The House of Fabulous
Keywords: Fabulous, House, of, The,
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I looked down and could see the set of 0"s on the digital face and knew I had to leave. The teens had returned to their peep show while I reluctantly made my way back towards the side of the house, nearly stepping out onto the lawn as Mr. Jenkins walked out the side door and stood there, looking around. Convinced I was easily visible where I stood, I turned behind the tree next to me, making sure the bright white shirt of my uniform was at least blocked from view. Just down from me, not attempting to be stealthy, the three teens walked out of the woods a minute later and were half way across the lawn before they spotted their boss and he spotted them.
Jenkins reminded me of my grandfather but I never heard him rattle off the long list of obscenities that Jerry was cursing under his breath at the trio, motioning them towards him. They hesitated, wondering if they should flee instead.
After several moments of indecision, they finally gave in, walking towards the catering truck and stepped quickly passed him, trying to reach the relative safety of the front porch and the guests. As they approached, he regained his composure and looked around to see if there were any witnesses. Finding none, he dropped in behind them, nipping at their heels.
Seizing the opportunity I shuffled across the lawn and back inside the garage, trying to hit a more leisurely pace when I burst back into civilization, pocketing the stopwatch in the front of my apron and stepped back out onto the deck. I grabbed a tray and strolled into the tent, snatching up the occasional dirty dish or glass I could find.
"How was dinner?" Tina asked in passing.
"Too short but the food was excellent." I said, taking the dishes from her hands so she could take a drink order.
I was stepping up to the deck when Mr. Jenkins turned the corner of the house, nearly running into me.
"Excuse me sir." I said smiling as I separated the dishes and glasses into their spots in the hopper.
I could hear him standing behind, not saying a word. When I was finished I stood up and turned around in time to see him start to walk away.
"Oh. Sir? I understand I"m supposed to give this back to you." I said, passing him the stopwatch.
"Yes. Thank you Stacy." He said, taking the stopwatch and smiling, his grandfatherly image back in place.
I nodded and went back to the task of cleaning up for the next hour as the sea of guests continued to shrink, only a few tables and pockets of people were mingling on the lawn under the stars. Tiki torches were glowing now and the excited sounds of chatter were nothing more than a few conversations rising up occasionally to fill the void left by the string quartet who was storing their instruments in preparation for their departure. When they said goodbye to Debbie and walked out I fully realized the purpose of their music. It had carried over the crowd filling in the lull in conversations and forced the party guests to speak louder than they naturally would have. Now that they were gone, however, you could tell the party was winding down. Even though it was a Monday evening the guests stayed longer than I expected and it was after midnight before the holdouts decided it was time to go. Only the serious politicians were left, Mr. Hennesey hosting a group of serious men at a back table out of earshot of everyone else while Debbie was working the departing crowd, none of them wanting to be the last people out the door as it were.
The centerpieces and wares were gone from the tables and the other employees began stripping the tablecloths, their previously impeccable, white surfaces stained with a variety of unknown compounds.
"Sort of like our sheets at home." I mumbled to myself.
I had followed suit and began doing the same when I heard someone coming up behind me.
"Hello Stacy." Debbie said, approaching the table.
"Hello ma"am."
"Mr. Jenkins had high praise for you this evening. Called you a natural and wants to hire you away from us." She said smiling.
"It took a while to find my stride so I can only give myself a "so-so" rating tonight. I only hope it was satisfactory for you." I was hugging the pile of linen in my arms hoping nothing was leaking through.
"I was impressed as well. You kept at it and held your own tonight. I"ll have to keep that in mind if Christa decides she doesn"t need you any longer."
I wasn"t sure how to take that but tried to be gracious, pictures of Terry and Christa in the woods flashing through my head.
"Thank you ma"am. I"m glad to have been of service."
"You"ve been a great help. Maybe even learned a few extra skills you can put to good use." She said, cocking one eyebrow in a knowing fashion.
"I"ve learned a lot tonight." I said.
"Tina!" she called out, motioning the other young lady over.
"Yes ma"am?" she said stepping up.
"Could you take these please?" she motioned to the tablecloths in my hands. "Stacy"s done for the night."
"Of course ma"am. It was nice meeting you Stacy."
