Life At Islands Estates Ch. 09

I turned back into my room and poured myself a cup of coffee. I sat on the edge of the bed and marveled at the incredible events that had taken place in my life over the past year. I had been virtually cherry one day, and then, completely absorbed in a whirlwind of wild, perverted and incestuous sexual madness the next. Most of the wanton women in my life were much older than I and each of them exhibited completely different wants and needs. The only common denominator seemed to be my hard cock. Hoo-Ray for me! I never want it to change.

I sipped on the coffee and listened to the grunting from the next room. I walked to the door, and looked in. Lisa was evidently in the shower. The twin boys were on the bed, in a sixty-nine position, voraciously sucking the cock of his brother. I had never been interested in sex with another male myself, but there was something totally carnal about watching these two young men engaging in oral sex. I watched as each boy emptied his seed into his brother's hungry mouth.

I looked up toward the bathroom door and saw that Lisa had also witnessed the twins sucking cock on the bed. She smiled at me and winked. I shook my head no and she smiled again and retreated into the bathroom.

I pulled on a pair of khaki slacks and walked barefoot across the marble floors into the kitchen. Rita was busy at the sink preparing vegetables for the upcoming evening's meal. She brightened like a new penny when she saw me enter her realm.

"Good morning, Mr. Ellis," she beamed.

I stepped over very close to the red haired beauty and said in a soft voice, "Cool will do nicely, Princess. Mr. Ellis is Dianne and my father's moniker. When he passes away, then you can call me Mr. Ellis. Deal?"

"Oh, yes sir," she hastened.

"Try it now, Sweetie. Say Cool," I said.

She giggled and said, "Cool."

"Very good. You're a quick learner," I kidded her.

She blushed a deep crimson and smiled showing gorgeous white teeth.

"How'd you happen on the job with Dianne?" I asked.

"Well, the boys started here first, down in the shipping department, and when Dianne invited them to work in the house, Cory asked if she wanted a housemaid. I interviewed and Dianne hired me on the spot. The boys are a little strange. But, I guess I am too. We love working for your sister. She has an insatiable appetite for exotic sexual fantasies and the boys live out her every dream for her. I help sometimes and she's so good to me. I have just scads of expensive clothes and the sexy lingerie never quits coming," she explained.

"As beautiful as you are, you should be a model," I said.

"Oh, I do. I model for Dianne's catalogs all the time. I really don't like displaying myself for the customers though. Some of them are lecherous old men and nasty lesbo's. They give me the creeps. Dianne has a constant stream of them coming through downstairs and the other girls dress in the lingerie all day and on into the night to impress them when they come to buy for their stores. She even has the women in the catalogue department wear negligees and sexy stuff when they work. The guys wear silky boxers and nut huggers and like that," Rita continued.

"I go down there sometimes and help and you see the guys with big hard peckers and the girls have wet crotches in their panties. But everybody loves working here. The pay is great and you get to keep lots of sexy clothes. The women are getting plenty of fucking from the men and if you want to be left alone, all you have to do is tell Dianne and she puts you off limits. It's all kind of on the honor system, but it works. It gets a little drafty in the winter, but the new building next door will be more insulated and the packing and display rooms will be over there and the shipping and receiving will remain in this building. Wait until you see the layout, it's awesome," she concluded.

I was eager for a guided tour but Rita told me she had strict orders to wait until Dianne could join us before we toured the building. I helped myself to a cup of coffee and Rita showed me where to find bagels and cream cheese to tide me over 'til supper. I learned it was past two in the afternoon. We had slept the morning away.

Rita was gliding around the kitchen in a shimmering black caftan, which covered her from her neck to her ankles. Her hard nipples made pinpoint protrusions on the front as she bustled about her duties in the kitchen.

Dianne suddenly appeared, out of nowhere, announcing that she was ready to show Lisa and I her empire. Rita quickly exited the room and returned with a glowing Lisa.

"Dianne, Sweetie," she breathed. "Your boys have just made me feel so good. They gave me a bath and fashioned my hair and these clothes are sensational. I love you, Darling."

