Ann Ch. 29

Thursday morning came too early. We slept until Jen's phone alarm, but I woke up feeling like I could sleep at least an hour more. Perhaps we should go to bed earlier, that is, go to sleep earlier, or perhaps have an evening once in a while when we didn't have sex. I reckoned it was impossible with those two insatiable girls I loved, and I wasn't so sure I wasn't one myself.

I prepared breakfast and opened the last jar of honey. I had another one in my apartment, but we were running low on honey and homemade jam. I could have Ellie send me more honey and buy some jam at the farmer's market, or perhaps buy our honey there, too. I could buy some fruit and berries and cook our own jam, since I didn't know any places to pick wild berries. Decisions, decisions...

We talked about our plans for the next few days. Jen had a normal day that Thursday, but would like to help her colleagues out by staying an hour or two later on Friday.

"I know the party is tomorrow, and you said you meet up at half past four, perhaps five, and then you begin eating at six. If Rosie helps me, we can be there at five or perhaps a few minutes later. Is that ok, Ann?"

"I used to stay at work to get things ready, but I don't have to do it this year. I don't like being the last one to arrive, especially when it's the first time they see me in a skirt and bringing my girlfriends. I can ask Jeannette and Tom to pick me up here - it is not far from their way to work."

"It would be great if you could do that. I have a colleague that needs time to pick up children and bring them to the grannies. If we are lucky, we can be there even before five."

Rosie cleared her throat:

"I can drive us back home tomorrow night. Then we've had one night each as designated drivers."

I hadn't planned to drink anything - I might say or do something inappropriate:

"I can drive, too. I won't drink tomorrow. I might end up kissing all evening."

"We didn't tell you? When your Mistress tells you to drink, you drink!"

It was just a joke, I sensed, so I replied:

"It is not in the contract."

"Your contract is the short one, with just one word: Obey!"

"As You please, Mistress."

I leaned over for a kiss, and gave Rosie one, too. I continued:

"And tonight, I'll suggest we take an Uber or Lyft both ways. It is a night without obligations."

"I am looking forward so much to tonight. I have loved Jen for years and loved to be out with her, but being three is fantastic. I want to show the world!"

Rosie's eyes and smile were beaming. I felt the same way - 'To show the world' might not be a wrong expression for me, too. At least the next day, I would show MY world.

Jen got ready and took her sandwich bag. She hugged me and gave me a kiss for her sandwiches, and with Jen out the door, Rosie and I had time for some ankle training. Afterward, Rosie got a dildo from the bedroom, and we compared gag reflexes. Rosie was better than me, but we could both handle our deepest depth for perhaps five or ten seconds only, before our gag reflexes kicked in for real. I was a bit disappointed, but Rosie said it was good progress, and though I gagged, I was gradually getting used to it. She shoved the rubber phallus down my throat again, and when I gagged, she just held it there. I tried to pry her hands away, but she kept the dildo in my mouth. I made a series of gagging sounds, and my eyes filled with tears. Then something happened: Rosie pushed the foreign object further down my throat, and my gagging continued, but didn't get worse.

"This is good! I cannot get it further in; it is not any longer."

She pulled it out, and I formed an 'O' with my lips to clean most of the saliva from it. My gagging stopped, and I rubbed the tears from my eyes and cleared my throat.

"Man, that was intense. But yes, I am satisfied with myself now. I haven't pushed myself enough."

"It is alright. I forced myself to the full depth the other day, and we are on the same level. Now try again."

She filled my mouth again with soft plastic. This time I was prepared and got a better result. Rosie took the dildo to her own mouth and managed to take the whole length as I did.

"We'll do this every morning. I think we've gotten very far now, don't you?"

"Sure! But no more to my daily routines; I have a hard time keeping track of what I've got for now. If I had lived alone, I would have made a daily checklist."

"We don't believe in lists. Nor contracts. If it means something to you, you'll remember. And if you forget things, you'll get a demerit. What's not to like?"

I smiled at her, and we got ready for work.

Jeannette and I arrived at the same time. As we stood next to each other in the office, she suddenly hugged me:

"I cannot wait to meet your girlfriends tomorrow. Tom asked if we should pick you up on the way, now that you don't need to stay at work for the preparations, but you drive together?"

"In fact, no. I would be glad to ride with you. Jen is working late, so they'll be here at five o'clock, perhaps some minutes later."

"Can you be ready by four? We're not sure how traffic will be. There might be a train. I hate them!"

"They're rather inconvenient. Luckily, I've got my bicycle, so I don't have to queue up like the cars. But I still have to wait five or ten minutes for it to pass."

"I am so tempted to buy a bicycle, too. I guess I'm too lazy."

"And you spend time in the gym? You could save time there - and in the traffic!"

"I might do it. What if it's raining?"

"Have you ever heard of rain gear? It's important in the morning, unless you want to change your wet clothes at work. If it begins during the day, you can get home wet and change there. Luckily, we're in the southern states; the rain is not freezing cold. If you get a bike, remember to buy a helmet. Cars are driving everywhere here."

"I know. I'm usually inside one of them."

Nothing much happened at work that day, and on my way home, I couldn't think of anything but our evening out. I had this blue handbag, and I decided I would carry it solely with my blue dress, so I needed another bag. I shopped a bit on my way home and got a small brown leather bag in a thrift shop. It had small details in tiny silver rivets and a nice fake buckle. It had a magnetic closure, which was good for protecting my nails. I noticed some damage to my nail polish, so I needed the girls to help me before we left for dinner. I think it was in the gym I had done the most damage, and I had texted Rosie during the day to ask if she could help me:

"Sure, I saw it this morning. I have the red one I wear now, and it will be nice to you tomorrow, too. It is a gel, so it is easy and fast to apply."

Both girls were home when I arrived, so I got rid of my clothes and got two of my favorite: A full-body hug, skin to skin.

Rosie had set up for nail work at the dining table, and she cut a bunch of small pieces of tissue. She soaked them in nail polish remover and held them on my nails with weird clamps meant for that purpose. They didn't need to soak for long: When she had applied them all, she started over again, removing them one at a time, wiping the polish away with a cotton pad soaked in polish remover. Soon, my nails were clean and dry, and she applied a base coat.

"Don't move or touch anything. The polish will be wet till we harden it."

I didn't move, and soon, my nails were all covered. She took a UV lamp and positioned my four fingers in the slot.

"We take the thumb afterwards. It will heat up a bit; don't be surprised."

But I did. Two seconds after she turned the light on, my four nails hurt briefly as the polish was heating up. I shouted, but the pain disappeared almost immediately. It was unpleasant, but brief. My thumb acted the same way.

"Was it hard? Ready for the other hand?"

I nodded and went through the same torture again.

"A good thing and a bad thing: It is nice and perfect, but we need to do your real polish and a top coat, too."

"Go along. As long as fashion isn't about nail polish on my clit, I'm ok."

Rosie laughed:

"That would be an unforgettable punishment. It wouldn't be healthy, and you'd probably lose your skin there, too."

"Yikes!"

"Yeah, let's stick to the nails."

