HIRED HELP
Chapter 28
Richard carefully closed her purse, but did not snap it. He
took off his top hat and put it on the floor in front of him, and put
his white gloves inside of it. Afterwards, he put one arm around her
and leaned back in his chair. "What a wonderful show this will be."
"So," said the woman on Jennifer's side. "Have you heard
anything about the show?"
Jennifer was about to reply, when she remembered that she was
effectively gagged. She just shook her head and hoped that the woman
would not try to engage her in more conversation.
"This show was hot years ago," the woman said. "I think Tim
Rice wrote it, if my memory serves me right," rambled the woman.
"Have you seen anything else of his?" she asked.
Jennifer shook her head again. "Sorry to be rude. My name is
Judy. Yours?" she asked.
How do I answer *that* with a headshake? Jennifer thought. She
looked at Richard with imploring eyes.
"I'm Richard, and this is Jennifer," he said. Jennifer sighed
in relief through her nose. "I think that the show is about to
start."
Judy nodded and looked at the stage. Sure enough, the lights
started to darken. When the theater was nearly black, she felt
Richard's hand snake over to her purse and take something out of it.
Her eyes had not yet adjusted, so she was not sure what he had taken.
Jennifer felt his arm snake through the slit in her dress. She
felt something rubbery pressing against her wet vagina. Richard did
not try to push it into her, but simly rubbed it against the outer
lips and ran it through her pubic hair.
A spotlight illuminated the stage and followed an actor as he
walked to the center of the stage. She heard him give an
introduction about the musical, but the motions inside of her dress
were driving her to distraction. There's wall to wall people here!
Jennifer thought. I don't believe I'm here, doing this!
Richard slowly twisted the rubber phallus, and started to work
it between her legs. Even with Jennifer straining to spread her
legs, the restraints kept her thighs almost touching. Richard was
able to make only slow progress towards his goal.
The narrator finished his speech, and the spotlight went out.
Jennifer wriggled and slid down in her chair. She would have
slouched if the extremely tight corset would not have held her torso
rigid. This twist made her pussy somewhat more acessible, and she
could feel the dildo slowly working its way inside of her.
Jennifer found herself breathing very quickly. The sound of her
breath through her nose was louder than she would have liked.
Jennifer prayed that their neighbors would not notice the shenanigans
taking place next to them.
The stage was lit now only with two spotlights. A man and a
woman came on stage, dressed in relatively modern attire. After a
bit of dialog, they started to sing a slow duet.
To Jennifer, the action on the stage was as important as
background music in a grocery store. The seats in the audience were
still in almost complete darkness, and Richard continued to worm the
phallus inside of her. Jennifer's excitement continued to build as
he pushed it further and further inside of her.
As the duet ended, Richard had pushed the dildo as far as it
would go inside of her. She could feel his fingers tickling her
pubic hair, coming close to her clitoris...
The spotlights went out. The arm that had been around Jennifer
now moved as he still toyed around inside of her. She felt him open
up her purse and take out something else.
The whole stage seemed to light up, and the first few rows were
suddenly awash with light. Richard calmly pulled his arm out of her
dress. Jennifer looked around quickly. Judy, the woman next to her,
seemed to be oblivious to it, and her attention was focused on the
stage. However, the man on Richard's side was giving the two of them
a long, hard look.
The props on stage had been changed to resemble a small town in
winter. The stage filled with two dozen performers dressed in their
winter finery. After a few minutes of dialog, the performers started
in on a meandering, multipart song.
Not wanting to attract attention, Jennifer pushed herself back
into her seat. The dildo was still inside of her, and was not in any
hurry to leave. Jennifer twisted her hips and thrusted ever so
slightly, but that could not bring her any closer to a conclusion.
Jennifer moaned softly and looked over to Richard. He was
staring intently at the stage, with a smile on his face. His hands
were folded together on his lap, hiding something that she could only
see the barest bit of. She wanted to ask to leave *now*! She was so
hot... both sexually and physically. She could tell that sweat was
building up in the rubber that she wore under the dress. But with
the concealed gag in her mouth, there was no way for her to voice her
desire.
Finally, the number was done. The performers filed off stage,
and the lights slowly dimmed. Just as darkness came over the
theater, Richard's hand was again under her dress. Something round
and hard slid against her rubber covered flesh. She was thrilled
when she felt it sliding towards her wet and ready pussy.
Richard pushed it inside her, above the dildo. To Jennifer, it
felt like a small hard egg had been pushed inside of her. He had to
work it inside of her, and Jennifer again slid down in her seat to
aide him. The egg was now nestled in between her labia lips, above
the dildo. It was ever so close to her waiting clitoris. She felt
some sort of wire coming out from it, leading out through the slit in
her dress.
The lights slowly returned, this time with three spotlights on
the stage. Jennifer did not even try to keep her attention on the
stage. Instead, she looked down and tried to see what Richard had
done.
A thin black wire now led out from her dress and went to a small
box that was in Richard's hand. He was looking at her with a smile
on his face. As the orchestra started and the three performers
started to sing, he pushed one of the buttons on the control.