"You too Tina. Thanks for helping me out tonight."
"You did fine." She said, turning and walking away with the linens.
"Looks like you made a friend tonight." Debbie added when she was out of earshot.
"She was the reason I looked competent tonight."
"You"re always so humble." She said. "I"ll make sure Jerry knows how well she trained you tonight."
"Thank you Mrs. Hennesey." I replied, trying for a slight curtsey.
"You"re welcome Stacy. Before I forget though here is a check for your efforts tonight with a little something extra for your hard work." She took it from her clutch and handed it to me.
I took the folded check in hand but didn"t open it, to do so almost seemed insulting.
"Thank you." I said, smiling.
"Mrs. Miller"s friend Julie offered to stay late and drive you home. She"s up in the house waiting for you."
Yes. But where had Christa and Terry gone?
"Goodnight then and have a safe trip home." She said, stepping passed me, headed for the table in the back where her husband was holding court.
Finally! I exhaled a long breath, tired but somewhat disappointed that the party was over, the rush I felt while cross-dressing and out in public began to drain quickly away. I stepped on the deck and into the house, hoping to put in a good word for Tina with Mr. Jenkins but he was no where in sight, only the kitchen crew still at it.
"Good night." I said, noticing the same young man from earlier, as I walked through and into the livingroom, climbing the stairs on weary legs.
These guys had more energy than the Energizer Bunny or Christa and Terry for that matter. I didn"t spot Julie either on my way through the first level and assumed she was out front getting the car. Maybe I"d get to take my Porsche out for a change!
Finding the bedroom empty, I closed and locked the door and switched on the light, retrieving my purse from the floor. I dropped the check inside and secured the latch, tossing it on the floor before taking my dress from its hanger and heading for the bathroom, the door cracked and the light off.
I reached through and flicked on the light as I pushed inside and nearly had a heart attack.
"Took long enough. Have any idea how long I"ve been sitting here on the toilet in the dark waiting for you?"
"Ms. Jackson." I said, trying to gain my composure and catch my breath. "Mrs. Hennesey said you were waiting for me but I just assumed it was out front." I stated, motioning downstairs.
"Really? I"m pretty sure I told her that I"d wait for you in the house." She said, stepping towards me.
I backpedaled until I was in the center of the room bedroom, her shapely form closing the gap between us.
"I was just about to change. Won"t take a minute if you want to get the car." I offered.
She tossed her red clutch on the floor next to my purse and then drew within range, a smile curling across her lips.
"I"m not in that big of a rush." She purred or at least I thought she had. "Let me help you."
Her long, lean fingers, wearing beautiful red nails at their tips, reached up towards me, and worked their way through the ruffles on my chest until they found and unlatched the first button, the material opening an inch at the neckline.
I reached up with my own hands and lightly held her arms, staying her progress.
"Are you supposed to man handle the guests?" she said, raising an eyebrow questioningly but smiling the entire time, sending a bunch of mixed signals at me all at once. I released her wrists but kept my hands in the general vicinity. "But in my case, I want you to."
She looked down at my chest and concentrated on her work, each button giving way quickly to her nimble fingers. I wasn"t sure what to do, my hands now frozen at my sides as the front of my uniform opened wider by the second, the gap now below my bra.
"Ms. Jackson. I"m really confused at the moment." I said, being perfectly honest with her.
She paused for a second but continued on unabated, her hands working their way down to my waist before her eyes looked up to meet mine.
"It"s OK Stacy. You don"t need to keep up the act with me. Christa and I had a long talk today about you while we were getting our hair done."
I wasn"t sure how to answer or what she meant but in a moment her hands were going to find something interesting and seemingly unexpected.
"You were quite good." She said, only a few buttons remaining unattended to. "I didn"t realize it at first, since it would have been just like Christa to hire a housekeeper before I came to visit. She can be such a bitch that way."
I smiled wide at the compliment, having heard them call each other that name several times since her arrival. It was apparently a little game they played when one tried to out do each other.
"There were casual clues I picked up on. Nothing that most people would have noticed." She said, her fingers working free the final button, the back of her right hand rubbing against the huge erection held in place by my tight undergarments.
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