Soon, she claimed it was over, and I had ten deep red, shining nails like ten ripe cherries. I thanked her and showed them to Jen, who came out to ask us if we wanted a cup of coffee.

"Great! I would like you to wear that color always."

"As You please, Mistress. I hope they last longer than the polish from Friday."

"They should, depending on what you are doing. The polish you had last week was very nice, too. But if you are wearing polish every day, I won't be as pleased as I am now. It is a special thing for you. In fact, I love you whether you are dolled up or you are as the neighbor's daughter."

"And the neighbor's daughter will never doll up?"

"You know what I mean. Awww, I forgot to fill up the water tank!"

That was why I got that coffee maker in the raffle. It was too small for our company; five cups and the water tank is empty. Now Jen had made herself a double-strength coffee sample. She solved the problem by sharing it between all three cups and brewing a decent cup on top of each.

"I need to get used to that coffee maker."

Rosie came with a fast reply:

"A Mistress should not be allowed in the kitchen. She's got subs for that."

"Blah, blah, blah. I'll mock you next time you forget the water."

"Do that, Mistress. Let's have coffee."

I was in doubt about my nails:

"So my nails are fully hardened now?"

"Won't get any harder, Sweetie."

"Wow!"

We sat close on the couch, sipping our coffee. We small-talked and enjoyed that we had enough time for that before dinner. I suggested that we should leave home earlier and take a walk along the river. And so we did.

After a quick shower and our shaving routine, Jen found our clothes: Same underwear as the day before - she hadn't had time to enjoy the leopard sets that much, and it appeared that she had bought two thongs for each bra. White blouses for us, and elastic tight skirts from the waist to the knees; mine was burgundy, Rosie's was red. I wouldn't have chosen a skirt like that, but when I was with my girlfriends, I dared much more; Jen knew exactly how much she could push me out of my comfort zone. I got my two-inch ankle boots and Rosie something similar. Jen was in her usual style: Black, tight jeans, this time with a shine in the fabric. And the boots from her first date with me. I loved those boots. As a final touch, Rosie came with my whale-tail necklace and my bracelet with all the charms. I showed them my finding on my way home, and they approved my choice of handbag,

We had the driver set us off as close as possible to the west end of the Riverwalk, and we strolled along the river in the hour before sunset. I felt that my ass was on display in the tight skirt. The fabric stretched a lot, but not easily, so the skirt was tight when I stood and even tighter when I took a step. We passed our restaurant too early and walked all the way to the canal. We turned around and found a bench to sit on for a few minutes, enjoying the boats on the river and the smell of the ocean coming from the east. With the low sun shining into our eyes, we got to the restaurant and went inside to see if our table was ready. It wasn't, but we waited five minutes, and then we got seated. On our way to the table, I was behind Rosie and saw how nicely the tight skirt emphasized her behind. The two of us must have been a real sight out on the Riverwalk.

We studied the menu card and discussed the dishes. We all wanted to taste at least two main courses, so I ordered four different courses on serving platters, a she-crab soup for each of us, and dessert to be decided later.

It was really a good soup. I had had crab soup and lobster soup before; this was perfect. I regretted I didn't bring my parents here on my birthday; that would have to wait until next time. A table for five. If they could find someone to look after the cattle, they could stay in my old apartment, and I wouldn't need to sleep on the couch. I thought that if we found us a house, we would need a vanilla guest room.

The atmosphere was nice; we had a beautiful view over the busy river at sunset, and the food was excellent.

Jen and Rosie enjoyed the soup too. It was really something special. We had white wine with the soup, and I raised my glass and thanked them for the first month:

"This is very special to me. I have got two girlfriends, tried a lot of things, and I've found myself in so many ways. Thank you, Jen and Rosie. Thank You, Mistress and Miss!"

I had looked around before I spoke; we sat close to a wall, and the table next to us was empty, waiting for the next customers. Furthermore, I kept my voice low in my last sentence. They lifted their glasses too, and we toasted. I continued:

"I am lousy at finding presents, but I've bought you a little thing to remind you of my love for you."

I took two small gifts from my bag and made sure that I gave the right one to the right girl. They unpacked them and found a keyring with a small heart on a very short chain. Jen's was with a blue heart, and Rosie's had a red one. They smiled at me, and we held hands. I would have kissed them, but the guests for the next table had arrived, so we kept a low profile.

Rosie put her gift in her key ring immediately, next to the 'R' she probably got from Jen. Jen opened her purse, and soon, her blue heart hung next to her 'J'. Then she reached into her purse again and handed me a small packet, about the same size as I had given her.

"We have bought you a similar thing- it seems that we are thinking almost the same way."

I unwrapped the small box and opened the lid. Inside were three small silver hearts, each with colored enamel on the side: Pink, blue, and red. They were smaller than the key rings and connected with a thin silver chain, not even an inch long, with a little hook. It was a charm for my bracelet, and Rosie reached over and attached it among all the other charms. It was a cute and lovely gift, and I liked the way the small hearts with their colors stood out from a bracelet kept in silver and black.

"Thank You, girls. Aww, I love it!"

We toasted again, and the waitress removed our soup bowls. I had ordered a bottle of red wine with the main course, so we could choose either white or red to pair with each dish. It was a perfect meal; the food was good and plenty, and we had four dishes to taste. Though we were full, we decided on a small portion of ice cream and a cup of coffee. Without asking my girlfriends, I told the waitress to bring us three cognacs with the coffee.

"As you please. I saw the gifts; is this an anniversary of a kind? I was puzzled that you are three?"

"It IS an anniversary. And you know the old saying: Two is a couple, three is a bliss."

Jen always had a great answer ready. The waitress's eyes opened wide:

"Oh, I see. Happy anniversary, then. Lucky you."

She sent us the warmest smile, and it became obvious she'd been watching us: when she brought our ice dessert, the ice itself was arranged in a heart pattern. And I had pink sprinkles on mine, while Rosie had red and Jen blue. We thanked her, and when she was out of hearing range, Jen stated that if the waitress didn't have a girlfriend, she definitely wanted one.

The waitress returned immediately with our coffee and drinks, wished us a good evening, and told us we could stay late - there weren't any more bookings that evening. We thanked her and sat enjoying our dessert.

The sun had long set, and the few ships on the river had their lights on. We sat silently, enjoying the scenery, occasionally holding hands. Jen sighed:

"This is a fantastic evening, thanks a lot, Ann. I love you!"

"I love you too, both of you!"

A head turned at the neighboring table, but what the hell. You cannot blame people for expressing their love.

It was a warm evening. Eventually, we stood outside the restaurant, not really wanting this to end. I had paid and left a good tip for our waitress; we were a bit drunk, and we were in love. We strolled along the Riverwalk hand in hand and found the bench we had sat on earlier that evening, near the waving girl statue. Hand in hand was what it looked like. Jen was in the middle, holding Rosie's and my wrists as a sign of her dominance over us. I loved that small but powerful gesture.

All good has to come to an end, and we rode back home in a Lyft. Rosie had her keys ready for the street door when she held it so the red heart hung lowest:

"This is lovely. I'll think of you, of us, every time I open a door."

The next Monday, I suspected her to be the one who had attached a pink heart to my bicycle key.

