The Role Players Pt. 05

Early Wednesday evening everything was in place and as I barged into Andrea's office, a pair of rather weary eyes looked my way to hear, "Why are you not answering your phone Andrea?"

Her look was a confused one as she picked it up, opening it, as the first of many confused looks yet to come, played over her face. "That's odd, it's dead."

I of course already knew that, having removed the battery earlier that afternoon when she wasn't watching. "Then that explains this." I held out my phone and pressed play, the rather panicked voice of her daughter coming forth on the speakerphone.

"Holly, we have a real problem. Las Vegas has been trying to get ahold of my mother for over two hours and she will not answer her phone. They have a VIP flying in who insists on a scene with Mistress Andrea. They told him that with such short notice that they are not sure she is available but he says if that is the case then he will take his business elsewhere and several of his close friends will do the same. I can't get her to answer and his flight lands at six, where is she? Call me as soon as you get this!"

The look on her face was priceless, her bewilderment as I said, "I've tried calling her back but all I get is her voice mail. It's already past six so whoever this client is has probably already left the airport and is on his way here. What are we going to do?"

That was her cue and Dawn hit her mark. The door opening, her face usually so serene now was anything but. She stormed in muttering, shaking her head in disapproval then saying, "I can't even have a single day off from here. No, I have to get an urgent text from Abby. Who is this high profile client that I have to prepare Miss Andrea for? What about me, is my time not as valuable as anyone else's?"

So many questions, so little time to answer, precisely as I had planned it. Andrea now looked to be nearly in a panic of her own as Dawn pointed at her saying, "You, undress now. I will lay out your clothes, we only have a few minutes." The owner of the company started to speak but Dawn turned her back while glaring at me. "Why are you just standing there? Go downstairs, greet whoever this is that has interrupted my day. Go on now, make yourself useful or something."

I managed a look of my own, even though I caught her wink as I muttered, "Who died and put you in charge?"

Leaving the two women, one of them looking completely baffled, as I heard Dawn berating her to hurry.

I waited ten minutes, knowing that when I barged back in that Andrea might not be completely dressed but I reminded myself it wound not be the only time I would see such a vision before the night was over. We had laid it all out like clockwork and as I headed back up in the elevator my phone rang and I heard Abby's laughter saying, "Are we set sugar?"

"Yep, hang on and I'll let you hear my great acting job." She giggled as the door opened to the tenth floor. I was right. Andrea was dressed in only a black Basque, with thigh highs and her heels. She was pulling on a pair of black lace finger less gloves while Dawn was going through her closet, trying to find a blouse and skirt. Of course I knew she wasn't really looking for them, simply stalling until I stepped out of the elevator, my voice filled with indignation.

"I suggest you watch how you talk to me Abby. I'm not someone you can just order around when things go wrong. All I know is I sure didn't cause this mess and you're damn lucky I'm here right now, okay?" My face now turned red, the tone of my voice now switching to anger, "Yeah, I heard you. Sixth floor, now." With that I grabbed Andrea by the arm, pulling her along as she looked at me as if I'd lost my mind.

"Abby? Abby? I can't believe it, your daughter just hung up on me!"

I pulled her into the lift, hitting the button for the sixth floor. I could see she was getting ready to say something but I didn't give her a chance. "When this is all over Andrea, you and I are going to have a long conversation about how your daughter should treat people. I may be a submissive but that's no reason that Abby should treat me the way she is, is it?"

She was so lost that at first she nodded her head yes but then shook it no as the door opened to our arrival. I knew what she was going to see and as she stepped out, she stood there, seemingly unsure for a moment. The door closed behind her and only then did she realize she was alone. By the time I got to her office, Abby was sitting in her mother's chair, a Cheshire cat grin filling her face.

We both watched the monitor as the beauty I had just left walked on the red rose petals that were strewn on the floor. She slowly approached the only piece of furniture in the room, a huge bed large enough to host multiple partners. The single spotlight showing one of her blouses and a skirt cast aside on the floor by the end of the it. The sheets and pillowcases were of red satin but I knew it was the burgundy folder at the foot of the bed that she would eventually turn her attention to. As she opened it, both Abby and I watched as she read the precise words I had written.

