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All - This is a fun little chapter that I couldn't
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John Carter
By
Lazlo Zalezak
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezak, 2003


Part 2: Mantle Of Aries
Chapter 19

Beth arrived at the house tired from a horrible day of work. There 
had been a major car accident. She had personally attended three 
people, each of whom required extensive work to treat. Kelly was 
not in much better shape. Beth turned to Kelly, "I hope the guys 
are home tonight. We both could use a little pampering."

Kelly sighed, "You know them. When they are hot on the trail of 
something, it is a no holds barred war."

"I think we are going to have to train them on how to treat their 
wives like queens."

Kelly said as she laughed, "From what I understood, Queens 
weren't treated all that well by their Kings. Maybe we ought to aim 
at being treated like mistresses."

"Well, let's get our royal asses into the house."

The women exited the car and walked into the house. They were 
greeted by Bill, the secretary/accountant that they had hired to take 
care of the bothersome tasks of dealing with telephone calls and 
bills. He addressed them, "My ladies, the lords of the manner have 
requested your presence for dinner at eight tonight. Your 
attendants shall come to your rooms at seven to assist you in 
dressing for the event."

Beth and Kelly looked at each other in surprise. Ladies? Lords? 
Attendants? It didn't make sense to them. Beth asked, "What shall 
we do until seven?"

Bill replied, "Wine, cheese, and sliced fruits have been delivered to 
your rooms. Bob and I shall be happy to give you a massage after 
you bathe."

Beth smiled at the reminder. John had insisted that everyone on the 
staff learn how to give massages. Kelly and she had always had the 
women perform the massages, but she knew that tonight they 
would be busy in the kitchen. Beth replied, "That would be fine."

"Excellent my Lady. Bob and I shall come to your rooms at half 
past six."

Beth and Kelly giggled and headed to their rooms. Outside their 
doors were trays with the pre-dinner snacks and glasses of wine. 
The trays were on small tables set beside the door. There was one 
ironclad rule in the house. No one was allowed into the private 
room of another without the express permission and presence of 
the owner of that room. That rule applied to staff and each other. 

Beth opened her door and took the tray into her room. She saw 
Kelly doing the same thing, but Kelly took a moment to take a sip 
of wine. Beth closed the door and stripped. It was only a few 
minutes before six and she decided that she was going to stay 
naked until her attendants arrived. She put in an Enya CD in the 
stereo and turned it on to a nice pleasing volume. She sat down in 
her comfort chair and started on the snacks. She could feel the 
tension escaping from her body.

She went into the bathroom and took a shower. It was a quick 
shower, as she preferred to spend her time relaxing in a chair and 
enjoying some quiet time. She knew that Kelly would have 
immediately started a bath and would spend her time relaxing in it 
with music and her fruit. Instead, she turned on all of the jets in the 
shower and stood in it for a few minutes with her arms up in the air 
as the warm water pulsed against every inch of her body. Her 
whole body tingled from the sensations. 

She returned to the sitting room and slowly worked on the fruit 
plate and glass of wine. She had gone from being tired, weary, and 
unloved to being relaxed, happy, and loved in just twenty minutes. 
Her massage would start in ten minutes, but for now, she enjoyed 
the private time alone.

A knock on the door broke her out of her reverie. She thought 
about putting on a robe, but decided that it was just a waste of 
time. She opened the door to find Bob with one of the portable 
massage tables. He pulled it into the room and quickly set up. "My 
Lady, if you would please get face up on the table while I turn 
down the lights. I have decided to give you a powder massage 
rather than a hot oil massage. I believe that will feel better under 
your evening attire. Does that meet with your approval?"

"Yes," she replied as she climbed onto the table lay on her back. 
She loved how he worked the rest of the body before turning his 
attention to her back. 