That night was more about Love than about all the other aspects of our life together: We kept it completely vanilla: Chaste kisses, not-so-chaste kisses, caressing, probing, licking, and more kisses. I didn't make pauses to build up tension when I licked a pussy, and I wasn't edged even one time. Our journeys along the beautiful path to the top were slow but uninterrupted. And, man, we saw a lot of tops that evening. As usual, Jen was the loudest if we compared orgasm sounds, though Rosie and I were close to beating her a couple of times.

I lost track of time, of everything, that night. We cuddled and fondled until one got the idea to make another of us the center of attention, and when it was over, we cuddled again until the next one was deemed the victim.

Finally, it ended without us really agreeing to it. We just fell asleep.

Apparently, I slept through Jen's phone alarm. I was woken up by two girls kissing my face all over.

"Good morning, sub sister! I really enjoyed the evening yesterday! Thanks again!"

"And thanks, Rosie, for your way of making me a part of your relationship. I have loved every second, and I am looking forward to spending the next century with you. And with You too, Mistress!"

I hooked an arm around Jen's neck and pulled her head in for a deep kiss.

We hugged until Jen claimed that we were running out of time. She hated being late, and she always wanted a few minutes spare. Finally, we got up and shared a quick shower. I had to skip some of my morning routines, but as Jen put it: It is not important what you eat between Xmas and New Year's Eve. It is about what you eat between New Year's Eve and Xmas.

At work, we weren't busy at all. Our customers knew that we closed the phones at noon, so they left us alone with only urgent calls and e-mails. At one o'clock, the building was almost empty. I got the food delivered and found room for it in the fridge. Everything else was ready. I left with a 'see ya later' to Bernard and a few others, and hurried home. The apartment was empty, and I had almost an hour more than I needed to get ready. Jen had laid my clothes on the bed: the complete outfit from our first date, plus the jewelry I wore the day before. I looked around for tasks to do. I considered asking Jen for a task list, but I doubted that she would write one; they didn't believe in lists and such.

I handwashed all our underwear and wrung them in a towel to prevent drips on the floor under the drying rack. Then I cleaned the kitchen before I took a shower; no need to shave, we did that the day before. I had a cup of coffee and half an hour with my book before my hair was dry. Then I began dressing. First, I tried to apply simple and discreet makeup, and I was satisfied with the result. Perhaps a bit too much eyeliner, but I liked what I saw. Before I dressed, I studied my body in the vanity mirror. I let my hands cup my breasts and enjoyed the red stripe I still had above my nipples. I loved marks that proved my status as a sub to my girlfriends. My ass had no stripes anymore, just an area a little darker than the rest, and a few faint marks down my thighs. We could go swimming next week.

In my bra and thong, I sorted out the last items; Jen had put my black scrunchie on the bed with a note saying: 'Your choice'. I didn't want any choice, so I brushed my hair and made myself a nice ponytail. I let my fingers brush the short hair at my nape - it was about time to give it a touch-up with a buzzer.

I donned the rest of my clothes, including stockings and my kitten heels. A swirl in front of the mirror told me that I was ready to meet the world as a girlfriend in love. Five minutes later, I stood on the sidewalk waiting for my ride. My new purse held my keys, my phone, and some make-up. I missed my big bag with room for everything I might need, but I carried my jacket over my arm for later, if the night became chilly.

Jeannette and Tom came right on time, and as I sat on the back seat, Jeannette turned in her seat and greeted me:

"Gee, you are looking gorgeous. I've never seen you with make-up before. Or in a skirt! You look great! Where did the ugly duckling go? Not that you are ugly at all without makeup; you are looking better and better now that you are losing weight."

I hadn't discussed my weight loss with her, so it had to be visible already. I was kind of proud of that.

"Thanks, it is new to me. It is the first time I have done it myself without supervision. Perhaps the eyeliner is too much."

"No, it's perfect. I can't wait to meet your girlfriends."

Tom, her husband, stopped for a red light and turned to me:

"Oh, yes, you're fantastic. I can't wait to meet them, too. Jeannette claims they are the hottest girls in town, but I doubt it after seeing you today."

I smiled and thanked him. I wasn't used to comments like that.

When we parked in the parking lot, I noticed a black van at the back end. A sign on its side read: 'Plumberbitch'. Of course! Matt brought a friend and a large grill. How stupid could I be? Bitch was his friend, and I had cooked chicken and corn on her large grill last weekend! Tom had seen the van too, and commented on it:

"Who the hell is a plumberbitch? Is it a joke or deep self-irony?"

"I don't know. I think I have heard it before."

Jeanette was puzzled too. I might as well explain sooner rather than later:

"It is a one-woman company, alright. When you meet her, it will make so much sense. She's one of Matt's customers and his friend, too. I have met her a few times."

That was no lie. Apart from the fact that I have met her three or four times a week for the last month, had sex with her girlfriend, and had deep-throated her strap-on until tears stood in my eyes. I had to step carefully this evening. I hoped Bitch would play my game. I trusted her.

We made our way around the building. The party tent stood on the concrete dock area, from the grass area to the canopy over the docks. In case of rain, we could get from the tent to the toilets without getting wet. The dance area in the tent was closest to the canopy, and the buffet occupied the other end, close to a side opening to the back where the grill stood. We weren't the first, so we put our stuff on some chairs on one of the tables and greeted the others. I wanted to say hello to our chefs, so I took Jeannette and Tom to the back, and after taking a deep breath, I stepped out into the late afternoon sun. Matt and Bitch were preparing the large double grill with charcoal, ready to be lit.

"Jeannette and Tom, this is Matt from the retail shop and his friend, owning this great grill."

I had coached Matt and his paperwork (strange that it's still called paperwork when most of it is digital or even online), and I knew him better than everyone else in the company. Most of them hadn't even met him. And what should I call Bitch? I hoped she would help me out.

Matt shook hands with my cellmate and her husband, and Bitch did the same:

"Hi, I'm Bitch, I am one of your customers, and Matt asked me for help."

She held out her hand, and I took it as a polite gesture, playing the game, though I had never shaken her hand before. I had always hugged her. Tom was clearly impressed by her size, and tried to ask a curious question politely:

"I saw your van outside. Ann told me your company name would make sense when I met you. It did. Is it self-irony or?"

Bitch sent him her whitest smile:

"It's a long story, but I've been called Bitch since I was a child. Even from my family. It is not an offensive name to me. And yes, I am a plumber."

"I just wanted to be sure. And please remind me not to complain about the food."

It was obvious what he meant. The two chef-clad people were impressive: Matt wasn't small, and his arms and shoulders were well-developed through his years in the army, and Bitch stood as the tallest of us all, her black skin showing no fat at all, just large muscles on a large frame. One word could describe her: Huge."

Matt had a bucket with beers and ice cubes. He popped a can for each of us, and we toasted. It was new to me; The last years I had been busy with the food until dinner was over, but this year I had made the preparations, ordered the meat, the bread, and the salads. Then I could relax; the board had forbidden me to do anything else, because I was meant to enjoy the party with my girlfriends.

