Oh bye the way, red tape first.
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This tale really is fiction.  Honest Mom, I got a really good
deal on cheap digs, borrowed Rebecca's books, got lots of tips
working as a bar maid part time and you know how frugal I am.
Luv Karen.

Simon
I suppose the story really begins standing in line waiting to pay
my fees the first day I arrived at college.  Rebecca and I had
gone up together and were staying at Rebecca’s Aunt’s whilst she
was on vacation in Europe so we had somewhere to stay for the
first week maybe two but needed something after that.  We were
talking about what we would have for tea and I’d just volunteered
to cook a chocolate cake.  Simon was standing in front and you
could see his mouth water.  He was neat and tidy, he even wore a
white shirt and tie, in short the sort of respectable boy you
daren’t take home to mom cause she’d start writing out wedding
invitations.
It was the first time we’d met Melanie as well.  She was stood
behind us and when we’d paid in our fees she asked if I could
really cook and if we were looking for somewhere to live would we
consider moving in with her? I asked her where she was living at
the moment she replied the Weston but she rather thought she
could find somewhere to move into tomorrow would we like to look
with her.  Rebecca shrugged and looked at me, why not.  Splitting
things three ways would be cheaper.  Tracy had overheard the
conversation she was just behind Melanie and asked if she could
look with us.  Melanie cocked her head and looked at Tracy then
shrugged "OK." Which I thought was a bit odd at the time but I
had only just met Melanie.
She pulled out a mobile, said one word "Finished".  Then led us
out to the front and we stood at the curb chatting.  I was about
to point out the bus stop was further down when a long black limo
arrived.  The chauffeur all six foot six and 250 lbs.  stepped
out and opened the door.  Melanie stepped in as if this was a
natural everyday occurrence we just followed.  I was surprised
when we stepped inside at the lack of headroom I had to sort of
crouch to get to the seat behind the driver.  Then we drove off.
"Where to next Miss Melanie?" came a voice from the front, "I
thought we’d start at that Toyota car dealership we saw on the
way into the city." I looked at Rebecca and she looked back at
me, a car dealership for an apartment? "Did you manage to get
those phone numbers I asked for? And have they got a good bus
service here?" she continued.  A pad was passed back through the
partition.  "The bus service has won two North American awards in
the last ten years and is reputed to be reliable, but you know
your father would much prefer me to stay with you and drive you
around." "Yes I know Frank but I also know how much he relies on
you and I need someone I can trust to keep an eye on him." Miss
Melanie started on the phone.  "Hello can I speak to the duty
agent please?" a pause, "I’d like something with four bedrooms to
move into tomorrow in a better part of town with a good bus
service to the university." There was a pause and you could
almost feel the ‘are you out of your mind’ coming down the phone,
"I am sorry to have bothered you I’ll try somewhere else, thank
you." She finished in a sweet sort of voice.  She rang two more
and on the third one got someone who said she’d see what she
could do if Melanie would like to call back in say thirty
minutes.
We parked just short of the car showroom at Frank’s suggestion.
He thought the price might go up if he drove up to the front.  We
entered.  Four teenage girls in tee shirts and jeans.  "Yes
ladies what can we do for you today?" "I’d like to buy a van
please." The salesman looked us up and down with distaste.
Another couple had entered behind us.  "Yes well I’ll turn you
over to Veronica." He turned his head and called "Veronica." A
young lady emerged still wearing her headset.  "Take care of
these young ladies, I think perhaps the 10 year old trade in we
took in this morning?" "Yes Mr. Chambers." He strolled over to
greet and fawn over the new comers.  "Good Morning Sir, Madam how
can I help you today." "OhMyGod is he for real?" I blurted out.
Veronica looked at me and we both burst into giggles.  "Oh come
and have a coffee at least.  What the hell, you’re customers I’ll
get the china out from the area manger’s office." We sat down
round one of the coffee tables and Melanie took a sip.  "Hey not
bad." "Shouldn’t be it’s the area manager’s special blend."
Melanie took out he mobile once more.  "Frank come and have a
coffee.  Bring a briefcase with you."
Frank came through the door a few moments later.  Frank is the
sort of guy who makes an impression just by their sheer presence.
Dressed in his formal suit and chauffeur’s cap even carrying a
brief case that was chained to his wrist he looked a hulk.  Not
my type but I could feel his masculine presence.  The salesman
left his couple and dashed across to greet him.  His patter
slowing to a halt as Frank just walked by and ignored him.  I
could feel Veronica practically swooning by my side.  Melanie
glanced at Veronica and stood up to introduce Frank.  Veronica
stood and shook his outstretched hand.  "Just what are you doing
tonight then?" "You".  Veronica blushed beautifully.  Melanie
just looked at him.  "Do it properly, ask her for a meal first."
"Yes Miss Melanie".  He turned back to Veronica "Are you by
chance free for me to take you out tonight?" "Give me a couple of
minutes on the phone and I soon will be." She gazed back into his
eyes.
"Earth to salesperson, earth to salesperson".  "Oh I’m sorry
you’re here to buy a car? Do you really want a 10 year old van
that’s a bit rusty?" "Not quite what I had in mind".  "Oh well
what do you fancy then?" "Just a van that I can use tomorrow to
move with." "Just for the day?" "No I thought it would be useful
from time to time to have a reliable one around." "How much can
you afford?" Melanie nodded to Frank who looked round then
partially opened the briefcase briefly so Veronica could see
inside.  "OhMy, yes well we needn’t concern ourselves with loans
and such need we.  Well we have about twelve in stock at the
moment they are all much of a muchness except the colours vary a
bit.  Actually we even have one that would match the colour of
your eyes but that’s our white elephant." "White elephant?" "A
Mr. Walters ordered a diplomatic special with some custom
features list price was over $200,000." "Mr. Chambers there" she
nodded towards the salesman "took the order but only took a
$150,000 deposit.  Mr. Walters is awaiting trial after being
found in possession of a large quantity of crack.  It’s a lovely
van mind you, come and have a look then we’ll see which of the
others you want to buy." We walked across the lot to a van that
looked just like the others except the tires looked a bit wider
to me and stepped inside.  The seats had been rearranged to make
room for four comfortable chairs that swivelled.  The carpet
seemed thicker than normal and the colors muted.  At the back
there was a bench seat that held another 3 people.  I sat in a
front seat and swivelled round to towards the back.  Frank and
Veronica were snuggled up on the bench seat at the back.  I
looked at Melanie, "I like it." "Well it has bullet proof glass,
bullet proof sides, runs on natural gas but uses a micro turbine
to power electric motors on each wheel." "How much would it
cost?" "He’s pretty desperate it has a special $2,000 bonus for
the salesperson who sells it, I should think if you offered
$50,000 he’d take it." "Can we take it for a test drive?" "Yeah
sure why not."
We set off, it was eerie practically no noise except the sound of
the tires then a quiet hum as the micro turbo cut in once we were
rolling.  Melanie took it out onto the highway and took it over
the speed limit, the only noise was the same quiet hum from the
turbine.  At one set of lights she gave it the boot and we were
all thrown back into our seats by the acceleration.  Then we
returned back to the garage.  "It seems to handle well." "Yes I
think its something to do with the sticky tires it has on.  The
extra weight means its doesn’t get blown about in the wind and it
should mean it will drive well in the snow especially with the
computer controlled four wheel drive and we do get snow here in
winter.  The micro turbine cuts fuel consumption by 50% which
sort of brings it back to what a normal van would give."
We parked and walked back to the interior.  Only to be met by the
salesman accompanied by the area manager who wanted to know why
we had taken the diplomatic for a test drive and not the 10-year-
old didn’t Veronica know which was which? "Oh yes Mr. Chambers I
knew which one you meant but the client expressed an interest in
the other and I thought Mr. Vince" she nodded towards the area
manager "would like me to follow through".  "And?" the area
manager spoke quietly in that sort of tone that said he’d noticed
we’d been drinking from his special china.  "She’s prepared to
offer $45,000 cash." "$50,000" "Done but I drive away today."
said Melanie "Frank count him out the money."
"That’s impossible" interrupted Mr. Chambers.  Frank spoke "Trade
plates" The area manager turned to Mr. Chambers "Why don’t you
just run along, put the kettle on, and serve us all some coffee,
fresh cups.  Then see to the washing up?"
We drove off with Veronica in the back fifteen minutes later.
She’d been given the rest of the day off as well as the $2,000
special bonus seeing as things were a bit quiet.  Melanie asked
if she knew any house inspectors, and Melanie replied her dad had
been a builder before retiring if that would help.  The mobile
buzzed once more.  Frank was dispatched to pick up Veronica’s
dad, the realtor had found some possibles and suggested an
address and time to meet.  Veronica’s dad suggested a lawyer so
Frank was to collect him on the way round as well.
Melanie asked Veronica which was the best store in town for a
prom dress and we stopped there on the way.  I was consumed with
curiosity about the money so I asked as we parked up.  "Oh well I
guess if we are living together you’ll have to be told sometime
anyway.  First you all have to swear never and I mean never to
tell anyone else without asking me first." We all swore.  "OK it
happened two years ago, my legacy from Uncle Antonio.  I never
found out exactly what he did but shortly before he died he sent
me a safe deposit box key for safekeeping.  A week later he was
killed by a hit and run driver in a rough part of town in Miami.
