His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Chapter 220.

When the idea of her visiting the boot parlour had been mooted by the stable lasses, Serena had known little about either of the boys beyond the fact that they were rumoured to be pathetic little perverts recruited by Miss Poole either as a joke, or for profit, or possibly to satisfy her own weird tastes.  She didn’t have a high opinion of men, and it would have taken quite an exceptional individual to interest her in anything but a one-night stand, and in any case her idea of good sex always involved her taking complete charge, which no-one she had dated so far had been very keen on; so the idea of humiliating a couple of submissives really appealed.  When it later transpired that the boys had apparently been coerced, and that their employment at Pitt’s Wood may not be entirely voluntary, it merely added spice to the project.  What she hadn’t expected, however, was that she should find herself so aroused by the experience.
Each of the boys was stimulating in a different way.  Bobby was clearly a fetishist whose deepest sexual feelings were attached to latex, leather, boots and servitude.  Timmy was a pretty normal young guy with a vulnerability to pretty women.  Thus she found Bobby fascinating as a potential reciprocation for her own desires, and Timmy as an amusing subsidiary project.  As they laboured innocently at her feet, she was already making plans for their future employment as her own minions.  The concurrence of such thoughts with the sensations produced by the boys’ hands palpating her thighs was making her wish she had put on her dil-do pants after all.  But there was nothing she could do now.  She was determined to keep her excitement a secret – its discovery would mar her façade of cool disinterest and aloofness.  And she was also adamant neither of them would be allowed any sexual release.  No, there would be no orgasms today, however steamed up they got.  She knew just how to handle them.  She would leave them at the end of the session in a state of longing and frustration, thinking about her, dreaming about her, obsessing about her.  Over the coming days or weeks she would scatter a few crumbs of attention, till she had them both feeding out of her hand.  Only then would she be in a position to take total control


Soon the thigh section of her boots had been completed, the moist leather revivified and glowing, and she resumed her seat, spread her legs once again, and instructed them to continue.  Bobby carefully unbuckled her spurs and put them to one side.  Timothy followed suit.  Bobby worked from the toe upwards, saving the most delicious part of his labour, Serena’s tightly-sheathed calves, for last.  He used a little brush to apply cream to the stitching and the heels, and creamed and polished her feet with the greatest care.  Applying the thick white cream reminded him of an incident many months ago at his aunt’s house, which had initiated his whole career to date.  He gulped.  As he moved up onto her ankles, and then her calves, his excitement mounted – to the point where the lightest pressure on his erection, now quivering like a tuning-fork, would have produced an explosive climax.  He bit his lip and fought off the temptation.  His coc-k had never felt so vibrant, and he guessed there must be external physical forces at play.  He had noticed the lube Ellie had used that morning didn’t have the usual pine scent, but a definite fragrance of roses.  He looked sideways at his friend, and noted that his rampant erection was even more impressive than his own, and that his hands were still shaking slightly as he worked.  It was probably as well that they were unaware of Serena’s own state of arousal, or the session may have ended less peacefully than it did


But all good things come to an end, and they were awaken from their erotic reveries by Serena’s voice.
“Goodness, look at the time.  Are you finished, boys?”
“I’m almost finished,” said Bobby – which was true in every sense – as he rebuckled the last spur, which he had polished till it gleamed.
“I’m leaving a little tip on the side here,” she said, taking some notes out of her purse and slipping them under the protector box.  “You’d better split it equally - you were both equally proficient, and equally cute!  But I really don’t want to lose touch with you guys before by next appointment.  Could one of you let me have a phone number
”
Timothy leapt to his feet, oblivious of the blunt protuberance straining at the front of his little yellow pants, as if eager to attain the object of its veneration.  “Of course, madam
miss
”
“Oh, thank you, Timmy.  Let me call you
  Put it into my phone, would you
  So
  I think I can hear it ringing somewhere.  Great.  Now we can keep in touch.  But I really have to go.  I believe I can hear your next visitors in the waiting-room.”
She opened the door a crack and peeped out.  “Yes.  Two pretty ladies.  Lucky boys.  Come here.”
To their absolute astonishment and delight, she bestowed a little warm kiss, sticky with lipstick, on each boy’s cheek!
“Don’t forget me, will you?”
“No miss!”
“Of course not, Miss Egerton!”
And with a little mischievous wave, she slipped out.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 221.

They heard some brief words between Serena and the waiting guests, and all at once they started to panic.
“We can’t let ‘em see us like this!” hissed Timothy.  “Who is it, anyway?”
“Dunno, Tim.  Doesn’t matter who it is, if they clock the state of us we’re done.  We’ll get reported to Miss Poole, and you know what that means!”
“’Ave a look!  These things ain’t gonna disappear any time soon, are they?”
Bobby crept to the door and opened it a couple of inches.  Two women, chatting.  He couldn’t see either of their faces at first.  Then suddenly the one farthest away, the dark-haired one, stuck out her head.  He nearly fainted.  Natasha, Amelia’s mother!  So the other one

