I scanned the crowd restlessly. It was never easy to find her in the large flood of girls that left the school, and today, it was harder than most. It was the last day of school, and every parent seemed to be there on time. I searched frantically through the crowd of smiling, girlish faces, through the skirt and blouse that was the uniform there, through the many different hair colors, for my girl, Amy.

I was Amy's bodyguard/butler/anything else you could think of. Her parents, being the ever rich bastards they were, left Amy with me as they traveled all over the world in search of fun.

The funny thing was, they only got their money from winning the double lotto and some extremely lucky investments, yet, here they were, spending it so that Amy could go to this prestigious girl's school. Indeed, the prestige was not earned lightly; although it was summer, she had complained to me about the homework she had, which, at a cursory glance, seemed to go all the way up to trigonometry, and never mind that she was still in elementary school.

A tug at my slacks. I looked down. And, lo and behold, there she was, grinning at me. Amy looked to be like a good, normal elementary schooler; straight brown hair reaching down to her chest (I couldn't say breasts yet, there were no sign of those), lush green eyes, and a bit of a lanky gait, emphasized by her long, strong legs, that only served to make her more adorable. One would not have thought this girl was, even here, at the top of her class.

I patted her head as I guided her through this ruckus while also trying to listen to her talk. She kept on complaining about a "Mrs. Barker" and a "Mrs. Hinning" that had given her too much homework, but, in the misty noon sunlight, I could make out her absurdly happy smile. It conveyed to me the innocence of childhood, the time when one could still look forward to a Summer Break, where all was play.

We got into the stylishly black limo, to the envious glares of some of the parents, and I drove off. Here, I could hear here mentally scheduling, out loud, her schedule for the break, with Adele's "Rolling in the Deep" playing in the background. I smoothly navigated the somewhat cramped streets (it was, after all, lunch hour), while mentally conforming my schedule to hers. Well, making a new one altogether; mine was based on hers anyways.

When we finally reached the large manor, complete with its gothic spiked fence, she popped her question. "Can I have friends over this afternoon for a pool party and sleepover? Please?"

She gave me the ol' puppy dog eyes as we were getting out of the car. I pretended to debate over it, head cocked, hand at chin, but it was decided.

"I don't see why not. Why don't you call your friends and see if they're okay with it?"

Amy gave me her style of evil grin, which consisted of smiling normally, but trying to get her eyebrows right. She never did, and it never failed to summon up laughter. "I already called my friends! We've been planning this for a long time!"

As we walked to the large, imposing wooden doors, I rolled my eyes in mock horror. "And you didn't tell me? We could have had a whole thing going, ice sculptures, lobster tails, cocktail shrimp..."

"No!" she slapped me lightly on the arm. Despite her parents more than willingness to adapt the opulent lifestyle of the rich, Amy had seemed...uncomfortable, since the first day I had met her. "It's just a pool party! Except with good food! You can make your pasta again, right?"

I nodded that I could. We were walking through the manor now, that huge maze of rooms and hallways. We only truly used one wing, the largest, and the "backyard", which might have been more rightfully named "forest and sporting center". We arrived at the servant's kitchen, the huge, hidden away area that only servants were supposed to use. Nonetheless, Amy liked taking her meals here, so she could talk as I cooked and cleaned. We had even put a television along one wall, so she could watch if she was angry at me.

She found iCarly, and watched that as I heated up leftover stew while also rolling the dough out for my ever-famous pasta. "Where are your friends going to sleep?" I asked nonchalantly.

She gave a start. "Umm...we can all fit in the master bedroom, I think." Clearly, she hadn't thought of this. No matter. The master bedroom was the size of a small apartment, if you included the humongous bath and the shower. They could easily fit in there. Which reminded me...

"How many...are there...going to be?" Rolling the dough was hard work, and I had to keep stirring and adding things to the beef stew.

Amy was engrossed in the show, and took a while to answer me. "Oh...uhh...I think three. Tracy, Steph, and Chingli. They're all going to bring their things."