The safe deposit box contained fifty million dollars in cash.
Have you ever tried to explain fifty million in cash.  Dad and I
have been very slowly converting it into legitimate money but god
it takes ages." She turned to Veronica "Now we have some serious
shopping to do.  Let’s buy you a dress for tonight and knock
Frank off his feet.  For the rest of you if you should just
happen to see a little something you’d like." The sentence was
left unfinished.  "I do hope they’ll give a student discount for
cash" she said with a grin looking down at the brief case by her
side.
Thirty minutes later we climbed back inside feeling well pleased
with ourselves.  The rear compartment filled with boxes to the
ceiling, Veronica’s two dresses on top.  I’d managed to find
three full length dresses suitable for a very special occasions
and was wrapped up in dreams of the handsome prince who would be
worthy of them and how they would flared out as he waltzed me off
my feet.  Melanie asked me to drive whilst she talked to
Veronica.  So I did with Rebecca giving me directions.  We only
took the wrong road three times whilst Rebecca managed to get the
map display to work and when she told me to turn left or right
before we worked out I was better at port and starboard than left
and right.  Fortunately the computerised map could give
directions in both.  Behind me I heard Melanie’s voice "Now you
never know you might get lucky.  Frank will never remember them
and it’s not as if you can get his size easily.  I like the feel
of these ones with the ribs on them.  Oh and here’s some
lubrication to go with them.  Here’s a cock ring that fits as
well.  Now I’ve been trying to train him over the last two years
to eat me out for twenty minutes first so hopefully he’ll
remember.  Oh don’t worry I’m not jealous Frank is a gorgeous
hunk and I’ve enjoyed working out with him for the last two years
but I’m ready for someone with a bit more brains now.  I would
like to think you will enjoy him since I put quite a lot of
effort into teaching him how to satisfy his partner and to put
her needs first.  If you let him get on top take his weight on
your hips but he’s big in all senses of the word so you’ll feel
much more in control on top, all you have to do is lower yourself
slowly down.  His turn ons are having his ears nibbled and his
back clawed.  Don’t forget I’ll want to hear all the gory details
in the tomorrow so call me." I just couldn’t believe she’d talk
about someone in such intimate detail like that.
Anyway finally we rolled up to the address.  There were three
houses for sale all in a row.  As we approached a lady climbed
out of her car and came to greet us.  Ms.  Oliver realtor.  She
looked us up and down and asked blankly "Are you pulling my leg
or do you really want to buy somewhere?" Just then Frank rolled
up with the limo and stepped out.  He stepped round to the rear
door and opened it for the two gentlemen who stepped out.
Our realtor merely glanced at them "I’m sorry I can see you are
serious but you just looked like students at first glance."
Melanie smiled sweetly, "But we are just students now which of
these do you think we could move into tomorrow?" "I’m not sure
that will be possible but these three together have been on the
market now for two years and if anyone will be flexible about a
moving date I would expect them to be." We entered the first
house.  It was OK in an OK sort of way.  Sort of twelve years
old, the family were federal government employees who had been
offered a transfer away from the city conditional on them selling
their house.  Four bedrooms and two bathrooms three kids and you
could tell they lived there.  I mean to say it was better than
anything I’d seen with Rebecca but nothing to get excited about.
I stood in the kitchen looking out over the garden whilst Melanie
looked around upstairs.  The wife approached me, "Do you really
think she’ll buy it? She’s the first buyer we have had look at
the house in three months.  It’s the uncertainty of it all, you
know it will be two years on the market next week.  Should we go
on holiday or might the house sell when we went away." I replied
I was sorry but I really couldn’t help.  We continued to the next
house.  It had a grander hallway and staircase but much the same
sort of thing except it had a finished basement.  Well finished,
the walls bulged a bit, I couldn’t see any power points, the
doors stuck and the ceiling had holes in it.  "Professionally
finished basement" I reckon my dad could have done a better job
and that’s not saying very much.
Here Rebecca got waylaid by the husband, he’d been offered an
early retirement and wanted to get his wife south to a warmer
climate because she was in poor health.  If only they could sell
the house.  I almost dreaded going to the next house.  If we
brought one of them I’d feel so guilty when I saw the other
neighbors, I never thought buying a house would be so difficult.
The third house was a little larger than the first two but the
kitchen wasn’t quite so well laid out.  Again two bathrooms and a
half-finished basement.  It seemed soulless somehow.  A married
couple with two children, federal government, the wife this time
was the big wage earner and she had been offered a promotion in
another city if only they could sell.  Tracy caught the sob story
this time.  She only had another three months before she would
have to decline the offer.
We met up outside.  Melanie briefed the lawyer to see what each
would cost and the details on closing.  Then she asked Veronica’s
dad to look through each whilst we went for a stroll up the road.
It all seemed a bit sad somehow.  I bent down to pat a golden
retriever on the head when his owner hesitantly asked me if we
were looking to buy a house? Yes I said but having seen the three
across the road none had really taken our fancy.  "Would you like
to look at ours? Come in and have a cup of coffee.  The wife’s
sister lives on the other side of town and the old lady next door
has just died.  We’d like to buy it and move there, we know the
area and it would be handier for work but I can’t see it with the
state of the housing market just at the moment." We stepped into
a larger house than we had seen so far.  "You know the asking
prices across the road are 10% less than they paid the builder
twelve years ago? By the time we’d pay the realtor’s fees and
lawyers fees we couldn’t afford the move." The kitchen was just a
dream, gas range the sort I’d dreamt about.  Upstairs there was a
bath big enough for two in the en-suite, the four bedrooms where
all good sized ones and best of all there were two bird feeders
with birds feeding in the garden.  The house looked well
maintained even the basement had another full bathroom in it.  "I
built that one with my own hands, the wife wanted the full length
mirrors on the wardrobe doors.  Every thing just the way we
wanted it.  Funny really having done all the work I get the
feeling that next time I do it I’d do it all a bit different."
God if this was amateur work I’d take it over professional any
day.
Suddenly I had an inspiration.  I asked the couple did they mind
if we had a little conference in their family room, which I
thought would be to their advantage.  They looked puzzled but
agreed.  I looked at Melanie, could she get everyone over here to
the family room? Rebecca urged her to do it since she’s seen my
inspirations before.  Melanie brought out her mobile once more.
"Frank come over to." She looked at the man "1978 across the road
and bring our lawyer, builder and realtor."
Soon we were all sat down with fresh cups of coffee.  It was
almost as if I was an Agatha Christie’s detective about to
announce a solving of the crime.  "Now" I looked at the realtor
"I strongly suggest you listen to everything first before saying
anything.  I just want you to answer my questions." I turned to
the others.  "I think whichever house we buy I’d feel guilty
about the others not selling their home.  Personally I like this
one very much but I could live with any of the others.  I think
the carpets in all the houses we’ve seen apart from this one are
showing signs of wear and really the kitchens and bathrooms are a
bit below par.  Besides which here with three baths, three
showers and four toilets we shouldn’t have to queue in the
morning." The realtor looked glum.  I turned back to her.  "Is
the housing market here depressed by about 30% below what it
should be?" "Well yes but I’m certain it will pick up again these
four bedroom house prices are a bit volatile when the market’s
hot everyone wants a four bed roomed house when the market’s
depressed no one wants one." "Do I get the impression that the
houses across the road all need to get something approved." "Well
yes but I’m sure they can be flexible." "So really what we are
saying is only this house meets the requirements?" "Yes, but." I
was rude and turned to the lawyer, glancing at the smiles that
were starting to appear on the couple’s faces.  "Could you find a
way for me to buy a house so that it had a lien on it and gave
Melanie an option to purchase it at the original price? In other
words it would be in my name but really owned by Melanie?" "Yes I
suppose so." I turned to the Veronica’s dad "Could you or could
you arrange to have the houses across the road brought up to
scratch over the next four years? Carpets and so forth everything
cash?" "These new fangled low flush toilets and such? Yes, I
could probably manage a few little jobs like that over time."
"Toto low flush resell better." Interrupted the realtor.  Don’t
you just hate people who feel they have to add value by putting
their two cents in, especially when they ‘re right as I found out
later.
I turned to the couple "Could you move out by lunchtime tomorrow
if the paperwork was done and you had help moving?" "Well we
could always stay at your sister’s for a few days." "Right then
the proposal is we all buy one house for cash, at the lowest
paper price that the lawyer can manage, paying for curtains etc
separately.  Then Melanie exercises her options over time living
in each house first and makes a capital gain on each.  I think we
could rent out the spare houses to fellow students and there must
be some way to set up a management company that pays consultant
fees or some such to Melanie.  If the rents were lowish because
they hadn’t been renovated then I’m sure practically all the
rents would be taken up by the management company." "Melanie
looked thoughtful.  She turned to the couple, "How much would be
a fair price?" "Builder’s price twelve years ago less 5%? We’ve
done a lot of work on it you know." "If I agreed could you be out
by noon tomorrow?" "Well its short notice but I think your sister
could put up with us for a few days.  But you’d never get the
paper work done that fast.  All the financing and everything."