But Bethany had already turned.
“Bobby!  It’s us!”
Before he could shut the door they were on him.  With a squeal of fear he retreated to the back corner of the room, by the chairs.  He shut his eyes. 
“We’re finished.  I’m finished!” he was saying to himself.  “It’s all over.  Mellie’s gonna go mad at me when they take her friends away!  Oh, god, Ellie
  Why did you have to
”
“Boys!” cried Bethany.  “Surprise!  We’ve tracked you to your lair.  Miss Poole fitted us in.  Isn’t that kind?  And we’ve both put on our best boots.  I hope you’re going to give us a good service.”
Bethany had apparently already embraced Timothy, and now she was approaching him.  Natasha had her arms around Timothy now, and a strange rather pleased expression on her face.  Then Bethany grabbed him and held him close.  He felt his hard coc-k being squashed against her tummy, and waited for the shock and repulsion.  But it never came.  Indeed, she seemed to want to prolong the embrace for as long as possible.
“My turn, Beth
come on.”
Then Natasha took her place.  She had his back to the wall, her cheek next to his, and her hands on his bare waist.  Then she slid one hand behind him, cupped in over his bottom, and pulled him against her, rocking gently from side to side as if they were dancing, making his slippery coc-k slide from side to side in his pants!  If he hadn't been so shocked, he would have c-um on the spot. When he was eventually released, he and Timothy looked at each other in disbelief.  Had they not noticed, or
?
The ladies took their seats side by side in the chairs.  Bobby quickly revised his view of the girls’ mothers.  At the same time it dawned on Timothy that these women were not the straight-laced, family-oriented, virtuous ladies he might, in his innocence of older women, have expected.  It was a valuable first lesson for any young man – that heightened sexuality is not the domain of youth alone.  Such was their composure that Bobby even wondered whether Serena had forewarned them


Bethany reclined in her chair and regarded them with approval.  “Stand there boys.  Let’s have a look at you.  Come on, hands behind your backs, like soldiers at ease.  That’s it.  Well, you are a fine pair.  Those uniforms!  So cute.  Don’t you think, Natasha?”
“Absolutely, darling.  What a pair of sweeties!  Let’s have few snaps, shall we?  Right.  Here we go.  Smile, boys!  Bigger smiles!  Pose – pretend your boxers, or athletes – show us your muscles.  And the other ones, Timmy!”  [giggles]  “I know!  Hold hands!  Hold both hands!  Yes...”
“Now, turn around,” said Bethany.  “Right around.  Look over your shoulders and smile.  Amazing!  That’ll be a good one for the album, Natasha, yeah?  Okay, now we want some with us, yes?  Timmy, could you take one of us with Bobby?  Then we’ll have one of us with you.”
They went into the waiting room.  Bethany and Natasha stood either side of Bobby, with their hands first on the lower back, but then migrating to his bottom, where they patted and fondled familiarly, making his throbbing coc-k twitch and ooze, till he could feel his juices slippery under his leg-bands.  Timothy snapped away till they were satisfied - which took some time.  Eventually they released him, and then it was his turn to photograph Timothy in the same situation.  It was clear by now that they weren’t here to get their boots polished, but simply to lech over them, and collect as many photos as they could, for what purpose he preferred not to speculate.  It was twenty to eleven already.  But after five minutes or so he got tired of taking photos, and switched to video.  This proved a prescient move, in view of what occurred next.  He couldn’t see what was happening behind Timothy’s back, but Bethany and Natasha were giggling like schoolgirls and he was wriggling and squirming, struggling to escape from their embrace.  Back in reception, though, they had a perfect view of the women’s straying hands.  By now Ellie and Miss Poole had joined the little audience, and Evelina at least was shocked that two mothers of young children should be capable of such lubricious behaviour.
“Look what she’s doing!  That blonde one!”
“Naughty girl,” murmured Miss Poole, with a slight smile on one corner of her lips.
“But Miss Poole
”
“Boys will be boys, grown ladies will sometimes be naughty schoolgirls.  Don’t worry, I’m sure the boys can cope.  It won’t be the last time, I can tell you
”
From behind, Bethany was sliding two fingers rhythmically back and forth against Timothy’s crotch, whilst her friend alternately fondled, tickled and slapped his bottom.  Timothy resisted valiantly, pressing his thighs together as hard as he could, but to no avail.  The fact was that, despite all his bravado, his experience of women was extremely limited, whilst his attraction to them was disarmingly intense, leaving him little defence against such a concerted two-pronged assault.   A trickle of clear fluid was issuing from the right leg of his trunks, which soon became a drop dancing on a sticky string as he struggled.  Then all of a sudden his resistance collapsed.  He gave a sort of choking sob.
“Oh
oh
  No, please stop
  I’m gonna
ahh
.!”
With a moan his eyes closed, his head fell onto Bethany’s shoulder, and he was overtaken by a shuddering climax.  The trickle of juice on his thigh was overwhelmed by a sudden efflux of c-um, which burst forth and streamed down his leg and over his red superhero boot.  He hung between his tormentors, jerking and gasping helplessly in the intensity of his climax.  The ladies, instead of showing concern, exchanged satisfied glances, and wrapped their arms around him in support – which was just as well, for otherwise he would probably have collapsed.  Bobby, despite feeling slightly guilty about it, never stopped filming.  (Later he was glad he didn't, because it earned them a sizeable tip!)  It was only when his spasms finally subsided, leaving him twitching and gasping, that they helped him to a chair and comforted him.
“Timmy
what happened?” asked Bethany, with feigned innocence, suppressing a giggle.
“Gosh, Timmy,” smiled Natasha, “ now that was worthy of a superhero!  Do you feel better now?”
“Was it that pretty lady in the red boots that got you into such a state?  I wouldn’t be surprised.  And she did warn us you boys were a little, er, tense
”
“I-I’m sorry
” said Timothy, weakly.  “I didn’t mean to
”
“Never mind, Timmy.  Forget about our boots – it’s too late for that now.  We’ll just book another session.  And don’t worry - we’re going to leave you guys a big tip – and the best review.  In fact I’d be surprised if Miss Poole didn’t give you a bonus!” 
And they burst out laughing.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 222.