Bob began his massage with her face, running his hands along 
individual muscles. No matter how many times he massaged a 
woman, he couldn't help getting an erection. The act of giving a 
massage was sexy to an extreme, but he never did anything to 
jeopardize his position. He had worked as a handyman, auto-
mechanic, and gardener in the past. He loved each job, but hated 
doing any one of them full time. Now he had his perfect job. He 
was in charge of a fleet of cars, all of the gardening, and repairs to 
the house. He worked at his pace under very understanding bosses. 
He had learned to give massages and be a security guard. He was 
given his own room, with a door that opened only to his palm 
print. His co-workers were sexually liberated and it was seldom 
that he spent a night alone. 

In the living room, John and Ed were talking with the group of 
people that had come to help them dress. John stated, "We can set 
up reservations for you at Maria's Cantina. It has great Mexican 
food."

Greg interrupted, "We had discussed this on the way here. We 
brought our costumes with us. We are all very good entertainers. 
We juggle, play renaissance music, dance, tell stories, and act as 
servants. We would really enjoy playing a background role in your 
evening."

Ed turned to John. "They're really serious."

John smiled, "That would be great. I'll have to check with 
Marguerite to see what she can do about feeding you."

Chrissy smiled, "We brought peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. 
You don't need to worry about us."

Marguerite came out of the kitchen at hearing her name. "What 
was that about checking with me?"

"Oh, it was about feeding them," replied John. He knew that she 
had probably cooked three times as much food as they would ever 
eat, but that she would complain about having to feed others at the 
last minute. He added, "but there's no need. They brought peanut 
butter and jelly sandwiches."

Marguerite exploded, "They are going to eat that crap when I, the 
best chef in the state, is cooking? No way, I have more than 
enough to feed them."

Ed laughed, "So it is decided."

Greg looked at the table and suggested, "Why don't you and Ed 
take it easy while we set up this room appropriate for a feast for a 
pair of lords and their ladies?"

"Sounds good to me. When Marguerite can spare Ling, she will 
take you upstairs to a pair of rooms where you may change your 
clothes."

Marguerite exploded and stated, "I can not spare Ling. We are 
preparing a major meal."

One of the men raised his hand, "I graduated from the American 
Culinary Institute in New York. Perhaps I can help."

Marguerite looked at him in surprise and considered the offer. 
"Yes, come into the kitchen and we'll get you ready to work."

Greg sidled up to John and asked in a low voice, "Uh, just so that 
there isn't any confusion, would you prefer us to act tame, randy, 
or wild?"

"Uh, what's the difference?"

"Well, in a tame acts we tell jokes and do things that you would 
allow children to attend. When we're randy, we tell off color jokes 
and sing ribald songs. When we act wild we start tame, move to 
randy, and then later, there's fondling and, on occasion, some 
nudity or more."

John laughed, "Wild of course! We want you to have as much fun 
as us."

Ed and John headed towards their rooms to clean up and relax for a 
few minutes. The evening was working out better than they had 
planned. John wanted it to be fun, risqué, and unique. It sounded 
like that was going to happen. 

John showered and trimmed his beard before relaxing in his sitting 
room. It was sparsely decorated. A single chair and small table was 
the entire furnishings. Some pictures drawn by Karla were hung on 
the wall in individual picture frames. They followed her 
development from the first picture she had drawn of him to the 
latest portrait she had painted. Looking at the pictures made him 
feel good.

His casual appreciation of the art was interrupted by a knock on the 
door. He opened it to find a smiling Greg standing in front of him. 
Greg was still in his street clothes. Greg rubbed his hands together 
and stated, "Let's get started."

He proceeded to hand clothes to John and adjusted their fit each 
piece at a time. The transformation took some time, but the effect 
was even better than in the store. John stood there looking like a 
lord of old. The addition of a large ducal ring and the knife in the 
belt completed the look. Greg suggested, "Wear the medallion on 
the outside, which is how a Lord would wear one."

John decided to have a little fun. He challenged Greg, "If you can 
reach in and pull it out, I'll wear it out."

Greg reached up and touched the chain to the medallion.  Almost 
immediately, his vision blurred and he felt queasy. He was about to 
steel himself and then realized that if the medallion didn't want to 
be shown to the world, that it would be best if he didn't force it. As 
soon as he made that decision, his vision returned and his 
queasiness disappeared. He removed his hand from the chain, 
"Amazing. I've never experienced anything like that. Is it magic?"