We let Matt and Bitch alone and found our seats. I nodded to Keith, who sat with a few of his friends from the stock. Two of them sat with their girlfriends; the third and, of course, Keith, without a partner. I smiled at him; I was the only one he had told his secret to, and I had promised not to tell a living soul. Keith was gay, terrified that anyone should find out, and he didn't even dare to look for a boyfriend, not even online. I would support him all the way, if only I knew how.

John arrived with his girlfriend. He was the leader of the stock team, and he was a bodybuilder type. His chest and arms were huge, and his girlfriend almost disappeared when he held his arm around her. She was a small and skinny girl with blonde hair and big breasts. She had clearly had a boob job and a lip job, too. And she wasn't the girl he had brought last year. Her very tight purple jeans matched her tight, cropped T-shirt of shiny pink polyester fabric, showing she certainly didn't need a bra. Her nipples made two bumps in the fabric a little lower on the orbs than nature would have put them, and small silhouettes of pearl-shaped objects told the world that she had her nipples pierced. I needed to know her name as fast as possible to prevent I called her Bimbo by mistake. I had one friend with that name, and it was another story in another league. I doubted that this girl was as smart as Bimbo, Bitch's girlfriend, but I was curious.

I went to say hello, and both greeted me openheartedly. After a minute or two, I knew I sat next to a full-blown bimbo, but she was nice and probably had some qualities, yet unknown to me. John asked if Rosie's offer still stood to alter a few of his shirts.

"You can ask her when she arrives. She's the redhead; you can't miss her. I'll send her your way after dinner."

"Thanks a lot. Annie here is not better than me when it comes to sewing."

No shit, Sherlock? I may sound preoccupied, but the Bimbo I was used to was a clever and skilled woman with her bimbo-identity as a second personality, first created as a shield against the cruel world, but gradually turned into a sexual role.

My phone beeped: Jen wrote that they left home now and would be with me in about fifteen minutes. I was looking forward to their arrival, but anyway, my mouth went dry. I greeted John and Annie again and took a swig from my beer. On my way back to my seat, I realized I had walked over to another couple, started a conversation, and forgotten I was an introvert. Ann, you are changing!

Back in my seat, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Bernard, our boss, greeted us and asked me where my partners were.

"I just got a text; they'll be here in fifteen minutes."

"Great. I like the way you are dressed. It is so much you; you've been hiding for too long. I'll... what the hell is that? Or is it a who?"

I turned my head and followed his eyes to the back of the tent. Bitch came in with two kegs of beer in each hand.

"Oh, that is Bitch. She's the one helping Matt."

"Bitch? I wouldn't dare to call her that if she hears me. She'll rip me apart!"

"Not really. She's the nicest person on earth. Go talk to her."

"Is it like Animal from The Muppets? Or some nominative determination? How did she get that weird nickname?"

I knew the story, but nobody could make me disclose the story of the woman named Bellarosa. I chose the easy way out:

"I think it's from her years in the Marines."

"What? I was in the Marines myself years ago. Only for a few years. I never saw anyone that scary. Now I really don't dare to talk to her!"

He laughed and continued:

"But I'd better take the bull by the horns. Thanks for the warning, Ann. Oh, so you know her?"

"She's one of our customers."

"I see."

He went to greet her, and I watched him. He didn't look scared at all, but when Bitch shook his hand, smiled, and said something, he smiled back, laughed, and patted the hand he was holding with his left. They stood talking for a while, and I emptied my beer and looked around to see if Tom and Jeannette needed a replacement, too.

"Thanks, but I'll have a draught beer next. Anyone else?"

We nodded, and Tom went to get three beers. The draft beer was from one of our local microbreweries. I had ordered lager beer and a dark beer. I knew Jen would like the dark one, and perhaps Rosie would, too. There were plenty of beverages; nobody left our parties thirsty.

The DJ had set up his gear before we arrived and left it with the Bluetooth channel open. Someone was streaming a calm playlist as background music, and I closed my eyes, enjoying a cold beer, the music, and the murmur of many voices. Suddenly, those voices stopped. I opened my eyes. What was happening?

The reason was obviously the two people who had entered the tent. I jumped to my feet - this was the point of no return. I went to greet my girlfriends, dressed to the nines. Jen was in her usual tight jeans, this time a pair I hadn't seen before. They had no rivets anywhere, but a thin silver chain along every seam. A pale blue linen shirt and those boots I loved. Her black hair in her signature asymmetrical haircut was freshly buzzed on the side with the undercut, and those smoky eyes again! Rosie wore a tight white blouse, a black skater skirt with some red piping, and red pumps. Her makeup was as discreet as mine; her hair was, as always, the most significant thing about her: A short pixie cut, red as a fire engine. I noticed that she had left her septum clicker at home. At first, I was a bit disappointed, but I knew that she tried not to appear too freaky. I loved that girl.

I had reached my girlfriends and gave each of them a hug. I could feel they were following my subtle indications of how I wanted our relationship to appear. I took their hands and led them to my seat. I had held two seats for them, and they shook hands around when I had introduced them:

"Everybody, this is Jen and Rosie, my girlfriends."

I exhaled a sigh of relief. Now the cat was out of the bag.

My colleagues smiled at Jen and Rosie and welcomed them. Bernard had finished talking to Bitch and came to say hello, as did the team leaders. We're a small company, and it is like one big family. Jen and Rosie got busy shaking hands for a few minutes, then it was over, and we could sit. Tom arrived with a tray with freshly poured draft beers in frosty glasses, topped with a rich foam head. Both Jen and Rosie reached for a dark beer, and Jen smiled at us, looked me in the eyes, and said the magic words:

"Cheers! To a nice evening with the two girls I love!"

We drank, and Rosie licked her lips to remove some foam. She looked at her glass like she was in love with it.

"Damn good beer. Ann, how was the mantra Jen gave you?"

"Oh, this is going to be really, really good?"

"Exactly! And Bitch is cooking, I see. Then everything will be perfect."

"Hey! You knew she'd be here?"

"She told Jen the other day."

Jeannette was sitting next to us. She asked:

"Do you know Bitch, too? What a coincidence."

"We have mutual friends. It's a small town."

We sat talking. Jen and Rosie told Jeannette and Tom about their jobs and only a little about how they'd spent their time before they met me. Only in broad terms, nothing specific was mentioned, and certainly nothing at all that gave the slightest hint about sex. My hands started shaking, but gradually I got more comfortable and began enjoying sitting openly with my colleagues and my girlfriends.

Shortly before the food was ready, I took Jen and Rosie inside to show them the toilets. We were not alone; there was a short line, but on our way back to the tent, when we rounded a corner, Jen stopped me and gave me a tight hug and a deep kiss.

"Your boss is a helluva nice guy, and the others are too. They like you a lot, I think."

Someone came in from the tent, so she let me go, and we found our seats.

"Ann, is it you? I couldn't recognize you. Your hair is so lovely, and I have never seen you in a blouse and skirt!"

A hand leaned on my shoulder. I knew that voice before I turned my head. It was Bernard's wife.

"Oh, hello, Myrtle. Yes, new habits. Let me introduce you to my girlfriends, Rose and Jen."

