His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Chapter 359.

A tall woman in an unflatteringly skimpy red dress – and the inevitable thigh boots – accompanied Connie into the living room.
“Hi Frieda…”
“Hi Bridget.  How are you?”
“Fine thanks.  Looking forward to meeting our new pageboy…  Ah, there you are…  Wow!  What an amazing little outfit!”
“Tim.  This is Bridget.  Bridget, Tim.”
“Good afternoon, Miss Bridget…”
“Hi, Tim.  Nice to meet yer.”  She stared at his shorts.  Not rudely, but with genuine admiration.  Perhaps there was a bit more to see now than before he started on Frieda’s boots… 
“They’re way cool.  I mean, I saw the photers of the weddin’…  But them yeller ones is sumpin’ else…  Let’s have a little selfie, shall we?  Sumpin’ ter show me mates…”
She gathered him up on the spot and held up her phone.
“Grab onter me  darlin’.  Nice big hug…”  She pulled him against her, squashing him against her hip.  “There we go!”  She checked the picture.  “Great!  Next time some loser asks me out, I’m gonna show ‘im this, and say, “why would I be interested in you, wiv a bf like this?””  And she let out a peal of laughter.
Tim took an instant liking to Bridget.  She seemed much warmer than Frieda.  She held onto him for a couple of minutes, holding his hand.  Her tallness made him feel like a little child with its mother.  And when she eventually let him go, she turned him round and gave him a little slap on the bottom, generating, from the collision of hand and latex, a sort of splat sound which made everyone smile.

Tim asked permission to go to the toilet.  He left the three women chatting and laughing.  On the way he peeped into the second living room.  The house was in two parts, one slightly lower than the other, and this room seemed as if it were used for big parties or dinners.  It had a high ceiling, even a chandelier.  He hurried on.  Cleaning Frieda’s boots had definitely had a stimulating effect.  He was feeling hot and itchy, and his shorts felt slightly slippery against his skin.  In the bathroom he peeled them down and rinsed himself with cold water.  That felt better.  Then he made his way back.  As he was passing the main door, there was another knock.  Dutifully he opened it.  A woman stood outside.  Leather jacket, jeans, and yes, thigh boots.  At the end of the path stood a red and black motorbike, at least a five hundred, with a crash helmet on the seat.
“Good afternoon, madam…”
“Oh, hello…  Are you Tim?”
“Yes madam.”
“I’m Maxine.  Connie’s expecting me.”
“Hi Max!” 
Connie had appeared.
“Come in, please.  Everyone else is here.  You came by bike.  How was the drive?”
“Hi Connie.  Great.  It’s a lovely day for it.  Your pageboy is very polite.  I can’t remember the last time anyone called me madam.  I don’t dress like a madam, do I?”
“Hardly.  And that’s a compliment.  Come on in and have a drink.” 

They made their way to the living room, and everyone exchanged greetings.  Bridget proudly showed Maxine the selfie she had taken.
“Oh, cute !  Can I get one?  Tim, can I have a selfie too?”
Tim smiled shyly.
“I’ll take that as a yes.  Come on, right here.  No, cuddle up, like you did with that flirty Bridget.  Be careful of her.  Babysnatching bitch!  Ooh, you smell nice.  Nothing quite like the smell of warm, scented latex.  There we go…  Now, let me see those sexy little hotpants…”
Connie laughed.  “You two should get on like a house on fire.  Tell him, Maxine.  Go on.”
“All right.  Well, Tim, sometimes when I go out on my bike, I don’t wear leathers.  I wear a black latex catsuit.  Heavy leather boots, leather gloves, and lovely, glossy, heavy duty latex.  True.  You should see the looks I get…”
Tim’s eyes widened.  He could just imagine…
“Yes,” said Bridget, “’specially when she parks up and goes for a burger or somethin’.  Bit of a exhibitionist, our Maxine…”
“She’s just jealous,” returned Maxine, with a mock sneer.   “You wait, Bridget.  I’ll get you in latex one day.  You’d look good in a catsuit.  You have the stature for it.  You can have red if you want – your favourite colour, right?”
“You buy me one like yours, an’ I’ll wear it, darlin’”
“Yeah?  Okay, deal!  Then I’ll have some fun with you, dear…”
“Tim…  There are empty glasses…”
“Yes, miss.”  He collected the glasses.  “I’ll wash them.  Does everyone want white?”
“For now.”
As soon as he was out of the room, Connie put her finger to her lips.
“Listen, ladies.  You saw his reaction to Maxine’s talking about her catsuit, right?  He’s really into that stuff, you know.  Robyn – you’ve all met my niece – told me all about what transpired when Serena Egerton turned up at the boys’ boot parlour in a latex catsuit and thigh boots.  The poor little pervs were beside themselves with excitement!  Shame you didn’t wear yours today, Maxine.”
“I didn’t realise…”
“I should have told you.  Anyway, the point is, Robyn has a friend – Kit, I think that’s her name – she’s like some sort of goth, or whatever they call themselves these days.  She goes around in all that kinky latex stuff.  Robyn was going to invite her to come here with her today.  I haven’t heard yet, but I hope she does bring her.  I’d love to see Tim’s reaction…”
Frieda laughed.  “Interesting!  Now I want to see this girl too…”
“Sounds like someone I’d like to have on my pillion…” remarked Maxine, thoughtfully.  “We could be a double act...”
“Robyn’s going to call me.  Shh.  He’s coming back.”  Tim appeared carrying a tray of drinks.  “Put them down here, please.  You can help yourself to soft drinks, Tim.  Then help me serve lunch.”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 360.