John simply stated, "I am a Druid and the medallion is a gift from 
the Gods and Goddesses that I serve."

Greg considered the answer for a minute and realized that the guy 
dressing Ed was a Druid. He wondered how he would have reacted 
to the amulet. He was about to make a comment about Jim, but 
decided that he would be better off not saying a word.

In Ed's room, Ed was confronted with someone that thought he 
was a druid. His truth sense told him that Jim actually believed that 
he was a druid. Ed decided to politely dissuade him from making 
the claim around John. He stated, "Jim, I would prefer if you 
would call yourself a pagan wise one while in this house."

Jim replied politely, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize that you have a 
problem with Druids. I will let it be known to the rest of the group 
that they should address me differently tonight. I did not mean to 
cause offense."

Ed laughed while stating, "Oh boy. You don't understand. I am a 
Druid. John is the highest ranking Druid in the world."

Jim looked puzzled. "You should greet me like a brother then."

Ed, still undressed, stated, "Touch my medallion if you can."

Jim, unsuspecting, reached out and touched the medallion. For a 
full minute, he stood in place like stone. He fell to the floor in pain. 
In anguish, he cried out, "What was that?"

Ed asked, "What happened to you?"

Jim stared at him with large eyes. "I was in a meadow, next to a 
stream. A naked woman was there, gesturing to me. When I 
approached, she told me to come to her at the appointed time and 
place. If I missed the appointment, I would experience pain that 
would be unbelievable. She gave me a taste of it and then I was 
back here."

"Was there a man there?"

"No."

Ed smiled and stated, "Then you are chosen to serve the Goddess. 
You are now an initiate and may refer to yourself as such. I will 
give you directions on how to make your appointment."

Jim stared at Ed still in shock. With a slight tremor in his voice, he 
asked, "How am I supposed to address you?"

Ed smiled at Jim, then answered, "You may address me as Ed."

 The surprisingly simple answer reassured Jim considerably. He 
changed the topic by stating, "If I may dress you now."

Down the hallway, Kelly opened the door to find a rather large 
woman standing in front of her carrying a huge pile of boxes. She 
had expected one of the household staff. Her surprise at finding 
someone that she didn't know was quite evident.  The woman 
asked, "My Lady, are you ready to be dressed?"

Somewhat confused, Kelly invited the woman into her room. The 
woman introduced herself, "I'm Sarah, my Lady. I've been chosen 
to attend to you this evening by Lord Ed."

Kelly nodded, "Thank you Sarah. What should I do?"

Sarah smiled, "Nothing, my Lady. Just allow me to dress you."

"Can't I dress myself?"

"I doubt that you could, my Lady. Lord John had suggested that 
you have a man servant, but he learned that the men had 
difficulties enough removing the clothes that they could do nothing 
to assist you in dressing."

Kelly really looked surprised at that. She asked, "The dress tonight 
is that complex?"

In answer, Sarah looked through the boxes and pulled out a white 
silk dress. She helped Kelly into it while saying, "This, my Lady is 
the under-dress. You will wear two of these to help fill out the rest 
of the attire. A bra and panties is not appropriate for this kind of 
wear."

She proceeded to put layer after layer of clothes on Kelly while 
telling her the function of each piece of clothing. Kelly's delight in 
the clothes grew as each layer transformed her from a twentieth-
century woman to a medieval babe. The clothes, particularly the 
girdle, pushed her breasts up and together giving her a very 
pleasing cleavage. The last clothing item to go on was the shoes 
that were more like slippers. Finally, they were done with the 
clothes. 

Sarah opened the last box and examined the contents. She pulled 
out a very ornate headdress and draped it over Kelly's hair. She 
selected a very long necklace that drew the eye straight to Kelly's 
cleavage. The hand flower had metal links in an intricate pattern 
that ran from a bracelet to a ring. The last to go on was a waist 
chain with little bells that twinkled when she walked. 

