Mike & Karen Ch. 32

They all blushed, and Ted and Anthony finally raised their hands sheepishly.

"That is not a problem in this case, since it means you have no preconceptions or expectations to overcome," she stated before looking at Dave. "And you, sir? Are you getting it in regularly, or not so much?"

"I've... I've only had sex twice," he admitted, looking at the table like he'd failed the countess.

"Dude, who?" Anthony asked in disbelief. "I've known you forever, that hasn't come up."

Dave blushed harder. "My distant cousin Kasie. She barely counts as a relative, honestly, but we've seen each other at big family gatherings and we kinda hooked up one year."

"Dude, awesome," Ted breathed, looking at his friend with admiration. "Y'lost your v-card! My man!"

They did some stupid guy handshake and high-five across Jenny, who just smirked and shook her head while they laughed. She wanted them comfortable. The familiarity of one another's company would do.

"For the record, girls congratulate each other when they've gotten some," she remarked, now that they'd settled down again. "It's common enough practice, and we critique the boy's performance for one another as well."

Anthony swallowed. "Y'do?"

"Of course, we're not nuns the minute we leave your presence, your lordship," she laughed. Oh, but this would be fun! "I brought you here, as friends of my lovely nephew Alex, to begin your transformation from awkward, adorkable boys, into men that women will be interested in and talk excitedly to each other about behind closed doors."

Ted seemed stunned. "You can do that?"

"My dear sir, I have been a very naughty girl for pretty much four decades now," she said, leaning into the table and speaking in a quiet voice as if only they were meant to hear this revelation. "It's no great, terrifying secret, of course, it's simply confidence. Attitude."

"Like Alex," Dave stated.

"Well, maybe not quite that much," Jenny laughed. "That little bugger will have the entire world as his harem if nobody pays attention. Dangerous boy, that one, trust me. But if you want a slice of the girl pie out there, then you need to show the girls that what you offer is not just worth their time, but also that they had better be worth yours."

Anthony thought about that. "But isn't that just being an arrogant prick? Er, pardon my language, ma'am."

"Okay, number one," Jenny said, holding a finger up and looking firm. "None of this 'ma'am' rot, are we clear? You may call me 'countess', 'my lady', or 'Lady Greymoor'. Not 'ma'am'. I am not some mere schoolteacher."

"Yes, Lady Greymoor," they all said in unison.

"And as for apologising for using an off-colour word, me bucko..." Jenny continued, leaning in again and speaking quietly and counting on her fingers. "Fuck, shit, arse, cunt, prick, tits, clunge, cock, pussy, asshole, minge, clit, cum, felch... need I go on?"

The three boys were just looking at her in disbelief.

"Gentlemen, I may be one of the most celebrated members of the British aristocracy, renowned for my appearance and elegance, but I assure you, I can use language that would make a Royal Marine blush," she stated frankly. "And while I do not expect you to be constantly vulgar or ribald around me, if you need to swear, do it with confidence and be unapologetic about it."

They all nodded.

"Just don't do it in Kat's presence, because she is truly too good to be exposed to such barbarity," she quipped, winking at them and making them chuckle.

"Hey, does anybody need anything at the moment?" the server asked, coming up and smiling at them.

"It's been forever since I've had a steaming pile of nachos," Jenny mused, looking at her table mates. "What say you, my gallants? A giant plate of nachos?"

They all nodded. She looked up and smiled at the server. "A giant, overloaded plate of nachos with just about everything on it, my dear. Don't skimp."

"Yes'm," the girl said, smiling at them and then disappearing quickly. The boys seemed confused.

"Wasn't she here, like two minutes ago, dropping off beers?" Anthony asked.

"That was her, yes," Jenny confirmed, taking another pull at her beer. She'd need another one shortly. "Good memory, Anthony."

"Y'think she would've asked before," he wondered. "Why come back?"

"She wanted to, of course," Jenny explained, and they were all listening intently. "You three boys, and you're not bad-looking, frankly, especially with a little upkeep... you're here with this gorgeous and posh older bird, and she's desperately wondering why I am hanging out with you. You're clearly not my kin, so what gives, yes?"

That seemed like quite the revelation to them.

"Not gonna lie, countess, I thought she was interested in you," Dave admitted.

