Under the Table_(0)

Sitting all alone on the expensive sofa in the lavish dining room, Jess Hall hugged herself as nervous butterflies flittered around her belly. She still wasn’t sure that she could go through with what was expected of her. She glanced up at the ornate grandfather clock to see that she only had fifteen more minutes before the guests were going to arrive. Looking over to the huge dining table that took up the better part of the room, she tried to picture what it was going to be like. She wanted to go home, just walk out past the grey haired butler and swing open the heavy double doors that led to the stone walkway and the driveway beyond.

What kept her from leaving though was the fact that her home would not be her home much longer if she didn’t find a way to make some money quick. She was at this point three months behind on her rent and had been given until Friday to pay up or move out. Tomorrow was Friday and there was no other option. If she lost her place, she would be forced to move back in with her parents and that was even a worse option than what she was facing tonight. The irony about all this was that her parents were rich business people who could and would help her out if she asked, but it was the way they would make her feel about asking that had her so adamant about doing it on her own.

She also had an older sister and brother-in-law who were lawyers and would help her out too, but asking them for help was worse than asking her folks. As for the rest of her family, she had an aunt and uncle that was close, but they had already raised two kids who had moved on and they weren’t rich. Her two cousins were young like Jess and they were struggling also.

Jess was twenty years old and she had made many mistakes in her life. Probably the worst mistake she had made was not finishing college. It was unheard of that she wouldn’t finish college and her parents were so upset when she quit, especially since they were paying for it. But she was so sure that college was just not what she wanted. She was sick of school and she was ready to start her life, no matter what challenges she came up against. Determination was her strong suit and she was sure that she knew everything that she needed to know to thrive. Her trust fund of one hundred thousand dollars would get her started and she would move on from there. No worries.

That was two years ago and things just hadn’t gone the way she had expected. The money was all gone and the jobs that she was sure she would get just didn’t last and now she was broke and scared. Her latest job as a waitress, she had kept for just two months and it was the most difficult that she had had. On her last day when her boss fired her for screwing up yet again, she was met on the way out by one of her only repeat customers. An older woman named Barbara West who was always dressed in designer clothes and left large tips.

Seeing that Jess was upset, Barbara asked what the problem was. When she heard the news, she showed genuine concern and asked what kind of work that she would be interested in doing.

“Oh, at this point, I would do anything.” was her answer.

Barbara smiled and said “Well dear, I just might be able to help you out after all.” She reached into her designer purse and pulled out a pad of paper and a gold pen. Jess wondered what she was doing as she watched her write something on the top sheet and rip it off. “This is my address. Be at my house tonight at six o-clock sharp if you want to make enough money to get your rent caught up and still have more left over.”

“What kind of work are you talking about?” Jess asked, wondering how one night of work could earn her enough to pay three months rent and still have money left over.

“All I can tell you now is that it is a service job, and I pay very well if I think you’re worth it. I’ll leave it up to you; if you show up at six, the job is yours. Think about it.”

This was very confusing to Jess “You’ll give me the job if I show up? What if I don’t have any experience?”

Barbara smiled “Don’t worry hon, anyone can do this job. Besides, you’ve been serving me for months here, I already know you’ll be perfect for the job.”

With that she went into the restaurant leaving Jess standing on the stoop.

Five hours later she knocked loudly on the large double doors of the huge mansion wondering just what kind of work she would be doing. A fifty-ish balding man opened the doors and asked “Can I help you miss?”

Jess smiled and said “Hello, I’m Jessica Hall. Mrs. West told me to be here at six o-clock for a job.”

The butler nodded and stepped to the side to let her in. As she walked past him, he said “Madam West is not married miss Hall. She prefers to be addressed as madam or mistress.”

“Oh okay, thank you.” she said as she let him lead the way past a grand staircase to an office.

“Have a seat miss Hall, Madam West will be in shortly.”

Jess walked into the room and sat in the comfortable leather chair. Two minutes later Barbara West walked in, her high heel shoes clomping across the wood floor. “Jessica, I’m so glad that you showed up.” Jess stood up and started to speak but was cut off “We have very little time to waste so follow me and I will explain.” She headed back the way she came and Jess quickly followed.

Out in the hall Barbara kept talking. “At seven o-clock this evening, I have several guests coming over for dinner and extras. This is not your average dinner party though, these guests are all high power people. They are the movers and shakers of this state and they all are under tremendous pressure with their careers. Therefore, when they come here for a party, they expect a little more then usual.”

If this was supposed to clear things up for Jess, it wasn’t. She decided to interrupt. “So what will my job be?” She asked, almost running to keep up.

“I’m getting to that.” They walked into a large dining room and that was when Jess saw the huge table for the first time. It was immense and covered with a very dark heavy table cloth that drooped down to the seats of the chairs.

“This is where the guests will be served their food,” she paused for a moment before adding, “and serviced by you.”

“Oh, you want me to wait on them.”

Barbara smiled and shook her head “No Jess, I have wait staff that will take care of that.”

“Well then, what do you need me for?” This was so confusing.

“I want you to service them Jess, orally.”

It took a three count before it clicked in her head exactly what she meant, and then Jess gasped in shock and stepped back. “You…you want me to…” she was shaking her head and her eyes were as wide as saucers. “I can’t do that ma’am.”

“You can do it Jess, and from what you told me today at the restaurant, you need the money too much to refuse.”

“But…how much money are you talking about.” she couldn’t even believe that she was able to ask that question because her face had seemingly gone numb, along with most of her body.

“If you can satisfy all my guests, you will earn five thousand dollars.”

This was all too much to take in for Jess who had very little experience with sex. She had been with two guys and she was drunk with the first one. The second guy she sucked him for all of two minutes, then let him fuck her. “I don’t know, isn’t it illegal. I mean it’s prostitution.”

“Honey, you don’t have to worry about that. The guests that come here are rich and famous people. If it ever got out that they were coming here for sex with a stranger, their careers would be toast. They pay extra to ensure discretion and I have gone to great lengths to keep their confidentiality intact. My guests come from all walks of life. Doctors, politicians, lawyers, actors, judges, even high ranking military personnel. They all have one thing in common, they are rich. I’m the only one who knows who they are and I’m not telling.”

“Wouldn’t I know who they were if I agree to this?” it was a reasonable question, after all she was supposed to service these guys orally. In her mind they had to all be guys, even though she had only been told ‘guests’ .

“You wouldn’t see them and they wouldn’t see you. The way it works is, you get under that table before the guests are shown in. They will all be wearing masks on their faces so they won’t be seen even if you do peek. I supply them robes so their top half is covered, but their bottom half is easily accessible by you. Once they are seated at the table, you won’t be able to see anything above their waist, so they are free to remove the masks if they so choose. There are two rules for you. First, there is no talking at all by you. They do not want to hear you, even though they all know that there is a pretty young lady beneath the table, they don’t want to be reminded of it while they are eating. Second, you must not attempt to see who is at the table, no matter what. So if you have any plans at all about trying to blackmail or contacting the press to try to cash in, don’t do it. Remember what I said about these people. They can and will make your life much more miserable than you could make theirs.”

“When you have finished pleasuring each guest, and they have all finished their meals, I will lead them all out of the dining room and you will come out from under the table. I will send my butler in with your payment, and you will be free to go.”

Jess took a deep breath and swallowed hard, then she looked around the room once more. She was trying to convince herself that she could do this. It was not easy because she knew that she shouldn’t but the money was just too good to pass up. She saw no other alternative. She looked back at Barbara and nodded slowly, almost imperceptibly. “Okay, I need the money.” she whispered.

“Of course you do dear, I wouldn’t have asked you here if you didn’t.