The pregnant bride

Your caller ID says Sara. It's three in the morning local time. You answer groggily.

"I'm so excited Tara! I'm pregnant!"

After some obligatory oo'ing you say "Congratulations, Sara."

"I can't wait. I just know he's going to be perfect."

"It's a boy?"

"Way to early to check, but I just know."

"I can't wait to meet him. I'm so excited for your wedding."

She pauses. "What time is it wherever you are?"

"Three in the morning."

"Oh, I'm sorry didn't mean to wake you."

"I was actually already awake going over some business proposals."

"I'll let you go. Besides, I need to call Di. Did you hear she signed that contract."

"Really, it'll be weird seeing her having sex on the screen."

"She seems really excited about it. Anyway I'll see you at the wedding get some sleep."

You decide to take her advice.

You are fairly certain that was the last time in the last two weeks you slept. As your private jet begins its descent, you realize you need some help, an assistant, maybe two.

You pull into the wedding in time for your instructions as a bridesmaid.

You look over at Di. She looks like the glamorous sexpot she is being touted as. She fills the orange satin dress perfectly. It looks like it is painted on. Her lips are full and bright red. Her dirty blond hair nicely contrasts her dark tan. Somehow you just know there are no tan lines.

Sara comes up to you. You can't resist rubbing her belly.

The ceremony is both quick and beautiful. Just being near Sara has made you feel invincible. You finish pictures, leave the bride and groom and head back for hors d'oeuvres. That's when you see her.

She has to be in her early twenties. She has average breasts, a nice face, and long shapely legs. The most interesting thing about her though is her heart. She desires wealth more than anything else. She will make a perfect assistant.

You make your way toward her. As you move in she sees you.

"Hello Miss Banks, I'm a huge fan."

Not surprising, those who desire money all know you.

"Hello, call me Tara and you are?"

"Karen, Miss Banks, I mean Tara."

"Karen, would you be in need of a job? I very much need an assistant. I'm sure you'll find the pay exceptional. I'll even throw in a thousand dollar bonus."

"Are you serious? Oh, my god yes."

"If you would be so kind as to follow me."

You take her to the coat closet, and have her sign a contract. You want to test her loyalty to your coin. You have no desire for her, but she is very straight.

"Karen if would be so kind as to lick my pussy."

"You want me to what?"

"With what I'm paying you I want you to do anything I ask."

"Um...yes Miss Banks."

You give her access and she is soon licking away. Despite no experience and an obvious distaste, she is doing a wonderful job. You soon come. Although it is more from the knowledge you own Karen, than her licking.

You enjoy the rest of the wedding.