Clean up and head out

The next morning, Paul and Molly were woken up with an incessant ringing of Molly’s phone. “Ugghh... its too early for people,” Paul groaned.

Rolling over to see the time, “its 11:00 AM, hun,” Molly confirmed. “Oh, crud, its Katie.” Molly scrambled out of the covers to get the phone.

Paul just tried to cover his eyes with his elbow and try to block out the world while he tried to ignore whatever creature died and left a paste in his mouth.

“Oh, you still wanted to do that?” Paul heard from her side of the communication. “Well, you just never said anything since then. ….. Ya, sure, I’ll need a bit to get ready. …. Um, we’ll talk about it when I get there. ….. Two hours should work. …. Great! Luvya, see you then!”

“Hey, hun, that was Katie,” Molly turned to Paul.

“I gathered,” he groaned still covering his eyes.

“She asked about doing a girls day a while back, but never brought it back up, so I thought it was just a comment, but apparently she wants to do it today after all.”

“k”

“So, you’re okay if I go?”

“Ya, sure.”

“You’re so understanding. Thanks, hun! I’m gonna go freshen up and get ready. Gotta be there in a couple hours.”

“Sounds great.”

As she got up off the bed he moved his arm to watch her strut across the room loving the view of her nude form. As she approached their closet, he spoke up, “what you doin, hun?”

“I was just going to pick out what to wear,” she responded stepping.

“STOP.” He command roughly and she turned to face him with a quizzical look on her face. “Did you clean up the tarp and mattress in the middle of the night or something?”

Sudden panic washed over her face as yesterday replayed through her head a few times, “no”

“Then why are you looking for something to put on today.”

“because you said I could go.”

Turning his head to face her, “I got no problem with you going,” watching a bit of relief wash over her, “but you’re wearing what you got on when you do.”

“But I can’t go out like this! I’ll get arrested or worse,” she panicked a bit rubbing over herself to try to cover up.

“I was very clear on what you needed to and your consequences. If you’ve expanded your horizons and accepting public nudity hanging out with your friends, I’m hardly going to be the one to stop you.”

“no! you can’t expect that!! I told her I would go!!! I can’t just back out with no reason! She’s been counting on it.”

“You don’t have to back out. Just go as you are, or clean up after your play time.”

“I thought we’d have all day and I’m pretty sure it was *our* play time!!”

Sitting up quickly and looking at her very sternly, “that mess was your idea! And while I had fun, I am NOT going to be stuck playing maid just because my work lets me be at home more. YOU made the plans, YOU clean it up!”

“Fine, I’ll do it when I get home.”

“NO, you know damn well she’s going to talk you into having a few drinks and ya’ll going to talk for hours, you’re going to come home exhausted and want to go right to bed, and we do this whole dance tomorrow morning before work.”

She grunted at him. More frustrated that she knew he was right, but wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of admitting to it.

“You want to go out with your friend, go as you are or march your hawt little ass in there and clean up the mess. The choice is yours.”

“Fucker,” she spat under her breath as she stomped towards the living room.

“What was that?”

“Fucker, *SIR*.”

“Better, slut,” he said as he fell back in bed to try to relax a bit.

A few minutes later, “DAMMIT!” He heard her scream as he heard crying start. Tossing on some shorts he walked out to see what was going on.

Seeing her kneeling before the extensive carnage before them crying, “something wrong, hun?” he asked.

“How the hell am I supposed to get all this cleaned up in an hour?!?”

“I thought you said you had two hours?”

“Ya, but I still have to get ready and get to there, and I’ll need an hour for that,” she sniffled, “I know I said I’d do it, but could you please help?? I really can’t let Katie down.”

He looked at her and just shook his head at her. “I’ll make you another deal.”

She perked up at the possiblity and held back tears. “yes?”

“What were ya’ll planning on doing?”

Not sure where this was heading, “she wanted to meat up for late lunch, catch that new chick flick, do some shopping therapy, and then probably just chill.... why?”

“K. She’s been a good friend, so I will help you clean up the mess, on two conditions.”