 Sarah stepped back and looked at Kelly. Her eyes were moist and 
her voice emotional as she stated, "You are so beautiful. They must 
really love you to spend so much on a single outfit for a single 
night. Now go to a mirror and look at yourself, my Lady."

Kelly stood in front of the mirror looking at the wondrously 
beautiful woman looking back at her. She couldn't believe her 
eyes. She turned to Sarah asking, "Tell me, is that woman in the 
mirror really me?"

"Yes, my Lady."

"Amazing. I feel like the princess in a fairy tale."

Sarah smiled. "Yes, my Lady. You are the princess in a fairy tale. 
Now, if there is nothing else that you require of me, I must go 
dress for this evenings festivities."

"Go on," replied Kelly still looking in the mirror at her reflection. 
She hardly heard the door close behind her. The image of walking 
through an enchanted forest came unbidden to her mind. She gave 
in to the sudden urge to walk through the atrium and the plants 
there. She slipped out her door and entered the nearest path 
through the plants.

As she cleared the last turn before the bench in the center of the 
atrium, she saw Beth headed in her direction. Both women cried, 
"My goodness, you're lovely."

They ran to each other and embraced. Tears of happiness ran down 
their cheeks. Both were overwhelmed at the surroundings and the 
care that had been taken to make them feel special. For the 
moment, they were in an enchanted forest. Beth wiped away a tear 
as she stated, "Look at us. We're weeping for no reason."

"Those two are amazing," replied Kelly. John and Ed never ceased 
to amaze her. She laughed, "At least we got our Royal Asses in the 
house in time to experience this."

Beth laughed as she remembered the conversation in the car. She 
added, "We had better get our Royal Asses to the dining room."

When they reached the dining area, a man, they did not know, 
dressed in a simple costume announced them. "Lords and guests. 
Lady Beth and Lady Kelly present themselves."

Turning to the ladies, he stated, "My Ladies, your seats await you 
at the high table."

They entered the dining room. The tables had been arranged with 
one across the back of the room with a table along each end 
running perpendicular. Chairs were on one side of the tables only. 
Behind the tables, guests were bowing or curtseying according to 
gender. John and Ed were in half bows with a hand outstretched 
for the ladies to take. The women joined the men and sat down at 
the head table with them. The guests straightened up and then 
seated themselves. John turned to the women seated between Ed 
and him, "You ladies are visions that would make angels cry at 
your beauty."

Beth and Kelly each hugged the man closest to them with tears in 
their eyes. They were overwhelmed by the amount of effort the 
men had put into this evening. It made them feel guilty that they 
had been complaining earlier.

Beth hardly recognized Bill when he came to the table and poured 
her wine. She had a small pitcher that contained wine set next to 
her glass. She noticed similar small pitchers next to the glasses all 
along the table.  One of the guests suddenly stood and raised his 
glass, "A toast for our Lords and their beautiful Ladies! May you 
have a long life filed with happiness and prosperity!"

The toast was seconded by all of the guests, "Here! Here!"

Those at the high table took their glasses and raised them to 
receive the toast. A small sip later, the glasses were set down. 
Marguerite came out of the kitchen dressed in the peasant costume, 
"Lords, Ladies, and Guests. The first course tonight is a wonderful 
little Endive Salad with sliced fruits to wake the palate for the rest 
of tonight's culinary adventure."

Two serving wenches came out of the kitchen carrying two plates 
each. These were delivered to the head table. They made several 
more trips to provide food for each of the guests. Comments that 
were complimentary to the food and the serving wenches were 
heard around the room. The salad was simple and wonderful.

When a person finished their salad, one of the serving wenches 
came and removed the plate. When a glass was less than half full, 
Bill came by to fill it. People would get up and walk around only 
to stop at someone's chair and talk. The man who had made the 
toast, wandered over to John, "My Lord, if you would care for a 
little music with your dinner, I shall have the musicians brought 
in."