"Mr Surgeon will handle that." The realtor spoke "I don’t suppose
I get any commission on this house?" "No but you don’t get the
commissions on the others if this one doesn’t go through."
Melanie turned to the lawyer "Could you draw up the offers? With
the condition? And handle the purchase by noon tomorrow?" He
nodded.  She turned back to the couple.  "To make it easy I
suggest you use Mr. Sturgeon here as your lawyer as well.  Since
you are selling all you really want is the cash.  I’m going to
assume everyone is honest but just as a precaution Frank can you
take a retina scan of everyone.  Just for your information Frank
will be handling any negotiations with anyone who doesn’t live up
to their word." Frank grinned an evil grin.
The realtor looked thoughtful, "I suppose I could talk to the
three families across the road and see if they will make their
garages available to store your furniture until you take
possession of the other house." Mr. Sturgeon stunned me with his
"Arh um." I mean to say you read about lawyers having them but to
hear a real live lawyer … "May I suggest that should I handle the
negotiations for the other house.  I maybe able to act in your
best interests by being a guarantor thus enabling you to move
into the house next to your sisters in some capacity perhaps even
as early as tomorrow? I will need a few details though."
She turned back to Mr. Sturgeon "Now if you’d like to come out to
the van I can find you the cash for this house now, your fees of
course will be in cash if that is acceptable and I will not
require any receipts, Frank is insurance enough.  You’ll have to
come back to the hotel for the cash for the others."
We all walked down to a steak house except Frank for our evening
meal.  I had a fillet steak with a baked potato.  Tracy had
fries.  Obviously didn’t have a mother who drilled into to her
the value of eating well.  Melanie thought I should have the
choice of bedrooms for coming up with the idea.  After she had
reserved one of the rear facing ones that looked out over the
bird feeders of course.  I choose the front one with the double
sized bath well you never know I might want to save water one day
and bath with a friend.  The sweet trolley was the pits.
That evening with me dolled up in a white blouse, black knee
length skirt, black tights, Frank’s cap and Frank dolled up in a
tuxedo complete with bow tie we set off.  Talk about a back seat
driver.  Frank leant through the hatch and gave me a running
commentary about which lane I should be in and to remember we
were a bit longer than the normal car.  Once another car came
close Frank almost had a heart attack worrying if his paintwork
might get scratched.  I mean to say it’s only a car for heaven’s
sake.  Finally we rolled up to Veronica’s home.  Frank was
stunned by Veronica’s dress just as we had intended, at least it
kept him worrying about the car.  I think there must be something
about limos because I was invited to park just by the entrance
where I sat and read a book whilst Frank dined Veronica.  That
was the second time I saw Simon, escorting a young lady who was
wearing a mink wrap.  The girl looked familiar but I couldn’t
place her and to be honest at the time I wasn’t too interested
being far too tied up in the Lord of the Rings.
The next day we went shopping with a U-haul truck, the biggest
that they would let me rent on my licence.  We brought beds,
sheets, duvets, chairs and all sorts of junk.  I never realised
how expensive furniture was until I saw Melanie empty one of her
brief cases in one store and have to go back out to the van for
another.  Mind you what was fun was one store we went to for
chairs.  The saleslady actually measured us up.  You know like
you do for jeans and stuff.  Then she made us get on a set of
scales to see how much we weighed.  Only then did she guide us to
the sort of chair that would be most comfortable.  I talked to
her about it and they make office chairs adjustable but ordinary
chairs aren’t really so she had figured out what sized people
worked best with each of her chairs then guided people
accordingly.  She thought one day that some one would come up
with a computer program that would produce bespoke chairs but
until then she’d carry on measuring people.  I asked whether
people were put off by other people knowing their weight but she
pointed out the scales were in stones and lbs.  so no one knew
what they were anyway.  I was 9 stone 11 lbs. by the way in my
street clothes.  I wondered who had chosen the first stones to be
compared to?
After that we sort of settled down into a routine at the house.
Melanie gave me the money to pay for the bills and I paid them
from my bank account.  The Toto low flushes just worked even at
my time of month.  I was amazed cause my dad swore he’d never buy
a house with a low flush loo again.  Perhaps I’ll buy him one for
Christmas.  I cooked, well with the new upright deep freeze it
wasn’t so bad to throw together a batch of beef stroganoff or
whatever and freeze them for the freezer.  Then we could just
nuke it in the microwave.  The new range made baking potatoes
really easy, scrub them put them in, set the stop time, temp and
cook time.  We practically live on baked potatoes, something and
frozen peas.  Some how I haven’t got the hang of baking chocolate
cakes and storing them in the freezer yet.  Tracy fell into
running the vacuum cleaner round and Rebecca took over the
washing and ironing.  Mr. Sturgeon dropped by a couple of times
with papers for us all to sign.
The next couple of weeks drifted by.  Rebecca saw Simon most
since she took classes with him but Simon seemed totally absorbed
by Alison, the girl in the mink.  Alison was doing a liberal Arts
degree and I know I’m bitchy sometimes but she’s one of those
girls who is in love with herself.  You know just totally
selfish.  I think once I spoke to Simon and suggested going out
with Alison probably wasn’t a good idea.  He looked a bit down
and said he knew but didn’t seem to be able to stop himself
somehow.  Oh and Rebecca started flashing her silky purple thong
in the bar.  Well its cut a bit high, and when she wears it with
low cut hipster black slacks and the sort of top that rides up
practically all she has to do is sit down to show it off.  She
showed me her moves to make it look innocent.  All she has to do
to expose it is lean forward, to cover up lean back.  I think
she’s bad sometimes.  Mind you it does get attention.  She has
all sorts of different colors but she gets away with it.  I mean
to say at the bar the other day we were queuing to get a drink
and this really dishy cool fella leans over.  He said he thought
she looked better in blue today than the white yesterday, I was
like thinking blue she’s not wearing any blue, and she wasn’t
wearing white yesterday then I clicked and blushed.  Then someone
nearly got their beer poured over them for saying I looked pretty
in pink.
Friday evening of the third week I saw Alison enter the bar
hanging onto the arm of Richard of the bright yellow Mustang
fame, I looked across the bar and spotted Simon in the bar
looking glum staring into an empty beer glass.  I walked across
"Hi Karen, I think you were right.  I‘ve made such a mess".  "Do
you want to talk about it?" "Maybe after I’ve got thoroughly
drunk for the first time in my life." I left him to it and walked
back to spend the evening putting the world to rights with
Rebecca.  Melanie and Tracy dropped by when the library closed.
At closing time Simon was legless.  Rebecca looked at me and I
looked at her.  We had the van so Melanie drove round to the
front whilst Rebecca, Tracy and I helped Simon down the stairs.
When we hit the fresh air he was sick.  It was so gross.  I
cleaned him up and Rebecca and I held him up between us on the
rear bench seat.  Melanie asked if I knew where he lived.  I
shrugged.  "I suppose we could take him home and let him sleep it
off." "OK better be my room I suppose" I heard myself say, "at
least we can dump him in the bath first."
And that’s what we did.  Rebecca and I got him upstairs and
undressed him.  Rebecca took his clothes downstairs to throw them
in the washing machine.  I eased him into the double bath.  Then
joined him in it.  I scrubbed his back and washed between his
toes.  Shampooed his hair, Simon just lay there blinking from
time to time.  Then Rebecca came back and between us we got him
out of the bath and wrapped him in big fluffy towels to dry him
off.  Rebecca remarked "It’s just like having a big life sized
doll to play with, our own big baby.  In fact" she wondered off
and came back with a cotton baby doll night-dress that tied with
bows on the shoulders and the panties tied on the hips.  "Here we
are, practical as well, see we don’t have to struggle to get him
in just place it round him then tie the bows." We tied his hair
in bunches with ribbons, stepped back to admire our handiwork and
eventually put him to bed in my bed where he was asleep within
seconds.
I felt quite put out.  Having to carry a man to my bed and then
he just totally ignores me, it’s not good for one’s self-esteem.
I mean to say I like to have the option to say no.
Next morning I woke to hear faint stirrings besides me.  I rolled
over.  "Good morning what would you like for breakfast?" "Huh,
where am I?" not a good start.  "In bed with a Ms. Karen Blayne
who is miffed because you fell fast asleep last night." "Oh hi
Karen, oh it’s all coming back now.  You were right Alison wasn’t
a good idea.  Oh I’ve screwed up my life major time." "No you
just got drunk, I’ll go and get a you a coffee stay here." I came
back with two steaming cups and the sad tale came out.  He’d met
Alison on the first day and wanted to impress her so invited her
out.  He had no where to stay so Alison had invited him to use
her floor.  Three weeks later he was broke having spent all his
money he had to support himself for the whole year on impressing
Alison only to find when he had none left she’d thrown him out
the previous morning.  His parents weren’t rich, and were deeply
religious.  He just couldn’t face telling them.  He was useless
and just wanted to do away with himself.  Life wasn’t worth
living.  I tried being sympathetic he seemed to get worse if
anything.
