Serving Dinner

As you walk through the double doors of the kitchen, you are treated to an opulent room. Gorgeous red carpets cover the floor, surrounding an expensive-looking mahogany table. The dinner table is very long, easily seating twenty guests, though at the moment it only hosts the family members.

The Master was sitting at the head, with his wife and Sarah on one side and Benjamin and Kelly on the other. Two waitresses are already passing out plates and drinks. While the two girls look very different, they all pass the same checklist. Tall, busty, and sexy! Feeling late, you rush over to serve them.

"Ah, the main course has finally arrived!" The man you recognized as Benjamin shouts, a predatory glee in his eyes. "And here I thought I was going to starve!"

"Apologies for the delay!" You squeak, even though you had raced as fast as you could. You make sure to serve him first, laying the plate in front of him.

"Thank you, dear," he says before turning to his father. "Is she new?"

"Started today, as a matter of fact!" He replied, starting on his dinner. "Though she has not been approved yet..." There seemed to be a mutual understanding among the family about what was meant, an agreement that made you shudder. Even more surprising was that his wife did not seem to mind at all!

"Well, I hope we keep her," he growled, looking at you hungrily. "You look good, doll!" As you passed Kelly her plate, you felt the oldest brother's hand on your thigh. You froze only for a second before continuing. While being groped in front of all these people made you nervous, the fear of failure scared you straight. Besides, nobody at the table said anything at this clear personal space violation, though Sarah did look pissed.

As you reached across the table to hand The Mistress her plate, you felt his palm slide up. You shivered as it cupped your ass, his fingers digging into your juicy flesh. Your knees buckled at his touch, your aching cunt immediately moistening. You had been teased all day, given blowjobs and gotten touched, but never brought to orgasm. You were on the edge, and his touch was not helping. As you served Sarah, you felt his fingers probe closer and closer to your pussy. You were sure he could feel the wetness, and if he kept doing this he was about to feel a lot more...

"BEN, STOP IT!" Sarah scolded, glaring at her older brother.

"Yes, dear, not at the dinner table," Angelica agreed, sipping her wine. "Have your fun later."

After a moment, Benjamin reluctantly withdrew his hand. "Yes, Mother," he sighed, grabbing his fork and starting on his meal. Shaken from the whole experience, you bow and step to the back of the room. For the rest of the supper, you watch them eat, idly listening to their conversation. It is nothing interesting, some drama mixed in with preparations for that Saturday's gala. You obediently stay silent, legs pressed together to try and douse the fire between them.

As the meal winds down, the children excuse themselves one by one. Eventually, after a kiss, the parents leave as well, motioning the servants to clear the table. You are about to get to work when you see the Master make a point of walking right over to you. You tremble as he towers over you, his presence so dominating it gives you goosebumps.

"Except for you," he orders softly, his voice deep yet calming. "You stay right there. I will fetch you in a moment." He let the last syllable hang in the air for a moment before walking away. You are shaking in your heels as you watch him leave. You are both curious where he will take you as well as certain of his endgame.