Paradise Found Ch. 04

Looking around for our server, I noticed the hostess near one of the registers talking to a tall infected woman. Our waitress? She was saying something to her, then pointed in my direction. The other women smiled a predatory smile. A shiver ran up my spine. Elise could be a little overprotective sometimes, so I chose not to say anything.

A different woman arrived moments later to take our order. She was at least as tall as Elise, and very slim. Built like a long distance runner, she had a feral sort of look.

"Welcome. I'm Stephanie, and I'll be your server this evening. Can I get you started with something to drink?" She looked only at me, never so much as glancing at Elise.

"Just water for me, thanks."

"Coming up." she continued to stare at me, I caught her breathing deeply and I tried to think about kittens with feline leukemia.

"El?" I prompted, but our waitress didn't turn.

Elise snapped her fingers, once, and the woman finally looked, clearly annoyed. "I'll have a water as well, Stephanie" Elise waved her off and she left.

"Can't take you anywhere, can I?" she joked.

"Hey, don't blame me! I'm doing what I can over here. Not my fault I look like a summer sausage before a starving dog to these women." She laughed.

"Yeah, but you're my sausage." she bit her lip, looking at my belt line and lowering her eyelids. "Speaking of sausage... I do have a very special night planned for us."

"Oh reeaally?"

She sobered. "Alex, I felt horrible about what I did to you with that wrestling match. I'm glad you told me. It was never my intention to shame you with that bit of play, but no matter what, I want you to be honest with me about your feelings. I'll always be "me", but you know there are impulses that are difficult to deny. I couldn't bear to be without you. You're my beacon in the fog."

Reaching out to grab her hand, I realized the table was too large for me to reach her comfortably. Always considerate, she switched chairs to sit closer and took my hand in hers. It was soft and warm, but not clammy. I looked down at her large hand, marveling at it. Slender fingers, smooth even-toned skin, and neatly shaped fingernails. Perfect. Hands were so expressive. They were the instruments with which we interfaced the world. Speaking, working, emoting, touching, loving. Nearly everything we did, we did with our hands.

"You have such beautiful hands. I've always thought so." I told her, still admiring them. "It's amazing, I would have thought your larger size would make your skin thicker and tougher, but it's softer than ever."

Finally I looked up to her face, barely making out her blush in the restaurant light. I wanted to kiss her plump, wet lips.

"Alex, about tonight. I want to talk to you about what I have planned, so you won't be too freaked out."

"Yeah, 'cause that's not at all the kind of thing you hear right before you hear the other thing that's going to freak you out." I said.

"Trust me, I think you're going to like this. I don't want to ruin the surprise, but I want tonight to be about your desires. You've told me that your sexuality has been heightened by the virus as well, but you don't tend to act on it because you're afraid of repercussions."

"Tonight, I want you to know there are no repercussions. And that's all I'm going to say on that."

Hmm, do I get to pick then? All these beautiful women around me... She'd let me bring one home with us? The way she had me fired up tonight, I might just take her up on that.

"So, anyone?" I looked around.

"Not so fast, player." she chided. "I'm calling the shots tonight. Just know that you will not be disappointed."

I could live with that. Just thinking about what she might have in store began to make me wild with desire. I desperately tried to control my emotional state to attenuate the stream of pheromones that were no doubt flowing from me at this point, but it was difficult with El's alluring form sitting not five feet away.

Stephanie came back after we had a chance to decide on our meals. I could see the change in her immediately. "So, did we have a chance to take a look at the..." she dropped off, catching my powerful scent. The rest of the room was tuned out, and she approached me as the center of her universe.

"Sure, I think we're ready to order." I began, trying to get her mind off the juicy steak dangling in front of her starving lips.

Having none of it, she continued toward me. At least she had the wherewithal to feign an accidental spill as she intentionally fumbled my glass of water into my lap.

"Oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry Sir. That's probably freezing" pulling a cloth napkin from the table, she bent to my midsection and began dabbing the wet spot on my slacks.

