Butter for the Balls

Chapter Two

Chad Walkplease was a rake, so much so that the gardeners often mistook him for the common gardening tool. He had been around the country, galavanting his Lincoln Log across bars and brothels to the closest women possible. He had been with women with odd kinks, married women, and older women, just to say a few. But, even though he could wet his dick easily, he didn't know how to wet his heart. He had never learned how! Now, he was feeling immense pressure from his father to acquire a wife, one that wants to bear children, and actually stick around to raise them for him!

For the past two years, Chad had been changing his ways, refraining from going to brothels and bedding a different woman every night in hopes of finding his perfect woman. He had courted a few ladies, but all of them left him in the end. He had no one else to turn to! It was a nightmare, and at this point he had lost all hope. In order to get his mind off of his troubles with love, he delved into planning the Ball. Usually he wouldn't get wrapped up in this sort of thing, but he had no other obligations other than to tend to his father and relieve himself every so often (he was always horny).

He was just about to have one of the maids fetch Hugh Mungus, the castle cook, but decided to travel down there himself since he had nothing else better to do. Getting up from his desk, Chad made his way through the hallways and corridors, to the ground floor, where there were a few rooms designated for the maids, the washroom, and the kitchen. There were three people in the kitchen already, two maids and the butter churner from the city Chad had hired just a few months ago. They had seen eachother in passing a few times, but he had yet to have any substantial conversation with her. Her wavy blonde hair was tied into a messy low bun and strands of hair escaped as she moved above the wooden bowl, her face contorted in concentration. She sat in a modest outfit, dress-thing, Chad assumed it was meant for those who worked in the kitchen. He just wished he could see her breasts. When she looked up, Chad could see the musky grey eyes underneath long dark lashes.

"Hello," she said. Chad remembered he was staring and quickly looked down at his shoes and anywhere but her face. "Can I help you?"

"I just came down to see Hugh, have you seen him?" He casually walked around the kitchen briefly and stopped next to the girl.

"I did earlier this morning. I believe he is at the market with a few of the maids, purchasing ingredients for the Ball. It's right around the corner, and we need to start making some of these dishes, some take multiple nights to cure properly. I would be happy to send a message to him, though."

Chad nodded, and then shook his head. "I didn't need him for anything urgent, I could just come down later when he has returned."

"Why don't I help you out instead? I'm sure I could be of service. I know the ins and outs of the kitchen and the staff, and I'm more than willing to help. And God knows I have the time as well. There's only so much butter we need."

"Well, actually. I was thinking... " Something that he rarely does, "... that maybe we should have a centerpiece, along with the cakes, puddings, and other desserts. Something grand, and never done before. I want this Ball to be the biggest we have ever seen."

"Hugh Mungus was saying that earlier as well. But I don't think Mr. Mungus has been to enough Balls to actually judge correctly. What were your ideas for the centerpiece?" The girl stood up, wiping her hands on her apron and stepping closer.

"I was thinking of something like an ice sculpture, or a grand piece of furniture." With the latter comment, she frowned.

"Furniture? Like a chair?"

"Oh, I don't know. Like a fountain?"

"Too heavy," she said.

"A dead carcass?"

"Who's carcass?"

"Does it matter?" Chad chided, exhilarated from talking to another woman for so long. "An animal carcass perhaps."

"It's unfortunate it can't be mine. I believe I'll want to be dead after trying to find a satisfactory centerpiece by the time we are done!"

"I know it's short timing, but I am sure we could think of something."

She paused, "Yes, I'm sure." And then a long silence followed.

"What's your name?" Chad asked, already guessing what it could be: Leigh? Ralf? Brombar? Hellra?

"Adriannadrinalin Sasquatch." She said with a curtsey and a wink, "But you can call me Adrianna."

"Chad Regent Riggs Walkplease at your service." Chad twirled his wrist, offering his hand to Adrianna as he sank into a deeply exaggerated bow. To his surprise, Adrianna took his hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. With that contact of skin he could see her in the future, tending to his kids. Also, he was undressing her with his eyes, and in the most obvious way possible. "I see you are churning butter?"

That was the lamest comment he could have said. It was a mere observation that he simply posed as a question. What was there to say about butter? How could she respond to that with the vigor that he wanted?

"Oh yes!" She said, her face lighting up as quickly as a spark. "I love churning butter."

Oh, Lord. This girl was being serious.

"I can see that," he chuckled.

"It's my true love, I swear. I just spend day and night churning butter. It helps me gain some arm muscle, and it keeps me preoccupied so that I don't get too lost in my thoughts. While at the same time I am so good, I don't have to focus on it at all. It's both therapeutic and mindless work."
"Sounds great!" He wasn't sure why he cared, but he did. About this silly little girl who liked butter.

"Wait!" She exclaimed, her eyes wide and hands raised, "I have the best idea!"

"Yes?" Chad quirked a smile and waited impatiently.

"What if," she paused for dramatic effect, "I made a sculpture out of butter for the centerpiece?"