Then I flipped.  I got my vibrator out and turned it on.  I
looked at him sternly and told him to start at my knees and start
licking.  Then closed my eyes, inserted my toy and leant back.  I
had to coax him higher and higher then I just rubbed my clitoris
across his tongue.  I felt much better.  I opened my eyes to see
Rebecca standing at the end of the bed with her eyebrows raised.
"Simon was saying he was totally useless and I was demonstrating
that he wasn’t." "Oh is that what you call it?" She took my toy
away and looked at it glistening in the light.  "I suppose I
could reinforce the message, and it would be a waste to not use
this pre-lubricated toy.  Move over.  " She slipped off her night
robe, lay back on the bed and started the vibrator.  "Come along
young Simon I haven’t got all day." Simon started to munch away
once more.  After a few moments Rebecca slipped her leg beneath
him wiggling her toe as Simon slurped.  "Oh my, I do believe the
gentleman has grown hard, on your back Simon." Simon came up for
air "But".  "That’s right, on your butt." Rebecca rolled him over
and pulled on the bow that held his panties together then guided
him into her pussy.  I just held his shoulders down and kissed
him on the mouth, I waited for his lips to soften then boldly
slipped my tongue between his lips.  He struggled for a moment or
two then gave in.  For a moment I almost thought I detected some
reluctance on Simon’s part, but I mean to say Rebecca and I may
not win a Miss World contest but we can certainly be sure of male
attention when we are in a party mood.
Simon soon entered into the spirit of things but came a moment or
two early for Rebecca.  "I can see you need practise".  She said
looking at him sternly.  After knocking Melanie came into the
room.  "I rather fancy some pancakes with honey, but on the other
hand is that a naked man on your bed? You don’t mind if I borrow
him do you.  I love the ribbons in your hair Simon.  God It’s my
time of month and I’m feeling really horny.  I’m missing Frank at
the moment." Rebecca and I shrugged "Come on Bec let’s go and
make pancakes.  Come down when you’re finished".  "But wait".
"Good God Simon you’re going to end it all anyway why not give
Melanie a bit of relief first, I’ll do you some pancakes as a
reward then we can decide what to do with you."
I made the first batch of pancakes and put them in the oven.
Rebecca and I started in on the second batch.  It wasn’t too bad
using two frying pans at the same time.  Melanie came into the
kitchen and stretched.  "OhMyGod that feels so much better.  I’m
hungry where’s my share?" I grabbed a plate full from the oven
"Start on these." Simon came in afterwards, "Do I smell food?".
"Draw up a chair and reap your reward for all your efforts this
morning." We all sat round pouring honey and eating.  Rebecca
spilt some on her chin and it started to drip down to her chest.
She untied her night-dress.  "Simon come and be useful.  Every
drop mind." She giggled as he slurped.  "Hey that tickles." After
we were sated and sat round the table drinking coffee I raised
Simon’s problems.  At the end Simon added he had another, he’d
been saving himself for whoever he married, he wasn’t totally
against sex outside marriage but had thought that it would be
nice to have intercourse with whoever he eventually married
first.  "So, there’s still time for us to get married, we’ll talk
about it when you get your degree." Replied Rebecca.
"So basically Simon has nowhere to live, no money left for food
and books but has paid his tuition fees for this year correct?"
stated Melanie.
"But he’s not totally useless as he proved this morning." Rebecca
and I exchanges glances then looked at Simon in his baby doll
night-dress.  "Stop looking at me like that, and where are my
real clothes?" "Clothes?" asked Rebecca with a look of innocence.
"Oh those rags from last night.  I put them in the washer last
night but haven’t dried them yet.  Anyway I think you look sweet
dressed like that."
"Well if someone doesn’t mind sharing their room I suppose he
could live here?" proposed Tracy.  "Well he shared my bed last
night and I have got the double bath en-suite." I replied.  "I
suppose he could share my text books since we are doing the same
courses most of the time." Volunteered Bec.  Melanie looked
thoughtful.  "I get serviced three times a week?" Simon looked
aghast.  "Simon she is the one with the money so we really should
accommodate her wishes." "Desires." restated Rebecca in an earthy
voice.  "And we could pay him $3 per session when we get an
orgasm." She continued.  "But I thought you missed this morning."
"Precisely, he’ll have to improve if he wants any beer money
won’t he?" she smiled sweetly at him.  "Oh and he gets to do the
ironing." I took out $5 from my purse and handed it across to
Simon.  He looked taken back.  "I can’t take that it’s degrading
I’d feel like a prostitute." "But you accepted the pancakes this
morning as a reward and you haven’t any money.  I don’t think you
have any choice." "MyGod are we like really doing this for real?"
blurted out Tracy.
"No he has a choice.  Either he goes home and tells his parents
he’s blown all his money in the first three weeks then hangs
himself or he lives here and pampers us.  At least that way he
gets to stay at the University and get a chance at his degree.  I
mean how many female students do you know who lap dance their way
through University? He blew it and now he has to pay." God
Rebecca can be so hard at times.  I leant across and gave him a
kiss on the butt tucking the $5 bill in his panties patting his
butt at the same time.  "Hey its not so bad Simon at least you
have a solution.  I’ll take the change in kind later on."
"So" Melanie started "He’s at our beck and call, he sleeps in
Karen’s bed, services me at least three times a week Monday,
Wednesday and Friday, Karen twice?" I nodded, "Tuesday and
Saturday? Rebecca twice?" another nod "Thursday, Saturday?" "Oh
does that mean he’s free on Sunday?" blurted Tracy.  "I was
thinking for leaving the Sabbath as a day of rest?" "Oh but I’m
going to miss Mike so much.  Each Sunday after we had gone to
church we’d sneak up to my room and spend the afternoon just,
just" Tracy was bright red.  "Why not after church each Sunday it
is" capitulated Simon "but I get exempted from church." He added
hopefully.  "No way, it will be good for your soul, you can
escort Tracy to church on Sundays." "And he can act as my escort
when I fancy a meal out." "We might have to buy him some
appropriate clothes." I found myself saying "Hey now that’s an
idea let’s get dressed up this evening and celebrate." Rebecca
smiled.  "What are we celebrating?" Simon looked puzzled.  "Why
having saved you from death’s door silly.  Karen won’t mind
cooking something special in fact I suspect she’s probably got a
few things in the freezer already, and you can serve in a proper
waiter’s outfit, a tuxedo." "But I don’t own a Tuxedo", "don’t
worry so much I’m sure I have a little something Karen purchased
for me for Halloween upstairs." Rebecca smiled sweetly once more.
I thought and then I remembered, I just dissolved in a fit of
giggles.
"But I’m not certain I can keep all four of you satisfied." "Oh
no need to worry, that’s all taken care of or it will be in the
near future.  So the last remaining thing is how Simon works out
as a waiter this evening." Melanie looked round "Carried then?"
we all nodded, "meeting closed." Melanie rose and walked slowly
from the room.
Rebecca and I looked at Tracy.  "Well if there’s some going I
want my share" she said defensively.
Simon and I took the van and hit the supermarket.  Then we came
back and got started in the kitchen.  Cooking is much easier with
someone else to peel the spuds, carrots, even I cried when Simon
started on the onions.  I’d just got every thing in for a big
batch freezer cook when Bec came by and carried him off to do the
ironing.  I called out after her to get him to iron my briefs
that were in my drawers.  Well normally I wouldn’t bother because
no one sees them but the thought of Simon blushing his way
through them warmed me inside.
I was sat curled up in one of the chairs listening to some music
on the headphones with one of my textbooks when Simon finally
came up from the basement having done his ironing.  The poor boy
looked as if he had been working hard so I made us both a cup of
coffee.  He joined me in another chair with one of Bec’s
engineering books.
After twenty minutes or so I went upstairs and got changed.  I
brought out underwear set that someone had given me as a birthday
gag, you know the black silk seamed stockings, garter belt and
those panties, the sort that have a split down the front and up
the back.  The bra is a bit skimpy just enough material to give
support underneath but not enough to cover my nipples.  Then I
covered it up with a tee shirt with a rather nice scooped neck
line, a skirt, a little flared pleated number, Bec and I have
been talking whilst Simon was ironing and we both thought it
would be fun to tease Simon.  I even put on a pair of 2 and a
half-inch heels just to show my butt off a bit better.  Then I
took up the feather duster and drifted around downstairs.
Stretching up to dust a top shelf here, bending over to adjust
some ornaments here, rearrange a few books there.  Rebecca had
changed into a short dress with long sleeves, the type that if
you reach up the skirt lifts up as well and she gave me a hand
moving some books from the bottom shelf to the top and some from
the top to the bottom.  I could see from the corner of my eye
that Simon was having real trouble concentrating on his books.
This was fun.  I heard a key in the door.  "Hi guys", Tracy had
come back from her walk.  She bent over Simon and gave him a buzz
on the cheek.  "Why Simon I’d no idea you were so pleased to see
me." She said groping the poor boy, "Come on upstairs I won’t be
cruel and keep you waiting until tomorrow, besides I want to see
just how good you are." She took him by the hand and carried him
off upstairs.  "Now don’t forget I get really turned on by…" The
voice faded away as they climbed the stairs.