The egg inside of her woke up and buzzed inside of her. It was
for less than a second, but it was enough to make Jennifer spasm in
surprise. Her legs shot out, and she tried to grap the handrests of
the chair. The restrains of the pursestrap held, but the motion of
her secretly bound legs was visible. Out of the corner of her eye,
she could see that Judy was looking at her. As the vibrations died,
she looked at the stage, carefully lowered her legs, and worked her
way back into her chair.
Every time that the music hit a particularly loud volume,
Richard would make the egg inside of her vibrate for a few seconds.
There was never enough to get close to an orgasm, but always enough
to keep her aching for more.
Eventually, the song ended, and the lights died once again.
Jennifer wriggled in her seat, trying to move the dildo and the egg
around within her. With her legs restrained together, the vibrations
had felt so intense within her that she was sure that it would take
less than thirty seconds for her to orgasm. Richard had never come
close to allowing her that long of a period of stimulation.
The next number, involving a half dozen actors, was more of the
same for Jennifer. A sudden pause in the song caught Richard
unaware. Before he could switch it off, there was a second of
silence that was filled only with the sound of the vibrating egg
concealed withing Jennifer's outfit.
Judy looked at her sharply as Richard turned it off. She looked
like she was about to say something, then the song suddenly resumed.
The young man seated next to Richard also looked over. Jennifer
could not be sure, but she thought that she saw a smile on his face.
Richard was more cautious for the rest of the song. He sent
only brief second-long pulses of electricity into the egg, sending
Jennifer into another spasm of frustration.
The song ended, and the full lighting returned to the theather.
Intermission! thought Jennifer. People slowly started to get up and
head for the lobby.
Richard concealed the controls by tucking them inside of her
dress. She could feel the control box rolling around loose inside
the shiny black satin.
Judy was very quick to leave her seat. The man on Richard's
side stayed in place as his female companion left her seat and headed
for the door.
I won't make it through two more acts! Jennifer thought to
herself. I'll be moaning and trying to scream by halfway through the
second! With no other way to communicate her desire, she carefully
moved her balance forward and tried to stand up.
Jennifer made it only a few inches out of her seat, but Richard
saw her attempt. "Need to stretch your legs?" he said with a smile
on his face.
Stretch my legs now? she thought, rolling her eyes. Richard
stood up and helped her get to her feet. The man seated next to
Richard had his eyes locked onto her prominent breasts and tiny waist
in the form fitting black satin dress.
As Jennifer took tiny steps forward, she felt a tugging in her
vagina. Oh god! The egg is still in there, and the controls are
swinging free! She tried to clench her legs together, but that did
little good. Just after they passed in front of the man, she felt it
pop loose from her. There was an audible 'thunk' as the device hit
the floor.
Richard seemed oblivious to it, and Jennifer had no way to
communicate her problem to him. She continued on, with her cheeks
turning red. As she made it a few seats down, she looked back and
saw that the man had picked up the wet black plastic egg and control
box. He started to say something, and halfway made it to his feet.
But then , after he took a closer look at it, he sat back down, and
carefully bundled up the sex toy. It looked like his cheeks were
turning red, too, but there was a mischevious smile on his face.
Richard apparently saw that too, but didn't say anyting about
it. Jennifer slowly made her way up the aisle, with the dildo
wriggling around inside of her. By the time that they had almost
entered the lobby, she thougth that she could feel that starting to
slide out as well.
Richard guided her to the ladies's room, but Jennifer shook her
head. It's not like I could do anything in there! she thought to
herself. Instead, she used her nose to point towards the main exit.
"Need a breath of fresh air?" he asked. Jennifer nodded
emphatically. He guided her out towards the door, and she could feel
the dildo sliding out with each step.
Somehow, she managed to clench tight enough to keep it inside of
her while they were in the lobby. Richard held the door open for
her, and allowed her to take tiny hobbled stepps through the doorway
in her seven inch heeled shoes. Her feet were again starting to
bother her. As Richard closed the door behind her, she felt the
dildo drop free and hit the pavement below.
The sun had nearly set, and Richard did not seem to notice the
fallen sex toy. Jennifer headed along the sidewalk, and tried to
talk through her gag.
"I hate to break the mood and take off your stylish hat. Have
you had enough fresh air yet?" he asked. Jennifer shook her head.
"It will take us awhile to get back into the theater. We really have
to leave now to make it to our seats by the start of the second act.
Jennifer shook her head again. "What is it?" he asked. "Don't
you want to see the rest of the show?"
Jennifer shook her head, emphatically, then moaned and wriggled
up next to him. She thrust her hips against him as best she could in
her restraints.
"Ah! You are in a mood for something more... romantic?" he
asked. She nodded and grunted in assention. "If you insist, my
love," he said. "But our ride will not arrive for another hour and a
half. If we don't go back in, we will have to amuse ourselves in
other ways."
Jennifer nodded again. Slowly, a part of her realized what he
had said, what he had called her.
He had said 'my love'. Jennifer nearly lost her balance in her
seven inch heels and hobbled ankles as the implications of that that
sank in.
