PLAYTIME — CHAP. XXI — THE INTERREGNUM, & PLAYTIME — CHAP. XXII — GIRL PARTY

PLAYTIME – CHAP. XXI – THE INTERREGNUM

John attended a business meeting in San Antonio, and so Kelly and Mary shared a Thursday dinner in his absence to discuss the proposed Saturday night get-together. Their former “slave” of the week before requested another meeting with them.
“John won’t be here this weekend, darlin’,” said Mary.
“It would be so much more fun if he were here…do you think we ought to invite James so we can have a fun cock to play with? Or should it just be us girls this Saturday?
“You know, every time we’ve played since we started this thing, John and I have had either you or James over. It’s always been me and James and John, or you and John and me. But then, we’ve had the times when we’ve been all together, too. And when you’ve brought Terri. We have never just been us girls, have we?”
“No. You’re right. Do you think John would mind?”
“I don’t know…. no, I don’t think so. He said he’s happy when I’m happy, and don’t you know we’ve been SO wild in our sex life…”
Kelly thought a minute, bit into the braised porkchop her friend and “mentor” had prepared. The green beans in butter and sage were almost gone, a few warm buttered rolls still tempted. It was a down-home meal, as usual at the marrieds’ home. As she forked another bit of green beans, Kelly’s mind zeroed in on Mary’s comment. “I’m wearing my jewelry.”

“Oh….girl, before you came over, I planned ahead and went to that adult store and bought one of those egg-things. I knew you’d get off on it, too.” She handed the younger girl a device. Kelly pressed the button, and instantly her companion on the other side of the kitchen table straightened up and dropped her fork, a glazed look in her eyes.

“Ohhhhhh, yessssss….” Mary managed breathlessly. “Again…..” Kelly pressed the button again and Mary collapsed on the table, her breathing harsh and labored. Kelly leaned over, laid the device on the table and cupped Mary’s head in her hands, kissed the top of her head. “Oh baby, are you okay?”

A huge exhale, and turning her head to the side, looked up at the girl. “Uh….I think I’m gonna live, you bitch…”
Kelly said, “I’ve never had that inside ME before…let me have it, okay?”
“No, you can wait your turn on Saturday night. Come over, and we’ll play.”

PLAYTIME – CHAP. XXII –
GIRL PARTY

Kelly brought the mysterious slave Puttana from the weekend before to John and Mary’s house on Saturday night, Molson Gold the beer of choice. John languished in Texas on a business trip. A limo and driver dropped off the two women. The strange woman that all had taken advantage of the weekend before as their virtual slave drank straight from the bottle. This lady – Kelly’s acquaintance – requested that the two girls call her ‘Boss’ – a complete reversal from her role before as The Slave.
The Boss sported white lipstick that sparkled, soft lips, green eyes and green eyeshadow. Short, blonde hair feathered back softly — not one of those testosterone-driven female-lawyer hairdos. Her green, loose cotton dress billowed around her.
The Boss opened the box she had brought. The girls saw what appeared to be a selection of sexual toys inside. “Here’s what we’re playing with tonight, girls,” said the Boss. “Drink up, it’s gonna be a wild ‘n crazy woman night!”
More beer appeared. The fire glowed softly, the music mellow. Mary relaxed on the couch in her red Chinese robe. Kelly sat beside the fire in cut-off jeans with ragged hems and the transparent white babydoll with spaghetti-straps, and barefoot, of course.
“When we’ve all drank our fourth, then we’ll begin the wild ‘n crazy part,” said the Boss.
Kelly and Mary looked at each other, smiled, and saluted the Boss. “Yes ma’am, tonight we’ll be your bitches…only fair,” said Mary. The Boss stood, walked over to the couch and clinked bottles with Mary, leaned down, pressed her lips lightly to Mary’s. “Submit to me tonight,” she said.
Mary answered, “It’s your turn, Boss.” As she came closer, Mary smelled incense, and she saw that the woman was just a few years younger than her.
“You bet it is … Kelly, remove this whore’s robe.”

Kelly stepped up to the couch, looked closely at Mary who gave her the nod, and draped the robe off her. Below was a push-up, underwire lacy teal Wonderbra enhancing an already-fine cleavage, and ebony silk panties, high-cut.
“Oh, I see you’ve dressed for the occasion,” said the Boss.
“Yes, mistress,” replied Mary, a humble slave.
The Boss withdrew and turned to Kelly. “Lay down,” she ordered.