Kelly clapped her hands in delight, "Oh that would be so 
wonderful."

John smiled, "I can't refuse Lady Kelly anything tonight."

The man nodded and left the room. Beth looked around and 
exclaimed, "Hey, different people are at the table."

John and Ed winked at each other as the musicians entered the 
room. They seated themselves in four chairs near the corner of the 
room. After a few minutes for them to be settled, they started 
playing some nice music.

Marguerite entered the room after the music had started. In an 
official voice, she announced, "Lords, Ladies, and Guests! The 
second course tonight is a wonderful Beef and Barley soup served 
within a bowl made of rye bread."

Beth giggled at the formality of the announcement. She was really 
enjoying the entire spectacle. She realized that Marguerite was 
enjoying it just as much or even more so. She looked around the 
room and realized that Ling and Bill were seated amongst the 
guests. She realized what was happening. The guests and servants 
were switching places to make the banquet look like more people 
attended.

The soup was delivered by another serving wench. The woman 
curtsied in front of John as she set the soup in front of him. It took 
Kelly a second to realize that it was Sarah in full costume. Her 
large build filled out the outfit in all of the right places. She 
watched as Sarah served another one of the guests. This guest 
fondled her as she bent over to serve him and stated in a loud 
enough voice to carry through the whole room, "You're a fine 
looking wench. Big enough for a man to grab onto when he lays 
with her at night. What say you, come to my room later tonight?"

Sarah peered over the edge of the table. She laughed as she teased, 
"I may be big enough for a man to grab onto, but the real question 
is if you're man enough for me to know that you're there. If my 
eyes do not deceive me, the answer is nay."

Laughter rose from every corner of the room as Sarah tossed a hip 
in the man's direction and strutted into the kitchen. John watched 
Beth and Kelly out of the corner of his eye. When the exchange 
had started, he noticed Kelly tense up and then break into laughter 
by the end. Beth was smiling so hard that her face was starting to 
hurt.

They ate their soup and talked at a leisurely pace. The bowl made 
of bread was large, but contained a surprisingly small portion of 
soup. A ten-course meal could not have huge servings for each 
course. Beth not knowing what was in store for her, started eating 
the bowl. After she had taken a few bites, Ed leaned over and 
whispered in her ear, "You might want to leave some room. There 
are eight more courses to come."

Beth looked at him in shock. "Eight more courses?"

Kelly heard her comment and turned to John. "This is a ten-course 
meal?"

John laughed as he stated, "Why do you think Marguerite is so 
happy?"

The soups were cleared from the tables. One of the musicians 
stood and requested, "If My Lord does not object, we shall take our 
break now."

John waved a hand in a royal fashion. One of the guests rose and 
told a limerick that was rather lame. Another guest rose and told a 
much better limerick. For the next ten minutes, the guests 
challenged each other with limericks. Cheers were given for good 
ones and insults were bandied about for the bad ones. Nudges were 
passed for the naughty ones. 

When the laughter had died down, Marguerite entered the room 
again. She yelled, "Lords, Ladies, and Guests! The third course 
tonight is a Roast of Beef served with mashed Turnips and Peas in 
a light cream sauce." 

A serving wench and a peasant man brought food to the high table. 
They set the plates in front of them. The peasant surprised 
everyone by patting the serving wench on the bottom with a hand 
covered in flour. She screamed, "Aye, you knave. You got flour on 
my bum. How am I to get that off?"

The peasant replied, "I'll be more than happy to spank your bum 
till all of the flour is gone."

She retorted, "That is how it got there in the first place. If you try 
spanking that flour off, we'll be here all night and I won't be fit for 
a tumble in the hay for a week!"

The whole room burst out in laughter. She turned her backside to 
Ed and stated, "My Lord, would you care to spank the flour off my 
bum?"

Beth and Kelly burst out laughing. Almost as one they said, "Go 
for it, Lord Ed."

Ed blushing furiously gave her a couple of light smacks on the 
behind. She made a big production of each swat. When he stopped 
she looked at him over her shoulder and stated, "My Lord, I think 
you missed a spot."