Her eyes began to roll back in her head as she felt the form of my package beneath my thin linen pants coupled with my powerful sexual pull. Her charade abandoned, she began rubbing me in earnest. In my state of arousal, my body had no choice but to answer the call. My growth came in fits and spurts as my tip extended down the length of my thigh. Stephanie hardly saw it coming when Elise shoved her off of me, putting her firmly on her behind.

"I had hoped my date wouldn't be molested in such a nice restaurant. So much for that!"

She glared down at the waitress, who was now attempting to salvage her dignity. "Consider yourself lucky that I'm not choosing to have you fired for this harassment."

Stephanie just laughed.

"Fired? Not likely. Look around you, sweetheart. Your man here just had it coming. Just look at the way he reacted. He was practically begging for it. Things aren't the way you think they are anymore..."

Turning to take in the room, I noticed she wasn't entirely wrong. I saw several men that were sitting in their date's lap, being fed or openly fondled at the woman's pleasure. Wow, I had no idea.

Elise grabbed my hand and quickly walked with me out of the restaurant. I had to run to match her pace, but I managed.

"Oh, God. Alex, I'm sorry. That is not how I wanted this evening to start." she looked so down. I just couldn't help but cheer her up.

"It's OK El. Why don't we just grab some drive-through and head back to your place?"

She smiled. "Sounds like a plan"

Lena

"ABC correspondent, Amy Brightman, has the story"

"Thank you Tom. We're here on-site in New Haven, Connecticut, where local woman Laura Spelling has become the first Infected woman in the US to become pregnant.

"Laura, congratulations! I don't have to tell you what a momentous occasion this is."

"Thank you. No, you sure don't. My husband and I have been trying for a baby for over two years with no success. Based on what the doctors had been saying, we thought it may be impossible for me now."

"Indeed, everything we understand to date about Infected physiology indicates customary fertilization is impossible for Infected women. So what happened?"

"My doctor suggested I try a series of experimental IVF treatments using a new sperm donor and methods. The results were exactly what we've been dreaming for." Laura looked at her husband and teared up as she clasped the hand of the much shorter man standing next to her.

"So-"

The TV clicked as I turned it off. Good news, I guess. Hopefully they've solved that problem, but I certainly don't want to get pregnant any time soon.

Getting up to use the bathroom yet again purely from impatience, I looked at my watch. 7:46. Still over an hour until they returned from dinner, according to the plan Elise laid out for me.

The wait was killing me, so I decided to put on the outfit Elise provided. It was sexy, of course, and as I put it on, I tried to sink myself into the role. I had never acted out this particular fantasy with any of my boyfriends, but I was eager to try.

God, I needed this. It was almost impossible to find a normal guy any more. Even meeting them going about your daily business was getting increasingly difficult as they continued to absent themselves from public places.

The Alex I had mentally constructed out of Elise's accounts and photos was exactly who I wanted. Charming, funny, cute, and playful. His penetrating gaze was a huge distraction every time I came by Elise's workspace. I'd never even met him but I was already crushing on him hard.

I looked down at the obscenely low cut sequined top that I was literally spilling out of and nodded.

"Alright girls, make him happy tonight and maybe we can be a regular fixture for them" I told myself, smirking at my reflection in the mirror. Elise told me to play along and take my cues from her, but I hoped Alex wouldn't be shy about sampling the goods.

Just then I heard the front door shut. Hmm, that wasn't right... They've only been gone 45 minutes. Hope everything is OK. I think I'd cry if Elise came back and told me the whole thing is off for the night.

Hearing the heavy footsteps that could only belong to a woman, I poked my head into the hall.

"Everything alright? You're over an hour early." I said anxiously.

She spotted me and nodded.

"We're fine. Just had a little problem with an overeager waitress at the restaurant. Poor Alex can't seem to go anywhere without getting attacked. He's in the car, as we planned.

"Looks like you're ready." She looked me up and down. "Mmm, Alex is going to love you. Your boobs look amazing in that.