"Tosh, not at all," Jenny corrected. "I took this seat in the back corner facing out so I could subtly watch the room, and many of the girls, not just our server, have been looking over here and wondering what is going on. Remember, you two were on my arms when we came in, and Theodore was leading my by my belt buckle all the way to the table."

"I thought I was gonna die from anxiety," Ted said heavily.

"But it got everyone's attention, and clearly I was consenting to it," Jenny pointed out. "Not merely allowing, consenting. As far as they could tell, I was consenting to your confident leads and enjoying it."

"Which was a lie," Dave mumbled, referring to their confidence.

"But how hard would it be to actualize and make real?" Jenny asked. "For one thing, you three need to be seen hanging around with more girls. Any girls. The more you're seen in the presence of the fairer sex, the more attractive you'll become. Right now, you're just a little... nerd herd."

"Ouch!" Anthony actually laughed.

"Be seen in the presence of sexy and confident women, gentlemen," she instructed. "Be seen with Alli, even if Alex isn't around. Be seen with Freja and Jeanie, or myself, even Kat. She happens to like you all very much, she certainly would not be averse to your company if she isn't busy."

"That's almost too rich for my blood," Ted breathed, wiping at his forehead. "The Prof's...well, the Prof."

"And that holds true for me as well," Jenny said readily. "I've known Kat for over four decades, she was my girlfriend and dearest love for years, and she still terrifies me, chaps. But if you can be seen in her presence without fainting, or Alli's, then you pretty much have it made."

"Don't we seem shallow if we just hang around hot women?" Dave queried.

Jenny smiled. She didn't mind the questions, since the only stupid question was the one they didn't ask. Or the one they asked twice because they weren't paying attention the first time, to quote Mike. She answered plainly. "You'll no doubt continue to hang out with one another, as well as Alex. And you're not just gaming nerds, you're musicians, you're a band with a most unique name. How hot is that?"

The three boys looked at one another. The countess had a point. Other musicians got laid like Mothra's egg. What was their excuse?

"You can game all you want, but maybe musicians is the look and feel you should culture for yourselves," Jenny suggested. "Alex does fairly well for himself, despite being a nerd, and he's known to be a bassist and multi-instrumentalist, yes?"

"Well, yeah, but... lookit him," Anthony almost complained. "None of us are built like that."

"So be better built," Jenny said simply. "What's stopping you? Do any of you have a congenital heart condition that precludes exercise and getting buff? Are you practicing your music so often or studying that no time is left for exercise?"

They all shook their heads. This sounded like a weird and wonderful opportunity to enhance their lives in ways they couldn't imagine.

"Gentlemen, I was not kidding when I said I intended to make you my cabana boys until I leave at the beginning of June," Jenny stated. "And yes, that means that you're catering to me when you're not seeing to your education. But I am willing to bet that you have nothing better to do, frankly, and in exchange for indulging me, I intend to make you all magnificent young studs that women everywhere will be after and cannot wait to fuck."

The three boys were listening silently, quite stunned, but also believing her.

"I might go so far as to suggest that after the weekend of the housewarming, you three should come and live at Blackshack," Jenny added. "It will be easy enough to keep you on track with your schooling, and it will be much easier to teach you if you're at my beck and call, yes?"

"Do... do we ask Alex about this?" Ted queried.

"No, he's not the one in charge, is he?" Jenny pointed out. "I'll clear it with Michael and Kat, and then I expect you all to be moved in by next Monday night. If your parents need a stern speaking to, well, I can no doubt handle that."

She looked around the table now. "And come to dinner tonight. Are you in, gents?"

Ted nodded. Dave grinned and gave a thumbs-up. Anthony nodded. "I'm in."

"Excellent," the blonde woman said, patting her hands against the table before draining her beer. "I need to go and powder my nose, boys. When I stand up, you stand up, and Theodore, you pull out my chair for me, quietly. But make it look like you do this all the time and know what to do. When I come back, stand again, and David will seat me."

She began to rise, and the three boys stood. Jenny hid a smirk as several sets of eyes glanced their way. Ted pulled back her seat. She sauntered around the table before turning and winking at them. "And please get me another stout, gents. While I'm gone, just watch the magic..."

