In For a Penny, In For a Pound

A sharp clap of hands focused the attention of the dining room to where McKenzie was standing with a cloth covered cart.

"And for dezzert," she announced while lifting the cloth with a flourish, "Ve 'ave a Dulce de Leche Rice Pu-deng vith a speciale sauce de McKenzie!"

Reggie noticed McKenzie looked visibly flushed as she stood behind the waist height metallic silver cart displaying the sweet confections. She had served several courses throughout the evening, along with numerous plates of appetizers, which must have been particularly draining in every sense of the word. She stood partially hunched over the cart clutching the rear handles with white knuckled fingers. Perspiration beaded on her forehead and an occasional drip of moisture cascaded from her tightly knit eyebrows down along her slightly flush cheeks. She would ocassionally reach down to fan herself with the satin apron of her fetish maid uniform, but this would only encourage the release of more perspiration to rivulet off her delicate neck and trickle to gather between the large expanse of cleavage of her exposed tit flesh cradled by the white silk Ruffles of her uniform.

Reggie noticed she was not so descritely grinding her pussy against the sharp corner of the serving cart.

With a deep steadying breath through clenched teeth, McKenzie visibly shuddered. She then straightened while seeming to fight an internal battle to regain her composure and with a painted on languid smile she shuffled toward the dining room table pushing the desert tray forward.

Reggie strained to look over his shoulder and check on Penny as McKenzie moved to placed the desert dishes on the table.

Reggie didn't think he had ever seen anyone so defeated. Her once intimidating confidence was now replaced with a debilitating timidity while the unabridged arrogance which had won her countless trials was now a deflating meekness that craved to be submissive and dominated. The woman was reduced to a quivering mass of raw sexuality enhanced by the demeaning fetishes Reggie had recently created for her.

She sat in the corner of the room on her haunches, her soiled wool skirt a patchwork in shades of black from the myriad of fluids steadily leaking from her body. The rapidly stiffening fabric rode up along her legs exposing her creamy white thigh flesh and stained white stockings below, ending in her 4" heels, now a sickly shade of powder blue. Similarly, the once elegant powder blue silk blouse once part of her favorite 'power outfit' was also in state of ruin. Large dark blue rings of sweat seeped from below the blouse sleeves, slowly spreading to meet the saliva drenched silk at the collar and chest. The entire left portion was tainted an unnatural shade of blue and yellow from where she had passed out in orgasmic bliss to baste in her own juices.

What he could see of her hair was a matted mess beneath the waistband and leg holes of her once matching powder blue silk panties that Eve had cruely **** on her head. The damage to the filth stained fabric was indescribable as a result of what Penny had recently experienced. He thought that If the oder eminating from her direction was as pungent as from where he was currently seated, she must be in ecstasy. She continued to rest on her haunches while obscenely exposing her sex, ocassionally hunching over to delicately lap some of the toilet water wine concoction McKenzie had provided for her from the bowl by her side.

Penny's eyes briefly widened, then were immediately cast downward to study the floor before her when Reggie met her eyes through the soiled leg holes of her improvised head piece.

Reggie briefly chuckled to himself, then diverted his attention to the end of the table where Eve and Shelby were currently engaged in what appeared to be a wicked game of psychological torment. Reggie couldn't quite hear the conversation, but at that moment, Shelby was cupping Eve's face with both hands while leaning in close to whisper in her ear. A blissful smile slowly spread across Eve's flustered face while Shelby gently twined a length of her honey blonde hair around her fingers. Abruptly, Shelby pointed to the ruined lawyer on the other side of the room and Reggie noticed Eve's eyes immediately burn with rage. Eve then grimaced while sitting back in her chair sulking.

With hands crossed enticingly beneath her silk clad tits, she pouted like a petulant child.

Reggie could hear Shelby laughing haughtily from the other side of the table as Eve abruptly stood with a screech of chair leg on wood floor while glaring **** in Penny's direction. Eve momentarily paused and looked down at Shelby pleadingly while slowly rolling her hips, but the girl seemed too transfixed with the swirling liquid in her fluted wine glass to give Eve any notice. Eve appeared to sigh heavily in resignation.

Wobbling unsteadily, she quickly reached out to brace herself on the top rail of the high backed dining room chair. Standing on the toes of her 4" fire red heels, she tittered towards Penny, head lolling with a pained smile.

Reggie noticed about 4 empty flute glasses lying in disarray where she had been seated.