"You ready for this? I know we've talked about it before, but you might be overwhelmed when he walks in. It's hard enough for me and I'm used to it. You've got to resist though. Tonight is for him, not us. I have a feeling we'll both enjoy it anyway though" she said with a wink.

Shouting over her shoulder as she ran upstairs, she said, "Can you get what you need and into position? I'll get ready and be right down."

Alex

This was kind of weird. El and I had grabbed a bite to eat on the way back, but when we arrived, she told me to wait in the car for ten minutes. Ten minutes? What would take so long to prep? Curiosity was killing me, but I figured I should humor her. Instead I looked around, observing the differences in the new infected neighborhood. Aside from the immense houses, the sidewalk looked to be as wide as an old driveway.

Time to go. I hopped down and walked to the house. I had to use the men's handle, and the door was immense, but with my new physique I was able to manage it.

"Good evening, Master"

"Master"

Like a cat with cream, I smiled. Standing in the dim light of the chandelier was Elise and another woman I didn't recognize who was nearly of a height with my lover. Both were dressed as harem girls with sequined bikini tops and sheer, flowing silk skirts. Strappy sandals and bracelets completed their outfits. The skirts were slit in front of each leg and cinched at the top with a gold sequined belt that rode low on each woman's glorious hips.

They stood at opposite sides of the spacious foyer, each bowing with eyes downcast, holding implements of their servitude.

El spoke first. "Master, Lena and I will be serving your every whim this evening. Your commands are law, and we your willing slaves."

I saw a nod from Lena. El certainly knew my type. She was nearly as top heavy as Ash, but slimmer, with wider hips and a bit less in the back. Her eyes caught mine and I noticed her sharp intake of breath. She was becoming flushed, the heaving of her inviting bosom the obvious response to my pheromones. She looked back down, attempting not to spill her offering.

El clearly noticed Lena's struggle, "Something to drink, Master?"

Her spell broken, Lena stepped forward and bent low, allowing me to grab a man-sized flute of champagne and begin sipping it.

Then indicating the chair behind me in the foyer, El prompted me to sit. She knelt, still having to look down to meet my eye as I was seated. Bending over further, she set her bowl of steaming water and cloths on the floor and removed my shoes and socks.

Just as I was about to protest this abasement, she gently took my foot in one of her large silky hands and proceeded to clean it with the heavenly terrycloth washcloth. Naturally, the cloth was the size of a hand towel to me, and I noted that her hand was now roughly the same length as my foot, but my slave's deft touch left me cleaned and dried as I savored the experience, sipping at the crisp Brut.

As she finished with me, both girls knelt and bowed low again.

"Master, your-"

Enough. I reached for her and pulled her chin up to look her in the eye. Her smile was beautiful in response.

"El, please. This is all wonderful, but completely unnecessary. I know you regret what you did. Apology accepted."

"Yes, Master"

"Seriously El, you can drop the act. Why don't you introduce me to your friend and show me around your new place?"

She hesitated, clearly unwilling to give it up entirely, but eventually nodded.

"Okay, I'll drop the act -- for now. But don't think for a second that you've gotten out of having your fun with us tonight. We got dressed up for you, and we're going to give you the time of your life. That's all there is to it!"

She stood up and motioned to her friend.

"This is Lena, we've been working together for the last few months."

Lena leaned forward and I goggled as she nearly popped out of her top this time. We shook hands. "Pleased to meet you Lena, I'm Alex"

Getting up, I set my glass down. "OK, I have to admit, that was a trip. You want to show me around?"

For the next twenty minutes she gave me the tour. I got to know Lena, asking questions about her past. Bubbly and sexy, Lena spoke quickly and laughed readily. I liked her immediately. I even ignored how she continually pretended to bump into me from behind when I stopped in each new room taking in the marvels of a woman's home as Elise acted as tour guide. Most of the time, however, she kept her distance. I assumed she was waiting on permission from one of us before she got too close.

The most impressive part of the house was definitely the master bedroom. It had provisions for a built-in vanity, a closet larger than the room I grew up in, and a master bathroom that was its own suite. The master bed was the biggest bed I'd ever seen; steel construction and every bit of 15 feet on a side.

