To be a wine decanter.

Zia was taken down to the back of the house, to a perfectly manicured lawn lit by Chinese lanterns and moonlight. There was a twenty-piece orchestra, all women in black Fred Astaire tuxes, matching pants and - no blouses? There were also a number of girls in maid outfits (with dresses, she noted, albeit short ones) tending to the canapes and hors d'oeuvres and taking coats from the guests. All in all she spotted about fourty servants.

Ah, the guests; they looked like they were coming to the grand ball, which caused Zia to chucle because the were no balls among them. They were all women, all decked out in formal gowns, arriving in singles and pairs. Styles ranged from medieval mountains of fabric to skin-tight ultra-modern lace and slinky. More than one was showing nipples, or at least clear outlines thereof. There was also enough jewelry in attendance to make Zia drool.

Trudy, one of the few women over the age of twenty-five present, bustled up to Zia. She was in a low-cut Renaissance dress with a square bodice, wearing a ruby devil-head pendant on a platinum chain that rested at the top of her ample cleavage.

"Are you ready, girl? Do you know what to do?"

"I'm pouring wine, how hard can it be?"

"You're decanting wine, Dear. You sit in this chair here and lift up that pretty apron, then pour the wine like so..."

Trudy sat her down in a chair with a high back and precious little seat, then lifted the girl's leg up onto a leg rest. This left Zia with one leg down and the other up to the side. She lifted Zia's apron and indicated that she was to pour the wine onto her pubic mound just above her clit.

The warm wine tingled as it dripped down her pussy and into long-stemmed crystal bowl glass resting below her cunt. Trudy plucked the glass from between her legs and lifted it to her lips.

"Ah, sweet with just a hint of larceny; a perfect blend."

"You know that's kind of disgusting, don't you?"

"Nonsense; try some."

Zia found herself sipping from the profferred glass. The matron was right; it was a sweet wine, with a touch of something she couldn't identify. But the overall effect was delicious.

Trudy pulled the glass away, "That's enough for you; we can't have the wine decanter getting drunk. And no matter what, everyone drinks from the glass."

A group of a dozen guests showed up just then, requesting wine. Zia began gently pouring wine onto her mound, the warm tingling feeling like pee as it ran over her. Even so, the tingling was getting her thoroughly aroused.

A woman in an elegant toga held up a finger as Zia was about to pour. Zia held the bottle there while the woman gently toyed with her clit, then rubbed her swollen labia. She spread Zia's lips with two fingers.

"In there."

Zia wanted to tell the woman to fuck herself; instead she poured some wine into her wet vagina. It mixed with the liquid already there, the resulting liquid dripping out just a bit thicker while Zia was tingling to her core.

Finally the woman reached up and ticlked Zia's clit for barely a second. Zia came, dripping a tiny dab of her cum into the glass, where it floated in a small bead on top of the wine. The woman took the glass, sniffed it, and smiled a predatory smile.

"Perfect." She sipped deeply, holding the floating bead of cum gently against her lips. "I may have to keep you."