The Island Ch. 01
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With the elections coming up next year we have a full schedule of events coming up including some fund raising efforts. We"re having a small get together tomorrow night at our home. What do you think?"
"It sounds great ma"am but I"m afraid I"m a republican."
I managed to say it with a perfect, straight face and paused temporarily waiting for a response.
Christa was the first to laugh and I could tell by the giggling accompanying it that she was feeling no pain from the wine and coolers she had imbibed this evening.
Everyone followed suit and I couldn"t help but smile. Playing along, Debbie continued.
"We won"t hold it against you" she said, her husband scoffing good-naturedly. "What we need . . . What we are asking for is your help. We need someone who can work the room, carry drinks and clean up dishes. That sort of thing. Christa says it won"t be a problem with her and we"ll both be paying you for your time tomorrow."
My wife was balled up in the chair, a big grin on her face while she absentmindedly chewed on her thumbnail without saying a word.
"Thank you for the offer ma"am, but I have a lot to do around here and I wouldn"t want to let Mrs. Miller down." I stated, my heart pounding as everyone watched me.
"Don"t worry Stacy. I can make due without you for one afternoon."
"And don"t worry about transportation. Christa mentioned that you don"t have a car so I"ll send someone over to get you around 4 p.m. if that"s acceptable."
"And a girl could always use a little extra spending money." Julie added in, trying to help me decide, her head nodding to accept the offer.
I knew from experience that Debbie didn"t mix work and business and that expanded to her husband"s politics as well. There wouldn"t be anyone from work there so I was somewhat relieved at the prospect.
"If it makes it any easier for you, Mrs. Miller, Ms. Jackson and Mr. Willams will also be attending."
"It sounds like an offer I can"t can pass up." I finally said aloud, convinced that a small gathering of strangers might provide an opportunity for Stacy to get out and gain more experience. At least several people, even if I had just met Terry and Julie, would be there providing me with some sense of comfort however small that would be.
"Fabulous! Thank you so much Stacy. We"ve hired a caterer to do the cooking for us and he"s going to be shorthanded. I"ll instruct him to bring additional uniforms with him tomorrow. Please wear black stockings and matching flats. With the nice weather forecast we are planning the gathering in the backyard."
"Yes ma"am. I"ll be ready tomorrow at 4 p.m. then if this is all OK with you Mrs. Miller."
"Absolutely! It will be a great opportunity for you to earn a little extra spending money."
"It"s settled then. I"ll send our car around tomorrow afternoon to get you and I"ll have someone bring you home when we"re done. Thank you so much for your help Stacy."
Her and her husband Glenn got to their feet and made their apologies for calling it an early evening, reminding them that the party tomorrow evening began around 5pm and apologized that it was formal attire and for the late notice. I knew Terry had a suit with him but Christa and Julie"s eyes were already wild with the anticipation of a spending spree tomorrow. This party was going to cost me. Even I could hear my credit cards calling my wife"s name.
"We"ll just go around the house and out the gate. No need to show us out."
It was probably the most that I had ever heard Debbie"s husband say when he wasn"t in front of the press.
Lisa and Roger took this opportunity to thank Christa for dinner and bid everyone a good night, stepping across the lawn to their own home next door.
The remaining trio went inside to continue their reunion while I picked up the remaining items and walked into the house, locking it up behind me. Lights snapped on and the house took on an intimate glow while I finished up and wiped down the kitchen, putting on a fresh pot of coffee for Mr. Williams.
I was beat and it must have showed. Christa walked up behind me and laid a hand on each shoulder. Not massaging them they way she occasionally did but just held me for the first time in days and I relished the contact. When she dropped them I turned around.
"You look tired. Go ahead and call it a day. I won"t be needing you again tonight." She said grabbing the pot of coffee from its cradle.
"Thank you." I said, the stress, joy and adrenaline of the day draining the energy from my body.
She smiled, almost looking as though she were dropping the act. Determined to follow through, I wouldn"t let either of us slip up and I headed for my room.
"Good night ma"am. I"ll see you in the morning."