Ed gave her one more. "There you go, wench!"

"You can do that to me all night long, my Lord. In fact, please do 
that to me all night long."

Ed's blush deepened as she sauntered back to the kitchen. John was 
laughing so hard that he was having difficulty staying in his chair. 
Kelly was laughing almost as hard. Beth turned to Kelly and 
stated, "I like the way that wench thinks!"

They started eating the roast beef. John called out to Ed, "I see they 
burned yours."

Ed retorted, "I see they forgot to cook yours."

It was their standard comment about how each of them liked their 
food. Kelly and Beth smiled at each other. After a whispered 
conversation between the two, Kelly signaled Bill over to the table. 
When he arrived, she asked him to lean over so that she could 
whisper something in his ear. After a minute of whispered 
conversation, Bill laughed and stated, "Yes, my Lady."

Bill left the table and went into the kitchen. After this, the course 
was eaten in a leisurely fashion. The conversation around the table 
was animated and friendly. It was also very subtle. Beth was 
watching the guests as they ate. She suddenly realized that there 
was an undercurrent to the discussions. 

She whispered to Kelly. They watched as one of the female guests 
at the end of the table was pressing her breasts together and up 
while making kissing gestures to a man seated at the other table. 
When the man next to her would turn to her, she snapped to 
attention and looked like she was listening to every word he said. 
When he turned to talk to the guest on his other side, she reached 
up and pulled the top of her top down lower so that more of her 
breasts were shown. Beth and Kelly whispered their observations 
to the Ed and John. 

They watched with delight at the action before them. When the 
men turned to their right, the woman seated there would look and 
listen attentively. When the men turned to their left, the woman 
would resume flirting with the man across the table. Meanwhile, 
the man would be caressing the breast of the woman to his left 
while she would be discreetly rubbing him under the table. The 
same scene was being played out in various ways around the room. 
The near catches were very funny as people made up implausible 
excuses for their behavior. These people were definitely having fun 
playing their parts.

Somehow in the midst of all the fun and games around the table, 
the dishes had been cleared without them noticing. It was quite a 
surprise when Marguerite came out to announce the fourth course. 
"Lords, Ladies, and Guests. The fourth course tonight is a light 
salad to cleanse the palate for the next course."

She was about to leave when Bill came to attention by the high 
table, "Just a moment. A complaint about the last course was 
registered by the Lords."

Marguerite replied, "Nay, tell me it is not so!"

Kelly stated, "It is so. Lord Ed noted that Lord John's meat was 
uncooked. Lord John noted that Lord Ed had been served meat that 
was overcooked."

John and Ed looked at each other in puzzlement. Beth continued 
where Kelly had stopped, "I think a punishment is in order."

The whole room shouted it agreement, "Quite rightly."

Greg stood, "My Ladies, I heard the Lords discussing their lunch 
and how this wench had forgotten to prepare it for them!"

Kelly looked at Marguerite and questioned, "Is this so?"

Marguerite meekly stated, "Aye, my Lady. It is so."

Since neither Kelly nor Beth knew what punishment had been 
dreamed up by Marguerite and Bill, they knew they would have to 
turn it over to him somehow. They didn't want to get John or Ed 
into the discussion, so Kelly took the lead, "My Lords, let us not 
dirty our hands with punishing this wench. Allow Bill to come up 
with a proper punishment!"

John caught on. "Of course, however, I must warn you that the 
punishment should fit the crime!"

Bill bowed and stated, "As you command, my Lord."

The musicians returned to play while the food was being served. 
This time, they sang while playing their instruments. The songs 
were of a ribald nature with themes of cheating husbands and 
wives. One song that was particularly funny was about a couple 
that cheated on each other only to discover their cheating had been 
with each other. Before the last song had finished, the salads were 
eaten and the plates were cleared from the tables.

Ling came out from the kitchen. She shouted, "Lords, Ladies, and 
Guests. The fifth course tonight is a simple White Fish Filet with 
an Almond Sauce on a bed of greens. It is accompanied by 
steamed carrots."