They stood and shook hands with the tall woman in the expensive dress.

"I came a bit late; I had something in my own company. Now stand, Ann, you need a hug."

I stood, and she gave me an overwhelming hug. Her perfume was probably expensive, too. I had met her at all our parties, and I liked how she knew everyone in her husband's company by name. She continued:

"Bernie told me that you were in a throuple now. At first, I thought he meant trouble, so I worried for you until he explained. What good news! I hope they treat you nice and feed you well."

Rosie smiled:

"No, Mrs. Myrtle, it's the other way around. Ann is feeding us well. We've been kind of dine-out and takeout people until we met Ann."

"That is ok, too, but homemade is somewhat nicer. Bernard and I like to cook, but the more sophisticated food is out of reach for us. We dine out for that. And please, just Myrtle. Now, Bernard wants me to help. See you around; have fun, all three of you. Lucky bastards!"

The last words were said with a wink.

I ended up helping Bernard and Myrtle pass trays of appetizers to the tables; it was gravlax open sandwiches from the shop where I buy my own fish. Jen praised it; I didn't know it was one of her favorites, and I noticed that she took a good portion of the dill sauce. While we were eating, Bernard gave a short speech:

"Welcome, all of you, especially those who haven't been here before. It is new partners - welcome to Annie, Jen, and Rosie; new employees - Keith, and especially Matt and his crew from the store downtown. They are here today because we want to thank them for their efforts to get things going. And they were ten or twelve blocks away, so why not? They're sitting over there at the table, not aware of our habit of switching seats during the evening; you won't stay as the gang of foreigners all night.

And thanks to Matt again, and his friend and helper Bitch. Yes, that's her name; don't ask me why. She's one of our customers too, so treat her nicely. I bet none of you would dare anything else, at least I don't. Let's have some nice food and enjoy the evening!"

Everyone laughed when he mentioned Bitch, even Bitch herself. I was happy that things went so smoothly. We toasted and soon, the appetizers were gone, and our chefs had brought trays of grilled meat to the buffet.

People formed a line to the buffet, table by table, and I reached over to hold hands with my girlfriends. I needed a minute to enjoy their presence before our table was up. As I withdrew my hands, I noticed one of the charms on my bracelets had been sitting on top, face up. And it was the triskelion! I had forgotten to remove it; I didn't want to flash the BDSM symbol among my colleagues!

I held my hands in my lap, discreetly unclipping the lobster clasp of the dead giveaway charm, and without anyone watching, I put it in the front room of my handbag, covering it up by looking at my phone to see the time.

It was our turn soon for the buffet. Rosie stood behind me in the line, discreetly holding an arm around my waist. I remembered my vow to myself: When I had seen three couples kissing, I would kiss my girlfriends. Or was it two, and I had to be number three? I couldn't remember. I decided to kiss as the third, or when I found the occasion thereafter.

I balanced my way back to my seat with a full plate. I collected our glasses and went for a refill. Jen and Rosie were back when I returned, and Rosie, our designated driver, said that it would be her last beer that evening. I mentioned I could drive if she wanted, but no.

"This is your party; enjoy. I like to see you half-drunk. You are so cute."

I sat, and we enjoyed the food. The meat was excellent - good quality and cooked just right. I sat watching people eat, an old habit from when I helped my mom at her job. When you make an effort to cook a good meal for people, it is a reward to watch them eating. That was possible because it was a little restaurant, and the kitchen wasn't busy all the time.

Keith sat at another table, facing us. When he looked up, I smiled at him. He smiled back, pointing his fork at his steak and nodding in approval. I nodded toward Bitch and Matt, miming the words 'good chefs'. That I had let the company pay a small fortune for well-hung meat from the best parts of the animal was not important. I'd gladly let others steal my thunder.

Tom and Jeannette were in a red-wine mood, and raised their glasses. We did the same with our beers, and we toasted.

"I am glad to meet you two. Ann has mentioned you a lot; I think she's in love."

Rosie replied:

"What a lucky coincidence. Jen and I are, too."

"She has changed a lot in the last few months. Whatever you do, keep on doing it. It is more fun in our office now; Ann is talking much more. She really has improved during the winter and spring."

Jen grinned. She knew exactly what had changed in me; I had begun having conversations with her in my mind long before I threw myself at her feet, literally spoken. I considered writing a book: 'How to escape an introvert mind'. Then I realized that it would be nothing more than a self-biography with a thick undertone of lesbian sex. I wondered if anyone could learn from my experiences, both fighting introversion and enjoying my journey into BDSM. Perhaps. That would be a future project; right now, I was busy being in love and following rules.

I noticed Jeannette looking at me.

"Huh?"

"I asked about your bracelet. You were lost in your thoughts?"

"Yes, I was browsing through the last few months. Oh, it is a gift from Rosie. And these are from both of them. We had a kind of anniversary dinner yesterday."

I pointed at the three colored hearts hanging from it.

"Oh, then happy anniversary!"

She raised her glass, and we toasted. I saw Matt and Bitch at the table next to us. They had refilled the buffet and sat with their dinner, having done a remarkable job. I held my glass up in their direction and said out loud:

"And a toast to our great chefs!"

Many people heard me and raised their glasses. Some rose, and then we all did. We drank their toast and sat again. My plate was empty, so I went for another helping. Rosie stood behind me in the line, and I felt her hand on my hip. She came closer to me:

"This is fun, and what a nice boss you've got. Jeannette and Tom are great, too."

"Yes, I like them very much. Can you see that guy over there with the small Bimbo? It's John, the guy who asked if you could alter a few shirts. Can you talk to him after dinner?"

"If he's vacant. His girlfriend looks like she could kneel and blow him anytime."

I giggled:

"Try to be serious! But talk to him here; don't follow them into the building if they go."

"Who else do I need to know?"

I pointed out a few. I saw Keith sitting alone at his table, studying his beer can. We had filled our plates, and I led Rosie to our table; coincidentally, we passed Keith on the way.

"Keith, this is Rosie. Rosie, this is Keith, my valuable and hardworking little helper in the stockroom. Keith, why don't you come and sit with us? We've got a vacant seat. Fill your plate and grab another beer on the way."

Rosie and I had just sat down when Keith came over with his plate and a Coke. I introduced Jen to him, and he looked from Jen to Rosie and back. Then he remembered his manners, closed his mouth, and sat. Jen sat next to him, and soon, they were talking. Jen asked him about his hobbies and life in general; she's good at breaking the ice.

After a few bites, Rosie reached over the table to hold my hand:

"Happy?"

"Very."

"The food's good, not only the meat. Well chosen. What's next?"

"Cake, coffee, and Ice cream later. People can talk, play, dance, or whatever after dinner."

She winked at me with the tip of her tongue showing:

"I'd like a whatever for three, but perhaps we should wait until we get home."

I held my breath; did anyone hear that? I didn't think so until Jeannette jabbed her elbow into my side:

"That's an offer hard to decline!"

We all laughed. I was calm again; I was among friends. Jen and Keith were talking about board games. Maybe we should meet him at The Side Quest? He was still living with his parents, so it would be fine to get him out of there once in a while. Perhaps it wasn't dangerous for him to say that he would 'meet with Ann from work and some of her friends'.