I nodded. "When was the last time you cleaned your room?" In reality, I should have, but she had prematurely hit that age when privacy was THE issue. She barely let me do her laundry, but apparently, THAT would have been too much work on her part.

Still partway in Seattle with Carly and co., she took a while to respond again. "They shouldn't care. It's fine."

I raised an eyebrow, but offered no resistance.

We spent the next two hours to the party (she scheduled it at 3:30) preparing everything. My pasta had been stringed, and the sauce had been made, so all that was left was to cook it.

While she sat in her room doing homework, I aired out the games room, took out a bunch of games they would probably be interested in, and heated up the pool and Jacuzzi.

Two hours passed quickly this way, and soon, I met Amy back in the center atrium. She sat on the large staircase, nervously scribbling out a few last minute problems while she contemplated the worst that could happen.

The worst did not happen. The three girls showed up together, on time, just as bouncy and happy as they could be. All were the same age as Amy, but they varied by quite a bit.

Tracy was a saucy looking redhead. Her hair was cut short, and her elbows and knees bore the scratches of a tomboy. Her chest was flat, and a smattering of freckles dotted her cheeks.

Her eyes were green and roaming, and, at the moment, very wide. She wore a bright green t-shirt with a floral design, which clashed terribly with her dark blue basketball shorts.

Stephanie was a shy looking girl. Her stunningly blue eyes seemed very much the doe caught in the headlights, and she swished her long, blonde hair around her face, as if trying to hide behind that golden curtain. She wore a modest blue dress that barely hinted at her beautiful figure.

Chingli was the smallest, but yet, probably the most bold. She was a small, tan Asian doll, shorter than any of the others. Yet a fire burned in those dark brown eyes. She seemed every bit the Asian housewife, the scolding nanny, which contrasted heavily with how she actually looked. It was adorable. She wore very, very short shorts (any shorter, they would have been underwear), and a tight fitting t-shirt. Here was ONE girl who knew how to show off.

I talked with their parents and duly noted each and every quirk and fear that the parents had for their children. I had no doubt that each and every one of them would be ignored, under Amy's orders. Still, I had to reassure them somehow.

As soon as that was finished, I led the babbling group of girls to one of the side bathrooms, while carrying their things. They extracted the swimsuits out of their mess of things (I noticed; each carried a laptop), and I took the bags to the master bedroom.

While once a grand room, the master bedroom had been totally and absolutely girl-ified by Amy's presence. The magnificent, four poster bed had its sheets pink and frilly. The furniture, far from being dark and solemn, was in all shades of light, brighthearted colors. Clothes were strewn all over the place. The carpet was the last stand, as it still carried the darkened colors that this room was meant to have. I sighed as I picked up her clothes. She really had to be more responsible.

Suddenly, my pager vibrated. I checked the screen and, sure enough, it ordered, "Jake, come downstairs." I sighed. She really had to get around to calling me Mr. Jake, at the very least.

Still, I quickly walked down the hallway and down the stairs, to the bathroom they were in. The door was, obviously, closed, and I knocked politely first.

A chorus of squeals. Interesting. "Amy, you called?" I said.

Titters. "Yes, Jake, could you come in please?"

Immediate protest. Shouting over the chorus of denying voices, Amy commanded. "Get in here, Jake, and that's an order!"

She did, indeed have the right to order me around, and, unless it threatened her life or well being, or if she was under the influence, I did have to obey her. So I took my master keyring and unlocked the door, and opened it.

I was treated to the pedophiles dream. A cursory glance showed me the girls in various stages of dress and undress. Tracy was down to her panties, which, I wryly noted, did not fit her tomboy image at all. Cute and pink. Not exactly boyish material. She covered her chest and gave me a glare fit to kill.

Stephanie pushed herself into the corner and appeared to be trying to force herself into the wall. She held her blue one piece swimsuit in front of her, trying to cover herself, and her hair barely let me get a glimpse of her face.