Lisa was adorned in red satin. Her bra, panties, garter and hose along with a floor length flowing negligee were all of the same crimson hue. Her nails, lips and eyes had been immaculately attended to and her hair was flawless. Dianne was similarly dressed in cobalt blue, with a diamond choker and long diamond earrings. Each woman wore high heels of the same satin shade as their lingerie.

"Women have all the luck," I complained. "That stuff feels so good rubbing against your skin. I'd have a hard-on all day if I wore it."

The three beauties giggled at my remark. Dianne took me by the hand and led me down the hall to my bedroom and opened the closet. The racks were hung wall to wall with shirts, slacks, jackets and other items of men's clothing.

"All silk, your size, all for you, enjoy the gift," Dianne drawled reaching into the closet and selecting a pair of silk pants with soft flowing legs and a matching Nehru jacket to match. She produced a pair of matching silk socks and soft leather loafers from the dresser and closet.

She helped me dress and we returned to the kitchen. Lisa was enjoying a bagel and Dianne spoke briefly to Rita regarding dinner and we were away to tour the offices and facilities of 'Dianne's Exotic Creations of NYC'.

A small private elevator took us down to the main floor of the building and deposited us in Dianne's Private suite of offices. These rooms were also decorated in the same dark stone and mirrored motif as her apartment. Her office opened into a larger office staffed by fourteen secretaries of all descriptions and sizes. Each woman wore some sort of erotic lingerie, which gave the whole scene a surreal atmosphere. Incense burned and everyone was engrossed in the task to which they had been assigned and the place was abuzz with activity. Dianne introduced us to each of her girls and all seemed to be of very high caliber and dedicated to Dianne and the business.