El caught me taking it in, noticing the flower petals on the floor and candles about the room. She winked, "We'll be sure to give you a thorough tour of the bed later."

"Good, see that you do." I couldn't help myself from slipping back into my role briefly.

We moved to the living room, each with a glass of champagne -- the ladies' several times larger than mine -- to lounge. It was clear they were to be my instruments for the evening, and I still had the sense that Lena was struggling with my pheromones -- that I had been trying mightily to block -- so I figured I'd make this a night to remember.

Elise slipped back into her role, "Now, Master, what would you have of us?"

She and Lena stood and cast their eyes downward, awaiting my order.

"I believe it's time for desert" I said. They both bowed.

"Please, both of you, be seated."

They did.

"Now, I aim to test your willpower. I will undress each of you now, and you will do only as I direct."

I stood up and stared at Elise as she sat right next to Lena. Their eyes were still downcast, but Elise noticed me moving toward her first, and subtly nodded toward Lena, indicating I should start with her friend.

No problem there.

"Concubines, your master wishes you to look upon him."

They looked up at me, Elise smirking. Only Leah was able to maintain her demure facade.

Overtly leering, I devoured each of them with my gaze for a long minute. I was losing myself in my persona. Both girls watched me intently as I began to consciously ramp up my pheromone output.

Standing imperiously, one hand behind my back, I moved from one to the other, sliding my hand over their sensitive skin lasciviously. I drew my fingers to my nose to take in their scent. The power of it threatened to unmask me from my role as harem lord.

I vaulted onto the couch and stood next to Lena's seated form, running the back of my hand down her exposed upper arm.

"Such lovely skin..." I murmured softly.

Moving behind her on the couch, I set my hands on her shoulders and caressed her, lowering my face to the left side of her neck to inhale of her. Her smell was delightful -- different from Elise, but every bit as complex. I laid light kisses upon the nape of her neck.

Reflexively, Lena leaned her head to the right, inviting my nearness. I felt her tremble in anticipation beneath my hands.

Thrusting my hips forward, I continued to tease her. Bulging denim contacted soft skin as I closed the gap between us. Evidence of my extreme state of arousal was obvious from her reaction; inhaling sharply, she gripped the cushions of the couch to maintain her poise.

Peering down at the glorious cleavage on display before me, I could wait no longer to touch her superlative breasts. The sequined top she wore fastened in the rear just like a regular bra, so I made quick work of it, observing that it did not fall clear due to her size.

Facing the middle of her back from a kneeling position behind her, I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes, eschewing sight for touch. Her cold, confining harness I supplanted with warm and worshipful hands bent on delivering pleasure. The weight and downy softness of Lena's breast was simply indescribable. I was in heaven as I sensuously kneaded her in small circular motions, slowly making my way to the center of each. Her pliant skin melted under my fingers.

When, at last, I came to massage her large, stiff nipples, she brought her hands up to assist me. Large, warm fingers laid atop my hands, smashing them to her chest with considerable force. I chose not to chastise her for acting out of character.

Torturing her for several moments longer, I decided it was Elise's turn, and hopped down from the couch to turn my attention to my lover. Stepping between her legs, I looked up at her and smiled.

Grabbing a creamy thigh, I sensuously trailed my hand along the smooth skin toward her crotch. She shuddered, eager for my fingers to reach their destination, but clearly working mightily to avoid failing her master. Inches away from her sex, I diverted my hand down to the inside of her thigh and retracted it, encouraging the center panel of her skirt to drape between her legs in the process. She bucked her pelvis slightly at the fabric's more intimate caress. I marveled at her self-control as I noticed the floral scent of her own pheromones wafting over me. She closed her eyes and took deep, heaving breaths.

Hook baited, the true test was now at hand. Four large feminine eyes were glued to my hands as I started to slowly unbutton my shirt. When my shirt finally hung loose, exposing the shadows of the six pack below and swells of my pecs parting the fabric, Lena broke.