Beth is Taken Ch. 02: Beth at the Prom

We were late. Not that either of us minded the reasons why, but we still needed to get a move on.

I left Beth to sort herself out in her bedroom and her own en-suite bathroom while I cleaned myself up and got dressed in the main bathroom. I then turned to go downstairs, calling through her doorway.

"Shout if you need any help, Beth. Although last time I don't think it made us quicker!"

"I will" she giggled back, "although I think I'll change to make things quicker".

I headed downstairs to await her. After what seemed like hours, but was probably only about 30 mins, (which was quick by her standards, if her reputation is anything to go by), she emerged at the top of the stairs.

She was still wearing the same dress and jacket, but she somehow looked different. For a start, her face was glowing with freshness and radiance. Her hair was tied up with a black ribbon with tendrils that dangled down on either side of her face. Her legs were clad in black nylon and I wondered what she had actually changed. Nevertheless, she looked ravishing. She glided down the stairs to come to a stand in front of me, beaming gently up into my face. She had fixed her hair and make-up and the only thing missing was the pendant.

"Kind Sir, would you do me the honour?" she mockingly asked, holding it out to me. I gladly accepted and moved behind her, peeking over her shoulder down at her lovely cleavage that looked somehow a different shape from before. Softer and lacier? I quickly fixed her pendant in place, just holding her briefly and kissing her neck gently for an instant before snapping out of it and springing to the front door to open it, breaking the spell. I put on my chauffeur's cap and escorted her to my black Daimler, opening the door and doffing my cap to her, for appearance' sake.

On the drive to the prom, during which I could see her smiling at me in the mirror, I talked about how we should conduct ourselves.

"You must act as the aristocratic mistress of the household, and I am merely the chauffeur" I explained. "No affection. No equality, just polite authority over me" I continued. Beth wasn't sure she could easily comply but agreed to give the role play a try. "This way all your friends, many of whom will have come via limousine, will be jealous." This sounded delicious to her. "Also, if we are not familiar with each other, it'll help allay any suspicions about you and I being so late." She considered this and thought that I was right to consider that as well.

As we arrived at the big hotel, a couple of posh looking cars were just leaving, having disgorged their giggling cargo at the front door. When my big black Daimler purred into position, many eyes were on it. I had told Beth that she must strictly wait for me to open the door, so the suspension was mounting as this "private, uniformed chauffeur" moved sharply around to the passenger side to open the door for this unknown guest.

I flourished the door open and stood smartly to attention (keeping a straight face) as Beth held her head high and swished elegantly out into the night air, trying to ignore me. Several flashes went off as people took snaps of my beautiful passenger alighting, and many of Beth's friends gasped as they recognised her emerging; exactly the effect I had hoped for.

I doffed my cap to her smartly. "If you need anything else Miss Bethany, please let me know" I offered politely.

"I will Jenkins" she smiled at me, not missing a beat and I think quite enjoying the role. "But that will be all for now, thank you".

As she moved pass me to join her still aghast friends, they caught me replying "Very good Miss, I'll attend to the car, and stand by. Have a good evening Miss Bethany."

"I already have" I thought she breathed as she moved away from me.

I stood to attention just long enough to see her safely away from the car. She was serenely talking to her excited friends who wanted to know if I really was her chauffeur or not. Several of the girls were eyeing me up in admiration. The rest didn't know what to think. I played my part and shut the door before going around to move the car to the car park. As I moved off, I glimpsed Beth giving me a quick smile as she and her entourage moved into the building.

I parked the car and then moved back to the hotel, intending to find a quiet corner in which to sip a non-alcoholic drink, while Beth partied. I would then be on hand at the end of the evening to take her home. I didn't really need to hang around, but I didn't have anything better to do, and I thought if she needed me, then I could be there quickly.

I found a less busy bar to the side of the main ballroom where the band was in full swing. I continued to play the part of chauffeur with the barman, insisting that I was still on duty and drinking only soft drinks. We got into casual conversation as he served the students. I could see the final year students, in groups chatting, laughing, some dancing. Once or twice I caught a glimpse of my charge. She still looked elegantly serene in her lovely black outfit. Her jewellery and eyes sparkled, especially when she smiled.

