Start with Mary, but give everyone a job

I looked back over at Mary, once more sitting demurely on the hardwood floor and her nose back in her book. It had been a long time since I had seen her last, but I could still recall that day during our senior year in high school. A transfer from a private school in a distant town, the brunette had laughed at me when Dirk Reynolds, the jackass who had tormented me all four years, knocked me down the stone stairs in front of old Edison High. He got detention. I received a week in the hospital and several false teeth.

Well, I grinned, at least I know I’ll get a little satisfaction tonight. Too bad, Jack wasn’t here and doped up as well. I’d really be able to get some **** then.

“Mary.” The brunette looked up at me from her book, her gold-flecked green eyes blinking. It seemed odd that she was carrying a book her with while clubbing. Oh well. “Strip down to your ‘hose and only your ‘hose.”

Nodding, the young woman reached behind her back to undo the buttons of her red dress.

I glanced over at Melissa, the buxom coed perking up as her friend began to undress. No need to cause undue problems, I grinned. Beside, someone had left a real foul mess in the bathroom off the kitchen.

“Melissa.” Her brown eyes turned towards me, round with sudden fear. “Clean the bathroom. Use Mary’s dress to wipe it down.” She nodded slowly and rose from the ratty loveseat.

“And Melissa?”

“Y-yes?” she halted.

“If Mary’s dress isn’t enough to do the job, use that rag you’re wearing as well.”

I laughed as the titian-haired girl snatched up her friend’s red dress and stormed out of the great room, kicking aside empty bottles and cans. That won’t do, I frowned. Someone needs to clean up this damn mess and it won’t be me.

“Katie and Jessica,” I called out to the last two girls. “I want you two to remove the bottles and can littering the floors of this house. You will do it as fast as possible, properly recycling as need be. The longer it takes, the hornier you will get. If you feel the need to masturbate to orgasm, use a bottle, preferably one as full as possible with beer. Then if you orgasm with the bottle, drink the beer. Understand?”

“Y-yes,” the blonde and dark-haired girl stammered.

“That’s ‘yes, sir!’” I barked.

“Yes, sir!” they cried in unison, jumping to their feet. Dashing about the room, they began to pick up the refuse from the party. I turned back to Mary and saw that she was sliding the legs of her ‘hose down to her feet.

“Mary,” I said. “Didn’t I tell you to leave your ‘hose on?”

“Yes,” she gulped, freezing bent over and her ass in the air, her round breasts dangling from her chest. “I - I’m just slipping them down to ankles and off one foot to take my panties off.”

“I can’t allow that,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“What?” the brunette protested. “Then how am I supposed to take my panties off?”

“Well,” I grinned, striding around her and staring at her firm buttocks separated by a creamy white thong, “You might need to tear something or I could give you another option, if you’re interested.”

“Wha-what kind of option?” Mary asked nervously.

“I could fuck your ass,” I chortled, gently humping her backside.