Once she'd wiggled a sufficient distance away from the table, they all sat down again, hoping they looked causal and like they knew what they were doing. They were talking quietly amongst themselves and finishing their beers when their server approached again.

"Anybody need anything?" she asked in her best voice.

Ted took point this time. "Another round for everyone, please."

"Absolutely," she said readily. "And the nachos'll be ready in a few."

"And we just want to make certain," Anthony added, hoping he sounded confident, tapping the tip of his finger on the table gently. "You know this is going on the DeBourne tab, right?"

"I can do that, a hundred p," the server confirmed, hoping she sounded confident.

It had been a risk Anthony took, but since the countess had mentioned everything going on Alex's mom's tab, he had to assume this was a good call. His intuition paid off. He nodded and smiled. "Thank you very much. You've been great so far, by the way."

"Thanks!" she gushed, almost bouncing and worrying that she was blushing. She stood there awkwardly for a moment, finally putting her hands and her little round server tray behind her back, which had the unintended effect of pushing her chest forward. The guys noticed, they hoped she didn't.

"So," she ventured, smiling hopefully. "That hot woman you're with. Is she, like, one of your professors or something?"

***

Blackwell Manor, the present...

"Soooo, how d'you think it's going down on the campus?" Val chimed while she and Trilby were folding sheets in the laundry room.

"I mean, I don't really know, but when you think about the crew that went down to begin handling this, it's hard to imagine it not goin' swimmingly," the hippie girl replied. She and Bubbles had this down to a finely honed art now, and they were quick and efficient about it. Never once had they been critiqued for less than perfect bedding.

"Yeah, that's true," Val allowed. "I just like imagining it, running it through my head like it's a show I watch. I get excited thinking about what everyone is doing, playing their parts, and so on."

"I'm really glad that the new arrivals are takin' over a lot of the heavy lifting about Alex and Lexi's case," Trilby said with a nod. "Because even if they make everything look easy, the Boss and Boss Lady have their work cut out for them here for the next few weeks with the housewarmings and all that stuff."

"At least they've got Tatyana working on the deets for that day-to-day," the junior housekeeper added, putting the giant sheet they'd just fitted onto a pile they were making. All the rooms were kitted out again, these sheets were going in the closets until they were needed. "I think everyone here makes their job look easy. I know you sure do."

"C'mon, Bubbles," Trilby almost sighed, hiding a blush behind a sheet she was holding. "You're as good at any of this stuff as I am."

"Eh, maybe, but you've got everything down," Val said readily, smiling and meaning it. "You're the one who holds us to this schedule and keeps us days ahead. You do for our job what Tatyana does for the overall coordination in this place. I know I never have to worry, because you were on it yesterday."

"Thanks," Trilby breathed, smiling warmly. "I guess I feel the same way about you and the, um, 'front- facing' part of our job, you know? You are such a charmer, Bubbles, and you always know what to say and to make our bosses or our guests feel at ease. You're a natural, since you're a people pleaser. I'm glad that you have to do that part instead of me, but... if I say it a different way, I'm glad that you are the one doing that part instead of me, because it's goin' great."

"Eeeee, thanks Tril!" Val gushed, breaking away from her job and trotting over to give her co-worker a squishy hug. Trilby hoped her eyes didn't widen too much as Val's large tits squashed into hers. She hugged back and just held the shorter girl for a moment before Val finally ended the embrace and went back to what she'd been doing, her affection batteries clearly recharged. "I love workin' with you too."

Trilby was wondering if she might need to change her panties before long. She'd doubled the number she wore since Bubbles' hugs had a certain effect on her. She got hugged by those boobs an average of once a day, and so two sets of panties per shift was not unheard of.

Maybe I should just start goin' commando, she muttered to herself as she tried to concentrate on folding a pillow case.

***

A limo heading downtown...

"Okay, who'm I picking up, boss?" Glenda asked as she went down the DVP. She was driving the Maybach, in case she was bringing more than two people back. She was wearing her uniform, including her little chauffeuse's cap, already sitting at a sassy angle. Today, she was feeling extra playful, and was wearing her jacket open and her blouse visible with the top buttons undone and keeping the driver's window un-tinted, giving any truckers who passed her a fleeting show of her cleavage. She smiled and blushed when a few honked in approval.