"Spoil sport." "I bet she didn’t even realise we had been teasing
him." "Are those sheer panties new then?" "Yes Calvin Klein.  Do
you like them?" She lifted the back of her dress to show me the
backs of her new thongs.  "I wasn’t sure at first when I tried
them on but Simon seemed to like them.  What about your slut
outfit of the day.  I can’t believe you ever brought that
ensemble." "Well no Stephanie brought them for me for my
birthday." "and you let her get away with that?" "Well no I
helped her baby sister buy her Christmas present.  A vibrator
with accessories and told her sister it was just what she needed
to relax her muscles after horse riding." "And she believed you?"
"Best yet was I was there Christmas morning when she opened it in
front of her family.  She went so red.  Then OhMyGod her Great
Aunt asked her for a closer look."
Just then the doorbell rang "Four parcels COD." "How much?" "four
at $1,700 each that’s $4,000 no, $6,000 no, $8,000 in total no
let’s just say $1,700 each." I took a look at them, one was for
Melanie, one for me, one for Tracy and finally one for Rebecca.
I called Melanie on her mobile and was reassured it was OK and
the money was in her black leather handbag in her room.  "Come in
I’ll just have to run and get my handbag." I went upstairs and
grabbed the black leather handbag and brought it down.  I sat
down at the coffee table and motioned the driver to take a seat
opposite.  I reached in and took out a bundle of notes.  "How
much did you say?" "Haven’t you got a credit card?" "No daddy
doesn’t trust me with one." "Well I can’t possibly take that much
money." Rebecca came over and tweaked my nipples.  "There now"
she turned to the driver "don’t you think that blouse looks
better when her nipples are hard?" "I’m sure I couldn’t say." She
sat down in the low chair besides me, crossed her legs and then
recrossed them the other way.  "Quite sure we can’t pay you Cash
on Delivery in Cash?" The driver acquiesced "Come and help me
count out this money." So we sat opposite the UPS driver Rebecca
uncrossed her legs and we counted out four stacks of $1,700 each
one.  We both took care to let our legs part just the tiniest
fraction.  We watched as the driver mopped his brow then
recounted the money.  "This isn’t normal you know having to
accept this much cash but I’ll take it just this once." "Thank
you." We replied.  Rebecca stood up and stretched arms high above
her head.  "Let me let you out.  Sorry it took us such a long
time to count out the money." We dissolved in giggles the moment
he was through the door.  "Have you noticed how low chairs and
high heels seem almost designed to display panties." We collapsed
in giggles again.
We spent the rest of the afternoon lazing around.  I stirred a
couple of things in the kitchen from time to time but I’d done
nothing too complicated.  I took a couple of bottles of a German
Hock from the case and put them in the fridge to cool.  Around
seven Rebecca thought we ought to go and get changed.  She put
her head round Tracy’s room and called to Simon it was time for
him to come and get changed.
"No way am I wearing that." "Karen come and help me coax Simon
into getting changed." I walked into Karen’s room to find she had
laid out the skimpy waitress Halloween costume on the bed.  Simon
was backing out through the door.  I caught him from behind and
usher him in closing the door behind him.  "Now Simon you really
have to do this.  Melanie expects, and basically sweetie Melanie
holds the purse strings round here.  It’ll be fun.  It might be a
tiny bit humiliating but only in front of the four of us.  Common
honey." I wound my arms around his neck and kissed him, it felt
different, sort of tickled.  He still looked mutinous.  I ran my
fingers through his beard, I felt him waver.  "Please Simon"
Rebecca begged.  "How about do this for us and we’ll do whatever
you like for an hour.  Both of us.  Really." I threw her a look,
I wasn’t sure about getting committed like this.  "I suppose so."
I gave him another kiss and Rebecca did as well.  Then we took
off the few clothes he still had on.  She looked at me.  "Hand
over your underwear." "What?" "Well he needs black stockings for
the proper look and I haven’t any." I unzipped my skirt and it
pooled on the ground at my feet.  Then I put one leg up on her
bed side chair, unhooked the stocking and rolled the first one
off carefully.  Rebecca took the stocking and carefully rolled it
up Simon’s leg.  I unhooked the garter belt and Rebecca hooked it
up round Simon’s hips before attaching the first stocking.  I
carefully rolled the other down my other leg, then rolled the
still warm stocking up Simon’s other leg.  "Service for you sir,
prewarmed stockings." I ran my fingers up from the knee to ease
any wrinkles out, it seemed to ease Simon’s blood up to his penis
as well.  "How am I going to get a thong over that?" I took off
my crotchless panties, and slid them up his legs popping his
erection through the slit.
"And now the very latest in hi-tech falsies." Rebecca opened the
box that Melanie had dropped off a little while before on
returning from her shopping trip.  We read the instructions,
first apply adhesive to circles and apply round the nipples.  The
circles were quite big and split into two portions.  Then very
lightly apply electrode grease taking care to keep it on each
nipple and the other electrode in the second portion of the
circle.  Hi tech indeed.  Then verify battery charge by
inspecting flashing green led.  Next attach the breast forms with
Velcro on the circles.  Finally support weight with bra.  Verify
by cupping the breasts and stroking the nipple lightly.  I picked
up Rebecca’s corset and laced up the back not too tightly but
enough to give good support.  The breasts looked quite good
through the thin material of the top of cups.  Then I cupped them
as suggested from behind Simon and heard his intake of breath as
I gently brushed the nipples with my thumbs.  "Yes well I think
that’s working." said Simon.  "Oh what’s it feel like then?"
"Very sensitive almost as if I had real breasts, and when you
stroke my nipples I find it arousing." "Oh good." Next came the
stiff layer petticoat and then we slid the dress over his head.
Finally tying a lace apron round his waist and helping him step
into the black three-inch heels.
The perfect French Maid.  Well not quite perfect he needed a few
finishing touches.  First a blonde wig, carefully brushed into
shape then a little powdering, a pair of false eye lashes,
mascara, eye shadow, I got all the lip sticks I’d been given over
the last five years for Christmas out.  You know all the shades
that aren’t quite me and we chose one for Simon, then a touch of
lip-gloss over the top.  Simon’s butt stuck out nicely, then I
was inspired, the final finishing touch.  I took a small butt
plug and oiled it lightly then attached a bunch of feathers to
the end almost like a small feather duster.  I eased it in
without Simon seeing too much.  Then quickly Rebecca and I
changed into our long dresses and escorted our new maid
downstairs where Tracy and Melanie were waiting already with a
glass of sherry.  Simon poured us one out and Tracy whipped out a
camera.
Simon looked taken back.  "You can’t get that on printed at Wal-
Mart." "I don’t need to silly it’s an electronic one you just
take the memory card out and put it in computer." Melanie goosed
him.  "You know I’ve always wanted to do that.  Turn round Simon
let me admire you.  I never thought you’d make such a good maid.
Do you think we ought to keep him as a maid all the time."
Rebecca looked at Simon sideways.  He was frowning but I noticed
he was getting sexually aroused.  Thank god its not quite so
obvious when I get aroused I thought.  "Maybe that would be too
hard on him.  But for special occasions." "What’s in those
mysterious brown boxes with our names on?" Demanded Tracy "Just a
gadget for you to play with." "Can I open mine now?" "Later
Tracy, but I promise you, you can be the very first to try it out
in front of us all after coffee." "Oh I can’t wait.  I’ve always
loved surprises, especially expensive ones." Simon served the
baked trout with lemon, we let him eat his with us after he had
served the others first.  I thought about broiling or grilling
them but thought it would take too much time in the kitchen.  We
followed that with a casserole and finally a chocolate sponge
filled with whipped cream I’d made earlier in the day.
Simon served coffee with cream, I thought about pulling his dress
down and creaming his nipples and then licking them clean but
though maybe not the first time he waits on us.  I did lean
forward though when I spoke to him to make sure he got the full
effect of my cleavage.  I thought the mixture of the plunge
neckline and my new push up bar did a pretty good job.  I only
found out later that Simon preferred me bra less.  He likes to
feel and see my nipples stand out when I wear a silk top and
worries about how I can breath properly in a push up bra.  He’s
so sweet sometimes.  After coffee we wondered into the family
room and sat down.  Melanie commanded Simon to bring Tracy’s
package.  She does the royal command bit so well.  Simon
dutifully brought the package and Tracy unwrapped it.
Eventually she finished with what looked like a half log with a
hole in the top.  "What do I do with it?" "Sit on it?" I guessed.
"Not quite, you sit astride it.  It’s a Sybian isn’t it?" Rebecca
asked Melanie.  "Yes, have you seen one before?" "No but I’ve
heard tales.  Now I understand why Simon might be enough." Well I
thought we might start to get a hormonal problem with four girls
living together and I saw an ad that offered them COD." "I know
you thought what the heck its only cash." Melanie dimpled, "How
well you understand me." Tracy hitched up her long skirts and sat
astride the half log.  "Like this? Do we race them to see who
comes in first?" She asked.  "Nearly." replied Melanie.  "Simon,
could you dig in the rest of the packaging and you should find
some attachments.  I think the smallest one first.  Hop off a
second Tracy whilst Simon puts it together for you." " Yes, Mam."