A little while later, one of Beth's girlfriends spotted me when she came to get a round of drinks. She went back to the group, taking some of the drinks with her, to talk to Beth, and I could see them indicating me in the conversation. Beth gestured me over, and I put down my drink and walked over to them.

"Yes Miss Bethany? Do you need anything?" I asked politely.

Beth grinned. "Jenkins, my friends were just wondering whether you were really my chauffeur or not. Perhaps you could confirm to them."

I kept a straight face. "Certainly Miss." I addressed the collected group of five or six girls, some quite attractive, but none could hold a candle to Beth. "I am in the employ of Miss Bethany's father. I have worked for the family for a number of months now. While I am principally his chauffeur, I do perform other tasks for the family, as they request."

One of Beth's more forward friends, an attractive blonde in an expensive burgundy dress piped up. "So, you have to do what Beth tells you then?" she asked with a mischievous look.

"Within reason, yes" I replied.

"Oh, this could be fun!" she said to Beth. "Beth, ask him to fetch the rest of our drinks for me." Beth wasn't so sure about this, but decided to see if I would play along this far, so turned to me.

"Jenkins. Would you mind assisting Carla in fetching the drinks please?" I decided to play along.

"With pleasure Miss."

As I turned and moved off to get the drinks, Carla squealed with delight "Oh yes! Does he have to call you 'Miss' all the time Beth?" Beth was not sure whether I was going to play along until I started coming back with the drinks, so decided to enjoy the moment.

"Most of the time, and in public he does" she said "although I don't mind if he addresses me more informally sometimes".

"He's gorgeous" another friend blurted out. The others seemed to agree.

"What else can we get him to do?" they asked.

"Remember, he will only do what Beth asks him to do" reminded Carla.

Once I had returned and distributed all the drinks, I asked Beth "Will that be all, Miss?"

Immediately Carla whispered into Beth's ear and she opened her mouth in surprise, although I suspect she was acting. She turned to me.

"Actually, there is something, Jenkins. Carla has reminded me that no-one has asked me to dance yet. Would you do the honours?" Carla was giggling under the presumption that I would be embarrassed and would refuse.

However, I replied "It would be an honour and my pleasure Miss Bethany" I said, giving her a quick bow. I took off my cap and held it towards Carla. "Would you mind holding my cap for me please, Miss?"

Carla was delighted to look after it for me before I offered my arm to Beth. She gave a triumphant smile at her friends and especially Carla as she accepted my offered arm, and we moved off to the dance floor, leaving gaping mouths on envious girls.

The first piece was a medium speed pop ballad and I held Beth in a gentle ballroom hold, with one arm across her shoulders and the other holding her hand out. She didn't stop grinning for the whole song as we moved amongst the throng. Beth's friends were watching on.

Then the band hit a slow and sensual number. Naturally I place my arm around her waist and drew her closer to me. Her grin changed to a soft smile as she closed her eyes and leant into me. We moved together, elegantly, swaying and stepping in time with each other and the music. I could feel her body touching mine, her hips brushing into me and her breasts grazing across my jacketed chest. I looked down at Beth in my arms, with love, not knowing how appropriate this contact in public actually was.

Meanwhile, unknown to us, Carla had gone off to the hotel reception and talked to the receptionist about something. When the song ended, we took a moment to look into each other's eyes before breaking the hold and I walked behind Beth, watching her shapely bottom sway as we returned to her friends.

Carla had rejoined them but didn't seem to have my cap with her, and immediately took Beth aside and began frantically whispering into her ear. Quite quickly, Beth gasped in shock as to what Carla was saying and kept glancing in my direction. After a while, it seemed that Carla had talked her round and she addressed me formally.

"Thank you for the dance, Jenkins. That will be all for now, but I may send for you later."

"Very good Miss. It was my pleasure." I replied, nodded in respect and moved back to the bar. The rest of Beth's friends crowded round her, wanting the story of the dance. But Carla stood back from the conversation, smiling knowingly.

I kept out of the way for a while, sipping my drinks and chatting with the bartender when he wasn't busy. The girls had moved on and I couldn't see where they were. It was getting quite late when Carla reappeared, alone, slinking up alongside me in the dimly lit bar.