Sarah was the serving wench for this course. She came to the table 
in front of John and stepped back with a frown. She stated, "Does 
my Lord not wish to participate in the customary fifth course flirt?"

John looked a little startled and inquired, "I fear that I am not 
familiar with this custom. Please explain it to me."

"My Lord, when the wench comes to serve the fifth course, the 
men are to hold their right hand out like so." She held a hand out 
with the first finger crooked like a hook with the barb pointed 
downward. She winked at him, "The rest is up to the serving 
wench."

John, puzzled, held his hand in the fashion she had instructed him. 
Smiling, as she set the plate in front of him, she positioned herself 
so that the top of her blouse was caught by her finger. Stepping 
back and up exposed her breasts for John to see. She held that pose 
of about ten seconds and stepped further back pulling the blouse 
from his grasp thereby covering her breasts. Kelly and Beth burst 
out laughing at his blush. 

Sarah went to Ed. Beth nudged him in the side and he stuck his 
hand out in the same way. She carefully set the plate down and 
stepped back. Nothing had been exposed. She taunted, "I saw you 
spank that wench earlier. I'm not that kind of woman!"

She flounced off towards the kitchen leaving a speechless Ed 
sitting there. After a few seconds, he burst out laughing with the 
rest of the room. He turned and saw that John was still blushing 
and started laughing even harder. He cracked, "Hey, at least I got 
to touch!"

That set off the whole room into another fit of laughter. Sarah went 
around the room serving the fish. Some men she let expose her and 
others she didn't. For those that she didn't, she always had a witty 
reason. 

Kelly and Beth were having a great time. John and Ed were paying 
attention to them. The guests were entertaining. The food was great 
and the wine was quite heady. During this course, women were 
sitting in men's laps while being fondled. Tops were opened and 
closed with regularity.

The course was finished in record time. A couple of the guests 
were banging on the tables shouting, "Bring out the Bard! Bring 
out the Bard!"

The young man helping in the kitchen came out carrying a harp. 
He seated himself and began to sing. The first song was a rousing 
recital of a great war between invading Vikings and a small 
village. The next song was a love song about a fair maiden and her 
poor suitor. The song had more than one couple hugging and 
kissing by the end.

Ling came out from the kitchen. She shouted, "Lords, Ladies, and 
Honored Guests. The sixth course is a seafood crepe."

Small plates with a crepe filled with crab were brought to the table 
by male servants. Kelly pouted when hers was served. She asked, 
"Is there not a sixth course tease for the women?"

John heard her comment and stated, "Lord, Ladies, and Honored 
Guests, a suggestion to start a tradition of a sixth course tease for 
women has been put forth. I concur. Henceforth, let there be a 
sixth course tease for women."

Ed seconded, "The Gods love a randy woman!"

Kelly put forth her hand with a finger hooked downwards. The 
servant got the idea. He hooked the top of his breeches in her 
finger and pulled back a little. Kelly looked down and sighed, "Ah, 
it's asleep."

When it was Beth's turn, she repeated the process. The rather 
embarrassed young man gave her a nice glimpse. "I think it's 
waking! I'm sure that by the time he gets to Sarah it shall be fully 
awake and standing at attention."

The room laughed. The high table started to work on their crepes. 
Their attention was grabbed when a screech came from the end of 
the room. Sarah shouted, "My Lady was right! He's wide-awake 
and standing tall. He's even fat. What more could a woman want?"

The room laughed when Sarah stood up and grabbed his arm. She 
pulled him out of the room, although it was clear that he was not 
complaining.  John turned to Kelly and said, "I think you started 
something here!"

She laughed and Beth stated, "It's about time we got a little 
excitement around here!"

In short order, Sarah returned to the room, discreetly wiping her 
mouth. In a satisfied voice, "Well, that sixth course was 
outstanding! By they way, how were the crepes?"

