Dinner time

Dave wished for her to come and then notice him. She did so, quite loudly, her cries of pleasure resonating in a large bathroom, and contrasted with a surprised squeak when she realized she had an audience.

"Oh! Mr. Dave, sir! I was… I was just thinking about you…" Candy exclaimed.

"Only good thoughts, I hope," Dave said.

Candy looked horrified.

"Of course sir! I could never think anything bad of you!" she attested.

"I'm so glad to hear it!" Dave said with a chuckle. "But I didn't want you to get so distracted by your good thoughts that you missed dinner. I know how you girls like to pretty yourselves up and I wouldn't want you to have to rush through your make up job."

"Oh! Oh yes! Oh thank you sir! I'll get out right now! I'm going to make myself so pretty for you! So pretty!" She promised.

"I'm sure you will," Dave assured her. "Although, wet naked like that, no one would deny that you are eye candy."

The bimbo giggled and blushed and arched her back to make sure that he noticed her tits. He had another quick argument with his dick about the virtues of delayed gratification, then went down to check on it that while Candy tarted herself up.

Dave found Yvette busily cooking in her French maid costume, humming happily. He noticed a small glass of cooking sherry that appeared to be for going into the maid rather than going into dinner. He snuck up behind her and grabbed her ass. She squealed in surprise and delight.

"Ah Messiere! Ah deed not hear you come behind me!" She exclaimed.

"Not yet," he conceded. "But the night is young."

She cocked her head quizzically and giggled to confess her ignorance.

Dave refilled her Sherry glass and explained his plans for that evening. Yvette, of course, was happy to help. In the alternative history that the wishbone laid in her mind, helping her employer seduce dinner guests was a fairly common part of her duties, and one that she enjoyed very, very much.

When Candy appeared for dinner, Dave gave a wolf whistle and Yvette said something in French that most women would not find complementary. Candy giggled. Her make -up and hair were far from subtle. They practically screamed "fuck me now!" And she seemed to have made an effort to make the slutty little cocktail dress look even slutty her. She was a slight breeze away from falling out of it.

"Appartiffe, Mademoiselle?" Yvette said, offering the half-dressed young woman a glass of cherry liqueur 'diluted' with vodka.

"What's this?" She asked

"It's something that sophisticated ladies drink before dinner," Dave explained.

Candy giggled. "You think I'm sophisticated?"

"Oh no Candy!" Dave said. "But I think you can become so. Screwing around in the office and bringing you home when you've gotten yourself into a bind is one thing. But if I'm going to take you out socially, you will need to learn a few things."

"Socially? You mean like a date? You mean like your girlfriend?" she asked with growing excitement.

"Stranger things have happened," Dave said with a shrug. "Hell, today alone, so bottoms up!"

Candy drained her drink, coughed, then giggled sheepishly.

Two bottles of wine later, most of them poured by Yvette into Candy's glass whenever it was more than half empty, the young bimbo was feeling so sophisticated she could barely keep in her chair. Her left tit had worked its way out of the plunging neckline of her dress but it wasn't clear if she didn't know or didn't care.

"Yer jusssa bessses mizzer Dave, sher." She said for possibly the thirtieth time that night. "I jush wish I could show youze how grafefulish I'ze am. You know i'zl blow you like, wheneberyuh wan me an Ima tozally gun take it up the ass layer nite, but it juss dun seem nuf, yeh know? You couza had any sluts tha you wan. My ass dun seem tha special."

"Oh, your ass is very special, silly bimbo!" Dave assured her. "And really, the look on your face will be worth a hundred blow jobs Charlene."

The drunk bimbo giggled and pointed to her cleavage, causing the free tit to jiggle.

"I'm Candy, member?" She said.

"Actually, you're Charlene," Dave said, and wished for his boss to remember who she was and realize everything he had done to her.