"You still here?" she commented.

"It's my job. I'll wait until Miss Bethany needs me again." I replied.

"I think she needs you now" Carla said with a naughty smile. I didn't know what she meant so I put down my glass and checked my phone for a message from Beth.

"She hasn't sent me a message to take her home" I told Carla.

"No, she wouldn't" Carla mused enigmatically. "But she does want you to take her." I missed the double meaning and asked if she knew where Miss Bethany was or indeed where my hat was.

"Come with me. I'll show where they both are". She took my hand and led me through into the lobby and up the main staircase to the first floor. We were moving away from the party and I was starting to get suspicious of her intentions. She led me along a corridor and up to one of the bedroom doors. She produced a large key and unlocked the door, pushing it half open.

"They're both in there" she explained and turning me to the door, pushed me forward and into the room. Luckily, as I brushed past the edge of the door, I had the presence of mind to slip the key from the keyhole. I found myself standing just inside a dimly lit bedroom. The large, four poster bed was to the left and there were some sofas to the right. Carla pulled the door closed behind me with a click.

But what grabbed my attention was the vision before me. A beautiful girl stood in front of one of the posts at the foot of the bed. She was clad all in black. Her slim feet were in black high heels, tilted up to display her shapely legs. These were clad in black lace top hold up stockings. The centrepiece was a beautiful black satin and lace teddy, held up with thin shoulder straps, cut high in the legs, showing off lots of thigh and hip. The front was underwired and scooped low to show off a good cleavage. It was very sexy. Her dark brown hair was done up nicely with strands over the sides of her face. She was meekly looking down at my feet, her hands demurely behind her back.

It was Beth! And perched on her head was my cap!

I couldn't move for a minute, my jaw dropping. She looked like something from a wet dream in the dim light. She didn't speak or move, waiting for me to take the next step. Finally, I snapped out of my shock, turned and locked the door, leaving the key half-turned in the lock. I moved towards my charge, surveying her lovely body in its sexy underwear.

I walked right up to her and looked down at her. Beth was trembling slightly and breathing quickly as I stood tantalisingly close to her semi-clad body. She kept her hands behind her. Then I reached up and took the cap off her head so that I could see her better. She looked up at me as I tossed the hat onto the floor. The air felt charged with tension.

I placed my hands on her neck and leant forward to kiss her softly and gently on her slightly parted lips. She sighed as I moved my hands down onto her shoulders, passing over the narrow shoulder straps of her teddy, and down her arms. As I followed her arms down and behind her, bringing my chest closer to her heaving bosom, I discovered that the reason she was stood there and not moving, was that her hands were tied together behind the post.

"Did Carla put you up to this?" I asked softly.

"'Ess" she replied quietly. She was definitely trembling from my proximity. I took advantage of her vulnerability. I stroked my hands up and down her sides, squeezing in at her narrow waist and slipping lower to toy with the black lace at her hips where the teddy ended. I stroked down over her rounded hips until I touched the lace of her stockings. My hands went down the outside of her legs a little, then I slid them all the way back up her curvy body until they rested just either side of her lovely breasts.

I kept my hands there as I knelt down in front of her, bringing my face level with her cleavage before my lips came down and kissed one side then the other, making her part her lips and put her head back as my hands moved across to gently cup her breasts. I gently squeezed and stroked the lacy satin around the curves of her breasts, while my lips brushed her exposed cleavage alternating between one side and the other.

She gasped as my thumbs brushed over the shapes of her nipples and I could feel them start to stiffen under my touch. I held her breasts firmly in my warm palms and squeezed them up towards my lips. My lips dropped to capture the stiffened bud of her right nipple and squeezed it through the satin, making her sigh quietly.

While my lips continued to fondle her breasts and nipples through the lace teddy, my hands slid down to her waist, then around to her back, sliding over her hips and holding her steady as I explored her breasts with my mouth.

My hands smoothed down to her pert bottom and I stroked and squeezed the soft globes of her partially exposed butt. The lace teddy was high over her cheeks and delved deep between them in a narrow strip, exposing her taught young flesh to my fondling. I moulded her butt cheeks more firmly, massaging them, while I played with her nipples with my lips, and nuzzled my nose in her nice warm cleavage. Beth was powerless to stop me, but she didn't even protest.