Bethany and Natasha, having had their fun, decided it was time to go.
“We’ll leave you then, Bobby.  Look after Timmy, won’t you.  And we’ll see you Sunday, yeah?” grinned Natasha.
“Sunday?  I’m not sure if
”
“No.  You’re free.  We checked.  Ellie will explain everything,” said Bethany.  “See you guys, then
”  And they gave little cute waves as they left, as if they had just done nothing more than visit for coffee.
Bobby stood staring after them.  “These women
all of them
they really are
”
“Bobby
” groaned Timothy.  “Can you ‘elp me next door
?  I’m totally knackered, mate
”
“Of course.  Quick, before the next customers arrive.”
He helped Timothy to the apartment, and left him lying face down on his bed. 
“Don’t worry.  I’ll handle the next session.  I’ll be back lunchtime.”
“Fanks, Bobby
”

Bobby returned to the waiting room and cleaned up.  He had just finished when Ellie poked her head in.
“Next two on their way.  Ready?”
“Yeah.  It’s just me.  Tim’s er, not feeling well
”
Ellie somehow kept a straight face and feigned ignorance.  “Really?  What’s up?”
“Oh
nothing much...headache, I think.”
“Right-o.  Well it’s only a couple of the part-timers.  Rubber boots.  You shouldn’t have any problems.”
“Thanks
”

He had them cleaned and polished within forty minutes, and would have liked them to leave.  But the girls, who were around his own age, insisted on hanging around chatting him up, till to get rid of them he had to agree that he and Tim would go out for a drink with them when they had a free evening.  He didn't mind, actually.  The dark one, by the name of May, was rather cute, he thought...  It was nearly twelve by the time he returned to the apartment.

Ellie had got Timothy up, made him have a shower, and washed and dried his pants.  He was fully recovered – and hungry.
“Come with me to the canteen,” said Ellie.  “I need to update you.”
“Can we change, then?” asked Bobby.
“No.  Miss Poole very clear about that.  When you’re working you keep your uniforms on all day.  You can slip on a jacket if you’re cold.”
“Okay
”  There was no point arguing.  So they put on their official Pitt’s Wood hoodies and accompanied Ellie up to the buildings.  They attracted quite a lot of attention queuing in the canteen, but eventually they got their lunches and got seated.
“So
 Bethany and Natasha,” began Ellie.  “Any problems?”
Bobby looked at her.  How much did she know?  He couldn’t tell.  Timmy blushed and looked down.
“No, no problems.  They got what they wanted.  Said they’d leave us a good review in fact
”
“Oh, good.  Now, this weekend.”
“Yes?”
“Saturday you got a couple of specials
”  She looked at her diary.  Two o’clock and three o’clock.”
“Who are they?”
“Outsiders.  No idea.”
“What about tomorrow?”
“Two specials first thing.  Nine to ten-thirty.  Committee members.  You need to give them particular attention, obviously.”
“Committee members?  Who?”
“You’ll find out.”
“Why won’t you tell us?”
“You don’t need to know.  Just do your work.”
“We’re not slaves, you know
”
Ellie smiled.  “Aren’t you?”  She paused, cheekily.  “So, as I was saying.  Sunday.  Miss Poole wants you here at one.”
“Okay.  Fine.”  That will get me out of being a pony for Charlotte and Amelia, he thought.
“Yes.  Cynthia wants to do a final fitting for your pageboy outfits.  You’ll be wearing them for at least the next two weeks.”
“I see
okay
”
“But before that
” 
Ellie had a particularly evil smile on her lips.
“Yes?  What?”
“Before that
  The junior arena’s closed
  And I understand that two of MĂ©lisande’s best friends are dying to try out Bobby the Pony
”
“No!”
“
and the arena’s the perfect place, don’t you think?”
“No!  That’s not fair!  I won’t
”
“Won’t?”
But Timothy had awoken from his reverie.
“What’s that about Bobby the Pony?  What are you talking about?”
“Oh, Timmy!  Didn’t you know?  Bobby here
”
“Shut up, Ellie!”
“Bobby’s also Bobby the Pony!”
Bobby clapped his hand to his forehead.  Timothy’s mouth opened as he began to take in the significance of Ellie's words.  His forehead puckered.
“Bobby...?  You tellin’ me...‘e’s that pony what that little girl rides?  Is that true, mate?”  A smile was spreading slowly over his face.  “It is, aint it?  It’s you!  I should ‘ave realised, shouln’t I?  That explains everyfing!  No wonder you’re so nice to ‘er!”  He was convulsed with laughter - he could hardly speak for laughing.  “You
an’ ‘er!  What a pair!  Oh my god.  Perfick!  Bleedin’ perfick.  “Oh, mate, the way she whacks you wiv ‘er little stick!  Priceless!”  He took a breath and collected himself. 
“So
  Ellie
  Am I gonna get to watch this as well?”
“If you want
of course.  In that case there’ll be you, me, Miss Poole, Cynthia from Fantastex, oh, the girls’ mothers of course, who you serviced this morning, MĂ©lisande’s mum, Bobby’s aunt
  I think that’s all
”
“I can’t wait
I can’t bleedin’ wait
  Oh, mate!  Why didn’t you tell me?  You didn’t ‘ave to keep it such a secret, y'know, not from me
  Now I know
”
“Okay, you know.  Now shut up sniggering.  And if you tell anyone, I’ll bloody kill you!”
“No, you can’t tell,” said Ellie, “or you’ll be out on your ear.”
“I know, I know.  I don’t wanna tell anyone.  It’s enough.  My best mate Bobby is ‘er little pony.  Bobby, mate, you must tell me all about it – ‘ow it feels being a good little pony, ‘aving you bum whipped and them little spur fings diggin’ in yer ribs
  Do yer like it when
  ‘Ow!”
Bobby had given his friend a good hard kick under the table.  But it only made him laugh louder, till the whole canteen was staring