With that, I returned to my room and shrugged out of the stiff uniform, slipping into my nightie and gown for a while, still in wig and makeup in case Christa needed me. I plopped into the lounge chair in the corner, one of the last remaining remnants of my bachelor days to be found in the house. I often read here, enjoying the chair and despite it"s being banished to this room, it still was here and available to me. With some pleasure, I curled one leg under me and took a seat, my weary eyes scanning the printed words. My bedroom door was still cracked and the sounds of Christa or Julie would trickle in, the trio continuing to catch up on their lives while I sat back and relaxed for a moment, setting down my book and closing my eyes, the laughter receding even further.
I wasn"t sure how long I had been asleep or what had woken me up from my slumber but I sensed light through my eye lids and I prayed it wasn"t morning already or I wouldn"t make it through the day. When I managed to finally open my eyes it became very clear that something wasn"t quite right.
Instead of leaning back in my old lounger, I was standing upright. I tried to rub the remaining sleep from my eyes but found that my wrists were restrained, my arms extended out away from my body. Instead of the nightie I had been wearing I was again in my black uniform, the material wrapping around my body.
The fog was quickly clearing from my head and I soon realized that I was standing in the master bedroom next to the bed, but the restraints that I thought were only holding my wrists had a matching pair holding my ankles in place, my feet shackled three feet apart. I tried to pull lightly against the bonds but found they wouldn"t give.
I heard a sound in the hall behind me and my heart skipped a beat, my breathing becoming shallow trying to allow my ears an opportunity to pick up a clue as to what was happening and how I had gotten here. I had fixed my own plate and had a coke with dinner so I know that nothing had been slipped into my food or drink. Without that opportunity being viable I was clueless as my ears strained to hear more sounds coming from the hallway behind me and just out of sight. I could hear voices but they were either speaking real low or were far off.
Within a few moments I determine that the speakers were only a feet away when the familiar squeak of the hallway floorboard gave away their presence.
Christa and Julie appeared, strolling casually past me, each wearing a knowing smirk while they sat down on the bed, their robes wrapped tightly around their thin, shapely frames. I talked to them asking if they were responsible for this, pulling on my restraints. My wife nodded yes, clearly enjoying herself. The girls conspired, exchanging sly glances just as Terry walked into the room. He walked over to the bed where the duo sat and kissed each in a romantic yet controlled way, lust clearly in his eyes. They exchanged a few words before he straightened up and walked over to face me.
"Shall we see what we have here ladies?" he asked.
"Yes please." They said in unison.
"What?" I inquired, chuckling at the strange events unfolding before my eyes.
Terry stepped forward, knelt down on the cream colored carpeting in front of me and pulled out a pair of large, pointed scissors from under the bed. Without hesitation he took up the front hem of my uniform in one hand and slowly began cutting into the material with the shears.
I tugged slightly on the bonds, not understanding what was happening, but the restraints, clipped into a sturdy metal frame behind me wouldn"t budge. The ladies were watching with intense interest while Terry continued to whittle away at the fabric, small pieces of it falling to the rug.
He continued his work uninterrupted, moving slowly up the front of my body, the feeling of his hands and fingers sliding across the nylons wrapping my inner thigh. I gasped at his touch and had quickly given up on trying to free myself. When I opened my eyes I could see Christa and Julie smiling widely, clearly enjoying the show.
I could hear them talking, encouraging Terry as bits and pieces of the skirt area fall away from the front and back of the uniform. The girls were enthralled as Terry continued his work, his gentle hands exploring my body as he went. I could feel a strange tightening in my groin as the scissors cut closer, more nylon covered leg showing as the material was removed.
Why didn"t you just cut it away in one piece I asked him silently, wishing he would work faster even though I didn"t know what was in store for me when he was done. I could feel the cool breeze as the back of my skirt area was gone and his strong hand sliding across my butt sent shivers shooting through me. But he wouldn"t be distracted and continued to work carefully along the belt line until he was done and stepped back taking the front of my uniform"s skirt area with him. I licked my dry lips and watched the lady"s reaction, the duo cooing their approval. I was feeling so incredible and after enjoying Terry"s admiring stare I looked down, feeling the gentle air currents blowing across my legs.
I looked down to find that the thick legs that normally propelled me around were thinner and shapelier; longer.
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