Back at ESDS, Serena was concerned.  That very morning, on the way back from Connie’s, she called in at Jenny’s house.  They were both in, and over tea and cakes she’d tried to explain that Tim would be out of touch for a while, that he was working for a private firm, that he was dealing with commercial secrets, and wasn’t allowed access to his phone.  But it had not satisfied Jenny.
“Why didn’t he call me and explain himself, then?”
“Well, we didn’t realise how stringent the rules were till we got there…”
Even Grace was disappointed.
“It doesn’t seem fair to take away people’s phones without warning.  They should at least give them the chance to explain to their friends, shouldn’t they?”
“So how long will it be till I hear from him?”
“Well, er…I’m not sure, Jenny…”
“It sounds really weird…  I need to speak to him…”
It would have been better for Tim or Serena to come clean with the whole truth right from the beginning.  Discovering he was a domestic – a servant – might have been humiliating for Tim, but Serena was sure Jenny would have thought none the less of him for it.  Now they had simply made Jenny suspicious.  She was wondering what he might be hiding from her.

Serena was inclined to spill the beans even now.  Or to speak to Connie and ask if she would allow him a phone call.  But that would be unprofessional.  So first she determined to consult her mother.  She explained the whole thing.  Cassandra frowned.
“Oh, dear.  Well, no, we can’t ask our client to start bending her rules.  That’s a red line.  Wait a minute…  Aren’t you friends with her niece?  What’s her name…?”
“Robyn.  Yes, sort of…”
They had known each other for years from Pitt’s Wood, but had never had a close friendship.  However, with the advent of ESDS, and Connie’s establishment as an important client, they had often come into contact with each other, Robyn relaying her aunt’s requirements and Serena tipping her off about newbie maids.  They had also exchanged gossip, and had developed a mutual respect for each other’s trustworthiness.
“Have a quiet word with her.  She might be able to help.”
“Brilliant idea, mum.  I’m gonna call her right now.”

She explained the whole thing.
“They’ve just got together, literally a couple of days ago.  They really hit it off.  Now Tim’s at your aunt’s for the next week or maybe two, and Jenny’s distraught.  All she needs is a reassuring call, really…”
“I’m going there this afternoon.  I’ll talk to her.  Normally she hates her maids or whatever wanting to chat to friends or family - or worst of all, girlfriends.  So don’t hold out any hopes.  I’ll let you know, anyway.”
“Thanks, Robyn.  That Tim…  He’s a babe magnet…  I was pestered by so many girls at that damn wedding.”
“You were?”
“Oh yes.  Did you see those four who came to the photo shoot?  They were guests.  And then there was that Esther Shilling, who latched onto him on the dancefloor…”
“Esther?  Did she?  I saw her there, but…”
“You know her?”
“Oh, yes.  So does my mum.  We know the family.  We lived next door to them when we moved here, before my mum got divorced.”
“It’s a small place.  Everyone seems to know everyone else.”
“Yeah.  Hmm…  Esther, eh?  You say she was keen on him…”
“Very.  Asked me all about him.  I didn’t tell her much…”
“Maybe I can use that…”
“Use it…?”
“Anyway, I’ll do my best with my mum.  I’ll call you if there’s any news.”
“Great!  Thanks so much, Robyn…  I owe you one…”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 361.

Connie had prepared lunch earlier, starting with a homemade soup.  Tim helped her get everything ready, and then she went and sat with her friends while he ladled it into bowls and prepared to serve it.  He was quite proud of his waitering abilities, having been well trained in the art by Margaret.  While they were waiting, Connie’s phone rang.
“It’s Robyn…”  She picked it up.  “Hi darling?  Everything okay?  She is?  Fantastic!  What’s she going to wear?  Okay.  How long?  An hour?  That’s perfect.  See you soon!”  She rang off.  “She’s sending me a piccy…  Ah…  Oh...my...god!  Look!”
There were gasps and giggles.
“That’s so cool!” cried Maxine.
“She so cute,” added Bridget.
“Tim’s gonna have a heart attack!” laughed Frieda.
“Better than that, if the Rose-Stim does what it’s supposed to,” remarked Connie, with a wink.  “Shouldn’t be long now.  It says on the tin, “stimulates and lubricates”.  He could disgrace himself big time…  I do hope so...”
“Shh, he’s on his way,” hissed Maxine.
Tim appeared from the kitchen carrying a tray of soups.  He was trying very hard to act cool, but at the same time being careful not to spill any.  He noticed the ladies were smiling broadly.  They seemed delighted about something.  Was his waitering really that impressive?  He lowered the tray till it was resting on the coffee table, and carefully transferred the bowls. 
“Nice job, Tim!”  Connie suddenly seemed a lot more friendly.  Even Frieda gave him a mischievous wink.
“I’ll bring more wine, shall I?”
“Yes please.  Some red for Frieda.”
“I’ll bring a fresh glass…”
“Be careful of the chocolate sauce…” quipped Connie.
“Chocolate sauce?  Why chocolate sauce?” asked Bridget.
“I’ll tell you later…”

