she hoped. Sufficiently covered given the conditions, she turned to face the others.

Around the room, each model had donned outfits that were not particularly revealing, but definitely suggestive. Liz was in a white body stocking and bright red heels, the material not quite see-through but form-fitting enough to almost look like a second skin. Natalie wore a loosely-tied short white robe that gave glimpses of a matching lace bra and panty set underneath, her feet in white pumps. Gita's outfit was stunning, her lower half in loose-fitting gauzy pajama bottoms cuffed at the ankles to make them bloom and billow. The mottled brown and burnt-orange fabric was fairly transparent, enough to show the lines of her toned legs that met at a black G-string. Her top was covered by a half-shirt of the same material, a ring of elastic around the bottom to give it the same blousy appearance as the bottoms while giving her full breasts plenty of freedom underneath. A waist chain adorned with small trinkets hung loosely around her bare midriff. Gwen finally risked a look at Neal. He was dressed again, at least partially so; he wore a pair of dark blue silk pajama bottoms, his manhood forming a very noticeable bulge in the fabric.

From the other room came the voice of Mrs. Danning calling her guests to attention and thanking them for coming. Cho was next, strong and clear, giving them a brief and vague rundown of what they would be seeing tonight, and how they might get these things for themselves or someone they thought might be worthy of them. Gwen took another gulp of wine and waited, fear and anticipation fighting for control. She was going to do it; if the others could show themselves to strangers and enjoy doing it, then so could she.

"So if everyone is comfortable and has a drink, let's begin, shall we?" Cho announced.

Dorothy's laptop dinged softly. She pressed a key before looking up. "Liz, you're on."