Chingli was frying me with her eyes. She was down to absolutely nothing, but her nudeness appeared to be no problem for her. She focused on me, and held a shoe as if she contemplated throwing it.

I turned to Amy. "You called?"

Amy was nude too, but unabashed about it. This was one thing that confused me; she didn't want me going around her room, but she was totally okay if I wrapped her in her towel after a bath. She held the bottom of her bikini out to me. It had a tie-die design. "It ripped." She explained.

I rolled my eyes and took it from her. From the side of my vision, something flew towards Amy. Quickly, in one smooth move, I pushed her behind me and batted the projectile aside. She fell with a grunt on the cold marble floor. Another thing came flying, and I batted it aside too.

Chingli looked absolutely furious that I had blocked both her shoes. Tracy had grudging respect. I couldn't see how Steph was doing. Apparently, she had been trying her best to get into her one piece, but, as soon as I turned around, she had tried to hide behind the toilet.

I sighed and mentally beat myself for overreacting. Still, it would be worth it if one day those were knives I had blocked. Amy was getting up, and I helped her. "My apologies, Amy." She waved those aside and glared behind me at her friends.

"Here!" she said, shoving the bikini bottoms (which I had dropped) into my hands. She stomped over to her friends as I sat, my back to the girls. Somehow, Amy had ripped the bottoms right where it mattered; down the center. I sighed and took the sewing kit out of my pocket.

A tussling sound came from behind me. I ignored it. Something cloth hit me in the back. I ignored it too. It was taken off. I ignored that.

The sewing was finished. I turned around, and, there were the girls, in their dressed glory, which, incidentally, wasn't very dressed at all. They may well have been nude.

Tracy had taken tomboy to the maximum. Although she had been shy about her breasts before, once she got into some boy's swimming shorts, it was as if they were covered. Her nipples and chest stood out wide for the world to see, and I willed my cock to behave.

Stephanie was the only partially modest one. Still, her baby blue swimsuit clung to her body as if it was her skin, and she blushed as my eyes passed over her.

Chingli wore a very scanty yellow two piece. Had she worn this at a beach, she would have been picked up for indecent exposure. It appeared her suit was three or four sizes too small, and her nipples tried to push through her top.

Amy's tie-died bikini seemed to be competing with Chingli's in "How little can we cover before Jake gives me the spanking of a lifetime?" The neon strings of her top were almost invisible, and it appeared as thin as tissue paper. As she snatched the bottoms away from me, I noticed that they didn't appear to have the padding that most swimsuits usually had.

"May I say, you all look stunning." I said, before leading them to the pool. It was Olympic sized. Tracy, Chingli, and Amy dived and walked in quite easily, but Steph stood at the edge, testing the water uneasily with a toe. I sat on one of the lawn chairs, book on the table next to me. With one eye, I read. With the other, I watched as the three girls in the pool tried to convince shy Stephanie to get in. They had already all swum a lap or two, but there was always one girl getting Stephanie wet.

Amy was getting the toys and floats out of the large box near the pool, and she shivered, even in the heat. I noticed storm clouds were rolling in...

I put the book down, for now. Stealthily, I crept up on Stephanie, who was dancing away from the squirting girls (they had water guns. I promise you, it was water guns) with a shy gracefulness. I was close...too close...

With one move, I scooped her up in my arms. Taking advantage of the force from that, I swept my arms in a great semicircle, tossing Stephanie, who frantically tried to grab at my clothing, into the pool. She somehow managed to pull off a near perfect pencil dive, for which I was thankful for. It would have been bad if she had been hurt in a belly flop.

As the other girls giggled and pointed, Stephanie surfaced, her wet hair flopping over her face. Despite her sudden dunk in the pool, she looked radiant. And, I noticed, happy. She had a big grin plastered over her face as she shook her head free of water. She gave me a smile before going off to join the others.

They had fun in the pool for a while, but water can only do so much. In unison, they marched up to me, splattered me with water, then had me lead them up to Amy's room to take a shower.

Together. The shower was big enough to hold them all at once, thankfully, so I went downstairs to make the pasta.