Connie was being unwontedly playful.  Tim was slightly suspicious.  Did they have some prank in store for him?  No, he was being paranoid.  They’d probably been talking about what as asset he was.  Well, it was true.  When he put his mind to it he could be amazingly efficient, and he was always polite and personable.  Connie had seemed quite strict at first.  Maybe she was warming to him.  He determined to do everything possible to impress her.  With renewed confidence he served all the courses, took away the plates, dishes and cutlery and put them in the dishwasher, made sure not to spill anything, and kept the kitchen surfaces wiped clean.  He insisted on waiting till they had all finished, and he had served coffee, before he ate his own lunch in the kitchen.
“He’s quite the little treasure,” remarked Maxine.  “Sweet, polite and industrious.  Pity you can’t make him permanent.”
“I’d like to, but I don’t think the Egertons would be willing to part with him.  Unless he committed some awful offence and they fired him.  Then I’d snap him up.  Imagine what fun we could have with him!  I’ll tell you what I’d do.  I’d…”
But there was a knock at the door.
“That must be them!”  She raised her voice.  “Tim?  Have you finished your lunch?  Answer the door, there’s a dear…”
“Yes, miss!”
He scurried out of the kitchen, made his way to the front door, and threw it open.  Robyn…and…
His eyes nearly fell out.  His mouth opened, and stayed open.
“Hello Tim.  How’s it going?”
But he was staring at Robyn’s friend.  A girl not much older than he, with short ginger hair, black lipstick, wearing…well, a startling outfit of leather and latex, adorned with chains and steel symbols.
With an effort he pulled himself together.
“I-I…  I didn’t know you were c-coming…  I, er…  only just served lunch…”
He stood there as if paralysed.
“Aren’t you going to invite us it?” asked Robyn, with a smile.  “This is my friend Kit, by the way.  Kit, Tim.”
Kit acknowledged him with an amused nod of the head.  Tim flattened himself against the wall to let them enter.  As Kit passed by she smiled at him, a smile of interest and amusement.  She exuded the mingled scents of perfume, leather and latex.  He thought he might faint.  He felt his boyhood, which had been docile and even dormant up to this point, swell and twitch under its latex skin.  He gulped.  Please, no...  Why was it suddenly waking up, and why was the latex so slick?  Was it just the sight of this girl?  It was with a mixture of fascination and trepidation that he followed Kit’s svelte, glossy rear along the corridor towards the voices of the ladies, raised in slightly tipsy laughter.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 362.

As the girls entered the living room, there was a crescendo of greetings, followed by a hubbub of voices, questions, cries of admiration, exclamations of delight.  Tim slipped back into the kitchen, checked the dishwasher, and switched it on.  For whatever reason, he was feeling more and more aroused.  It couldn’t be just that fleeting sight of the girl.  What was her name?  Kim?  No, Kit.  Yes, Kit.  It was sort of cute.  Could have been a boy’s name.  Well, there was something boyish about her.  Slim, boyish body.  He peeped round the door to remind himself.  Oh, god…  She was too much.  She was the last thing he needed…  He wondered how long they would stay.  Probably just a fleeting visit.  Was he glad?  Or sorry?  Or just confused? 
He tried to think of other things.  He took another peep.  Robyn was introducing her to her aunt.  Connie looked as though she was eulogising about her outfit.  Then everyone was demanding a photo.  She demurred.  They gave her a glass of wine.  She sipped it shyly.  Bridget was begging her to pose for them. 
“I not…photogenic…  Just ordinary girl…”  An eastern European accent.  That somehow made her all the more interesting.  His heart was beating fast.  She was wearing a latex suit, a wide belt with a big buckle, lovely big clumpy boots.  Latex gloves as well…and the chains…
Tim felt he could hardly breathe.  Oh, now they had persuaded her.  Why couldn’t they leave her alone?  They had her standing by the French doors while they snapped away from every conceivable angle.  It was obvious she felt uncomfortable.  She was clearly shy, but felt she should oblige these seemingly important women.  She was a person, not their toy…  It reminded him of his photo shoot.  Everyone staring at his hotpants…  Now he was calling them hotpants  as well.  He needed to escape, or he would end up entrapped in this world of possessive middle-aged women.  He felt angry with them.  Privileged, conservative, narrow-minded, living in their own tiny bubble…
   
When they were done, Maxine engaged her in conversation.  Maxine wasn’t so bad.  At least a bit wild, a free spirit…  And she understood fetishism.  He could see they were discussing Kit's outfit like two people who understood the allure...

“And what are you up to, young man?”
It was Connie.
“Hiding behind the kitchen door like a peeping Tom?  Come out at once and say hello to Kit properly.  Come on.  She doesn’t bite…  Well, I don't think so, anyway...”