"They've all been with me for years and we're just like a family. I've helped them all through hard times and good and for that, they give me one hundred and ten percent loyalty." Dianne explained as we stepped out of the outer office into a large reception area teeming with activity. We stood to the rear of the room and watched as several girls and handsome young men, all dressed in the latest exotic under-things worked with a roomful of interested buyers, showing them many samples of the fashions for sale and also writing orders to be shipped overland or picked up later at the will call desk. It seemed like a very confusing operation but Dianne assured me that all of her people were highly trained and competent at handling more than one customer at a time and getting the orders accurately taken. From this room, we moved into a dimly lit area which served as a special services area for clients who wanted to see many of the styles modeled personally, instead of simply looking at catalogues. She explained to us that these were the heavy hitters and some of them required special attention in order to attract the millions of dollars they would spend bringing Dianne's Creations into their stores. An older gentleman and two very expensively dressed young women sat on the far end of the long room, in overstuffed chairs around a low round table which was some five feet across. A tall brunette model came from behind a curtain in the wall and walked over to the three people seated there. She stepped up onto the table and became illuminated by floodlights carefully aimed to expose the model to the viewer's scrutiny. The girl, clad in a severe black bustier, with black hose and heels, and a wispy shawl, pirouetted on the table showing the buyers each detail of her attire. Stepping down, she stepped over to each of the three and let them feel the material and anything else that they happened to find interesting. The old man slid his hand between her legs from behind and obviously diddled the model's shaven pussy, because she shook her finger at him and kissed him on top of his baldhead. "I pay these girls three hundred and hour to parade around naked in front of these fucking people. They prod and probe and some of them want to fuck them right on the table. The girls get monstrous tips and some of them have even married some of the buyers." Dianne chortled as we watched another model glide from behind the curtain and step into the light. We made our way across the room and into the dressing room where the girls were changing for the buyers. Rows and rows of racks loaded with every imaginable style and color of sexy clothing filled this room. Some of the girls were tall and slim, a couple were extremely buxom, and two of them were very large, like fat. Dianne told us that she sold exotic clothing for women of all sizes and that large women made up more than sixty percent of her business. "We shipped a hundred and ninety seven million dollars worth of fuck me clothes all over the world from here last year and we'll go way over that this year. Lingerie is like beer and cigarettes, you just can't get along without them." She informed us. We rode the elevator up to the next floor and Dianne showed us how her catalog sales department functioned and we watched as hundreds of packages of clothing rolled down a roller conveyor in plastic bins which were then packed in either quilted shipping bags or boxes of various sizes and labeled for shipment. Some went to the post office, and others were picked up by UPS. We rode up to the next floor and we were shown how the orders were filled and the bins sent down the conveyor. This floor bustled with activity and everyone seemed to be very efficient at his or her respective jobs. I commented on the efficiency of her operation and my big sister beamed from my praise. The upper floors of the building housed even more huge cartons of erotic clothing, which were being opened and sorted and sent down to the various departments that distributed them. In all, Dianne employed three hundred and ninety two people. I was impressed and so was Lisa. The tenth floor was devoted to leather and latex clothing, which included whips, paddles, and other leather items related to sexual fulfillment. The eleventh floor was a special department devoted solely to the mail order distribution of marital aids. This of coarse meant dildos, fake pussies, various styles of vibrators and strap-on harnesses, handcuffs, whips, collars, blow-up dolls, liquids, lotions, lubricants, gels, scents, how-to manuals and God only knows what all else. Our tour had taken over three hours and I was getting the hungries. We ended our tour where we started, in Dianne's private office. Dianne explained that she had to tend to a couple of matters before dinner so she excused herself and sent us back up to Rita for drinks and snacks. Rita had arranged a spread of various snacks on a long buffet in the large dining room. Several bottles of wine and champagne were tucked carefully into two large ice buckets and a tray of stemmed crystal glasses sat close by. A fully stocked liquor cabinet hugged the wall at the end of the buffet. I opted for a Walker Black and water while Lisa hunted for a beer. Rita explained that a couple of Dianne's associates would be joining us for dinner and suggested we have a snack to tide us over 'til then. We helped ourselves to some of the goodies and I wandered around the apartment, absorbing some of the artifacts throughout and trying to get a sense of how my sister came to be so different from me. Her taste in decorating and mine were like the two sides of different coins. She was into dark foreboding colors and stark surfaces. I preferred rich woods and textured plaster with lots of color and daylight. I walked into each room and took note of how each seemed to have it's own theme. The great room was like a mammoth dungeon with the black walls and floors and huge stone fireplace. The dining room and kitchen were right out of King Arthur's Castle. I found a room that I surmised to be the den or sitting room. An ornate carved mahogany bar occupied one corner with a complete liquor selection on shelves behind. Oriental style furniture made the room appear completely different from all the other rooms in the apartment. The pictures and mirrors in this room were all framed with heavy gold painted frames. Wicker baskets with huge plumes sat in one corner and intricately painted vases sat proudly on many shelves and tabletops. A large Persian rug covered much of the floor with highly polished dark wood flooring surrounding it. "A penny for your thoughts." A soft feminine voice spoke from behind me. I turned to see a smiling, very lovely overweight woman of about forty, standing in the doorway. "I was just enjoying the room," I said. "Isn't it wonderful?" The woman asked. "Truly," I answered. I extended my hand and said, "Hi, I'm Virgil." She captured my hand and moved closer. "I'm Casey. Dianne and I are old friends in the garment business. I'm assuming that you are the guitar player?" "Your assumption is correct. I play the guitar." I looked into her dark eyes. She had truly gorgeous eyes, large and round, the color of a deep lake, blue but almost black. Her makeup looked as if it had been professionally applied. Her full pouting lips shone with a deep burgundy gloss and her teeth gleamed like pearls. Her hair was the color of chestnuts, long, smooth and coiffed out kinda puffy. Casey was a large woman, 5'-8" tall and easily two hundred fifty pounds. She was wearing a flowing burgundy silk robe trimmed in gold down the front and around the bottom and cuffs of the billowing sleeves. One button held it together at the neck. Her gigantic breasts forced it to stand way out in front. Her thimble sized nipples made nice big bumps in the robe. I could not see if she wore anything under it but I assumed I would get my chance.

"May I offer you a drink?" I asked.

"Thank you, bourbon over ice," she smiled.

I clinked a couple of cubes into a rocks glass and splashed some dark bourbon liberally over them and handed Casey the glass. I gestured for her to sit on one of the smartly embroidered sofas. I watched as the big woman drifted across the room and sat on the edge of the seat. I move across from her and sat facing her. The shimmering robe parted as she sat revealing a corset beneath the robe of the same color and design. Her legs, sheathed in silver silk stockings attached to the corset by long garter straps, parted the robe. Her nipples remained carefully covered by the robe but I could see that she had nothing covering them.