We had finished dinner and were sitting and talking when a 'Whooaa' from many voices reached us from outside the tent. People were playing games out there. We had a few cornhole sets and such, and with a fresh glass of cold lager each, we went outside. Bitch and Matt were playing cornhole, impressing the on-lookers. I noticed they were tossing overhand, and out of the four bags from each, at least one was hole-in in each round. The whoa was when they moved the boards further back to make it less easy. I could imagine they had played quite a lot of cornhole when they were stationed together in 'Stan. We stood for a while watching the match, and Matt won with 50 points; Bitch had 48.

John came over with a handful of horseshoes and asked me:

"Care for a game of horseshoes?"

I shook my head no:

"Not really. I am improving, but I am not that social yet. And it wouldn't be fair."

"C'mon. I won't patronize you, but I could use my left."

"It's not about that. You see, once upon a time there was a little lonely girl on a farm. She had almost no friends, but she had a pet cow, a stick in the ground and a box of old horseshoes."

I took his horseshoes and looked around to see if anyone could be in the way of flying iron. Then I tossed the horseshoes one by one, not missing the stake. Okay, the first one wasn't perfect, but it slid the last inches on the ground. People focused on Bitch and Matt, so only a few saw my little stunt. John finally smiled at me:

"Then I'll find someone in my own league. I seldom toss four ringers. You're full of surprises, Ann."

"You happened to ask me about my only skill."

Rosie put her arm around my side and kissed my cheek:

"I could name a few more of your skills, like cooking and such."

I was in no doubt what that 'such' covered, and tried to distract people from it:

"John, this is Rosie, the magic seamstress. I suggest you talk about your shirts and make an appointment to have you measured up."

They shook hands, and Rosie had him hold his arms out, and she felt his arms and shoulders while I held her beer. I saw Annie looking alert on the two, and I went closer to her:

"It's just to get an impression of what sewing project she's up to. Believe me, she's not interested in men."

"Are you sure?"

She still looked worried, so I leaned closer. I didn't know what John had told her, but I felt safe with her after all:

"You see, Rosie's as much a lesbian as Jen and I, so she's not a competitor. I swear."

Her eyes widened. Apparently, John hadn't mentioned my sexuality at home, or she hadn't understood it. Now she knew.

"Oh, I didn't realize. John just mentioned her as your friend."

"Yes, friend and girlfriend."

"Oh, she looks quite fancy. And Jen too. Lucky you."

I smiled at her:

"I am."

Rosie made an appointment with John and asked him to bring an old shirt for a test run. Then he turned to Annie and hugged her, apparently knowing that she might be a bit upset. They kissed, and suddenly I remembered my vow to myself: When three couples had kissed, I should kiss my girlfriends: One down, two to go. The shy part of me hoped there wouldn't be others; the rest of me couldn't wait.

Rosie and I went inside again, hand in hand. Nobody seemed to notice, so we held hands until we got to our table. Jen and Keith had finished talking, and Keith was about to leave for another soft drink. I took Rosie's and Jen's glasses for a refill, and a Pepsi for myself. Keith came for his Coke before I had finished.

"Your girlfriends are awesome. I had a long talk with Jen. She suggested a few things. I feel a bit lonely some days."

No one was near us, and the music was playing, so I asked:

"You didn't mention...?"

He smiled awkwardly:

"No, of course not. She doesn't know?"

"Of course not. I made a promise."

"Thanks. Jen invited me to a place with board games. I've played with a few friends in school, but they're too busy now, ya know. Girlfriends and such."

"Oh, yes. I'm not the big gamer myself; I had my first backgammon experience last Sunday. I don't understand the complicated rules of the big games. I am more into the Calvinball concept."

He laughed:

"Well, at least I know what to do Sunday afternoon. I promised Jen to bring a game she'd like to play. She claims that she can find two more who want to play that game."

"Side Quest? I think you'll love it. There's a cozy atmosphere, and everybody there is nice. It's like a community. And if you want a play partner, you just hold up the game box and wait."

I didn't tell him that it was LGBT-friendly. Jen probably didn't either, as she didn't know that Keith was a closeted gay guy. I would leave it to himself to discover that. Don't push things.

The DJ arrived and sat down to eat his dinner. He was a friend or neighbor of someone from the company, and he'd been playing at the company parties I had attended so far. Soon, he was ready and opened the dance floor with some good dance music. Jen held out her hand to me, and we went to the dance floor, which was concrete with a pattern from truck tires making narrow turns. I had forgotten I was wearing my kitten heels, but I was used to them now, and they didn't bother me much. I felt like a real girl now, in a blouse and skirt, dancing in heels. We weren't alone on the floor; a few other couples were out dancing, among them Bernard and Myrtle. I got big smiles from both of them.

After the dance, Rosie took over, and Jen left for the restroom. Rosie and I danced a few more songs, then went peeing, too. We brewed a few thermoses of coffee and took them with us. Back in the tent, we saw Jen dancing with Matt, and Rosie helped me, clearing the tables of used plates and silverware while I unpacked the coffee cups and cut the cake. Usually, it was my job to keep the coffee stocked and get new tubs of ice from the freezer, but one of the team managers gently pushed me away. I protested; I really WAS partying and enjoyed being useful, with my girlfriend helping. My arguments were heard. I went for the next coffee thermos, and Rosie got the coffee buffet ready like a professional. After all, she had been a professional in several of her many jobs.

Jen found us, and we sat somewhere with our coffee. It happened to be near some of Matt's guys, and we talked with them - well, mostly Jen and Rosie did the talking. I had reached a point where I was happy just sitting and holding hands.

Later, I went for more coffee, and when I returned, Jen and Rosie were dancing. I saw an extra bag next to Jen's, and noticed they had changed into shoes better suited for dancing. I had a suspicion, and went to the DJ and asked for 'My Guy':

"It's on next; those girls have already asked for a few."

I thanked him and took some fresh coffee, then I sat with Jeannette and Tom:

"If you're into dance shows, my girlfriends will go nuts in a sec."

The next tune was indeed 'My Guy', and my girlfriends did their sync dance. They had told me it was a kind of side-by-side Charleston; what did I know? All I knew was that it was impressive, and the other dancers gave them room. The floor wasn't that crowded, and some began clapping to the music, encouraging the dancers. I enjoyed the smiles on my girlfriends' faces. Jen loved all music from the fifties and sixties, and I realized that I did, too. I had never had much music in my childhood; we mostly turned on the radio for the news.

Jeannette put a hand on my forearm:

"They are good. Will you dance like that soon?"

"I doubt it. If Rosie and I should dance the girls' parts, we'd wear Jen out in a few dances. I might get better, but I don't think you'll see me like that next year. And I suspect they will go further - that dance is just a warm-up. They've been dancing for three years or so."

"Really? Now I am curious."

"Wait and watch."