"Probably just the Penrose sisters," Mike replied over the call. Her Rubus was hooked into the vehicle, and the car's speakers were currently being used, nice, crisp, and loud. "The other three are really enjoying being back in their old stomping grounds, and they're getting the celebrity alumni treatment, so they might hang around and soak up the glory. Gordon and I will bring them back if necessary."

"And Alex and Lexi already have a car down there, so they're good," she mused, nodding.

Another trucker rolled by and honked. She smiled, winked, and waved at him.

"That's the third truck that's honked," Mike laughed. "Are you driving like a maniac, or is your blouse undone?"

Glenda blushed. Her boss was ten times too clever. "Oh, you know what a lunatic I am behind the wheel, boss."

"So it's the blouse thing, got it," her boss quipped. She knew he didn't care, it just gave her a chilly tingle that he had her figured out like that. "In any event, just be ready to pick up the countess and the baronetess when Jenny's done ravaging the campus. You can lay up in Heisenberg's if you like, we have an open tab there."

"Good to know, because running on Countess Time can be rather fluid," she pointed out. "I should be there in about fifteen, that'll be plenty of time, I imagine."

"No arguing that," he confirmed. She enjoyed listening to his voice. Every woman she knew did. And she didn't blame them. "Right, my next class is about to begin, so I'm signing off. Have a safe trip."

"See you later today, boss," she said before the call ended. She sighed happily, thinking about how great this job was. Best permanent job she'd ever had in terms of pay, benefits, room, and board. More than that, she felt like a member of a family, not just some employee. She was close to all of her co-workers, although some more than others. Naked hookah with Val, and even Andrea, was not uncommon.

She'd hit the long stretch of the highway and settled in, activating the narration of her latest Cora Scarlett audiobook she'd been reading. This outing was a tale about a daring Restoration Era lady, the daughter of a powerful earl, who she was searching for meaning in her life beyond merely being married off to some peer for the sake of her family's connections. She'd become enchanted by a roguish man that she was certain was more than he seemed.

With each book she read, she became more and more convinced that Cora Scarlett was the pen name of none other than her gorgeous and brilliant employer, Karen Gordon-DeBourne.

***

An office on campus, not long after...

"There you are," Karen said as she looked at the screen of her tablet, initiating a video call. "I was wondering where you got off to, things have been suspiciously quiet."

"Oh, you know me, Kat, always stirring up trouble somewhere," Jenny replied, smiling at her friend. "Did I catch you at a bad time?"

"Unlikely, since you texted me and asked me to take the upcoming call in my office," Karen said, leaning back in her large chair now and with her legs up on the desk, on either side of the tablet. "And as you can see, I am quite naked, per your request."

"Mmmmm, just the way I love you best, Kat," Jenny purred, now pulling back her phone to reveal that she herself was also naked, sitting in the stall of a washroom, her own lush body on display. "But I know you don't have the time for a proper romp."

"So what is the point of this little exercise then, Penrose?" Karen queried, smirking as she reached down and stroked her pussylips, even using two fingers to spread them slightly, exposing her inner pink to her dearest and beloved old friend. "If you have no intention of seeing to this..."

"Gnnnnn, you tartingslap," the countess moaned, fondling one of her breasts and biting her lip because of Kat's teasing. The hand on her breast found its way down to her slit now, massaging it in need. "I was hoping to get you undressed because I find you are more pliant with my requests when you have no clothes on."

"And exactly how often do I say no to you to begin with, your highness?" Karen asked pointedly, her lovely eyebrow arched.

"Not often, admittedly, but the few times you have, it was when you were clothed," Jenny sighed, sliding a finger inside herself. Karen did the same, also putting on a show for Jenny by fondling one of her breasts. "So I keep track and try to time my requests."

"Well you have until I make myself climax before I end this call and dress myself again," Karen advised, getting to work on her threat of cumming soon. "What is it thou wouldst have of me, Jennifer Dorcas Elizabeth Penrose?"

Jenny took a moment to close her eyes and sigh, her thumb strumming her clit while a finger was working itself in and out of her. "I was- gnnnnnnmmmp... I was wondering if perhaps you might... be amenable to three more houseguests until June..."