Author: Wade Mondegam, Copyright © 1997 Master Wade.

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Paul slipped his paisley-patterned silk smoking jacket on and checked his hair in the mirror. What a shame he couldn't have all this on video, or have his friend Dix here taking 35mm snapshots.

He walked to the door and opened it, smiling broadly at his three guests. "Ladies! Come in, please. I'm so glad you agreed to come."

Peggy entered first, stopping long enough to wrap her arms around Paul and give him a big kiss. "Paul, you remember Barbara,

I'm sure..." "Yes, hello Barbara. You're as lovely as ever." He kissed her cheek lightly. "And this is our friend Anne. Anne, Paul Medlin."

Anne had a flushed look on her face which Paul immediately recognized as a mixture of excitement and having just been made to come. He glanced quickly at the other two women, making a wild guess at which one it had been who had done that to her, but keeping his guess to himself. "Anne, I can now understand why I never see Peggy anymore. You are simply adorable! I don't know how you got mixed up with this crowd, but I'm really glad you did. Please, come on in and make yourself at home."

Anne found herself almost at a loss for words. She hadn't thought about all of this exciting her as much as it did, but the combination of Barbara's head between her legs on the ride over, and meeting this wonderfully virile and handsome man was almost too much for her already, and the "fashion" show hadn't even begun yet.

She got out a soft but genuine "thank you" and allowed herself to be led into the great room. "I'll fix us all some drinks, but first you have to help me turn this couch around." "Hey, do we look like the Mayflower movers or something?",

Peggy asked, teasingly. "You look like three angels from heaven," Paul replied, chuckling, "and if you are, how about just snapping your fingers so we don't have to strain our backs?"

Peggy snapped her fingers, but nothing happened, so the three of them put their shoulders to the task which was quickly accomplished. Paul invited them to take their seats, and began mixing drinks at the bar.

As he prepared the drinks, Paul watched the three women in the mirror that ran the full length of the old antique bar. He had known Peggy for years, and could still remember every curve and hollow of her delightful body. Never one to be outdone, if she could help it, Peggy was dressed to kill in a tight little mini that showed her legs off wonderfully. Outrageously high heels and a blouse that must have had a button on it somewhere completed her outfit. Paul ran his eyes over her body, remembering the feel of her baby soft blonde hair brushing his face and of her thighs clamping him tightly. She knew him only too well, and winking at him in the mirror, made a big show of crossing her racehorse legs.

Barbara was a long drink of water, at least 5'10" in her stocking feet. Paul had enjoyed watching she and Peggy together, the redhead and the blonde, and had often wondered what Barbara would be like, but he knew of her reluctance with men and respected her prejudices. It was something of a miracle that anyone actually ever preferred men to women. Barbara wore black velvet pants, and it was no mistake. She was the type of woman who would probably look wonderful in pants forever. She also had the biggest tits of any of the three, a fact that was never lost on Peggy who made up in exposure what she lacked in size, especially when she was with

Barbara.

The new one, Anne, was so different from the others that she almost looked out of place. She could not have been much over 5' tall, certainly not taller than 5'2". Almost everything about her was petite, from her tiny feet to her thin, short nose. Only one feature could be considered big, and that was her eyes, big brown eyes which seemed to be always open wider than necessary. They were the perfect complement to her jet black hair which was cut in a pageboy style. Her skin was like Ivory, delicate and creamy, with only enough faults here and there to confirm her humanity.

Anne wore a sensible dark green dress with a square cut bodice and a full skirt. Paul could never look at a girl like Anne in a dress like that without envisioning it bunched around her waist, her legs open, her fingers holding her lips apart. The soft fabric of the skirt hung comfortably around her legs as she sat with them crossed, revealing just a touch of thigh along the bottom of her right leg. She wore no stockings, and her pale skin glistened in the indirect lighting of the greatroom. "Alright now, ladies," Paul said as he turned to pass out the drinks, "here are the ground rules: The young lady who is modeling for you is Anna Maria. If she has ever done anything like this before, I don't know about it, but I believe you will be surprised by the job she does. I have told her nothing at all about you; in fact she is probably expecting an entirely male audience. I can only guess what here reaction will be when she sees you, but I am confident she will find this to be a very exciting experience." He paused to take a sip of his own drink. "Now, I hope you will allow Anna Maria to perform for you, and by that I mean that I will appreciate it if you will exercise some restraint. I encourage you to flirt with her, and to exercise all your subtle seductiveness to excite her, but please remember that you are not at Chippendales. You are going to want to see more of my little Anna Maria, and her reaction to this evening will have much to do with whether that happens or not. Just relax and enjoy yourselves and follow her lead, please. Any questions?"

Peggy uncrossed her legs and leaned forward with her hands on her thighs, purposely displaying her charms. "Are we permitted to touch, Master?"

Paul smiled. Peggy seldom called him Master in the presence of others, usually only when she wanted something. "You may touch her anywhere, all of you. But even if she is willing, even if she initiates it, I do not want her making love to anyone but me tonight. Make her want it all you can, and allow her to turn you on all you want to, but save that for another time.

Okay?"

The girls all nodded in agreement. Anne, much to her surprise, found herself blushing at his remarks. "Any other questions? No? Alright, bear with me one moment, while I check to see if our little starlet is ready."

Paul opened the door to the bedroom and looked in. Anna Maria was dressed, sitting at the makeup table putting the finishing touches on her eyelashes. He slipped in quietly and stood behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders and kissing the top of her head. "I'm so nervous, Master. I really want to please you so much." "And I know you will, Anna. Just be your adorable, natural self, and you'll be fine. I'll be standing behind them, and you will always be able to see me. If I want you to do something special I'll give you a signal you'll be able to understand. Are you ready?"

Anna Maria turned and kissed his hand softly, laying her head against his arm. "Yes," she replied, quietly with a sigh of resignation, "I'm ready."

Paul walked through the door ahead of her, reached back to take her hand, and presented his new slave to the anxious audience of hungry women. "Ladies, allow me to present...Anna Maria!"

Anna Maria had expected there to be at least one woman in the group, but it had never dawned on her that they would all be women.

She felt a momentary twinge of disappointment, based primarily on the fantasizing she had been doing all evening. But as she took a deep curtsy and looked at the three women, her disappointment quickly changed to a mixture of relief and excitement. She felt much more relaxed already than she would have been had there been men in the group. She could almost pretend that she was just doing it for Betty now. But thinking of Betty would make her wet, and goodness knows, she would be wet enough as it was.

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