[Simonssister]

Chapter 223.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful work-wise, but Timothy was in high spirits.  As a consequence of his official status as Bobby’s assistant, he had been suffering from a niggling sense of inferiority, a faint resentment.  “I’m as good as ‘im,” he thought.  “Why assistant?  I ain’t assistin’ ‘im.  No – I’m doin’ exackly the same job, an’ just as well!”  However, the discovery that his principal was secretly MĂ©lisande’s little ponyboy had quite restored his confidence.  Every now and then he would chuckle, or shake his head in disbelief, much to Bobby’s irritation, and if he glared at his friend Timothy would simply give him a great big smile in return.  He didn’t need to say anything for Bobby to know exactly what he was thinking.  During one session Bobby instructed him about the use of black polish.
“Remember,make sure to remove every trace of excess, and let it dry for a couple of minutes.  Then seal the leather with a spray lacquer, otherwise it can get on the rider’s clothes.”
“Yes, sir!  Or on a pony’s coat, if he happens to be a little grey one
”
“What?”
“Nothing, sir
”
“And stop calling me sir!”
“Yes, sir
  Oops
”
On another occasion, a lady asked
“Do you ride yourselves, boys?”
Quick as a flash Timothy responded, “No.  My partner has someone else to ride him!”
The lady laughed, appreciating the smart answer but not getting the full joke.  Bobby did, though, and wasn’t amused.  But Timothy simply couldn’t help himself.  It was going to be a while before the novelty wore off


He was still teasing Bobby that evening after work, as they sat in their living-room sharing a pizza.  Bobby, after several hours of ribbing, was in a foul mood and near to breaking-point.  In fact he was at the stage of giving his friend a cuff round the ear, when his phone buzzed.  He snatched it up with a snort of irritation, but as he read the message and saw the attachment all his frustration evaporated.
“Hi Bobby!  We had a great time today.  [heart]  Thank you so much – and specially Timmy!!  And for the video.  Thought you might like it for your records! [laughing emoji, hearts] xxx Bethany”
Bobby forgot about his pizza and sat back in his chair, smiling.  He turned off the sound and played the video, sniggering occasionally.  Timothy stopped chewing and stared at him.
“What you smirkin’ about, ponyboy?  Lookin’ forward to Sunday, are you?”
Bobby kept watching the video.  “Not right now.  This is much more entertaining
”
“Wha’?  Wha’ is it?”
“Just some guy about to pop
   Ooh, there he goes now!  Wow!  What a performance!”
He held up his phone for Timothy to see.  He saw, swore, and made a grab for it.  But Bobby was out of his chair and locked in his bedroom before Timothy could get to him.
“Gimme that phone!” he shouted through the door, rattling the handle.
No reply.
“Bobby!”
“You can have it just as soon as I’ve uploaded this to the cloud
”
“You better not!”
Silence from within.
“Too late!  Okay, I’m coming out.”  He opened the door.  “Shall we watch it together?”
“Shu’ up!”
“Okay.  But you shut up too.  If you go on about you know what any more, I might be inclined to circulate this.  I wonder
  I bet Serena would be very amused
”
“Don’t you dare!”
“Pact?”
Timothy frowned.  “Okay
  Pact.”
“Good.  Are we good again?”
“Guess so
”
And with a yell, he jumped on Bobby, and the two of them wrestled, laughing, on the floor till they were exhausted.