The whole room burst out in laughter. Her behavior and comments 
left little doubt as to what she had for a sixth course. Kelly leaned 
over to John as she suggestively stated, "I hope you are the tenth 
course!"

"Nay my Lady, I'm the eleventh!"

Marguerite came out wearing nothing but body jewelry and a waist 
chain.  Apparently, they had decided in the back upon that 
punishment. John and Ed couldn't help staring at her. Beth and 
Kelly were just as interested. Marguerite, a rather plump woman, 
actually had a very sexual body. Her curves were soft without rolls 
of fat or cellulite. Her presence in the room was accompanied by 
lots of cheering and jeering. She shouted, "Lords, Ladies, and 
Honored Guests. The seventh course is Goose stuffed with Fruits 
and accompanied by wild rice."

By now, the party was in full swing. The serving wenches were 
fondled and breasts bared on several occasions. Men and women 
were feeding each other with great delight. Knife and forks were 
abandoned in favor of fingers. John and Kelly feed each other 
slowly. The only difficulty was the rice and that lead to lots of fun 
tracking down errant grains. 

A juggler entertained them with his skills in juggling and the jokes 
he told while keeping the sand filled sacks in the air. He told a 
particularly dirty joke about a woman named Sarah and her 
legendary skills at playing the trouser flute. One of the guest 
shouted out, "Sarah, show me your skill at the trouser flute."

Sarah retorted, "I'm the best when it comes to playing trouser 
flutes, but I'm no good playing the piccolo!"

The room laughed and people returned to their activities with each 
other. Blouses were now down more than up as the men played 
with the women sitting upon their laps. Ed pointed to one couple 
seated on the left table. He asked Beth, "isn't that Ling and Bob?"

Beth nodded, "She's got large breasts for an oriental. I never 
realized that."

Ed eyed Beth speculatively. "You look interested in her."

She smiled, "Like you're not? You brought her to my attention!"

"Actually, I didn't realize that she and Bob were that close."

Beth blushed, "Oh yeah."

Marguerite came out dressed as before, "Lords, Ladies, and 
Honored Guests. The eighth course is a selection of Cheeses and 
Sliced Fruits."

Rather than a plate for each individual, plates were placed between 
couples. The room had now formed into couples that laughed and 
played as they fed each other. Some women were sitting on the 
laps of the men. Others were sitting side by side with a hand under 
the table. This was the case at the High Table. John was slowly 
exploring under the layers of clothes worn by Kelly. Ed was slowly 
rubbing Beth through the layers of clothing. In the process, the 
cheese and fruits disappeared from the plates. Throughout, Bill 
continually refilled glasses and served as personal attendant for the 
two Lords. Of course, it was also noted that he disappeared into the 
kitchen quite frequently. 

Marguerite came out of the kitchen again. She shouted, "Lords, 
Ladies, and Guests. The ninth course for this evening is a selection 
of pastries served with a fine rich coffee."

A serving wench came out with plates loaded with little pastries. 
The couples served each other desserts. The coffee was a 
refreshing treat. The musicians took up their instruments and dance 
music was played. The guests stood and danced in the opening in 
front of the Lords table. John and Ed invited Beth and Kelly onto 
the dance floor. After sitting so much that evening, getting up and 
moving felt great. Skirts were lifted showing legs as the women 
spun around on the floor. It soon became clear that none of the 
women were wearing panties.

Sweating and breathing heavy from the dancing, people returned to 
the tables. Beth and Kelly were glowing as a result of dancing. 
They leaned against the men happy and content. Kelly whispered 
in John's ear, "I can hardly wait for the eleventh course."

Marguerite came out and announced, "Lords, Ladies, and Guests. 
The tenth and final course for the evening is Chocolate Covered 
Strawberries, Carmel Apple Slices, and Orange Sections soaked in 
Liquor."

 She personally served the last course. When she came to John, she 
asked, "Does my punishment please my Lord?"

John said with laugh, "A punishment that pleasing to the eye 
pleases me much."

"How about you my Lady?"

Kelly blushed as she whispered, "For a cook, you look good 
enough to eat."
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