The song was over, and the iconic intro of 'Rock'n'roll is here to stay' from Grease introduced the next dance. Everybody stopped dancing to give my girlfriends room for their Lindy Hop Aerials. Though I had seen it the previous week, I was still impressed. Jennette sat with her mouth open, and as I looked around in the tent, I saw impressed faces everywhere. Any hope I had about going under the radar with my girlfriends was put to shame; unless a big scandal happened later in the evening, this party would be remembered as the party where Ann's girlfriends showed up.

I enjoyed the music and their dance. The previous week at Flashback, Rosie had shown modest white panties during a swirl. This time, her skirt lifted higher, and she showed a lot of thighs in the swirls. She did a kind of salto over Jen's horizontal underarm, and an 'over-the-back,' too. Both times, her skirt revealed everything, and that everything was a thong like the one I was wearing; a nice leopard print, beautifully embracing her bubble butt. I gasped - was this decent? I looked nervously around and saw that the faces still showed impression, not disgust. People might have seen the connection between performers and fancy clothes.

My girlfriends finished in a wrap-in and a cuddle, and I clapped along with all my colleagues. Then I went to get two glasses of cold water for my loved ones. The DJ was wise enough to switch to a slower melody; unless they were pro dancers, no one would try to compete with that performance. And if there were some good dancers, they would dance later and get their thunder then.

Jen was slightly out of breath when I hugged and kissed her. I didn't think at all. Everyone was probably watching her, and then I just stepped up and shared saliva with her in a deep tongue kiss. What the heck, the genie was already out of the bottle. I handed Jen her glass of water and turned to Rosie, giving her the same treatment. Over her shoulder, I saw Myrtle on the dance floor cheek-to-cheek with her husband. She sent me a big smile and a thumbs-up. I returned the smile and mimed a 'thank you'.

Rosie hugged me again and whispered in my ear:

"I didn't think you'd dare to kiss us that way - and with everybody watching."

"Why should I hide love? They know we're girlfriends. I had promised myself to kiss you both tonight."

"You're my big girl!"

"By the way, I have been drinking non-alcoholic for the last hour or so. If you wanna party, I can drive. I know you don't like driving in the dark."

"As I said, you ARE my big girl!"

We sat, and I told Jen that she had a new designated driver. She pulled me in for another kiss. Well, as long as we didn't go further, like groping and such, I was comfy enough. I took my phone to see the time and saw I had gotten a text from Sarah:

'Hi Ann. We need your apartment all day tomorrow. Is it okay? I know it is late.'

I wrote a reply:

'It is okay! Can we do this the other way around? I'll write you if I need to go in and get something. Then you can use the apartment as you please here up to your exam. BTW, has Jen talked to you?"

I showed the thread to Jen before I sent the reply. She gave me a thumb-up, pointed at the last part of my message, and nodded. I pressed 'send' anyway. The reply was fast:

'Oh, THANK YOU! You're the best! And yes, she's been impersonating a caring mother with the birds and the bees and the dangers of advanced sex. We're fond of your concern, but we haven't been close to situations that might go wrong. We're still on vanilla ground. Thanks for asking. I cannot believe that I am texting about topics like this!'

'Welcome to the adult world of love. Have fun and remember to study a bit. If you don't pass, I'll get angry and take my key back.'

'Oh, don't worry. Hey, do you mean that we can stay here during summer? Aren't you supposed to move out? If we get a summer job, we can pay some rent.'

'Let's talk about that later. We are partying right now.'

'Then have fun. And THANKS again!'

I showed the thread to Jen. She scrolled through it and kissed me again:

"You are a kind person. We could save some rent if you moved out. But where should we put your stuff?"

"Let's see if they can pay a little rent. Then it might be cheaper than a storage room. I hope we'll be looking for a house in the fall. Then SarahLouise can have the apartment for real if they want. I don't know if they will work or study."

"Me neither."

Rosie came back from the restroom. I suspected she deliberately went by herself so as not to tempt me into some kinky play. She gave me a thumbs-up when I showed her my phone. Then she reached out and took my hand.

"C'mon, I wanna dance with you, cheek to cheek."

I held her tight on the dance floor, enjoying partying with my girlfriends. I was split in two: I was a bit shy, but I wanted to show the world. Just like a closeted exhibitionist. Man, that must be an awkward life. I enjoyed the music and the full-body contact with my girlfriend. I missed the slight buzz I had had on our first date. It was my first dance at all then, and my first night out with whisky sour in the glasses. I planned for a big glass of red wine when we got home. Rosie turned us around and said in a low voice into my ear:

"Have a look at John and his bimbo. They just came from the building."

"Yeah, what am I looking for?"

"Her lipstick and where it is missing."

"It looks okay to me. The edge isn't smeared at all. Oh, you mean that it's gone on the inside? Like only the outer quarter-of-an-inch is left?"

"Yes, do you know where the rest is? It's probably sitting on his cock! You don't lose lipstick that way by drinking from a cup."

"Too much information! Oh, now she has reached for her purse and taken her mirror. She's adding a fresh layer of lipstick now. Shit!"

I turned us around:

"I think she saw me watching! She smiled at me and winked! You are right, she blew him, and she's not even ashamed!"

"Why should she be ashamed? You've eaten me out in public!"

"In public?"

"At the society. A dozen or two have witnessed it."

"That was a kind of sex club. This is my company. My workplace."

"And they didn't show a living soul. We're probably the only ones knowing it. Should I make you eat me out on your desk?"

"Oh no! Please, no!"

"Alright, then I won't. C'mon, I want the next dance, too. And you owe me a kiss."

The rest of the night was mostly dancing and talking. I danced with Matt and even Bernard. I was surprised when Myrtle took my hands after my dance with her husband, and we danced while Bernard danced with Jen. I had never imagined that she would ask me; dancing with her was nice, and she smelled good. I had forgotten to use the perfume Rosie had pointed out as one I could use when I wanted. After the dance, she followed me to my table and gave me a brief hug, whispering:

"You know, I've been young, too, and I enjoyed my college life. But that's between the two of us."

With a short peck on my cheek, she went to her husband, and I sat, dumbfounded. Did she just tell me...? Jen took my hand and smiled:

"Enjoying yourself? I bet you haven't danced at last year's party."

"Hey, that's an easy bet! I told you that my first dance ever was on my date with Rosie. Talking about her, where is she?"

"I saw her leave for the building with a lot of plates and such."

"Oh, you can't turn your back on her in five minutes before she makes herself useful with some cleaning or tidying up."

"I remember a girl named Ann who cleaned my entire apartment when she was supposed to cook a simple meal on our third date. She even descaled the coffeemaker."

"That was different. It was about a girl and her Mistress."

"Point taken. Remember that we're vanilla tonight."

"As you wish."

I smiled at her, indicating that I'd gladly have added a 'Mistress' if we weren't in vanilla company. A great expression: Vanilla. I liked that. I wondered how many vanillas knew what it meant. Maybe those who knew there was a dark side. Come to the dark side - we have cookies - and safewords...