ROLE PLAYERS

SCENARIO

The owner of a rather exclusive club has been burning the candle at both ends. She spends most of her time making sure others are taken good care of while neglecting her own needs and desires. One day it finally catches up to her and as she wearily heads toward her bedchamber she allows the blouse and skirt she wears to simply fall to the floor. Leaving her clad only in the decadent items she wears underneath. Slipping on her black silk sleep mask she lays down, seeking a brief respite. What happens from there is either the most wonderful of dreams or perhaps it was all...pure fantasy?

Both of us waited, knowing she couldn't resist glancing toward where she knew the camera would be. There was that magical smile playing on her lips as she picked up the object which would leave her unable to see, before climbing onto the bed with a look of exhaustion filling her face. She donned the mask and then lay down, her blonde hair spilling over the pillow, a pinup model come to life.

That was our cue and just a few minutes later I joined my three friends, each of us clad only in a robe, on the sixth floor. I had made sure we wore a different cologne from what we normally favored, wanting Andrea to have to guess as to who might be in the room with her. Antoine, Jason, Jackson and I all stepped forth, discarding our single garments and almost in synchronization made our way into position.

We had discussed a few things but I knew after we begun it would simply be a matter of desire. I moved between the slumbering beauties legs, my fingers running slowly up her thigh, positioning her gently so that my mouth might have access to her most secret of places. Meanwhile, Antoine had begun to kiss her softly, his mouth going from her neck to her mouth, gently requesting entrance. As for the two twins, they had each found a breast in need of their attention and I couldn't help but smile as I saw Andrea's hands reach out to begin to fondle each of their quickly hardening members.

With her hands already busy she couldn't position me as she had in the past but it really didn't matter. I had learned well and I could tell by her body's reaction when I found the perfect position. Normally, I would have done everything I could to bring her to orgasm but this time I only let my tongue tease her, wanting to let her arousal begin to build but not to find its release. That would come soon enough.

Hands roamed all over her body and to my delight it wasn't just me that knew how to whimper. Her sounds were like the soft mewl of a kitten, sending shivers over her body. All of us looking to please this incredible woman who had given so much, yet had asked for so little in return. I couldn't help but wonder what Abby was thinking, as she saw her mother relinquishing control to not a single individual, but to four.

Finally Antoine gave me a smile and a nod as I moved and he did the same. This time he positioned himself so that seconds later his cock entered the beautiful woman, her back arching as she cried out in delicious pleasure. The two twins each took a leg and tenderly lifted them so that her current lover could go even deeper. Meanwhile, I silenced her cries by capturing her mouth with my own and she eagerly greeted me. Her tongue dancing with mine as our lady killer claimed yet another conquest.

We each took turns, different positions, the two men who may have looked the same claiming her on all fours, one with his cock in her mouth, the other taking her from behind. Just as I had remembered it from the past, she became even lovelier with each orgasm which swept through her body. It was like a ballet, watching the two handsome gentlemen as they made love to the object of their desire. She claimed her reward from Jackson, as she drank greedily, before feeling his brother's cum shoot forth deep inside of her.

Finally, the three men gently positioned her on top of me, letting my cock slip inside as I saw a dreamy smile on her lips, until I was buried deep to the hilt. She began to rock, to move slowly up and down, as I looked up to see hands finding her nipples. The tight, turgid flesh demanding their attention as they gently pulled and tugged on them. Her breathing became labored, her head beginning to lash back and forward, yet another orgasm demanding it be released building.

I didn't want to hold back, knowing her body was nearing the point where it simply could not take anymore. We raced together, my hands on her hips as I urged her on, and this time when she screamed her pleasure I joined in as our bodies danced as one. By the time it was over, her head was now hanging down, exhaustion and the events which had transpired having left her with only the need for the rest which was quickly claiming her body.

Each of us helped position her onto the bed, pulling up the cool satin sheets over the quickly stilling figure. A soft kiss from each of the four on her cheek and I felt a presence behind me, knowing who it was. When I had bestowed my own, Abby did the same, before whispering in her mother's ear, "Happy birthday mom. I love you."

I know she heard as her hand tentatively reached out and stroked her daughter's face before surrendering to her need for slumber. I joined the others who already donned their robes, smiles on everyone's faces seeming to be the order for the day. We reentered the lift, making our way back up to the tenth floor. Abby gave a kiss and a hug to each of the three while thanking them for helping make her mother's birthday hopefully one she would not soon forget.

The two of us walked over and took one final look in the monitor. On it you could still see the remnants of the smile on her mother's lips as I favored her daughter with one of my own. We stood there together, Abby's fingers finding mine, as she took my hand and squeezed it gently.

TO BE CONTINUED