“Hey girl what’s up?” She purred as she pushed my head away from her thighs, swung her legs off the bed, and stood up. It was another of her quirks. She had to pace while she talked on the phone. I reluctantly sat up and watched as she spoke with the person I hated most in the world. I had no idea who it was, or what they wanted, but whoever it was, had cock-blocked me. I sat there annoyed and listened to her side of the conversation.
“OH, shit! That sucks!”
“Of course, he can do that.”
“We’ll stop at the store, it’s on our way.”
“Be there ASAP.”
“Love you too. See you soon babe.”
She put her phone down and looked at me, “The caterer was in an accident, the food for the party is strewn all over the interstate. Ella remembered you’re a chef and asked if you’d be willing to cook lunch. She already gave her kitchen staff the day off. There’s no one else. She called Publix and ordered the food. She said add anything else you’ll need. I told her we’d pick it up since it’s on our way and you have that big ass truck. I hope you don’t mind. I’ll make it up to you tonight.”
I hid my disappointment. Between finals, the state test, and some shit at my job, we hadn’t had time to be a married couple in almost two months. “No worries, babe,” I lied. “I guess we gotta go soon huh?”
“She looked at the clock on her nightstand. The order won’t be ready for another forty-five minutes. We have time to shower and pack our swim gear before we head out.” I got out of bed and looked down at my still-hard cock. Brooke leaned forward and kissed it, which made me moan in delight. “If you do a good job today, I’ll give you a special treat tonight.” She swiped her tongue over the slit in the crown. My knees buckled and I grabbed the bed to stop myself from falling.
I went into our bathroom and jumped into a cold shower to ease my swelling while Brooke packed everything she thought she might need. After my shower, I pulled on my swimwear. I threw some things in a daypack and went to the kitchen and grabbed my favorite apron, my knives, and a few of my special homemade seasonings and sauces.
By the time I had all my cooking gear ready, Brooke finished her makeup. She wore a thin sundress that buttoned up the front. Only four buttons held the dress closed. She left the rest undone. The effect was erotic, to say the least. When she walked her left leg came out of the slit and you could almost see the entire leg. If you were lucky enough to be in the right spot, you would see her hip. Her long tan legs would catch many eyes as we shopped, and the top was so loose that if she bent over her valley would not be hidden at all.
Anyone facing her as she walked would be able to see her bikini bottoms. I ogled her for several seconds and felt proud she was my woman. I loved when people leered at her. It gave me a thrill. There was a small green-eyed monster that fought for control. It whispered that she was mine, and no one should see that much of her body.
“Is that appropriate,” I asked as I wiped some drool off my chin.
Brooke glanced at my crotch. “You like it. Besides, it’s a pool party.” She said that last bit like I was a moron. “I put this on over my bikini because I didn’t think it was appropriate to go shopping in a swimsuit. This’ll be easy to strip off when we get there.”
My cock throbbed at the word strip, as my imagination pictured her naked in front of her classmates. For some reason, that image was a huge turn-on. She stood up and lightly kissed me, then took my hand and led me to our car.
There was a chill in the air, so when I started the car, I turned on the heat. The radio announced that it was “64°, mostly sunny, with a high of 81°, with a forty percent chance of thunderstorms later in the afternoon. I knew that meant the pool water would be chilly. I wasn’t sure I wanted to risk hypothermia and doubted I would get in the water.
We were treated to a gorgeous sunrise and no traffic. When we got to Publix, they were still unlocking the doors. The senior citizens that waited with us kept giving Brooke the side-eye. As we entered, two guys had a hard time getting a cart from the corral. I swear they had to give themselves whiplash as Brooke walked past them.
We got the food, and I added a few things I needed. We loaded it all in my car and drove to Ella’s mansion. When I say mansion, I mean a twenty-bedroom, thirty-five bathroom, fifteen-thousand square foot three-story home. It sat on fifteen acres with a four horse stable, two tennis courts, an Olympic-size pool, and of course, the outdoor kitchen. That kitchen had better quality appliances than the three-star Michelin restaurants I trained in. Some of the equipment had never been used.
Their pool house was bigger than any four houses I had ever been in, combined. I drove up the long winding driveway until a domestic stopped me. “I’m Randy. I have the food for Ella’s party.”
“Park next to the carriage house. I will have the food brought to you.”
“Thank you.” I parked, and we got out of my truck. I slung my daypack over my shoulder, grabbed our beach chairs and two of Brookes bags. She took her other two, and we walked the quarter mile to the outdoor kitchen. When we arrived, I put everything down on the picnic table and looked around to re-familiarize myself with the layout.
As Brooke and I set up the prep area, Ella ran over. Her oversized fake tits barely moved even though her bikini top looked more like a spider web than clothing. The only part of her breasts I couldn’t see was the nipples. Her pale pink areolas stood out against her pale white skin.
I shook my head as she hugged Brooke and gushed, “OMG. U r a lifesaver.” I groaned at her butchering of the American language. “I need ur help with the booz.” She grabbed Brooke’s hand and led her away.
“Well hello, Ella. So nice to see you. No, I don’t mind working for free, so you don’t look bad in front of your groupies. It’s not like it’s my job or anything, or that this is my first day off in three weeks,” I muttered to myself as they flounced away hand in hand.
First, I got the smoker going for the chicken thighs and then started to make the dry rub for them. Once that was done, I poured the marinade for the steaks into a large baking dish. As I finished the little I could do, the house staff brought me the food. I got the steaks marinating, put the dry rub on the chicken thighs. I chopped vegetables for the salad and carved a watermelon into a shark, the school mascot. Once it was carved, I used a melon baller to scoop out the interior flesh for the fruit salad. I kept working as other guests arrived and were greeted by Ella and Brooke. They were typical trust fund assholes, who ignored ‘the help’ until they needed something.
Six or eight guys arrived all at once with the redhead from last night. I thought I recognized a few of the guys too. Distance made it hard to be sure. The new arrivals surrounded Brooke and they tugged on her sundress. I couldn’t hear the conversation, but it wasn’t hard to guess. They wanted her to strip to her bathing suit.