Crystal And Lisha: On Vacation

We had a nice meal and we laughed and talked freely. The prior alcohol no doubt loosened our lips. We had a young waiter, Sergio. He had to be 18, 19 tops. He was a skinny kid, with jet black hair. His chest had just a few strands of hair, he had on one of those chest revealing shirts. I wanted to giggle, when I thought of John's hairy, muscular, masculine chest in comparison. I saw Lisha eyeing me nervously as the dinner went on. I played along. I made sure Sergio as well as Marcos, the owner, and I'm guessing, his father, got more and more glimpses down Lisha's ample cleavage. The mom was there, so the guys were furtive in their glances for the most part, though they ogled freely when she was out of the room. I was personally disappointed, selfishly, that our waitperson wasn't Rosalie, a beautiful brown haired girl who I found out later was Sergio's cousin. She had smoldering brown eyes and she was showing a sexy swell of cleavage. I saw her watching us and I thought I saw her smiling a few times. She was probably Lish's age, or a year or two older. She had an air of seductive experience. This was about Lisha for now though. I made her take off her panties in the restroom. She had on a nice short skirt. I knew if she turned just right the guys would get a nice view. I had her turn that "just right," on several occasions just to make sure. Then, I just enjoyed the sexual play as it unfolded before me.

Finally it was time for the bill. I saw Lisha wince as I grabbed it and looked at the total disapprovingly. I leaned over and whispered to her, "I hope you are good for this," in a playfully menacing way.

"I am, ma'am, I am," she said excitedly. "But how? I mean, here? With whom?"

I had no plan for this, I was just about to smile and let her off the hook when she gave me a strange look. She leaned over to me and whispered. "I have an idea ma'am. If you approve..."

I just told her, "go ahead."

"Let me have your camera," she hissed excitedly.

I handed it to her. She stood up, smoothed her skirt and said, " I'll be right back." I saw her walk towards Sergio. She said something to him and walked past, out the front door.

I saw Sergio look around nervously. He waited until he said something to his father and Rosalie. I saw his father grunt and nod. Sergio then headed out the front door. Rosalie waited on me attentively while they were gone. She must've tried to refill my water glass a half dozen times, each time making eye contact. I saw something in them that I recognized. It was nearly 10 minutes before he came back in. I could see lust in his eyes. He was sweating, I'm sure his heart was racing, I could hear a pant in his breathing. Lisha walked in a minute later. She sat down with a grin.

"What did you do, slut?" I asked with a grin.

"I just wanted to make sure the meal was taken care of," she giggled. When she saw I wanted details she just pushed the camera towards me. I clicked on the gallery. I saw her facing the camera with a smile. The next picture I saw her opening her top. Then, I saw her tits. He had taken pictures of my slut. I saw her topless, holding her tits for him. I then saw her lift her skirt, revealing her bare ass. Then, I saw her bending over our car, her ass out invitingly. Then, I saw her on the hood of our car, her legs spread, her pretty little pussy in full view for him. I saw a couple pictures of her playing with herself. Then, just a couple more pictures. One was of Lisha on her knees on the ground, looking up at the camera. The next was of her with a cock in her mouth. The last one she was on her knees still, wiping a copious amount of cum off her face. That was it. I put down the camera and smiled.

"Wow," I said.

"He really liked seeing your slut naked," she grinned.

I liked it. She could see my satisfaction with her act. I wanted to embarrass her a bit more though, the girl gets off on the stuff. I asked for a piece of note paper. Sergio returned with it in a flash. I asked for his email address. When he asked why, I said, "So I can send you her pictures, of course!"

I saw both of them blush a fire red. He babbled out his address and I grinned while I watched Lisha slump, embarrassed, in her chair. We left on that note. I saw both Sergio and Rosalie waving goodbye to us. I swear I saw Rosalie wink at me. I had a feeling about her and I was thinking I was right. I wasn't going to leave it at that, though, we did have a whole week there.

We returned to our room. We had an upstairs room that had a patio that had a nice view of the ocean. We sat out under the stars sipping some more of our drinks. I made sure we didn't' overdo it and spoil our fun. Lisha is a horny drinker though, I knew it was having an effect on her. The alcohol along with the two latest near misses I'm sure had her in a fine state of arousal. I could see it in her eyes. She had on bikini top and a very tight pair of shorts. I knew it was time to push it a little, as I'd planned.