It was all ready and finished, and getting cool in the giant bowl. I waited. They surely could not have showered for this long? It was beginning to rain, quite hard.

After 5:30, I decided to go check on them. The first thing I noticed, as I walked toward her room, was that her door was closed. She had always pursued an Open Door Policy, named after the American doctrine of the same name. Her door was always open...

I knocked three times, then opened the door.

The scene was...interesting. All four girls crowded around Amy's hot pink MacBook. They were all absolutely naked, and, as I could see, Chingli had already started to masturbate, her face red and sweaty, her hands down at her pussy.

Tracy had been close to Stephanie, their bodies pressed close, and Stephanie's face was extremely red. Still, they both seemed to have enjoyed it, as they were both panting when they saw me. Amy herself was sitting nude, Indian style, in front of the computer. Although I didn't know what she was doing on it, the way she clicked and the way the sudden sexual sounds vanished, I was pretty sure I knew.

Two seconds of silence. Then, all hell broke loose. Stephanie broke from Tracy and tried to cover herself and worm her way into Amy's bed at the same time. Tracy grabbed the nearest thing to her (which, incidentally, was her wet swimsuit), and threw it at me. Chingli, looking furious, threw a book, which I caught. Then Amy joined in.

Against the three pronged assault, I backed away and shut the door, and heard the several thumps as the last few projectiles hit. I closed my eyes, and spoke as softly as possible. "I'll be waiting downstairs, in the dining room. Dinner is ready." Then I went downstairs.

I took an eternity, it seemed, to ponder out the consequences and possible options I had. Firstly, I should probably tell all of their parents, including Amy's. This behavior, although not totally surprising, did happen to come a little early, and I was in a bad position to deal with it. However, I did not want any part in this problem, at all. For one thing, they were actually in positions of power here; if they decided to team up and synchronize their accounts of what happened...

A hand tapped my shoulder. I turned around. Amy stood there, alone, in a green t-shirt and short denim jeans, looking totally ashamed. She seemed to gather up some of her courage before she started. "We're...sorry, Jake. We...it was...well..." She lost her train of thought.

I stared at her emotionlessly, my mind roiling with ideas. "Get them downstairs." I told her. "I'll decide what to do soon."

I set up the table as she got her friends, and they came downstairs. All of them looked correctly mortified, and Stephanie looked even more frightened than usual. I gave them their pasta and poured their drinks in unusual silence, broken only by an accidentally loud slurp. Finally, I decided to take action. Although what they did was unforgivable, this was not how it should be dealt with. It was not my place. I stood up, drawing all of their stares. "I saw nothing upstairs, just then, absolutely nothing. However, I assure you, if I see nothing again, then, perhaps, we may have a problem on our hands. Is this understood?"

A chorus of nods and "yes"s.

"Very good. I will be in the kitchen, cleaning up. Amy may page me when you are done."

When I went back to the table, the girls were chatty and happy as before. They muted themselves slightly as I cleared their plates, but seemed good and happy, for which I was grateful. I gave them their deserts, Haagen-Daz ice cream in a bowl, and left again. Not long after, I was paged again, and cleared their plates.

For a while, the night went smoothly. They went upstairs, back to Amy's room, and I went to the room I usually slept in, directly across from Amy's. I sat there, reading again, and, every half hour or so, I checked on Amy, just in case. They seemed to be playing something along the lines of dress up, so, although sometimes they were indecently nude, it wasn't anything sexual.

It was getting late, and I was about to go to them, when all four marched in the door. It appeared to be Tracy, Amy, and Chingli dragging along Stephanie, who seemed oddly reluctant.

Chingli stood at the foot of the bed which I was one, and faced me. She gave an evil grin before beginning.

"So...we hit upon an idea. What if we told our parents what you had done here, only in a different light? What if we told them about big, bad Jake, who peeped on us dressing? What would happen then?"

"Chingli- "

"Shut up, Amy. What would happen then, Jake?"

