Lunch Time

You spend the rest of the morning in your office working out your breakdown of the movie, transferring your notes from the page and your memory into a document. By lunch time you’ve got your structure worked out and started filling in the details. Lunchtime finds you in a convenient place to pause.

Surprisingly no-one is in the outer office, so you take the back route through the dining room into the kitchen. Sybil’s on lunch duty, a selection of flans, baked yesterday and heated up in the microwave today, along with several salads; a potato salad, a beetroot salad, coleslaw, and a green salad.

“Someone’s been busy this morning,” you tell her.

From the breakfast area Morgane laughs. “You should have seen her yesterday, she spent most of the afternoon cooking flans. This fridge is filled with her castoffs.”

“I’d almost think you’re trying to win this month’s cooking contest.”

“Anything to get a night alone with you,” Sybil replies. You wrap your arm around her waist and pull her towards you. Her lips are sensuous and warm and welcoming. It’s hard to disengage, but you’re hungry and she’s preparing the food.

“I’ll try both your flans and some of each salad,” you tell her, gently patting her ass to get her moving. Then you head to the breakfast area, which is less busy than you’d expect for lunchtime. Morgane, Nekane and Niemira are the only three here. Nekane and Niemira are dressed as you last saw them, but Morgane has changed out of her sexy chauffeur outfit and into a lot less. She’s wearing a tight white crop-top t-shirt, that clearly reveals she’s not wearing a bra, and a very short pair of white shorts, which reveal at most she’s wearing a thong, if that. You raise an eyebrow at the sight.

“This is my car washing outfit.”

Part of driving duty is washing the car afterwards. One thing your certain about her chosen outfit is that it will become see-through the moment it gets wet.

“And when are you planning to wash the car?”

“Three.”

Perfectly timed for your afternoon break. Morgane knows what she’s doing. She’s hoping you’ll come and watch her wash the car and then get involved. Looking at her, you’re thinking that’s a good bet.

“I look forward to it.”

You kiss each of the girls and take a seat. They already have their food in front of them. There is no ceremony for most meals, girls turn up when they’re free and eat as soon as they turn up. Yet most try to be around when you are. You still haven’t seen half of them.

“Where is everybody?”

The three girls at the table shrug. Sybil places a plate filled with food in front of you before replying. “Gloria and Belka aren’t back yet. The others are around somewhere.”

She’s given you a slice of two flans, one salmon and broccoli flavoured with dill, and the other ham and cheese. They’re very tasty. Sybil wasn’t the best cook when she joined, but she’s put a lot of effort into improving. The salads are also tasty and complement the flans.

“How many flans did you bake yesterday?”

“Five, but these are the best two.”

“You do know we all get to vote on the best meal.”

“Yes, but I want you to have the best.”

Everyone votes on the best meal each month, the only rule being you can’t vote for one of your own. The winner gets to pick a reward, the most popular being solo night duty. You kiss Sybil on the nose and return to your meal.

“So, what’s everyone been talking about?” you ask the girls, as if you didn’t know. Niemira starts to blush.

“Niemira’s been telling us about last night,” Sybil says, taking the seat next to you. “Sounds like you were very vigorous.”

“I was inspired.” Niemira’s blush grows redder.

At that moment the door to the entrance hall opens and Gloria and Belka emerge. Both are in short skirts and figure-hugging tops. Gloria is quick to move over to the table to kiss you. Belka is behind.

“We’ve left the estate out the front, we’ll unload after lunch,” Gloria tells you. You prefer the cars to be parked in the garage, but in this case, you’ll accept one being parked in front of the main door. You tell Gloria that. She then steps away so you can kiss Belka in greeting.

“You’re moving in already?”

Belka nods. “Is that ok?” she finally asks.

“The sooner you move in the better, as far as I’m concerned.” Now it’s Belka’s turn to blush.

Sybil has stood and is directing the girls to where the flans and salads are laid out. They let her lead them. They’re discussing what food is available when the door to the west wing opens and out of it emerges the rest of the girls, led by Lucy. Melody is just behind her, and taking the rear are Sarka and Anna. All four of the girls look excited, and Melody is clearly holding something behind her back. Now the breakfast area feels crowded. It was unusual for just four of the girls to be having lunch when you do, but it’s even more uncommon that all the girls turn up.

You stand to greet these newcomers. Lucy steps up first to give you a quick peck on the lips. Then she steps back, leaving her hand on your chest to hold you in place.

“Melody has something to tell you.”

Your eyes turn to Melody who looks caught between excited and worried.