The thing about Diana Murchison and Eleanor Bowditch was that you rarely saw one without the other.  They seemed to do everything in tandem.  So much so, that the staff sometimes got their names mixed up, and talked about “Diana Bowditch” or “Eleanor Murchison”.  There was something in their looks as well, such that they could easily have been mistaken for sisters.  Eleanor was a few inches taller than her friend, however, and though they adopted rather similar, simpering expressions, Eleanor, to her credit, lacked Diana’s sly and calculating glance.
They even shared a house, something which had given rise to quite mistaken notions about their sexuality.  True, they both had a keen and prurient eye, but its gaze rested exclusively on the male of the species.
After their meeting with Cynthia, they had taken themselves off for several coffees and worked out their strategy.
“This is what I think, Eleanor.”
“Yes, Diana?”
“We have two sessions booked.  I suggest we use the first to gain their trust, so that our plans for the second will be easier to put into practice.”
“I agree, dear.  Those pageboy outfits
  Adorable!  How does she think these things up?”
“She’s a woman after our own hearts
”
“Absolutely!  Er
  Did you check the special locker?”
“Oh yes.  Violet gave me a tour, and lent me the key.  There’s everything we need.  Whips, gags, straps
  It’s an Aladdin’s Cave
”
“Excellent!  What fun!  And we have a double session, too
”
“That should give us enough time
  And we can always book them for a home visit.”
“Oh, we must.  Yes.”  Eleanor paused.  “And so
do you think they really are
?”
“Gay?  Ninety percent sure.  No girlfriends
”
“But they’re much too busy
”
“Nonsense.  They’d make time if they really wanted to.  Close friends for years.  Used to go camping together.  Shared a tent.  Scouts, I believe
”
“Timmy still is, isn’t he?”
“Not sure.  Anyway, now they’re living together.  In that cosy little pad Violet furnished.  Stroke of genius, that.  Then there’s the latex
”
“That wasn’t their choice though
”
“Maybe not.  But they adapted so easily.  They look so comfortable in those costumes.”
“That’s true, Diana.  Comfortable is right
  And very sweet
”
Diana licked her lips.  “Very
  Violet told me that Bobby’s really into the pageboy look.  Apparently he was hoping to be a pageboy at some wedding next month.”
“Really?”
“Yes.  When he heard about the outfit he pleaded to be allowed to be pageboy to the bride!”
“Wow!  Did he know what the outfit looks like?”
“Oh yes!  He’s desperate to show it off.  He craves attention, you see.  He’s got such a large streak of vanity.  But it’s quite innocent.  That Burlington girl has him right under her thumb.  You know how?  Not by punishing him, but by praising him.  So I’ve been told.  “Good boy, Bobby – you’ve done really well today.  Here’s two sugar lumps
”  Really!”
“Oh, Diana
  That’s so cute.  What a little darling.  Well, I think we know what we need to do.  If we can make it easier for them to come out, I’ll feel we’ll have helped smooth the path of true love
”
“Yes, Eleanor.  “Yes, Eleanor.  And it will add spice to the Christmas party.  But let’s not tell the girls yet.  Let’s wait and see how things transpire
”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 224.

Friday morning, eight-forty-five.  Bobby in a nervous state, Timothy, as a consequence, also a little anxious.
“So you really can’t guess who it might be?”
“I told you.  I don’t know.  Ellie won’t say.  Could be Magda and Zeta – that would be great.  Worst case – it’s Diana Murchison and Eleanor Bowditch.  If it is them – it may not be – just make sure you do everything they say.  Don’t hold back.”
“Why are they
?”
“Don’t ask.  They’d just love to get the pair of us at their mercy.  God knows
  Shh!  Someone’s coming in.  Let me peek
  What?  What the
?  Ellie’s locked the door!  That
.  Wait.  Listen.  I can hear voices
”
Ellie’s voice was muffled, but she could be heard saying, “Ladies
  Welcome.  Let me show you into the waiting-room.  The boys will be out directly
  Yes, it is, isn’t it
  I know
  So well designed
”  Her voice faded away as they passed out of the corridor.
“Well?”
“Couldn’t hear
  Shit!  Anyway, we’ll soon find out.”

Ellie unlocked the door.  “They’re waiting.  Get moving.”
“So who is it?”
“Go and find out, stupid!”
“Thanks for nothing.  Lucky for you I didn’t smell any roses as I got dressed this morning.  Yes, we’ve sussed you out.”

Bobby took the lead.  Could it be Magda and Zeta?  That would be a treat.  He took a deep breath, and pushed open the door.  At once his heart sank.  His two least favourite women, sitting side by side, looking at them with ill-disguised voracious delight.
“Good morning Bobby,” simpered Diana.  “And this must be Timmy?”
“Good morning madam,” replied Timothy, dutifully.
Bobby had no choice.  He had to pretend to be pleased to see them, in the hope they wouldn’t take too many liberties, or give Miss Poole a bad report.  He bowed slightly.  “Tim, this is Miss Murchison and Miss Bowditch.  Ladies, yes this is Tim – Timmy, I mean.  We’re at your service, ladies.”
“How delightful!” simpered Eleanor.  “What lovely uniforms!  Don’t you think so, Diana?”
“Very suitable.”  She regarded them for a moment with a predator-like gaze.  “Come closer, boys.  Let us get a better look at Cynthia’s wonderful tailoring.”

The ladies couldn’t have been more pleased with the boys’ appearance. Bobby had muscled up since their last meeting, and his friend was at least a match for him.  They kept them standing there in front of them for a minute or two, eating them alive with their eyes, while the boys fidgeted awkwardly, cheeks reddening.  They might as well have been young colts at an auction.  Their visit wasn’t merely a whim, or a pleasant distraction.  It was the first move in a long-term strategy.  The were part of a small circle of friends, those same friends that attended Diana’s party in the Pitt’s Wood committee room – Tracey, Cheryl, Danielle, and Polly – with a particular hobby.  They held occasional wild parties, a sort of rebellion against their maturity, at which some sort of libidinousness was de rigueur.  They had been wanting for some time to involve Barbara, Kaiya and Chantal – but Polly was resisting sacrificing her daughter to her friends’ lustfulness.  When the boot boy idea was first mooted, they saw the possibilities at once.  And now Bobby and Timothy had been pencilled in for their December bash.