I looked at her. "Well, your stories would have to be perfectly synchronized, at the very least. They would also have to match up with the videos from the camera in Amy's room, at least in the big points, such as what you were watching. With this proof on my side, the very least I can do is probably get off clean."

Chingli never faltered. "What if we gave you an easier way out? What if we just wanted one thing, one little thing, from you, one that you are probably willing to give?"

I was intrigued. I doubted that they would actually go through with their threat if it came to that, but I didn't like risks at all. "Do tell."

Stephanie, who had herded herself to the back of the girls, was suddenly pushed forward. "Fuck her," said Chingli with a glint in her eyes. "If you do that, nothing happened here tonight, absolutely nothing."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really? She doesn't look very willing." I gestured to Stephanie. She wore a thin white dress, and what appeared to be nothing underneath. She stared at me intensely, but not with hate. Amy burst out.

"She has a crush on you!"

The other two, Tracy and Chingli, rounded on her, while Stephanie simply stood there turning redder. Looking closely, it appeared that they had dressed her up quite well, with lipstick and rouge and that kind of stuff. As Tracy and Chingli raged on Amy, Stephanie and I had a staring contest.

To my greatest surprise, Stephanie made her own move. She gracefully seemed to float forward, and kissed me straight on the lips. We held it there, a chaste kiss, and, dimly, I noticed the other girls' silence.

We broke the kiss at the first loud clap of thunder. Stephanie looked at me with lustful eyes. "Please, Jake. I want you, I really do. Please?" She guided my hand to her pussy, and I noted she had no panties. The scene had the otherworldly feel of not being real, and so, like the fool I was, I went along with it.

One of the other three peeled off my pants and boxers, but I had no eyes for her. Stephanie and I kissed again, a deeper, more sexual kiss, and her hands went to unbutton my shirt. I felt hands on my cock, and still ignored them.

Stephanie seemed extremely reluctant to get her dress off, despite the fact that (now), the rest of us were naked. The other three girls had taken the time to strip, and now sat in various positions, posed to masturbate.

I didn't force her. Instead, I made her stand up, and put my head between her legs, inside her dress. Her warm, soft vagina beckoned to me, and so I went. I ran a tongue up and down her tiny crack, and used my hands to massage the sides of it. She shivered, and her legs began to tremble. I took a bit more incentive, and thrust my tongue in, deeper and deeper, and my fingers held her labia aside, showing me her beautiful, pink, wet pussy.

My tongue was inside her when she orgasmed. With a squeal, Stephanie mashed my head against her vagina, forcing my tongue and fingers in deeper. I felt her juices flow out, tasted her most intimate parts. She made several choked sounds, as if she just couldn't find out how to express her pleasure the most, and settled on a long, drawn out sigh.

I came out from under her dress, and met her baby blue eyes. She put her hands on the side of my face and leaned down to kiss me. Then, she pushed me, gently, to the bed again, so I lay down, my cock pointing to heaven.

After she had stripped, she got on to bed with me. Stephanie was clearly inexperienced, though. She stared at my cock with wide eyes, and touched it several times. She looked at me.

"Should I...I mean...do you want me to..."

I patted her on the head. "Whatever you want, Stephanie. We can stop right now, and we can both leave happy."

Somehow, this hardened her resolve. Her eyes shined with newfound steel. "No! I came here to make love with you, and I will!" In a rashly unintelligent move, she slammed her mouth down on my cock, hard, forcing it halfway down her throat. Her gag reflex triggered, and it was a sign of her determination that she didn't vomit. As it was, she coughed several times, and I had to pat her on the back. "Are you okay?" She tried to convey that she was. I think.

I heard giggling from the floor, and turned my heated gaze upon the other three. They looked at me innocently, but, oh, I only had eyes for Amy. Amy, who I had been taking care of for three years now. Despite all we had been through together, despite all the times I had seen her naked, I had never seen her in a sexual light until now. She lay on her back, legs pushed to her head, and both hands furiously worked at her vagina. It was only now that I found I loved her, in more than I had shown before, buried underneath my other emotions.