"And like, can you believe it?" Holly asked from the chair on his left, "Penny is, like, such a dumb slut"

Reggie casually looked in her direction and focused his thoughts hard.

Holly paused for a moment as her eyes fluttered, then quickly went on while nonchalantly unzipping Reggie's fly with her right hand and sipping wine with her left.

"And to think," she released his member from the confines of his boxers and was deftly achieving rigidity. She then leaned over to sloppy lick the base of his neck, followed be a quick nibble. "We were, like, totally going to the Club tonight to hear her give the keynote address at the WWE, (Working Women's Equality) fund raiser ball".

Reggie suddenly perked up with interest, and not only by the skilled ministrations of Holly's trained fingers on his cock. She expertly traced her index finger over the tip of his member to shape a circle with her thumb and began to ring the blood gorged head with a corkscrew motion of varying intensity.

Reggie inhaled sharply but concentrated enough to ask her to elaborate.

Holly went on with the story while continuing her hand job. "Mother said that CUNT," she looked distastefuly in Penny's direction. Reggie reflexively followed her gaze for a moment and noticed Eve was now standing over Penny while gently rocking her hips. The former Lawyer cowered against the far wall beneath Eve's spiteful glare. "That SLUT," Holly spat, "was going to speak to a group of like 50 Bitches in the convention hall at the country club," Holly had wrapped her entire fist around Reggie's shaft and began furiously pistoning her hand. "Like, could you imagine THAT," she rolled her eyes and gestured with her head in Penny's direction.

Reggie was still watching Eve and Penny and noticed some interesting going-ons at the other side of the room. Save for the large pearls around her neck, Penny appeared to be completely naked with a stack of clothes in a soiled pile next to her wine 'bowl'. Eve was again glaring down at Holly while slowly unfastening the delicate buttons of her own deep blue silk blouse. Penny's protruding ass raised high above her waist as she pressed her tits to the floor In front of Eve and proceeded to sloppy run her tongue over Eve's fire red heels, working her mouth muscle along every stitch of the smooth leather surface.

Shelby watched the scene with intense interest from her seat at the table. Reggie noticed only one of her hands above the table, holding a fluted wine glass.

Holly placed her glass on the table and reached deep into the waistband of her black silk slacks to cup her fingers below her leaking pussy. With a slight shudder, she slowly raked the fingers along her sex to collect a well of her arousal. She carefully extracted the juice filled hand and reached over to Reggie's waist to provide much needed lubrication. Holly then switched to sipping wine with her right hand.

"Madam, Maz-ter Re-ggie ". McKenzie curtsied as she placed two dishes of the pudding desert before them. She then moved along to place the remaining desserts on the table.

"Actually Holly......", Reggie responded as he felt the beginnings of an eminent orgasm building from his gut. "I could imagine..." his cock twitched in her nimble hands "just that...." Holly again put down her wine glass and picked up the small desert dish McKenzie had placed before her to positioned it just below the head of Reggie's angry cock.

Thinking of all the high class aristocratic stuck up women in their fancy designer business attire at that WWE convention just waiting to be his play things, Reggie erupted around Holly's nubile hands with a heavy groan.

With a slight sigh of satisfaction, Holly leaned in to Reggie for a lust fueled kiss. She then made an elaborate display of licking the spunk from her fingers that had missed the desert dish with long slow licks of her digits accompanied by contented mewling.

Swirling Reggie's added ingredient into the dish, she again leaned close to him, arching her neck to breathe heavy at his neck.

"Like, thanks for the fix," she husked with a quick flick of her tongue and nibble on his ear "Lord Reggie".

When Reggie regained his senses, he took out his mobile phone to check the time. "About 6:00" he thought, "if we finish up here and hit the road, we should be able to make the club by 7:00". "Plenty of time to 'work the room' prior to Penny's speech" he thought.

Though, Reggie didn't think the reformed lawyer would be quite up to the task.

"Time to wrap this up, Reggie mused while grinning wickedly. Focusing his thoughts, he thought hard at all five women in the room.

"EVERY 30 MINUTES YOU WILL PERFORM THE MOST LEWD INAPPROPRIATE ACT YOU CAN IMAGINE. YOU WILL NOT THINK ANYTHING UNNATURAL ABOUT YOUR BEHAVIOR AND WILL RATIONALIZE IT AS IF OF YOUR OWN THOUGHTS"

Reggie set the timer on his mobile phone for 30 minutes and to the vibrate function and sat back for the final act.