“Oh, Miss Murchison
  Do you know Cynthia, then?” asked Bobby, to break the apparent impasse.
“Yes.  We just met.  Talented woman.  Wonderful imagination.  Bobby, come to me
  Yes
.”
He moved forward a few inches.
“Closer.”
She extended a hand and stroked the side of his pants.  Bobby suppressed a shiver.
“Such quality.  Feel that latex, Eleanor.”
But Eleanor was already leaning forward, running her fingers down Timothy’s flank.
“Exquisite
”
Diana gave Bobby her idea of a playful pinch on his bare thigh, making him flinch.
“Shall we have a few snaps – while they’re still fresh?”
That didn’t sound very promising.
“Good idea, Diana.”
“Right.  Go stand in the middle of the room boys.  Side by side.”  Out came the phones.  “Smile
”
It was just like the day before, with Bethany and Natasha.  It was clear to the boys that they were going to have to put up with a lot of this.  Still, it was easier than cleaning boots


They were photographed separately and together, in every humiliating pose they could imagine.  But then things got a bit more intimate.
“Hold hands, boys
  Smile
  You two have known each other a long time, haven’t you?  No, stay holding hands please.  Haven’t you?”
“Some years, yes, Miss Murchison,” ventured Tim.
“You must be very good friends
”
“Er
yes
”
“Very close
”
They nodded.
“Put your arms around each other.”
“Sorry?”
“Your arms, boy
”
“Oh
yes
”
“Now
cuddle a little.  Go on – don’t be so shy
”
They cuddled.  Timothy, the more intimidated and awkward of the two, cuddled Bobby rather more energetically, pulling Bobby against him until their torsos were pressed together and their heads side by side.
“You trying to suffocate me?” hissed Bobby in his friend’s ear.
“You told me not to hold back,” whispered Timothy.
“And don’t blow in my ear
”
“That’s lovely, boys!  No, stay like that
  Eleanor, could you show them what we want?”
“Of course.”
Eleanor rose and approached the affecting tableau.  She began adjusting their poses.
“Timmy
put your hands lower on Bobby’s back
right down
yes, on his bottom
good.  Hold him tight.  Bobby, you do the same
  No, there, silly
  That’s better.  Now, heads back a little
look into each other’s eyes
rub noses
  That’s a kiss in Eskimo, you know.”
For a moment Bobby thought of protesting.  But he quickly rejected the idea.  They couldn’t afford to antagonise these two; the consequences would catastrophic.  He had been over this in his mind enough times.  On the one hand, punishment, worse humiliation, possibly public; on the other all that - plus losing their jobs and the money that both wanted so much, and which they could never obtain elsewhere.
“Good, that’s better,” said Diana, switching to video.  “Thank you Eleanor.  Now, without moving your feet from the spot, pretend to be dancing.  Go on.  Bend your upper bodies, sway your hips
and whisper sweet nothings, if you wish.  Excellent.”
The boys reluctantly followed their instructions.  Timmy, who wasn’t endowed with a lot of natural grace, moved awkwardly, and held onto Bobby a little too tightly.  Diana knew very well, given the unavoidable friction, a degree of arousal was inevitable.  She quietly hummed Dancing Cheek to Cheek to herself. 
“Excellent!  You move so well together.  You clearly have great mutual empathy. Keep going, don’t slow down
  Good
  Relax a little, Bobby
  Timmy, you too.  You’re a tad too stiff
  That’s better
  Yes, you’re getting into a nice rhythm now
  That’s great!  I’m going to give Miss Poole a fantastic report today.  And you’re going to get a fat tip, too!”
“We can’t keep this up much longer,” whispered Bobby, his cheeks on fire. 
“I know
  I can feel your
”
“I can feel yours!  If this goes on much longer you’ll
”
“Me?  I can take it.  You’re the one
”!
Just when Bobby had made up his mind to pull away from his friend, Diana intervened.
“All right.  That’s enough!  Excellent, boys.  Turn and face us, please
  Oh, super!  No. stay like that for a moment.  Goodness, you’re both so red.  Sorry, that must have been quite exhausting.  But you certainly proved you can dance!”  And something else, she thought, noting their firm erections with satisfaction.
“Well, Diana, I think it’s time to get our boots polished.  There’s twenty minutes left.  Will that be enough, boys?”
“Yes, madam,” said Bobby, relieved.  “If you care to take your seats in the parlour
.”

They wasted no time in attaching their knee-pads, kneeling and getting to work.  Bobby serviced Diana, Tim Eleanor.  They worked quickly and efficiently, grateful for the chance to do what they did best, and earn a good report.  They finished with a minute to spare.  The ladies stood up and admired each other’s boots.
“You’ve done a great job, boys,” smile Diana.  “Don’t you think, Eleanor?”
“My boots have never been so shiny!  Positively gleaming!  Well done!  We’ll definitely come again.”  And she embraced Tim and gave him a little pat on the bottom, as if he were a six-year-old.  The worst thing was, Bobby noticed, that he actually looked pleased! 
But the fact was, he was pleased – proud that Eleanor had praised his work.  This was his first job – he had nothing to compare it with – and he had already accepted the whole weird premise that he was employed by a strict mistress to clean ladies’ boots, and a generous salary, and that to do it well constituted the sum total of and reason for his existence.  “See?” he was thinking, “that proves it.  I’m just as good as Bobby.  I should ask for that ‘assistant’ title to be removed
”
Diana had opened her purse.  She slipped out two fifty-pound notes and placed them on the side shelf.
“Wow!  Fank you miss
er, madam!” cried Timothy.
Even Bobby was gobsmacked.  “Yes,” he gasped.  “Thank you so much.”
”You earned it boys,” smiled Diana.  And she turned and followed her friend out.

