Elizabeth at the Spa

Sunday morning, the group was still in the guest house at Elizabeth's estate. Sarah slept chastely in the same bed with Ellie once again, and woke up somewhat closer to her normal time.

She was still wearing the same clothes that she'd worn on Friday when she went downstairs for breakfast. She was surprised to see Elizabeth sitting in the kitchen while Susie cooked breakfast.

"Miss Liz!" she exclaimed.

"It's Elizabeth now, my dear," corrected the older woman. "That is just my party name, no need for it here. Now, you are just the person I came here to see."

She turned to the living room and said, "Emily, please come here, I should like to talk to you and Sarah together." Emily rose from her typical spot on the couch and came to the kitchen.

Susie brought a plate to Sarah, and Elizabeth began. "First, thank you, Sarah. You were excellent in your role, and you were truly the highlight of yesterday's party. Everyone was talking about you yesterday."

"I've come to talk to you about the next party. A couple of our girls have reached the end of their service, and are heading out for new adventures, with my blessing. Normally this is not a problem, but your addition to the mix has proven a bit troublesome. Some girls aren't willing to be treated as you were..."

"You mean they don't want to drink piss," said Sarah.

"Quite." replied Elizabeth. "And I won't hear anything against them for it. It wasn't part of their deal, and I believe strongly that they should be treated fairly. At the same time, though, the ladies have all latched on to Sasha's plan to have, umm, built-in urinals, as it were. So, we're having a bit of a staffing crisis."

"So, one question for you, Sarah, is whether you would be willing to change roles, and perform as a chair at the next party."

Sarah interrupted her. "That one's easy -- sure. In fact, I think it would provided some interesting data for my paper."

"You can be a bit of a user, in your way," said Elizabeth. "I like that about you. It reminds me of myself. The next question I have for you is whether you might know any others who are as open-minded as you are. Our group looks for women who are old enough to have a career and a commitment to a goal -- no 18-year-olds for us -- but young enough to be hungry. The ideal candidate is 24. And, we require women who are beautiful, discrete, and, well, horny."

Sarah looked at her. "I'm not really in that category, though, am I? I'm sure you know, I am 38. And while I think I'm pretty enough, I know I'm not beautiful, certainly not like the girls here."

Elizabeth coughed. "I wouldn't judge yourself so harshly, my dear. Though it's true about your age. There are normally problems with somewhat older women. It isn't that they aren't attractive, though. Sometimes they have achieved their goals, or moved on from them, and so we feel we have no carrot with which to entice them. Also, there's been some fear that they would be too close in age to the lady participants."

Sarah said, "I'm bringing this up because I know of one woman who is just slightly older than me, who would jump at the chance to be part of this. In her case, the carrot is that it would fulfill a desire that she can't satisfy in her normal life. If you still wanted to, you could probably think of more material things she might enjoy as well -- a vacation or a car or something."

Elizabeth looked thoughtful. "I will take it into consideration," she said. "Is this woman someone I know? It isn't Natalie by chance?"

Sarah laughed. "Got your eye on Natalie? No, it's not her, it's a neighbor of mine. I doubt you know her."

Emily had been sitting quietly, listening. "Why did you ask me to come over?" she asked suddenly.

Elizabeth looked over at her with a small smile. "I was wondering whether you'd be interested in switching roles as well," she said. "Several of the ladies have asked. In fact you've been the topic nearly as much as Sarah here. I know in the past you haven't wanted to... and of course the job is even harder now. But, it doesn't hurt to ask! And I could maybe offer some inducement if that would help."

Emily bit her lip. "I don't know," she said. "I'll have to think about it."

"That's all I can ask," said Elizabeth. Turning back to Sarah, she said, "This friend of yours... I must admit, the idea intrigues me. Could you send me a photo of her? And her name? I would like to do a background check. And if you could find out for sure if she is interested -- while being very discrete of course -- that would be excellent."

"No problem," said Sarah. "I'll have the information to you tomorrow."