I took a tray with cups and glasses to our combined break room and kitchen. Rosie had rinsed the plates and filled the dishwasher. I added as many glasses as possible, and with the dishwasher running, we went to the tent with the last two tubs of ice cream. There was plenty of cake left, so we sinned with a large piece of cake with ice cream. It was my favorite chocolate ice cream, and the cake was with chocolate, too. What's not to like? The three of us enjoyed our late coffee and agreed that this would count as our Saturday sin. Myrtle came over and announced that they were leaving soon, and she just wanted to talk a bit more with my girlfriends:

"Bernard mentioned that Ann had her work uniform altered. Rosie, I saw you measure John up; I guess it was you that tricked Ann?"

"Guilty. It wasn't difficult. I let her sleep late, so we had to hurry. She didn't notice that her shirt was figure-hugging."

"Bernard called me that morning. He is always careful how he addresses people, but telling a young girl that she looks fabulous in a tight shirt without being rude or creepy was difficult. I hope he didn't offend you, Ann."

"Not at all. I felt something was unusual, but I couldn't find out what it was. Bernard said it nicely, and I know he is honest and would never hurt anyone."

"Good. And that skirt and blouse are beautiful on you. And your new hairdo, too. You three girls are a real sight. I wish you all good luck in your relationship. I can't wait to meet you again at the party in the fall. We'll talk, then."

We thanked her and wished them a nice weekend. Bernard came to get his wife; she hooked her arm under his, and they left the tent. Jen took my hand:

"Your boss is the nicest! And his wife remembered our names at once! I hadn't expected that."

"She has her own company - a small one, though - but both Bernard and Myrtle treat us as a family. I love working here."

I felt Rosie's hand on my thigh - under my skirt. I wanted to go home, too.

Tom and Jeannette stopped at our table. Jeannette had been drinking shots and was walking a bit unsteady. Tom was sober enough and held his car keys up:

"Did you need a ride, or have you plans?"

I held Jen's keys up:

"I am the designated driver today, but thanks for driving me here."

"Then have a nice party and a fabulous weekend. I'll see if I can get Cooter Brown here back home."

We laughed and wished them a good weekend, too.

Some were dancing, some were drinking. We were perhaps eight or ten at our table, having the usual half-drunk late-party-talking. Jen asked:

"How about the tent, the furniture and such? Do you think it will survive the weekend?"

Keith was sober enough; he hadn't really started drinking yet; he was fresh out of school last summer:

"I've promised to stay and help. We'll have to clear and clean the tables, and carry everything inside. Then they pick up the furniture tomorrow morning for another party, and the tent folks can get it when they want. By the way, all the leftovers are packed in the fridge. Take a bag or two, everyone: It ain't trash till it's been eaten."

That boy was a gem!

We decided to call it a day, and let the last ones standing have their fun. We made the tour around to say goodbye, and everybody was happy, shaking hands with Jen and Rosie. I had feared a few grumpy faces, but everyone liked my girlfriends. I was so proud when we left the tent. Outside, the grill and the Plumberbitch van had disappeared. I had expected Bitch to say goodbye, but she had kept a low profile; after all, she was hired help, and we had been busy partying. We agreed to thank her at the gym the next day.

I drove us home without problems; I knew the way this time, and my half-drunk girlfriends sat close together in the back seat, making out.

Back home, I led the way and unlocked the doors for my girlfriends. It was late, after midnight, and we tried to be as silent as possible on the stairs. Inside our apartment, I put my keys on the chest of drawers; at home, Rosie and I weren't allowed to open or close doors or locks. It was a habit now, and I hadn't imagined that when the rules were right, living a 24/7 life wasn't difficult. In this month, I had touched my pussy a few times, and only with permission. When I was using the toilet alone, I always had a few layers of toilet paper between my fingers and my pussy.

My girlfriends were busy undressing each other. Jen had ordered me to wait:

"Stay put, Ann. We'll get to you in a minute."

I emptied their bag of dancing shoes; It held a freezer bag of leftover cake, too, and I took it to the fridge along with the gravlax and the dill dressing I had taken from the fridge at work. Jen would love me tomorrow. I put the bag with the meat in the freezer; it would make a nice country hash another day.

Someone grabbed me by my ear and pulled me all the way to the bedroom. It was Jenny, and she threw me on the bed:

"I told you to stay put, and then you ran to the kitchen! Get that jacket off!"

I did as I was told, and Rosie pushed me on my back and unbuttoned my blouse. It was still missing the top buttons from before I had my date with Rosie, but it was still modest enough for a company party. Soon, I was moaning as my two girlfriends caressed my leopard-clad boobs. They had undressed too, so all three of us were in leopard lingerie.

I tried to get my hands on their breasts, but they sat on my arms. I complained, but the only reaction was that Rosie bit my nipple through the bra. I moaned loudly from both pain and lust, and added:

"Thank You, Miss."

I wanted to be polite and obedient. One day I might try to be a brat, protesting and challenging my dominants, but we were too horny, and it was over midnight. The girls kissed and fondled each other at least as much as they took care of me. I didn't mind; I hadn't had so many orgasms as since I met them, and both quantity and quality were superb.

My plan to have a glass or two of red wine to get on level with my girlfriends was long forgotten. The plan was changed to sex. Could have been worse...

I lost my skirt, and they turned me onto my stomach and removed my blouse. Then they made a drum session on my buttocks until I moaned and screamed. They started with light slaps, then gradually increased the force. When they stopped, my ass felt warm and tender. Jen was thinking more clearly than us, and she paused the game so we could get ready for bed: Brushing teeth and removing makeup. We ended up in the shower; it wasn't planned, but after a series of kisses all over my body, I had toothpaste everywhere.

Fresh out of the shower, we ended up in the bed again, this time sans lingerie. It was a pity; my girlfriends looked fantastic in matching animal print. I was the victim again, exposed for my Dominants' weird habits. Soon, I was slapped and bitten all over, and both wet and gasping. I was on my back, and Jen sat on my pelvis, pinning me to the bed. She slapped my breasts lightly while Rosie held my hands and arms away. Then she got the brilliant idea of holding my arms down with her knees while she sat facing Jen. Unfortunately for me, she sat on my face. I could reach her pussy with my tongue, and probed it as deep as I could. I tilted my pelvis a bit to obtain contact between my clit and Jenny's pussy, but she sat in a way that made it impossible. At least, Jen sat so she could rub her clit on my pubic bone.

For a while they both slapped my breasts, but they got busy kissing and caressing each other. I ended up as a piece of furniture with a tongue and a convenient bump above my pussy. I felt Rosie's hand make its way under Jenny towards my pussy, but when it reached Jenny's pussy, it stopped there and left me hanging in anticipation.

To remind Rosie of my presence, I stretched my tongue to reach her clit, and almost made it. Then she shifted so her clit was right in front of my tongue, and I gave her the best tongue-licking-tongue-flicking treatment I could. I heard her moan and sigh, and her hand moved more furiously against Jen's pussy and clit. They managed to cum almost simultaneously, and left me longing for my own orgasm. I didn't have to wait for long, because when they had had a bit of aftercare and sweet nothings, they both attacked me with hands, lips, tongues, and teeth. Jen ended up between my legs, licking me slowly to a great orgasm, while Rosie kissed me and let me play with her pierced tongue with my own.

We ended up in a heap of bodies, lazily caressing each other where we could reach without too much effort, and one by one, we drifted into sleep.