"Honey, go down to the office and get us some entertainment brochures," I said. "Also, ask Hank how much he's charging us this time," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. I noticed she had her phone with her. She shrugged, she was used to doing my bidding by now. I saw her bounce wonderfully out the door. "Such a sexy thing," I muttered to myself. I wondered how I'd managed to keep my hands and tongue off her so far.

I saw her disappear into the office. I waited a few moments. Then, I called her on her phone.

"Honey? How much is it?" I asked her. She told me. "Oh wow, that's a lot," I whined, even though I had more money than I'd ever need now. I knew she sensed something was up. I let her know what it was. "See if you can negotiate it down any," I giggled as I hung up.

I really didn't know what to expect. Hank is an old guy, probably in his late 70s, maybe. I didn't have any idea what he'd do, I just knew it would embarrass her, and in turn, how much that would turn her on for me later.

She returned quickly, too quickly, I thought. She saw my questioning look. She said, "he wants me to be a maid!" She pouted. She saw me arch my eyebrow. "He said he'll let us stay for free, but I have to clean the rooms, all of them, the whole week!"

I laughed. She stuck her lip out in dejection. "Well, if that's what it takes," I giggled. I thought the humiliation of something like that might do her good. I also knew that there had to be more to it, it just needed tweaking. She gave me the answer when I asked her if that was it.

"He wants to make sure I do it right, first," she said mockingly. "He's going to inspect the rooms after I do them."

I chuckled. I had an idea to go along with that plan. "So, you didn't offer him any other alternative?" I wondered.

"Um, no, I did try to tease him, I showed him a lot of cleavage but other than look he didn't respond when I said, "Is there anything I can do, other than clean?"

"Hmm," I said, stroking my chin. Ideas were coming to me now. I needed some time alone. I saw Jeff and Todd, the guys from earlier, hanging out at the pool drinking beer. I told her to put on the white bikini and go to the hot tub. I know she loves the hot tub, it's like an aphrodisiac to her. That, along with the teasing and the alcohol, should have her ready for anything.

I took the car and headed into town. I found a costume shop since it was just a month before Halloween. I found what I needed. I drove past the Mexican place on the way back. I looked in and smiled. I had a good feeling about that place.

I took my time returning to the pool area. I put away the outfit I'd bought for Lisha and went out to relax on the patio. I could see the pool and hot tub below. Jeff and Todd had their chairs in close, talking to Lisha, who was sweating from the tub's heat (as well as her own, no doubt). I'd given her no particular instructions. I finally went and rescued her. I took her to bed and we lovingly brought each other off with our tongues. We needed it to take off the edge we were both feeling. I had been feeling extra horny since the restaurant for some reason.

The next morning Lisha was up early, she had work to do, after all. I just chuckled when I saw her getting ready. She was clearly pouting. As she was about to dress I stopped her. I retrieved the outfit from the dresser. She gasped when she saw it. It was a maid's uniform, the Halloween "sexy maid" version. It had a short, ruffly black skirt, a matching top with a plunging neckline. It also had the frilly white panties, meant to stick out from under the skirt. It had matching white ruffles down the neckline, wonderfully outlining the cleavage. She put it on whining the whole time.

I told her she had to match the part. I know she loves submission but she's slightly less willing if she doesn't see it leading anywhere. I let her know I had her best interests at heart. With that, she shuffled off to "work". I'd gone and talked to Hank before I'd gone into town to buy her outfit. I told him what I'd had in mind. He was all for it.

I saw her going from room to room, her panties clearly visible under the skirt and her tits revealed nicely. The motel probably only had three or four other units occupied, but it would be enough to embarrass her, as she had to knock at each one. I could see the horror in her face when Jeff and Todd answered their door. She must've asked them if they wanted her to come back but by their reaction I could see they clearly didn't want that. I saw her disappear into their room in that outfit. Naturally, that was my hope all along.

Again, with no particular instruction, I knew that her being left in the dark about what to say, do, or allow, would drive her crazy. I waited ten minutes, then I called her.

"Yes, ma'am?" she said, sounding relieved to hear my voice.

"How is everything going, Fifi?" I chuckled.