I knelt back as my lips kissed further down her front, leaving her breasts heaving above me. She was panting a little as my lips crept down her front. I held her hips and rocked her pelvis forward, thrusting her crotch towards me and bringing the gentle curve of her satin covered pudenda within range of my mouth. I kissed my way down the front of the teddy, over her abdomen, over her soft hairless mons and then gently kissed the top of her crack as the curve delved down to disappear between her legs.

She gasped and closed her eyes, tilting her head back. I started kissing the satin around her pudenda, my hand returning to hold and squeeze her bottom, presenting her pussy to me to be kissed gently. My tongue darted out and fondled up and down her front, pressing the flimsy material of the teddy into her groove, making her camel toe visible. She stood there, eyes closed, trembling as I molested her down there.

My tongue stiffened and stroked up and down her pussy through the thin satin, pushing down between her legs, then pressing into her as I drew it up her groove until I reached the top where I circulated it, pushing into her to seek her clit. She was breathing faster now, still with her eyes closed and her lips parted. I looked up at her pretty face as I used my tongue to tease her pussy through the thin material, my hands kneading her buttocks.

Just as I was getting to her and I could taste her gusset moistening under the pressure of my tongue, there was a bump at the door and sounds of a scuffle and someone trying the handle and lock. This brought us both back to reality and I stood up quickly to stand next to her, watching the door. Beth was nervous and confessed that she thought that Carla intended to burst in and catch her with the chauffeur in a compromising position.

I assured her that I had taken care of that; not only had I locked the door, but I had left the key half turned in the lock and so no-one else could get in now, even if they had another key. After a while the commotion abated and the people outside had obviously given up and departed.

I returned my attention to Beth who had now stood for quite some time. I went around to behind her and untied her wrists from behind the post, retaining the sash cord that had been used. I drew her away from the post and took her in my arms, tenderly cupping her face with one hand. She melted into my gentle embrace and we kissed deeply, our tongues toying with each others'.

Then I shrugged off my jacket and kicked off my shoes and directed her to the bottom of the bed. I got onto the bed on my knees, and Beth slipped off her shoes and followed suit until we knelt facing each other on the bed.

My arms went to her waist as I shuffled towards her. She placed her arms up in front of her, placing them on my chest. I drew her to me, and her face lifted as we kissed. My arms went around her shapely body to her bottom and shoulders, and as we kissed, I squeezed her soft body to me. Her arms slipped from between us to go around my back as I firmly but gentry pressed her torso against mine, squashing her yielding breasts against my chest.

I could feel the shapes of her nipples puckered and erect, pressing against me. My hand firmly held her bottom against me and she would have been able to feel my growing bulge in my trousers, pressing firmly into the swell of her teddy between her legs. I held the back of her head steady as I snogged her firmly, grinding myself into her soft body and making her moan.

As she ran out of air, I drew back from her, breaking the kiss and she gasped in air, her breasts heaving delightfully. I angled her towards the top of the bed, then pushed her over. With a squeal, she landed on her front, cushioned by her hands, and shuffled up a way, wiggling her bottom as she went, until her head was on the pillow. Her shapely bottom, partly exposed either side of the lace teddy was now presented to me.

I straddled her stocking-clad legs and settled myself over her. Her arms lay at her sides. I leant forward and started stroking and massaging her shoulders and back. She sighed and closed her eyes, her head to the side as I rubbed her body, stroking down to the scooped back of the teddy and over the satin to squeeze down her back and sides. My hands rubbed up and down her, moving to the sides and firmly stroking up and down the sides of her breasts, making her moan under the pleasant feeling.

My hands moved lower and soon were firmly rubbing and massaging her bottom. She wriggled it and stuck it out playfully towards me as I kneaded the smooth round globes for a while.

Then, remembering what she had said earlier in the evening, my hands closed around her slender wrists and I drew them across her back. She asked what I was doing, but I just tied her wrists together, crossed behind her back, rendering her helpless under me. I went back to massaging her bottom, slipping my hands under the lace-edged satin.