by R. S. Smith
“I've been anxious to see you again, too. The family-time was great!” she said.
The night of the sex party was the night Kristie and her older sister Karlee had crossed the line and caved into the group peer pressure to experiment with the bisexual lifestyle. Both sisters were accomplished assassins. Younger sister Kacey had taken the bisexual plunge the night before they had. Kristie was married, Karlee and Kacey single. Pepper had been selfish and controlling that night.
“I'm sorry about the way I treated you. I wasn't being nice, Kristie. I promise to make it up to you! Come and see my new office. It's really spacious.”
The cavernous room was in the corner of the top floor and had an amazing view of the city. Pepper's name was being placed on the door.
“Wow, this is incredible, Pepper.”
“Check out this cherrywood desk. Have you ever seen one so big?!”
“I can't say that I have.”
“Do you remember at the party when you said you liked pleasing me, that you were having fun, and that you promised me more freebies?”
“Yes, ma'am.” The two had worked together as peers in the past and both were about the same age and build. Kristie respected Pepper's increasing power base and enjoyed patronizing her. They had agreed not to contact one another during the just-ended two months.
“Has anything changed?”
“No, Pepper. Like I said, I could get addicted to doing that for you. It was fun!”
Pepper excitedly shooed her aides out of the office and closed the door. She rolled the large office chair back from the desk.
“Get down into this cubby hole where my legs would normally go. I want to see how well you fit.”
Feeling a bit awkward and self-conscious, she complied. “I can fit, but it's tight.” Her voice echoed off the confining cherrywood walls.
Pepper sat in the chair and slid it forward as far as practical. “I'm not wearing any panties.” She grabbed onto the long, silky blonde hair and said “Let me see those pretty blue eyes staring up at me.” She kicked off her shoes, slid her skirt up around her waist, straddled her, and eased herself forward another inch, snugly against Kristie's face. “I've been looking so forward to this moment all day! For two months!!”
A little while later, the Speaker of the House came in to congratulate her on the promotion. He was not one to knock.
“Ms. Preston, congratulations on your new position!”
“Ohhh, oh thank you, Senator.” She made a valiant effort at maintaining her composure. “So nice of you to, ohhh, stop by.”
It was impossible to not see the bottoms of two high-heeled shoes protruding from beneath the front bottom of the desk.
“Oh, ahem, this new position seems to be more fulfilling than I had realized,” he snickered. “I'll come back another time, dear.”
“Thank you, Senator!”
Over the next several weeks, the ladies all got settled into their new digs in various locations around the greater metropolitan area. Pepper's deep pockets were those of the mysterious Ruling Council. They began giving her assignments for the girls, she'd pass them on to the the best choices for the jobs, and the money would come in. Each of them averaged $100,000 the first month.
Kacey, Julie and Tim continued with their regular unwinding sessions after work at the girls' apartment. As he poured the third round of wine, he reminded them of an earlier conversation.
“I hear that your friends have all moved to the area and Pepper has gotten her Director job.”
“Yes, we're all very excited for her,” said Julie.
You did say When Pepper gets her promotion to CIA Director, and the rest of our friends move to town.....we'll let you either watch us or practice on one of us to mark the occasion. Well, those things have happened,” Tim observed. “There was also something said about reciprocation.”
“Okay, Timmy, which will it be, watch us or practice on one of us?”
“Well, if I choose one of you to practice on, I'd be showing favoritism. I don't want to do that. On the other hand, if I merely watch you both, there won't be any reciprocation. That's no good either.”
“Have you done it yet with Briana?”
“No, I wanted some experience first, like I said before.”
“You've never had a blow job?” Kacey asked.
“No, not yet.”
“Okay, Tim, here's what we'll do,” said Julie. “I'll have Kacey show you how it's done with me, when you think you're ready to try it, too, you start doing it for her. Once you start getting into it, I'll start performing oral sex on you. It's called a daisy chain. How does that sound?”
“That sounds excellent!” he said, beaming a very large, quirky grin.
“When the time is right, we'll reverse it. That way we all get to do each other. If that's okay with everyone, let's get naked!”
It was the first time the girls had had relations with a man who wasn't raping them in a long time and they both enjoyed it.
“We don't keep any condoms here, Tim. I'm suddenly wishing we did.”
“That's okay; this is the most fun I've ever had. I like this oral sex stuff. Maybe we can do it again sometime.”
“Tim, you never ask to wear the choke collar. Do you think you're better than me?” asked Kacey.
“No, it just doesn't seem like something I want to do.”
“Put it on,” she ordered. “If you value your agency internship, and we know that you do, you'll do as you're told, and it's your turn to be the footrest.”
Once they got comfortable, Julie said “Go fetch the leash, doggie. Stay on all fours, bark, and be back in thirty seconds or you get punished!” They laughed at him as he scampered across the floor.
“We need to buy a frisbee, Kacey. A game of fetch would be fun.”
“Tim, bring Briana over here for Saturday dinner in a few weeks,” Julie requested.
“Oh, I don't know.”