Simon pulled what looked like a dildo and attached it to the top
of the log.  "There should be some lubricant to wipe on." Simon
wiped the attachment with the lubricant.  "Now Tracy get stride
again and lower yourself onto the cock." "But I can’t" wailed
Tracy.  "Common Tracy you can’t look any worst than I at the
moment." Encouraged Simon "You ride this one and I’ll screw you
tonight just before bed time as a special treat." "What girl can
refuse an offer like that.  OK." Simon walked round and unzipped
her full-length dress down the back and she stepped out of it.
Clad only in a garter belt, stockings and a thong.  "Stockings
Tracy?" Asked Melanie.  "Well I noticed that Simon got aroused
when Karen was wearing them earlier so I thought he might like
them on me." Tracy answered defensively.
Simon stood behind her and placed his arms round her waist.  Then
he guided her to the Sybian.  Tracy lowered herself slowly and I
picked up the control setting it to a non-threatening slow
vibrate and a minimum thrust.  Simon started to nibble the back
of Tracy’s neck and let his hands slip upwards to cup her
breasts.  I was starting to feel rather warm, have you noticed
after a big meal you do sometimes? I felt a hand slid behind my
back.  "Um you look warm girl, want to tease Simon a bit more?"
"Well we could do but wouldn’t that be a bit cruel I mean we
don’t want to over do it do we?" "Don’t we?" Sometimes I just
fall in with Rebecca's plans I really don’t think things through,
I trust her, you would have thought I’d learnt by now.  "OK"
"Stand up a moment." I did as Rebecca bid me.  She stood behind
me and slipped her hands onto my hips then whispered in my ear.
"Doesn’t it make you hot to look at Tracy being fucked by a
machine whilst Simon, our Simon nibbles the back of her neck like
this?" I felt her teeth graze over my skin, "Or would you prefer
this?" She sucked my ear lobe into her mouth.  I melted and
stepped back into her.  Her hands came up and covered my breasts.
Her tongue licked the back of my neck.  She stepped back and I
felt my long back zipper being undone, my bra was unhooked, then
I had stepped out of my dress and was being pulled down to the
sofa.  Her fingers were doing delicious things to my breasts I
felt a finger drawn tiny circles over the embroidery on the front
of my thong.  I started counting left breast one hand, right
breast second hand, briefs third hand, I looked up to see Melanie
smiling at me.  "I just thought Simon would like to see your
facial expressions when I drew little circles with my finger on
your briefs.  My you don’t shave do you.  Do you realise its
tickling my fingers?" I didn’t know whom was being teased but I
had this feeling that Simon wasn’t the only one.  My fingers
found the remote control and I increased the thrusting movement
into Tracy’s pussy a notch.  I closed my eyes and just let the
hands wonder over me.  When I opened them occasionally I could
see I had Simon’s full attention even though he was caressing
Tracy.  I closed my eyes once more and just relaxed almost
falling asleep.
"OhMyGod!" Tracy gasped, her nipples suddenly stood proud.  "I
guess that ‘s what an orgasm is, and to think all this time I
never knew.  Help me off Simon just help me off.  It just seems
to go on and on.  Mike sort of lasted 2 minutes if I was lucky,
Simon I thought was great at 10 minutes but this, My Oh My.
Thank you Melanie." She turned to Simon "I’ll take a rain cheque
for tonight if I may.  In fact I think I’m ready for bed."
Rebecca arched her brows.  "10 minutes only Simon, what is this
premature ejaculation? I can see I’ll have to supervise you more
closely with young Tracy.  Not giving her full measure now are
we?" Simon looked sheepish.  I felt let down.  There was I
building up to what should have been when Tracy got there first.
I should have kept the control on slow.
Simon came forward and took Rebecca and myself by the hand.  "We
have some unfinished business don’t we ladies?" "Not before you
have unpacked and set up my Sybian in my room I trust.  I’d like
the second largest probe on it please.  After that you may set up
Rebecca’s and Karen’s." Melanie had spoken.  Simon carried the
boxes upstairs, setting up Melanie’s first then setting up ours
in my room.  He closed the door behind him.  "Now ladies the next
sixty minutes are mine I believe" I didn’t like the sound of that
at all.  I mean Simon being firm, this was not the Simon I had
come to love and trample over.  Bec and I exchanged glances.
"First I think we’ll warm you up with ten minutes on the Sybians
here.  On you get." We mounted, Simon turned them both on at a
low setting.  I was becoming flushed once more when the rat
switched me off and led me to the bed, he pulled back the covers.
God I was ready for him, was it going to be his tongue or his
penis inside me I wondered.  I stretched out on the bed and
quietly fingered myself.  Simon went back for Rebecca and
switched her off as well.  "Meanie just as I was getting used to
it." She pouted.  He led her back to me and pointed to my crotch.
"Eat her out please." "What!" "What did you say!" I suddenly woke
up.  "Eat her out please." "Rebecca what did you have to say we
would do whatever he said for an hour for?" "No way." "Oh I don’t
know all I know is I need someone to eat me out, as Simon puts
it, desperately." "OhMyGod but you like tell absolutely no one
alright?" "Anything, just get munching."
Rebecca started at my knees and worked her way up.  Her kisses,
nibbles and caresses were gentler than any boys but she seemed to
have a much better idea of where my sensitive spots were.  She
also knew not to lick my clitoris directly, not that I needed
much stimulation anyway after what had happened so far this
evening.  I can still remember the feel of those last few strokes
of her tongue.
"Hey that was good.  I’ve always had a fantasy about watching two
girls.  Now I want you to give me a blow job Rebecca." "But I
don’t know how." "Come here Simon and I’ll show Rebecca how to do
it." I took Simon’s member in my hand and gently ran the tip of
my tongue over his glans.  Then I cupped his balls and licked
them.  Soon he was hard again.  I ran my tongue the full length
for his penis then took him in my mouth.  After a couple of
minutes I came up for air.  "Want to try?" "Well I don’t know."
"Please." Came from Simon.  Rebecca beckoned him across and
gingerly plied her tongue.  Some how Simon didn’t seem to mind
her amateurish efforts but guided her to what he enjoyed the
most.  Bec came up for air and gave Simon a slow hand job whilst
she caught her breath.  "How come you’re such an expert then?" "I
was talking to Jennifer about it about how it sounded so yuck and
she said it wasn’t really with the right boy.  So she said she’d
show me.  So I had lessons from her using her brother as the life
sized model." "OhGod and you never told me." "Hey woman back to
work." "Yes, oh Master, but just remember you’d only got twenty
minutes of fantasy domination left so enjoy them." With that she
returned to Simon’s blow-job.
I rolled across the bed and buzzed Simon on his cheek.  "So is
life worth living after Alison?" "Alison who’s Alison." I kissed
his nose, forehead and other bits that I could reach, caressing
his head, neck, chest with my fingers.  Simon sort of stiffened
then relaxed.  "Thank you, I’d always wondered what it would be
like." I held my arms out to Rebecca.  "Come and have a hug." "It
wasn’t too bad actually, I think I see what Jennifer meant when
she said it wasn’t really yuck with the right boy." She turned to
Simon "but don’t you start getting too many ideas." "I think
there’s time for just one more." Oh dear I had a sense of
impending doom and to think I thought boys didn’t have many
ideas.  "Karen I’d like you to eat Rebecca out whilst I fondle
her breasts." "Karen next time I start to say something really
stupid stop me." "Yes Mistress.  Now would Mistress Rebecca like
to part her legs for me?" "No." But she did slowly anyway.  I’d
always wondered what it would feel like to lick someone’s slit
and clitoris.  I ran my hands across her thighs doing the sort of
things that had turned me on in the past.  I looked up to see
Simon frenching Rebecca besides paying her breasts attention as
well.  I think we were a good fifteen minutes over time when
Rebecca finally came.  I could sense when she was getting close
and almost broke off and said time up but I was restrained.  I
wasn’t sure if she would ever speak to me again if I did.
Life settled down into a routine once more.  Mr. Sturgeon dropped
by with a set of papers for Simon, I checked with my copy, the
same as ours but a different address.  I noticed that Simon seem
to quite often sport an erection first thing in the morning.  It
seemed such a waste not to use it so I got into the habit of
waking up a little before Simon and masturbating until I was
lovely and wet then nibbling the end of his penis to wake him up.
As soon as he grew hard I’d slip him into me.  I know I was only
guaranteed three services a week but provided the others didn’t
lose out it seemed a shame not to grant him a little pleasure in
life.  Especially when he was so polite, using please and saying
thank you.  I really enjoyed wearing ironed blouses and panties.
Sometimes I’d stop during the day and just imagine Simon easing
the creases out and smoothing the panties I was wearing.
I noticed a changed Alison around the bar.  She wasn’t hanging
out with red sports car Richard any more but rather with one of
the frat houses, the Grots.  Her clothes had changed as well she
was dressed in a much more tramp-like way these days.  I asked
Melanie what the gossip was, since she seemed to know more about
what was going on than anyone else, about it.  Apparently she’d
had a change of fortune, Daddy had run off with the contents of
his company’s bank account, safe and 19 year old bimbo secretary
leaving behind a bankrupt company and an upset mummy.  Her
parent’s home had been used as collateral for the business so it
looked like mummy was going to lose that.  Allison’s rent cheque
had bounced, the landlord had been a bit slow paying it in.