She said in a hushed tone, "Oh god, mistress, I feel like the fattest cow in the slaughterhouse and the guys are the butchers. I can feel their eyes burning a hole in my outfit, I might as well be naked."

"You better be careful or you just may be," I chuckled.

I could tell she was waiting for word, any word, on what she was expected to do. "Keep doing your job," I said. "But, before you leave that room I want them both to have seen as much tit as they can, you understand me, right?"

"Yes, ma'am," she said quietly. "I can bend over and from the side they'll see pretty much everything."

"Exactly, do it more than once, to be sure they see my slut's tits," I bade.

"Yes, ma'am," she choked.

"Also, I know those panties are a bit tight, make sure you bend over and let them see your ass that way."

I heard her stifle a moan. "Make sure you do it twice, again, just to be sure."

"Yes, ma'am," she whispered.

I hung up. She left their room a few minutes later. It only took her about two hours total to clean the occupied rooms. Then, as Hank and I agreed, he met her at the first one. It was time for the inspection.

I went along for the giggles. Hank looked under the bed and smirked. "Did you even look under here?" He asked. She blushed. I made her get on her knees to look. This made her skirt ride up ridiculously on her ass, exposing most of her panty clad ass. It also let Hank, who was behind and to the side, see some of her fantastic cleavage spilling out. He repeated the process in every room. With each flaw he found we made sure she was splayed out in some fashion while he chided her for her ineptness. Finally, in the last room I found a good opportunity. She'd forgotten to clean the toilet. As she stood there with her eyes lowered he scolded her for being so forgetful. I went to sit on the edge of the bed. I crooked my finger at her to approach. I saw her gulp. I almost laughed but I kept my stern look.

"Come here, young lady." I made her come to me and had her lay across my lap. I saw Hank's eyes open with interest. I'm sure it had to be quite a sight. Me, barely twenty two, taking another young woman only two years older, over my knee for a good old fashioned spanking.

"Oh god, mistress," she groaned softly.

"Hush. Now Hank, how many spanks do you think that deserves?" I asked.

I saw him gulp and adjust his tie. "Um, five?" He said with some discomfort.

I nodded my head, "no". "No, this silly slut won't even feel five," I said to her humiliation. "It needs to be at least twenty." I heard her gasp at the same time I felt her hips wiggle.

I added, to her embarrassment, "it also needs to be bare or I might as well not even do it," I scoffed. With that I jerked her panties down over her luscious ass. She started to whine but I stifled it quickly with a sharp slap to her backside. She groaned. I made her count them out.

"One," she squealed. "Two, ow ow," she said as I increased the intensity. "Three...ooo ooo...four," she panted. I saw Hank sweating profusely while not even winking his eyes for fear of missing any of it. When I got to ten her ass was warm and reddened nicely. I paused.

I motioned for Hank to approach. He bounded up to me like a happy puppy.

"I think you need to do the last ten," I said. He needed no further encouragement.

I made her count out his swats too and she was wiggling and squirming on my lap the whole time. I made sure he wasn't too reluctant by encouraging him to slap her harder if I didn't think it was resounding enough. The slaps, her cries, and her counts were the only sounds in the room. When he finished she was sobbing softly. I made her get up.

"Apologize to him properly and make sure it doesn't happen again," I scolded her.

She knelt in front of him submissively. I should never be surprised at how natural this is for her but she still surprises me at times. She bent over, her bare ass red and still uncovered. She put her head on his shoe and held his pant leg with her hands.

"I'm sorry, sir," she sobbed softly. "I'll do better next time, I promise."

"And if you don't?" I urged, hoping for more humiliation for her. She gave it.

"If I don't I want you to spank me again, harder, longer if want. If I really screw up maybe you'll want to use your belt on me."

I saw the shock in his eyes. I nodded to him. He understood.

"That's right, young lady, I'll stripe that ass hard next time," he grunted.

I raised her up and led her out. I turned to Hank. "Do you like the uniform?"

He nodded enthusiastically.

"I was thinking it works," I mused. "But I'm not sure about this," I said, pointing to her top. I ripped it down the middle, where the cleavage material had ended. It opened it up just as I wanted. It would barely contain them now. "Good," I grinned. She turned a different shade of red. Hank just beamed. "One more change, if it is ok with you, Hank," I said. I reached under her skirt and took a fistful of her frilly panties. I heard her gasp. I decided there was too much material to just rip off so I had her shimmy out of them while Hank looked on. He obviously approved. I said, "I'll make sure this particular outfit will be for male tenants only."

