Let's eat ...

“Kristi! You were dressed so pretty and sexy yesterday, but today you look like shit! Clean your face up and make yourself somewhat presentable at least for my guests.”

Kristi rose to her feet and started for the stairs, obviously to do as instructed. “WHOAH! Stop right there! Where do you think you're going?” She meekly replied that she was doing as instructed. “I didn't tell you to go upstairs! I told you to clean yourself up! I guess I need to tell you everything then, since you must be that stupid!” The redness filled Kristi's face, whether from embarrassment or anger, I didn't care. “Use your shirt Kristi! Your shirt is already ruined, you might as well just use it as a cleaning rag.”

Kristi, once again, knelt down in utter shame, and as instructed, grabbed her shirt by the hem. She inspected the cum and spit stained shirt, looking for a somewhat clean area of fabric, then lowered her face and lifted her shirt, pressing it to her face as she wiped away the ruined face painting she had done earlier. She wiped away the dried tears. Without the use of a mirror, she did the best to make herself presentable. The only problem now, was that her shirt was totally ruined. She slowly raised her face, looking for a sign of approval.

“Well! At least your face looks presentable. Now without any warpaint on your face, you look like any plain Jane cock-slut whore on the corner. But that shirt, Kristi! That is sooo unlike you! How dare you present yourself as a perfect hostess, with such crack-whore looking clothes? You took such great pride showing off your cleavage yesterday. So, you should just take that shirt off and show us all what you were teasing us with yesterday!”

The audible gasps of everyone in the room were nearly deafening as Kristi's hands obediently returned to the hem of her thoroughly stained shirt, her hands crossed at the waist, gripping the fabric. Ever so slowly, she raised her arms, pulling the fabric up, first exposing her taut abdomen, and then the undersides of her voluptuous assets. She lingered there for a brief moment, giving everyone a glimpse of black lace bra that supported her melons in an appetizing fashion. Everyone, including Kristi, had to take a second breath, holding it as she resumed her instruction, lifting her arms to fully expose the ripe fruits encased in the tight confines of the black bra. She raised her arms and peeled the useless rag from her arms and tossed it to the side.

The look on Kristi's face had transformed slightly. While there was still embarrassment and humiliation painted on her face, there was a distant glint of excitement and anticipation in her eyes. Even the corners of her lips had curled ever so slightly upward. Damn! She was liking this, I thought to myself! But I wasn't ready to push things into full throttle just yet!

“Kristi! At least now you look like a presentable hostess.” She looked in my direction, never fully making eye contact, appreciative of finally receiving a compliment, after all the degradation she had endured so far. “Since Marcus wasn't here yesterday to see your behavior, I want you to fix each of us a plate of food, and serve it to each of us, along with some drinks, just like you did yesterday! Make sure you bend over and jiggle those tits, and wiggle that ass, just like you did yesterday! Show Marcus, and each of us, how much of a tease you were!”

Without missing a beat, Kristi rose to her feet and made her way over to the table. Just as she had done, yesterday, she prepared two plates at a time, and with a full plate in each hand, she first approached Pete, bending lewdly over in such a way that she nearly stuck her ass in Austin's face, gently placing the plate in Pete's lap, as she allowed him an unobstructed view of her swaying breasts, threatening to spill out of the tight bra. It was nearly comical, watching the plate teeter and wobble over the obvious bulge in Pete's pants. She then turned to Austin, allowing him the same privilege as Pete, balancing his plate in his lap as she wiggled her ass in front of Chad. Kristi winked playfully at Austin, just as she had done yesterday, before returning to the table to prepare two more plates. Marcus saw the teasing wink, as well as the shameless display Kristi had put on the day before. I could see the dejection and humiliation he was feeling, having been played by this no good hussy! My **** was sweeter than could have ever been imagined.

Kristi proceeded to make her way around the room, just as she had done before, practically shoving her breasts in each of my friends' face while wiggling her ass seductively towards one of the others. Just as she had done yesterday, she successfully raised the interest of each of the guests. When she had finished serving the twelve, she returned to the table and made one last plate, spitting secretively into the barbecue sandwich, just as she had done yesterday. However, when she came to serve me the plate, I ordered her to take it to Marcus, who didn't see what she had done. The utter look of terror had crossed her face, when she realized she was about to feed Marcus. She silently pleaded with her eyes to be spared from the ordered task, but I remained firm. She reluctantly turned towards Marcus and made her way towards him, not offering him the same treatment she had the others. “Kristi! Even though Marcus wasn't here yesterday, you will treat him just as you had all my other guests. Marcus is now MY guest.” Kristi bent over obediently and placed, what was supposed to be my plate into his lap and quickly turned away, too ashamed to face him after what she had done, not to mention, having to show him how she had behaved the day before. Her entire ruse had been exposed, and now she lay practically exposed to all my guests. I spared Kristi from making my plate, ordering her to serve the drinks in much the same manner. When she had made all the rounds, she returned to the floor, in her original spot. I made my own plate and drink as Kristi knelt there silently with her hands in her lap and her head lowered in shame.