She yanked on his leash and said “It's not a suggestion, Timmy, it's a request. Do as you're told.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
As Pepper settled into her new role as Director, she began the next phase of her long-term plan, becoming Vice-President. She made lists of all potential candidates for the next election, several years away. She utilized her usual Intel sources, plus her newly-acquired email software to build files on each one.
She began keeping a whip on her desk. Most people ignored it, some joked about it. Occasionally, an ambitious lower-level employee would properly approach her about it. The ones she found of interest got invited to the Penthouse. Her stable of submissives grew.
Once the wheels were in motion on her VP project, the Ruling Council steered her in the direction of national defense contracts. Using her team of persuasive young ladies, she wormed her way into the lives of the decision makers and blackmailed them into allowing her to be a person of behind-the-scenes influence on all decisions. Occasionally it took a kidnapping or a killing to create the proper motivation. The cash flow spiked. The entire team began reaping larger cash rewards.
Kacey and Julie had a quarter-million dollars of cash in the apartment and were discussing what to do with it when Tim and Briana arrived for the dinner date. Introductions were made as the the couple made themselves comfortable on the couch. Julie dispatched Kacey to fetch some hors d'oeuvres. Tonight she was wearing a black leather collar.
“How do you know Tim, honey?”
“I'm a freshman at the same college he goes to, ma'am. As you know, he's a graduating senior this year.”
“Please just call me Julie. We're all friends here.”
“Tim said I have to be respectful, and you both are his bosses as I understand, so I wasn't sure what to say.”
“Just think of us as your girlfriends and be yourself, okay?”
Kacey soon returned and served the guests some wine.
“What's with that collar you're wearing?” inquired Briana.
“I'm Julie's slave.” She proudly sho
wed her the anklet.
“Oh, that's kinda cool. It looks good on you, Kacey. Is it a sex thing?”
“Not exactly. It's a slave thing primarily. I do anything she tells me to do.”
“Anything? What if she said jump off the balcony?”
“I'd do it with no hesitation, Briana. She would never do that though. She'd be damaging her most valuable asset, her favorite toy. Would you like some hors d'oeuvres?”
Briana was fascinated with the girls' relationship and asked more questions during dinner. She was beginning to feel her drinks when she asked, “What if she said to give her all your money?”
Kacey happened to have a $10,000 bundle of hundred dollar bills in her apron pocket. “That's a timely question. I got this today.” She sat the stack of cash in front of the startled guest. “I would love to give it to her. I live to please her. She is my mistress.”
“She doesn't want it?”
“That's right,” said Julie. “I don't keep her for her money. I keep her for her submissiveness. Now that dinner is finished, we have a little parlor game that we like to play. Let's adjourn our little party, take our wine into the living room, and sit in a circle on the floor.”
As everyone got resituated, Kacey once again refilled the drinks. A fresh jug of wine was placed in the center of the circle.
“This is a silly little game,” explained Julie. “It's very similar to the one called 'Simon Says', but we call it 'I Say', and it rotates around the circle. Each person starts off with a simple request like 'I say so and so has to smile' and then it moves on to the next person. It helps if one is a little drunk. The requests tend to get a little more interesting that way. Anyone can say 'no' to any request, but as soon as someone does, the game ends and we turn on the television, so if you're enjoying the game, be careful what you ask for. You're our guest, so you go first.”
“Okay, I say Kacey has to wink at me.”
“Kacey winked at her suggestively.”
“Oh, this is fun!” said Briana.
The first round remained tame and it was soon Briana's turn again. “I say Julie has to kiss Kacey.” Round two proceeded a little slower, and the requests were similar. More wine was poured.
“It's your turn again, Briana,” said Tim. “Remember to be careful what you ask for.”
“I say Tim has to pay me a compliment.” The requests remained similar with each complimenting one another as the game once again proceeded around the circle. The special guest was giggling as she made the fourth request. “I say that Kacey has to take off Tim's shirt.”
This is what the others had been waiting for and soon everyone was down to their underwear.
“This is fun. I want to see more flesh, but I don't want to risk ending the game. What should I do?” Briana asked.
“You could tell Timmy to remove your underwear,” suggested one of the girls. “I'm sure he wouldn't say no to that.”
Soon all four sat nude and relatively drunk. Requests were made for fondling one another. Briana was encouraged to request oral sex and chose Tim to show her how it was done. By the time the next rounds were over, everyone had had oral sex with everyone else.
“We don't keep any condoms in the apartment, Briana. I'm sorry, I didn't foresee tonight going this far,” said Julie, “but I say that you have sex with Timmy.”
They were unable to persuade her. She wanted to save herself for marriage, and the game ended. The group remained nude and continued drinking and talking about the sex. Finally it came time for the guests to get dressed and leave. Julie went into the other room and busily wrote something on a sheet of paper. As they were all saying their good-nights, she handed it to Briana.
“This is a sex IOU, Briana. I want you to sign it.”
“What does that mean?”
“Tim often gets together with us after work and we all talk shop. One day, the three of us might be in the mood for more sex. This IOU says that you agree to be our sex slave for a night.”