Still, it was Stephanie I was loving now. She decided to try again at my cock, and succeeded now. She was unprofessional, but good nonetheless, treating my cock as a lollipop, it seemed.

I twitched a bit every time she touched the sensitive head, and her hand gently went up and down the long shaft.

It felt too good, her innocent, soft hands rubbing my long, hard, thing. Her eyes would lock onto mine, every once in a while, and there was always a question there, it seemed. "Am I doing this well enough? Should I do better?"

And that was what drove me over the edge. "Cumming." I managed to inform her in a husky voice, right before my hips thrust and I came. It splattered all over. The first bit went into her mouth, but she spit it onto my legs. The rest just kind of went over her face and my waist area. She looked at me reproachfully.

I patted her head and apologized. "Sorry, Stephanie. Still, if it's any good, you were great." I gave her a soft kiss, and no matter where her mouth had been last.

She seemed stunned, not moving as the other three girls crowded around me, trying to get a taste of the weird white stuff. Tracy looked thoughtful, Chingli grimaced, but Amy surprised me. She seemed to love it, scooping it and eating it like pudding. When they were finished, my cock was hard again.

Stephanie, looking absolutely radiant now (I wouldn't have been surprised if she had started to glow right about now), positioned herself right above my cock. With an expression of glee on her face, she began to lower herself slowly, ever so slowly, onto me.

She never made it. "Hey!" Chingli exclaimed. "We already decided! Only one per person!" She roughly pushed Stephanie aside. Stephanie looked hurt, but, more than that, she looked denied, a drug addict without her drug. Chingli positioned herself the way Stephanie had, and began to lower herself in the same way. Her Asian features could only be said to be triumphant. In a low, barely audible voice, she said, "I've already lost my virginity, to my favorite dildo. You don't have to worry about anything like that. Just go fast and hard..."

To the side of me, on the bed, Tracy and Amy kissed passionately, their legs locked together, their bodies pressed close. Interesting. I had harbored a suspicion that Tracy was a lesbian, but Amy? Hmm...

But my attention was mostly focused on Chingli now. As she lowered herself, I decided to surprise her. When she bottomed out (I was surprised that she could! I didn't think my large cock could fully fit in her tiny, soft, tight pussy), I pushed myself up, pulled her in, and assumed the missionary position. She gave me a disproving look.

Which eventually evolved into a lustful look. As I moved, harder and harder and harder, her eyes glazed and her mouth lolled open.

"Harder!" she whispered, "Even harder!"

I obliged her, punishing her pussy as hard as I could. My hands found her nipples and played with them. Her hand found her clit and began to move.

We were almost flailing by the time she came, her vagina spasming hard. I came inside her, deep, deep, deep inside her, and she muttered something as the hot flow began to leak out.

I pulled out of her with a little *splut*. She collapsed. "Oh...that was so much better than my dildo!"

I noticed Tracy and Amy had probably finished as well. They had stopped moving, and instead, lay on top of each other. Chingli looked to them. "Either of you want to do him tonight? Amy, you have the chance every day, but what about you, Tracy?"

Tracy shook her head vigorously, her red hair flying about her head. Yep, I decided, she was lesbian. Amy surprised me. She eyed my cock with absolute lust before moving her head slowly from side to side. She muttered something like "Now isn't the right time" before jumping off Tracy and running back to her room. Tracy followed. Stephanie had been masturbating, and her pussy was dripping juice. She tried to get back on the bed, get me into her, but Chingli stopped her. "Stop it, Stephanie! You've had enough for tonight! You live close, come back later and fuck him. It's getting late. Let's go." Stephanie seemed reluctant to follow the tiny Asian tigress.

And then there was one. I cleaned everything up, turned off the lights, and took a short shower. My mind roiled with the implications of what I had done, but I decided sleeping would take care of it. As the storm continued, outside my window, a storm continued in my head, a storm of emotions, of problems, of implications.

Of Amy and her friends.