We sipped our drinks and I learned that Casey and Dianne had been friends for over twenty years. Casey was a designer of women's fashions and she was responsible for many of the designs offered by Dianne's wholesale department. A charming and articulate person, we soon became very comfortable with each. She asked if I might play some music later and I eagerly agreed after I told her I had brought enough equipment along to do a little practicing.

She finished her drink and asked if I wanted another. I accepted and watched as she gracefully crossed to the bar and returned with our refills. She sat next to me this time. She leaned back into the sofa, crossing one leg over the other. The robe fell away, uncovering the dark patch between her thick thighs.

"No reason to be modest around here," she remarked. "We'll all be naked and fucking like bunnies before the night is over anyway."

We both laughed at her remark and I reached over and uncovered her magnificent tits. Her rock hard nipples stood out like beacons in the night. I leaned over and gently nibbled on each of them making them even harder. Casey sucked in a great lungful of air and exhaled.

"That feels marvelous," she wheezed. "But we better stop until Dianne gets here. She likes to direct traffic, if you know what I mean."

I chuckled and sat back up straight. Casey sucked the remainder of her drink down and went to the bar for another. I had reached capacity for now and excused myself to go and find my guitar and amplifier.

I went to the kitchen and found Rita and the boys, all dressed in little French maid aprons, busy preparing our dinner. I inquired as to the location of my guitar and Cory explained that he had put it in the great room so we would have more room when the rest of Dianne's guests arrived. I thanked then and admired Rita's cute buns and hard little titties. I decided that I wanted some time alone with sweet Rita before I went back to Florida. I found my stuff in the big dungeon room as advertised and I proceeded to plug in and tune up my old Fender. I was sitting there fooling around with a few chords; generally just warming up, when Lisa made her appearance. She was still dressed in the same outfit as earlier.

"This place is really weird," she said.

"No shit, Sherlock, my sister has a darkness inside I didn't know about." I added.

"I'll bet it cost her a fortune to do all this marble and mirrors. Look at all the statues and stuff. This place is a museum," she said.

Lisa lit a cigarette while I played a few rhythm lines on the guitar. Casey wandered into the room and I introduced the two women and they bunched up together on a leather couch next to me, to get acquainted while I fiddled on the guitar. I kept watching them and soon Casey was reaching between Lisa's legs and sinking her chubby digits into Lisa's hot pussy. I smiled and shook my head. The women around me were certainly oversexed.

The elevator door in the foyer opened and Dianne and two other women stepped out and joined us in the big room. Rita appeared out of nowhere and quickly lit dozens of candles about the room, giving the room an eerie glow. Dianne introduced her two friends to Lisa and I. A shapely blond named Sheri and an older Latin woman, Juanita. Both women were extremely well dressed and classy.

Dianne excused herself to go and freshen up. Rita attended to a round of drinks for everyone. The twins appeared and each of the newcomers attached themselves to one of them and they drifted to other parts of the room to chat. I continued to play softly on the guitar. Casey and Lisa seemed to be enjoying my tunes and we joked and chatted about nothing. I looked beyond the couch to where Juanita and Cory had moved and watched as the Latin beauty sank to her knees in front of the boy and ducked under his cute little apron and took the full measure of his long slender prick down her throat.

I nodded in their direction and Casey and Lisa swiveled their heads around. We watched as the woman quickly brought the youngster off into her hungry mouth. The girls giggled and rubbed each other. Things were warming up in a hurry. The buxom blond had Craig's face wedged tightly between her legs, holding him firmly by the ears. She grunted through a quick climax and straightened her skirt before she thought anyone had seen them. Wrong, we had seen the whole episode reflected in the overhead mirrors. I guess Dianne had a method to her madness after all.

Dianne reentered the room in a shimmering silver negligee and black pumps. Juanita and Sheri rejoined us by the couch and Dianne instructed the twins to take them and find them something more suitable to wear for the occasion. Both women stated that all they needed was to visit the powder room out front and they would be fine. They returned moments later, wearing only bra, panties, garters and hose, both looking fine.