“Why would I sign something like that? What would I get out of it?”
“You'd sign it because you enjoyed tonight. It would essentially be the same, but you would be our slave. You would have to do whatever any of us tells you to do, you couldn't say no, it would last all night long, and you would get absolutely nothing in return.”
“And if I don't sign it?”
“Then we say good night, Tim takes you home, and you never see any of us again.”
“Oh no.” She read over the agreement.
They couldn't believe she was considering it.
“So I'd have to come over here whenever you tell me to, I'd have to do whatever sex stuff any of you tell me to do, I do this all night long, and I get absolutely nothing in return?” She looked them each in the eye, imagining the scenario in her mind.
They hadn't discussed it in advance. It was a spur of the moment idea of Julie's, but Tim knew he was required to go along with it.
“Yes,” they answered in unison.
All four stood silent as Briana reread the note a few more times, her judgment impaired by all the wine. Kacey handed her a pen.
“Oh, okay, I'll do it, I guess. Tonight was fun. I'll be your all night sex slave if that's what you all want.” She signed the note and felt a rush of adrenaline as she held it out for one of them to accept.
Kacey was all too familiar with the mindset of one prepared to go the submissive route, and she was one to push the envelope.
“Say please, and embellish it a little,” Kacey ordered.
“Kacey, Julie, and Tim, please let me be your sex slave. I want to do this for you guys, for each of you, for the group of you! I'll come to you anytime you say.”
Julie, accepted the IOU and said, “Thank you, dear.”
Enjoying her increasing stature, Pepper moved to an upscale neighborhood, purchasing a penthouse condo in one of the city's hi-rises. She now had a service staff that prepared her meals and cleaned her home. One of Kacey's older sisters, Kristie, had just arrived for dinner.
“Pepper, I told my husband about us when I was at home.”
“What did he say?”
“He's fine with it. He said as long as it makes me happy, he's happy. He wants to move here to D.C. to live with me. I miss him.”
“Okay. What do you want for dinner? I'll have the staff prepare whatever you'd like.”
“If we're going to continue this relationship, you'll need to unfreeze my assets, so he can sell our house there and buy us one here. I want to give you more freebies, but I need him, too.”
When Pepper had organized the new team, she had frozen everyone's assets to discourage them from taking flight. To encourage a team bonding between the five bisexual women and the straight sisters, she had allowed the sex party at the Colorado cabin retreat to evolve. The results had been more favorable than she'd expected.
“All right, Kristie, but I still want you to spend the night. Every Saturday night belongs to me. It might be fun to have him in town so he can watch.”
“That's all okay with me, Pepper. Karlee's assets need to be unfrozen, too, for the same reason.”
“Actually, I processed the release of the assets the day you got under the desk for me. I'm thinking of being more of a lady with you, too, if you know what I mean.”
“I'd like that. I've never had a woman do that for me. You'd be my first.”
“I also want to be your last. The only two people I can allow you to be with sexually from now on are your husband and me.”
“Is that going to work both ways, Pepper, or just with me?”
“Does it matter?”
“No, I just want you to be happy. You should have as many special people in your life as you want. Ever since that night at the sex party in the cabin, none of us sisters has yet enjoyed any reciprocation, other than Kacey who is now in a relationship with Julie. I didn't like the way Renée gloated when I went down on her. I feel like she manipulated the whole thing and I don't want her to get away wi
th it being a freebie.”
“I don't know anything about any manipulation. Everything you three did was totally voluntary. You three sisters got to satisfy your bisexual curiosity to some degree. I've never heard any complaints. I suggest you give it a rest. Renée is our biggest money earner. Let's keep her happy. I did truly enjoy the way each of you sisters voluntarily went down on everybody, and them warming me up for your grand finale. Those three sets of blue eyes staring up at me so submissively was an incredible turn-on. I'd love another triple like that. Do you think they'd be willing to do it again, just for me this time?”
“Maybe, if properly approached. Kacey's in that relationship. I could see what I can do.”
“The reciprocations will come now that we're all back in the same area, be patient. You three can collect on those if you want. Speaking of which, why don't we go into the bedroom and see what you can coax me into doing?”
“Okay.”
Another week had slipped by, Timmy had helped on a few more assignments, the trio were having the usual after-work session. He didn't really know the true extent of what the girls had done before, nor the nasty nature of the things they were capable of, but they did enjoy one another's company. He was basically a non-essential agency intern.
“How have things been going with your girlfriend, Timmy?” Julie asked.
“Good, we've been fooling around regularly. I've been over to her place twice for dinner and spent the night once. She's become very responsive, and almost ready for intercourse, I think. She's a little anxious about that other thing though.”
“Call her up, end her anxiety. Tell her we're collecting on the IOU tonight,” ordered Kacey.
When Briana arrived an hour later, she was directed to undress everyone and address each as Mistress or Master. They had her serve the drinks and snacks, and then perform oral sex on the girls as they ate and drank. She was instructed to thank them each for the privilege afterward. Tim was soon enjoying his turn when he stopped her.
“Take me into the bedroom slave. We'll finish this the normal way,” he said.