Partially because her apartment had been brought by a new land
lord and it had got lost in the legal process.  Now the new
landlord’s agent was pressing for his rent.  On hearing Allison’s
sob story had mentioned that if she was interested he had a few
contacts for her to do some pole dancing at the weekend out of
town which paid quite well.
She’d agreed and had been offered a free ride, on the Friday a
black limo had picked her up and driven her out of town to a club
called the Blue Lagoon.  Once there she’d tried her hand at the
wet tee shirt contest but hadn’t won, then some sort of obscene
bicycle race, she’d lost that as well.  The pole dancing only
paid $5 a dance and she had heard about girls earning $300 in a
night so was feeling a bit peeved.  Then someone called Trish had
suggested she try lap dancing one on one, the first few seemed to
go well.  She danced naked pushed her naked breasts close to the
guy’s nose a couple of times but that was the sum of it and at
$10 a dance it paid better than the pole.  At the Blue Lagoon the
clientele seemed to be split into two parts, one section was what
she had always imagined a bar would be like and the other had
white table clothes and seemed to be eating haute cuisine.  She’d
asked Trish about it and was told that Jean-Pierre the chef had
decided to start cooking haute cuisine again and thus they
attracted some very up market clientele.  One of which she
discreetly pointed out to Alison.  He was being wined and dined
because he was an important business contact.  Trish had been
approached about getting him a very special lap dance one where
the lap dancer took his finger and danced so that it slipped
inside her.  If Alison wasn’t interest she was sure Joanna would
be and in the $200 cash bonus that went with it.  Trish had
explained to her all you had to do was get the client to hold his
finger out in front of him and the lower yourself onto it.  Mind
you it helped if you were moist first.
So Alison had been feeling well pleased with herself when she
came back on Sunday evening.  The next weekend she and Richard
had gone to a Vicars and Tarts party that Richard had arranged.
He’d borrowed the Grots party room since their football team was
playing an away game that weekend.  He’d even told her not to
worry about money, he’d arranged some new accommodation for her.
At midnight she found out what it was.  Richard and his friends
left, Richard saying his father had recognised her when Richard
had shown him her photograph as the girl who had performed on
stage with a string of pearls stuffed up her cunt, and then
stuffed his finger up there as well.  On top of which he’d been
told that she’d had a boy living in her room for three weeks
before meeting him and he didn’t appreciate everyone else fucking
her especially when she played little Miss Innocent when he was
around, in other words he wasn’t getting any when everyone else
was.
His parting words were "The stripper’s in here boys, she might
act a bit coy at first.  By the way your things are downstairs by
the front door.  Welcome to your new home." The football team and
supporters had started celebrating their victory on the way home.
They were ready to continue.  Richard had arranged that she
should live at the Grots frat house being passed from bed to bed.
The Grots had generously decided she could be the official Grot
slut but she made $1 extra per blow job or fuck after the first
per day which paid for her board and lodging.
I looked at Melanie, "Melanie dear your source of information
won’t have been the driver of a black limo by chance, who just
happened to have a few useful contacts?" "Well yes, he wanted to
come over and visit Veronica anyway.  Mind you if you think about
it it’s only the same deal that Simon has, food and accommodation
in return for sexual favours." Some how it didn’t seem quite the
same to me but I thought I’d just keep quiet.  I reflected on how
important a girl’s reputation was.  Then I was struck by a
thought.  "Melanie" I asked "Why was daddy’s company about to go
bankrupt?" "I’m not sure I heard something about a full tax
audit." "Melanie?" "Well Ok.  I just happened to walk into the
tax office in a blonde wig, dark glasses, high heels and a short
summer dress and handed over a plain brown envelope to the
receptionist with the words that Allison’s father had asked me to
pass it to Mr. Granger, was he the manager?" "You didn’t?" "I did
and it was one of Allison’s dad’s company’s envelopes as well."
"Let me guess stuffed with notes?" She looked thoughtful for a
moment then looked at me.  "Only a few dozen used ones sort of a
mixture of $5s and $10s." "I can’t think why they decided to do
an audit?" "I can’t think why either."
Time drifted by.  I found that the sessions with the Sybian
seemed to help me achieve an orgasm faster with Simon and more of
them.  Even at $3 each they were beginning to add up.  Still
Simon used some of the money to buy us bunches of flowers from
time to time which was a nice touch and I really didn’t begrudge
him, he earnt every cent.
Then Simon dropped his bombshell.  Shelly, his sister, was
thinking of coming to our University.  She wanted to come up have
a look round and his parents wanted to come as well.  "So?" asked
Rebecca.  "Well I’m not sure how they’ll take it with me sharing
a house with four girls." "I hardly think you can ask us to have
a sex change operation to accommodate your less than broad minded
parents." "Children please.  I have an idea." The others turned
to look at me.  "Tracy go and kiss Melanie on the lips please."
Tracy looked at me then did as I had bid.  Melanie suddenly
clicked, "Might work.  I think it had better be my mother don’t
you think?" Simon looked puzzled.  "What’s the idea?" "Well my
mother flipped when she knew I was living with a boy." "She did,
but would have flipped even more if she thought I was sleeping
with a girl." "Oh but I thought you said she was very
understanding and kept giving all sorts of books about sex and
stuff." Questioned Tracy.  Rebecca looked at Tracy "If we pretend
that Karen and I are lovers and that you and Melanie are lovers
then when Simon’s parents come Melanie can say how wonderful
Simon is by living with her so that her mother only flipped once
and not twice as she would have done if she thought Melanie was
gay." "Oh got it now." "Now then for the weekend when they come I
suggest that we give them Karen’s room, Karen sleeps with Rebecca
and Tracy sleeps in my room leaving Simon to sleep in Tracy’s
room." "Shelly on the family room sofa?" asked Simon.  "Can’t I
stay in my room if Simon is sleeping there?" "One tracked mind,
no it will look better if you don’t." "Which weekend Simon?"
"Best be as soon as possible otherwise it looks like we have
something to hide."
The great day arrived.  I’d stripped all my underwear out of my
room and moved it to Rebecca’s but we decided to leave the long
dresses in Simon’s room, because there was more room there and I
didn’t want to crush them.  The doorbell rang so we let Simon go
and answer it.  Introductions were made and greetings were
exchanged.  Rebecca gave me a kiss on the cheek and the play
commenced.  Melanie kissed Simon’s mother on the cheek and
announced "I’m so pleased to meet you at last." Simon’s mother’s
eyebrows rose.  "Well my parents are so behind the times.  If I
told them I was living with Tracy they’d flip but by accepting me
living with Simon they think they are so liberated.  Besides
which I wanted to tell you how impressed I am with him doing the
ironing and helping in the kitchen.  You must have trained him
well." His father spoke "Simon my son, this is a surprise.  A
side of you we must see more often at home." Simon threw a look
at Melanie that promised retribution later.  I thought I’d better
show them to their room and get them a cup of coffee before too
many things were said.
I led them upstairs, I felt his father’s eyes on my butt but
fortunately I was wearing jeans again rather than the skirts I’d
affected for Simon’s benefit.  Simon’s mother looked round my
room.  "I don’t remember in my young days as a student having
anything quite as nice as this.  How do you afford it?"
"Melanie’s the one with money, she actually brought the house and
we sort of just split the bills.  I think she was advised that
four bedroomed house prices were depressed at the moment so she
spent her legacy on this one and is hoping prices improve when
she graduates in four years time." "So Simon helps with the
bills? They must be quite high for a house this size" "I’m not
sure.  I think she wanted to throw her mother off the track so
that’s how he came to live here with us." "Which is Alison did
you say?" "I think she was a girl he was sweet on when I first
knew him but she’s history now." I crossed my fingers behind my
back.  "But if I were you I’d talk to Rebecca she has a few
courses with Simon so probably knows more what he’s been up to
than I would." His parents looked thoughtful.  "I’ll leave you to
it.  If you want anything we probably haven’t got it but if we
have just ask.  I’m afraid the dresses in the closet are mine,
Simon doesn’t seem to mind them hanging there and the house is a
bit short of closet room." I scurried out and ran downstairs to
the kitchen.
I saw Bec "They’re asking a lot of questions." "Don’t worry we’ll
just have to throw them off then won’t we." We heard footsteps
coming down the stairs.  Bec came over and kissed me full on the
lips, I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, I wrapped my arms
around her waist and felt her arms around my neck.  Her leg
slipped between mine her pubic bone ground into my hip, her hip
ground into my pubic bone.  "Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to
disturb you." We broke away flushed.  "Oh dear." said Bec "I
don’t suppose you ever thought your son would be living with a
group of lesbians, I’m sorry but she’s so tasty.  Now then let’s
get you a cup of tea or was it coffee."
After coffee Tracy asked if anyone could drive her down to the
mall because she wasn’t very comfortable parking the van.
Simon’s dad volunteered and his mum decided to go along for the
ride.  Melanie looked up, "I think I’ve run out of eye make up do
you mind of I tag along?" Tracy smiled sweetly at Simon "I think
some of the shopping might be heavy." Simon took his cue.