“yes, Sir!” she perked up and moved over to him, “thank you so much,” as she began rubbing his crotch.

Chuckling and pushing her hand down, “as much as I would love that, slut, you yourself said you don’t have time.”

Plopping down and pouting up at him trying to figure out what he wanted.

“Two simple conditions: 1. you keep working WITH me until this is done. Don’t run off because your afraid of time or think there is not much to do. Don’t just sit back and watch my hot body, actually keep working right along with me.”

Giggling a bit, “I’ll try to control myself, Sir, but yes, I will keep going. Thank you for the help.” She turned to get start trying to pull up edges of tarp.

“I said 2, hun.”

Timidly she looked over her shoulder feeling there was about to be an anvil drop.

“2. When we’re done cleaning up, I will pick an outfit for you to wear and you will wear it without debate or complaint.”

This sounded dangerous to her. He could be …. adventurous … with their choices on date night. This seemed really close to a blank check.... what if he put out a swim suit... or a negligee... or <GASP> just a pair of heels.

“Well, you want me to help, or are you going to do this yourself, or are you going to disappoint a friend?”

Looking at the mess before her and back at her significant other, “please help me, Sir.”

“Alright, let's get to it.”

There was quite a mess of oil, but it was contained to the tarp. Carefully folding & rolling it, they were able to coordinate getting it out to the garage without spreading it. Moving quickly to get all the trash picked up; more than once Paul caught himself staring at her bending over naked & talk himself out of taking her again.

Tying up the last trash bag as he moved the final piece of furniture back into place, it was done in just under 40 minutes, looking just as it did Friday night.

“Alright, slut, I think our debauchery is officially cleaned up.”

Giggling she replied, “well, visually at least.”

“Yes,” he agreed with a smirk, “go freshen up and I’ll get your outfit together.”

Swallowing her panic, she proceeded to the bathroom with a “yes, Sir,” worried about what she was about to face.

Finishing her routine, she took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom to face the music. Stepping into their bedroom to hopefully cover up her nakedness, she didn’t see her hubby anywhere.

On the bed she was rather surprised at what she saw. A nice white blouse, a simple peach pleated skirt, and a pair of strappy, little heels. A little more summery than she would have picked for the time of year, but the weather was supposed to be a bit warmer. It actually shouldn’t be too bad.

Thankful not to be going out dressed like a complete whore, she gratefully got dressed in what her Master had laid out for his sex doll; she giggled a bit thinking there is a Barbie joke in there somewhere.

As she walked out of the bedroom, Paul was leaving his office and smiled at her putting on the outfit laid out for her without complaint. He was surprised she didn’t even complain about his modifications, but he ordered the replacements based on the tags, so it should be no harm done.

“Wow, you look great, hun!”

“Well, my Assistant has wonderful taste, Sir.” She noticed him limping a bit as he walked towards her, “hun, you okay?!? Why are you limping???”

“Eh, just pulled it a little, was going to do some stretching anyway. I’m sure I will work it out.”

“Nonsense. You helped me out and I got some time still,” she admonished, “sit on the couch and I’ll massage your legs.”

“You just want to rub on my thighs again, slut,” he chuckled as he hobbled over to the couch.

“Just a bonus, Sir,” she giggled as she knelt before him and grabbed the jug of oil.

Seeing the split in her pleated skirt, Paul wondered if he cut a bit too far up, but too late now. At least the liner removed from the top doesn’t seem to have made it too thin.

Paul was luxuriating in her touch and enjoying the tingle run through his muscles, relaxing in the euphoric movement as her hands moved up and down his thighs. Interrupted by her alarm, she reached up through the leg of his pants and grasped his cock with her slippery hands, “Sir, I need to leave now, but could I play with this later??”

Enjoing the euphoric lift of his engorging erection, “mmm... be a good girl today and I’ll fuck you up that cute skirt when you walk through the door, slut.”

“mmmm..... be home soon, Sir.”

“You said you’d do things with her, hun. Be a good girl and enjoy yourself with your friend; I’ll be here when you get home.”