The boys stared at each other.  The memory of the humiliation they had just endured had been suddenly effaced by the two small pieces of crisp pink paper lying in front of them.
“If they’re gonna leave up tips like this,” said Tim, picking one up, “they can do whatever they like
  They didn’t seem as bad as what you said
”
Even Bobby’s resolve was weakened.
“Well
  I guess
  That was nice of them
  Don’t suppose anyone else would give us a tip like that
  And we’ll get a good report
”

“My phone is red hot,” laughed Diana, as they walked back up to the car park.
“I’m not surprised.  We got what we wanted, didn’t we?”
“Clear as day.  But whether they realise it themselves, I’m not sure
”
“No!  That’s the funny thing.  But next time
”
“Next time we’ll bring it home to them.  It’ll be easier, with them in their pageboy outfits...”
“And with all those accessories
”
“Yes, with those.”  She laughed.  “You drive, Eleanor.  I want to review this video
”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 225.

The boys had two more sessions that morning.  They broke for lunch at twelve-thirty.  They didn’t feel like going to the canteen, so they made sandwiches at home, and sat at the coffee-table eating them.
“I’m gonna pay this into the bank,” said Tim.  “I’m savin’ up.  Next year I’m gonna get a car.”
“Me too.  Or maybe a bike.  Three-fifty or five hundred.”
There was a pause.
“Bobby
?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you mind
you know
what ‘appened?”
“What
you mean
”
“Yeah
  I wondered, that’s all
”
“Nah, not really
  I mean, it wasn’t our choice, was it?”
“Exackly.  They made us, right?  But s’pose
s’pose she ‘adn’t stopped us, like
”
“Yeah, well
”
“Cos you was about to pop yer lot
”
“Me?  You were
”
“No, I could tell
  I wouldn’t ‘ave minded if you ‘ad.  I mean, it wouldn’t ‘ave bin your fault, like.  You needn’t ‘ave bin embarrassed or nuffin’.  It would ‘ave felt funny, mind, feelin’ you
 you know, like, right against me
”
“What?  Did you want me to, then?”
“No, course not!  It’s just, I was wondering what it would feel like
  You were right on the edge, I could tell
”
“What d’you mean?  How could you tell?  How could you know what I was feeling?”
“I could.  I could feel it, like twitching against my tummy.  Oops, I fought.  ‘Ere we go.  Bobby’s gonna pop and ‘ere’s me
”
“Stop saying that!  I was not going to!”
“You was
  If I’d just ‘umped you a few more times, you would ‘ave.”
“What? ‘Umped me?  Did you say “umped” me?  Is that what you thought you were doing?”
“No
  I’m just sayin’, I could ‘ave made you c-um easy if I’d wanted.  I should ‘ave.  That would ‘ave shown them ladies which one was the man and which one was the boy.  If it’d bin you wiv them two yesterday, I bet you would ‘ave c-um straight off, no question.”
“You talk such bollocks, Tim.  Give me a break.”
“Let’s ‘ave a competition then.”
“Competition?  What do you mean?”
Let’s do what we were doin’ earlier, and see who c-ums first.  Twenty quid.”
“What?  Are you serious?”
“Why not?”
“Why not?  Cos it would be totally gay, that’s why not!  I have no desire to get that close to you – no offence – to any guy, ever again.”
“All right.  Let’s do what we did that night in the tent then.”
Bobby looked alarmed.  “That was different.  That was, like, four years ago.  It was a one-off.  I’d forgotten about it
”
“’Ad you?  I ‘ain’t.  You came after about two minutes, and then you was too tired to attend to me.”
“Well, I
  How can you bring that up after all this time?”
“Cos, well
  You owe me, don’t yer?”
“I don’t owe you anything Tim, and I’m not going to do
that
”
“You remember quite well, don’t yer.  You’re blushing!”
“Listen, Tim, we can’t.  Ellie’s around somewhere
”
“Lock the door.”
“No!  I won’t
  Stop talking about it!”
“You want to, I can tell
  So do I.  They got us all steamed up this morning.  I can’t work properly feelin’ like this
”
“No
”  Bobby had cupped his hands over his lap.  His pants were still slippery from that first session of the day, and he too was feeling desperately frustrated.  “Really Tim, we shouldn’t
  Can’t you just do it yourself if you’re feeling that bad?”
Tim could see he was weakening.  “It ain’t the same.  I don’t like doin’ it to myself
”
“Well
get a girlfriend or something.  There’s plenty of girls round here.  Oh, and I forgot to tell you.  I’ve agreed we’ll go out for a drink with a couple of them.”
“Yeah?  When?”
“Yesterday.”
“What?  No, I mean, when are we goin’ out for the drink?”
“Oh
  Not sure.  I didn’t fix anything.”
“Well, so there ain’t no girls right now.  It’s just you an’ me, right?  Come on, we got nearly an hour.  ‘Ere, I’ll lock the door.”
“Tim!  No
  Oh, whatever
  But not here then
.”
“Okay.”  He laughed.  “Your room or mine?”
“Mine.  And we keep our trunks on.”
“Course.”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 226.

