The House of Fabulous
Keywords: The, Fabulous, House, of,
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"What"s your name sweety?" he asked, finally getting my attention.
"I"m sorry sir. What did you ask me?" realizing he had a hold of me but not running away, still too preoccupied with my search to care at the moment.
"Your name?" he said smiling.
"Stacy. It"s Stacy, sir."
"That"s a very beautiful name." He continued.
He was talking but I wasn"t really listening. My eyes were busy scanning the crowd for curvy bodies robed in blue sequins.
"Hello Jack."
I was busy scanning the crowd and didn"t see Debbie and Julie sneaking up from behind.
"Debbie. How are ya?" he said, lifting his glass in a toast with one hand while the other was still wrapped around my waist, inching downwards.
"Fine thanks. Is Stacy taking good care of you?"
My eyes locked with Julie"s while the older pair continued to talk.
"Doing a great job. She makes a mean martini." He said, but I could feel his arm drop from my side when he spotted Julie, her long blond hair in an up-do, glistening earrings and sparkling necklace looking perfect around her long neck.
"Thank you Stacy."
"Thank you ma"am." I said, getting my head squared around. I tried to think of something to ask but they both sported drinks and weren"t carrying any dirty dishes so I just stepped quickly away.
There were plates to clean up and more drinks to serve and I threw myself back into the job. It was simple enough to do but with the large numbers of people milling around it kept me busy and preoccupied.
I was moving through the tables when I finally spotted a frock of brunette hair sitting on top of a head and long neck sticking up from a low backed, blue sequined gown. The woman was sitting at a table with several other people so I slid up behind her and asked the table if I could get them anything to drink. A couple asked for more wine and a gentleman wanting bottled water on ice.
"And for you ma"am?" I asked, looking down.
"Hello Stacy." She said, smiling.
"Hello Mrs. Miller! It"s nice to see you. Is there anything you need?"
Terry stepped passed me, setting a glass of white wine in front of her and took a seat, setting down a plate and another bottle of beer.
"No thank you. I have everything I need." She replied, turning back to her plate.
"Yes ma"am." I said, taken aback somewhat by her aloof response. "I"ll be right back with your drinks."
Even with effort I could fee the smile on my face crumble as I approached the bar.
"Two white wines and a bottled water on the rocks please."
I loaded up the tray and worked my way back to the table, two more spots now vacant. I emptied the tray of my drinks and reloaded it with a stack of dishes and silverware, returning it to the hopper. Resigned now to my role, I carried on, working the party like a pro. The music continued to play on as the direct daylight began to fall behind the treeline to the west. Landscape lighting snapped to life and the yard began to take on a surreal glow. The crowd was still going strong as I cleared another tray of dishes. Another server approached and touched me on the shoulder, passing me a stopwatch.
"Come again?" I asked.
"Sorry. I forgot. The stopwatch is set for fifteen minutes, the length of your break and it"s ticking" she said, smiling. I noticed she had a beautiful smile when she took the tray from my hand. "You"re the last one to go, so grab a plate from the kitchen. We"re set up around the side of the house." She said pointing, "You can eat there and get away from the crowds. When times up, come back and give the stopwatch to Mr. Jenkins."
"Sounds easy enough. Thanks."
I did as instructed and walked into the kitchen, trying to stay out of the way.
"Whatcha need?" one of the kitchen crew finally asked, noticing me hovering nearby.
"I just came in to grab some dinner." I said, holding up the stopwatch. "Didn"t want to get in the way."
He smiled, snatching up a plate and loading it down with an assortment of what was cooking nearby.
"Smart move. Ben gets a little defensive of the kitchen after the party starts."
He handed me the plate and motioned to a side table where extra condiments were setting.
"Thank you." I flashed him a smile and received one back as I turned to the side table, almost able to feel his lingering stare. After a night of wanting to be anonymous and invisible, the attention was flattering and exciting.