"Really and you’d like me to tag along to carry things?" "Simon
you know me so well." She turned to Simon’s mother.  "He’s so
sweet.  He escorts me to church every Sunday morning then pampers
me for the rest of the day.  You must miss not having it around
the house." Shelly’s jaw dropped.  She waited until everyone had
left then turned on Becky and I.
"Did I hear right Simon going to church every Sunday? Simon doing
the ironing? Simon washing up? We are talking about the same
person here, Simon my brother whom I’ve never known look at an
iron or a washing up brush before in his life or at least the
eighteen years I’ve known him." She cocked her head and looked at
Bec.  "You like him." She accused.  Bec blushed a little.  "You
like him a lot." Bec blushed a little more.  "You like him more
than a lot." Bec was growing quite pink now.  "He doesn’t know
does he?" Bec was growing a deeper shade of pink.  "Something’s
going on here and I want to know what.  What happened to Alison?"
I exchanged glances.  "What do you think of the university so
far?" "You’re changing the subject but its OK.  The civil
engineering course looks not too bad, its what I want to do, but
I’m not sure I can afford to live away from home so I might end
up studying primary school teaching at the local collage near
home." "I suppose we’d better tell you all but you’re sworn to
secrecy." "Maybe if you make it worth my while." "Come upstairs
and all will be revealed." I led the way into Rebecca’s room and
sat down in the reading chair.  Bec walked across the room and
took out a plastic bag containing a fresh Sybian probe.  She
carefully applied some lubrication then placed it on my Sybian,
which we had moved into her room to avoid comment.  "Sit down."
"What on that?" "Yes please, you’ll find it easier if you take
your panties off first." "Why and what is it?" "It’s part of the
answer and you won’t get any more out of us until you do." I
spoke up.  "Please do, it won’t hurt you it’s just a way of
ensuring it’s worth your while to stay silent." Shelly gently
lowered herself onto the probe.  "It’s a bit cool." I turned it
on, on it’s very lowest settings.  "Now then who is going to
start confessing."
How should I start? Where should I start.  I started with Alison
and continued to the fateful night when Simon had got drunk and
we’d brought him home.  Shelly was surprised when she found out
that Simon normally slept in my bed.  Rebecca mentioned what had
happened to Alison and that’s when I realised Allison’s old
address and the address I’d seen on Simon’s papers were the same.
I thought Melanie hadn’t told me everything.  I shook my head in
admiration.  God that girl was good.
Shelly looked shocked when she found out what Simon did for beer
money.  "You mean like he services you all? Even Tracy?" We
nodded.  "OhMyGod my brother, the gigolo.  Is he any good?" Bec
interrupted "He’s getting better." "You know I paid him $27 last
week." I commented "Twenty seven, that’s 9 sessions a week plus
the others?" "Well he gets hard first thing in the morning and it
would be a waste not to make use of him." Shelly looked shocked
in the way that only an innocent eighteen-year-old who likes to
think of herself as being broad minded can.  Whilst she was still
in shock I turned the Sybian up a notch.  She started to get a
glazed look about her eyes.  "To think my brother who always
swore the first girl he bedded would be the girl he married could
end up like this." "Well I haven’t completely turned him down
yet.  I’m still not completely sure about him.  I mean I wanted
him to experience one or two others first then I know he’ll be
happy being faithful to me.  He needs his horizons expanding in
fact I think all the practise is improving his performance.
Besides which if it hadn’t been for Karen’s soft heart I don’t
think I would have brought him home that night so she deserves
some reward."
Interesting I thought.  Shelly needed distracting so I turned the
controls up.  God she was loud anyone would think she hadn’t had
a multiple orgasm before.  Rebecca and I lifted the poor girl
off.  She looked shattered.  "God that was really something." She
paused "I think I’ve got three dollars in my purse." she started
hesitantly.  "Do you think I could try Simon out as well?" Incest
I thought.  Well I suppose if she did we won’t have to worry
about her talking to mummy and daddy would we.  "I mean it’s
always been a fantasy to have my cherry taken by him and from
what I hear he sounds like he might be more fun that getting
drunk and losing it in the back seat somewhere.  Besides which
mother’s been making take the pill ever since I was thirteen just
in case.  I want some case now please." I looked at Rebecca,
"Well she has to lose it some time and you have to confess Simon
is quite a considerate lover, and you did say you wanted to
expand his horizons." "OhMyGod it’s like unreal.  Are you really
still a virgin?" "Yes well you don’t meet the right sort of
people going to church all the time." "We could do a tiny bit of
fancy dress." Rebecca caught on immediately.  "The virginal white
touch?" I nodded.  "White stockings, garter belt, the white sheer
thong with the side ties, the matching sheer third cup white
bra." "Over your white unbuttons all the way down the front
dress, the one that needs a slip under it to look decent." "Touch
of rouge on her nipples." "God we’ll do it."
Rebecca turned to Shelly.  "First we have to get rid of everyone
tonight." "Oh that’s easy there’s a live ballet performance of
the Nutcracker Suite downtown mother would love to see it and dad
would as well." I picked up the phone.  "Melanie, could you pull
the spare tickets for the Nutcracker Suite trick for tonight and
get Simon’s parents out of the way?" "Well I could try but
Simon’s dad’s already brought them.  He thought he’d treat his
wife whilst they are in the big city.  I brought some for Tracy
and I but Simon wasn’t interested.  Want some? I could go back
and get some more?" I assured her I didn’t and that Rebecca and
Shelly would pass as well.
After tea, everyone went off.  Shelly waved her parents good bye
then turned and went upstairs to get ready.  We let Simon do the
washing up then Rebecca and I took him by the hand, one each and
led him upstairs.  "But what happens if Shelly hears?" "Oh don’t
be such a worry pot.  It’ll be OK." We led him into Rebecca’s
room and sat him on the bed.  "We’ve changed the rules a bit."
"What do you mean changed the rules a bit?" "Shelly wants to feel
the difference between a Sybian and a live male.  She’s already
tried out the Sybian now she wants an orgasm and you’re going to
give her one." "What!" Shelly entered the room dressed in white.
"Hi Simon, playtime." She smiled.  "No way.  This is incest."
"So?" "Now Simon stop being selfish.  Would you want your sister
to lose her virginity drunk in the back seat of a car or at the
hands of the first STD infected male who comes along?" "No."
"Well the girl is curious and we think you ought to help her."
"But not my sister." "Why what’s wrong with her?" "Nothing."
"There you are then here we have a young beautiful virgin" here
Rebecca unbuttoned the white dress.  "One pair of ripe young
breasts." Shelly could see Simon was tempted "Simon it’s always
been one of my fantasies to seduce my big handsome brother." "And
you’ve always been one of mine Shelly but that doesn’t make it
right." "Oh if that’s all that’s bothering you I could blackmail
you then you wouldn’t have to take responsibility now would you.
I thought about running off some of those photographs that Tracy
took, I’m certain your mother would love another picture of her
handsome son." Simon looked at me, I smiled sweetly back.  "I
could print a few off for Shelly as well if you like for her to
hand round all her friends." "Yes please they sound fun photos.
Simon I hear you do have some expertise, I’d hate to be subject
to some fumbling boy, it could be embarrassing if he and I both
didn’t know what to do."
Shelly gave a little wiggle that reminded me of Philippa my
Aunt’s Siamese cat’s characteristic wiggle just before she
pounced, and stepped out of her dress.  It pooled at her feet.
"Like the stockings Simon." She asked huskily.  She took his hand
and ran it over her silk stockings.  "Don’t you just love the
feel of silk?" She moved his hand up over her stocking tops,
"Does my skin feel silky as well?" She stroked her thong with his
fingers, "Simon does that swelling mean you are finding me
attractive? How’s does this feel Simon.  How would you like to
run your tongue over them Simon?" Simon’s hand moved to her hip,
he gently tugged at her bow.  The sheer white thong fell away
from her leg, his hand moved to her other hip, he tugged again.
She shrugged, the scrap of material fell away.  She guided his
hand back to her pubic hair.  "Doesn’t it feel nice and soft
Simon?" She stalked her prey, moving slowly towards him, closer
and closer.  She slid her hands round the back of his head and
guided his head towards her pubic hair.  "Tongue out Simon, show
me how well you can find my…" Her voice died away.  Rebecca and I
guided her to the bed and lay her down.  Simon’s hands clutched
her hips, his face buried in her pubic hair.  "God you weren’t
kidding were you.  He’s good.  Very good.  Oh My he’s good."
Rebecca looked at me and then at Shelly’s breasts, I shrugged,
why not make a really intense experience.  I paid attention to
one, Rebecca the other.  I’ve always been a believer of working
in teams.  I think that after a few minutes even Shelly could
feel the benefits as well.  I felt the beginnings of something
deeper, "Every body change" I called out "What?" came the
spluttered reply from the bed then "OhMyGod" as Simon taking the
hint plunged into his sister’s gushing waiting pussy.  Rebecca
and I did a five high over the moving mass of bodies below.
"Another satisfied customer do you think Madam?" She asked me
before we both collapsed on the floor giggling.


  
Simon