They emerged at a quarter to two, feeling much more relaxed – and hungry.  They quickly unlocked the door, and stuffed the rest of the sandwiches.  Ellie knocked at five to.
“Come in.”
“Next two in the waiting-room.  Cassie and Freya.  Ready?”
They grinned and nodded.
She peered at them.  They looked like two cats who had found the cream.  What were they up to?  “You two look pleased with yourselves,” she said, suspiciously
“We ‘ad some big tips today,” grinned Tim.
“Oh, I see.”  She regarded them for a moment, but their smiles were impenetrable.  “Well, off you go, then.  See me before you leave, unless
”
“Oh, yeah, we’ll be staying here again tonight,” said Bobby.
“Okay.  Cool.  I’ll see you in the morning in that case.”

The afternoon was a cinch.  By six they had showered and changed.  They had decided they would treat themselves to a meal and a drink in the local.  They were just putting on their hoodies when there was a tap on the door.  Bobby opened it.
“Oh
hi
  It’s us.  We were wondering if you were free
”
“Er
come in
”
In walked two of the grooms – but not in their work clothes, but smartly dressed in shirts, jackets, jeans, and boots.
“Tim
  These are the girls I mentioned.  This is my mate Tim.”
“Hi
”
“Hi
  I’m Jessica, and this is May
”
Jessica was a pretty blonde, slim with pale blue eyes and a ponytail, looking slightly nervous.  May was her opposite, dark-skinned with bold brown eyes, dark eyebrows and a broad forehead, her hair thick and wiry.
“We’re going out for a drink,” grinned May.  “Wondered if
”
“So were we,” said Bobby.  “Let’s go together.  Yes, Tim?”
“Sure!  Why not?  Where were you thinking of
?”
“There’s a great pub down the road in South Kennett.  We can get a bus if we hurry.”
“Okay.  Let’s go, guys
”

It proved an unusually relaxed and enjoyable first date.  Tim paired up with Jessica, Bobby with May, in the most natural way.  There was one temporary moment of embarrassment.
“Guys
” began May, “I wanted to ask you
”  She glanced nervously at Jessica.
“Yes?” said Bobby.
“Those outfits you wear
  Don’t you feel the teeniest bit self-conscious?  I mean, they’re so gay
”
Tim just turned red and had the good sense to leave it to Bobby to respond.  Bobby would know what to say.  Of course he did.  He just turned it into a joke.
“Well, didn’t you know, darlings,” he said, assuming the campest voice he could, “we’re both absolutely rabid gays?  Gay as rainbow-coloured kites, that’s us!”  He laughed, and resumed his normal voice.  “Sometimes we feel silly, but it goes with the job.  Miss Poole compensates us handsomely for the drawbacks.  And when you know us better, you’ll find out we’ll do anything for money!”
Tim gave him a look.  That wasn’t far from the truth, all right.
“But why
  Why does she want you to wear that stuff?  I don’t get it.”
“She probably thinks it’ll attract more customers,” said Jessica.  “Or she may just like fetishy stuff herself.  That’s what some of the girls say.  Anyway, I don’t mind – as long as you don’t wear it when you’re out with us!”
“Oh, can’t we, Jessica?” said Tim, feigning disappointment.
“No, Tim.  But if you want to dress in your tiny little rubber pants indoors, that’s another matter!”
“Ooh, naughty
” laughed May.  “But truly, guys – do you think some of your customers just come for that?”
“Some of the older women, definitely,” nodded Tim.  “I don’t mind.  If they find it sexy
”
“You’re sexy enough without it
” said Jessica, with a meaningful look.
They missed the last bus back, and had to walk.  There was a good deal of snogging on the way, and they didn’t get back to Pitt’s Wood till nearly one.  But they still had enough energy to be noisy and boisterous coming down the track.  They went straight to the boys’ apartment, where they sat around talking till nearly five in the morning.  The girls slept in Bobby’s room, and for the second time that day Bobby lay down next to Tim.  So far there was nothing more serious than sharing an enjoyable evening.  But all four of them felt that, even if nothing else happened, they had made some great new friends.

By the time the boys awoke, the girls, who started at eight on Saturdays, had gone.
“Last night was fun,” said Tim.  “Those two are really great company.”
“We’re so slow, Tim.  They actually asked us out.  Maybe they’re right – may we are gay.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“No
  I forgot to say
  Who came first yesterday?  Who?”
“Shuddup, Bobby.  I dunno what you was doin’ exackly
  You sure know ‘ow to touch it
  Guess you’ve ‘ad a lot more practice than me
”
“No excuses, Tim.  I turned you on, right?”
“No
”
“Oh, it was just premature ejaculation, was it?”
Tim aimed a punch, which Bobby dodged, laughing.  But Tim wasn’t laughing.  He looked serious.
“You really wanna know why?”
“Why what?”
“Why I couldn’t help c-umming.  I’ll tell you.  Cos you’re so much like a girl.  True, that’s it.  It feels like I’m with a girl.  Look at you.  You’re so pretty, wiv all that blonde hair an’ everyfing.  You got little freckles, an’ a sorta rosebud mouf.   An’ I swear you’re growing little titties.  I could feel ‘em!  You on hormones of sumfink?  All you need is a cute little dress
”
Bobby had turned bright red.  He couldn’t look Tim in the eye.
“So
  Y-you’re saying you fancy me
?”
“Sometimes, yes.  It ain’t my fault, though
”
Flustered, Bobby got up and disappeared into the kitchen.
“That’s ridiculous,” he called back, dabbing cold water on his burning cheeks.  “Look, we need to get out of here.  I’ll make breakfast.  Let’s eat and go see what the girls are up to
”
“It’s true, though,” Tim muttered under his breath.