I added a touch of salt, not necessarily needing it, but wanted to linger a few more seconds around the kitchen. I turned to walk out the side door and took one last glance towards the kitchen, finding the young man still hovering about, facing in my direction. He smiled again as I passed and I couldn"t help but do the same. I left the room and cut through the garage, coming out through the side door finding a card table and two folding chairs right where they were supposed to be. The food was excellent as I dug in, not realizing I had worked up such an appetite and after getting off of my feet for the first time in hours I knew my legs were tired. I was glad to have worn flats or my feet would have hurt much worse than they did. Even though they fit well, the shoes didn"t have support like my tennis shoes and I could tell the difference now.
Eight minutes to go.
I continued to massage my feet with alternating hands while continuing to fork in the prime rib and garlic potatoes. The minutes continued to tick away as I washed down the meal with bottled water wondering if the stopwatch was counting time correctly, the seconds moving way too quickly to suit me.
There were five minutes to go in my break when I noticed a young man emerge from the treeline at the edge of the lawn and walk by, a large grin on his face. He looked at me for a moment as he shuffled quickly by my table and around to the front of the house where his coworkers were retrieving cars parked up and down the street. The bulk of the people were still at the party so the valet"s had little to do and a few seconds later, the kid was leading two of his friends back the way he had come. The trio slowed as they left the lawn, taking a quick glance back towards the house before disappearing from site.
Three minutes to go.
Intrigued, I cleared the table and walked across the grass and onto the bed of pine needles that were layered under the trees. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the lack of light but when they had, I could see the boys in black were fifty feet ahead of me with their backs turned. They were squat down, looking at something in a cord of wood, neatly stacked up for fires. I tiptoed closer, not making a sound and peered over their shoulder.
I startled one, who jumped at my sudden appearance and he spooked the others who looked up fearing what they would find. Realizing I was just hired help, they turned back and I noticed that they weren"t looking at the woodpile but through its various openings at something on the other side. Even in the faltering light, I could see movement. Less than twenty feet away, a couple was going at it full force, the sounds of the party filtering into the woods from nearby.
"Oh man." Said the original teen, unconsciously stroking himself until I moved into a position to see and he realized I was present. There weren"t any opening large enough so I peeked around the end of the stack and noticed the sparkling blue sequins of the woman"s dress.
"Oh man." I said, drawing the stares of the youth that misunderstood my whispered comment. They smiled and turned back to watch.
Sixty seconds to go.
Terry"s suit coat was folded inside out and up against the tree softening the surface for Christa, whose back was firmly pressed up against the strong trunk of the maple. Her strapless gown was loose and had dropped to her belly, the pair of perfect, white breasts heaving in the remaining light. Terry had started at the other end and had lifted up the hemline to bring it in contact with the top, making it look like a wide belt wrapped loosely around her waist, his strong hands grasping her thin form, holding the sparkling material from falling any further. For her part she was teetering on her designer shoes, her long, nylon wrapped legs shaking lightly while Terry"s pants were on the ground around his ankles. His hands held her in place while hers wandered his sides, hips and buttocks.
Thirty-five seconds to go.
The teens next to me had gone quiet, their breathing shallow while the grunts and moans from Christa and Terry had grown louder despite obvious efforts at trying to remain stealthy. They were right up against one another, hips trusting his cock deeper into Christa as she continued to grind her body to compliment his movements.
Twenty seconds to go.
Her hairdo, which had been set in an up-do of perfect curls when the party began was beginning to unravel, a few loose locks of auburn hair swinging widely as the couple continued to pound away at one another in a maddening fury.
Twelve seconds to go.
His hands moved around to her ass, trying for better leverage while both began breathing heavy. We were all breathing heavy in fact, as Terry and Christa continued to go at it as the light feeding through the trees had drained to a trickle, their forms barely visible now. If it hadn"t been for her smooth, white skin and moving bodies they might have been invisible to the casual, deaf observer.
Three seconds to go.
They were speeding up now, a minute or two away from one finally giving in to the other when a beeping noise echoed under the canopy of pines and maples. I dropped to my knees behind the woodpile and fumbled with the buttons on the stopwatch trying to silence the tones.
All four of us behind the pile froze, our breaths locked in our chests, eyes wide when I looked up at them. No one was moving and the sounds from the pair pounding away nearby had suddenly stopped. I turned and slowly moved my eye up to a crack in the pile and could barely make them out, their heads slowly looking for the source.
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Keywords: The, Fabulous, House, of,