She stood there with her tits hanging out and her skirt a few inches above the bottom of her ass cheeks. Her face was now as red as her ass was. Hank grinned. He approved.

She was hot, horny, lustful and this latest thing had pushed her deeper. God, I loved it when she got this way. I could've gotten her off at that point by just shoving my fingers into her in that doorway, with Hank leering. That's all it would've taken, I'm sure of it. I wanted more for her though, the teasing was just the foreplay.

We walked down the beach for the next few hours and laid around. I could see some redness of her ass poking out from under the shorts I allowed her to wear. It got some looks. She blushed every time she noticed it. I was thinking of what was next as we strolled the beach. I thought of Hank, Jeff and Todd, and the restaurant. I decided to go back to the Mexican place, I just had a good vibe about it.

When we got there we noticed that only the dad and Rosalie were working. The place was quiet, it was a week night. I could see disappointment in Lish's face. God love her, the slut was hoping for more cock. Just seeing her state of current horniness made me want to just turn the car around and take her back to the motel and punish each other's clits all night. I'm glad I didn't. Rosalie waited on us. She was perky. She smiled at me every time she waited on us.

Lish went to the bathroom and immediately Rosalie approached my table. She dropped a folded up napkin on my table. She walked away before I opened it. It read, "I don't think I'm wrong about you, if I'm not call me xxx-xxxx."

I smiled. "This was getting more interesting." Lisa came back, I secretly showed her the note. We do not keep secrets. She gave me a pouty face. I could see some jealousy. I said, "don't worry, if I can't make it interesting and wonderful for you too, then nothing will happen."

She said, "Ma'am, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me, if you want something then you need to have it too. That's what you do for me."

I kissed her on the forehead. "I'm hoping we both get what we want for each other," I said. The matter of the bill came up. It was sitting on our table. Lisha looked at me nervously. I smiled. I loved having her squirm.

"Go outside," I whispered. "Give me a minute with Rosalie."

She pouted again but walked out. Rosalie was at the table in a flash.

"What's this about?" I asked, motioning towards the napkin.

She sat next to me. "I just keep getting this vibe from you," she said sweetly. "If I'm wrong then I'm sorry but you just seem...interested."

I just nodded slightly. She continued, "now, your girlfriend there, I don't get. I know all about her and Sergio. I mean, the boy just can't stop blabbing about it. I'm sure his dad knows too. But you seem...different...different in my way."

"I'm different, all right," I laughed. She needed some explanation but I knew how odd and complex my relationships are, with Lish, her brother. I summed it up this way for her. "It's like this," I said. "She loves cock, we love each other."

This amused her. "Wow," she giggled. "So does this leave me out, wanting? I have to say, you have to be one of the most beautiful creatures I've ever seen. Your hair is gorgeous, your face is perfect, and your skin...." she said lustily.

I'm sure I blushed. "Thank you, you are totally hot yourself," I said, trying to maintain composure. "It doesn't leave you out at all," I said. "If you are willing to allow that her and I are a couple and that that will not change."

"I'll take what I can get," she grinned lasciviously. She was eyeing my cleavage. I felt my pussy starting to get wet. "But, what about her?" She asked.

"She will do what I ask her to. Believe me, she will. You'd be surprised at what she will do," I said quickly. I wanted to wrap this up before Lish came back.

"I think I got that vibe too," she purred. "Is she like submissive to you or something?"

"Yes, completely," I said proudly. I loved Lish more at that moment than ever. "Tell you what. I'm staying at the motel down the street, the place with the red bushes out front. I'm in room 9. If you want to come by later we can hang out by the pool, have some drinks, relax."

"I can't tonight, hon" she said dejectedly. "I've got to drive Marcos home and some other stuff. Can we do it tomorrow?"

I said we could, I was on vacation after all.

"I'm hoping we can do more than relax though," she purred seductively in my ear. It made me squirm in my seat. She came back a second later. "I just had a thought. I know about her and Sergio, and about why she did it. You made her do it for the bill, at least that's what he said."

I nodded. She continued, "if you want, I can see if papa Marcos wants to work out a "deal". I know for a fact that man could use a good blowjob," she giggled.