"I'm gonna go answer that, wait here." I nod and sit where I am. I look over the corner to see who is at the door, a girl? Oh for the party! I get up off the counter and get dinner prepared. Master comes back with the girl who is really pretty. She has red hair, painted nails, and dark red lips. "Beth, this is Bethany." he smiles at me and her. "Hi, I'm Beth." is all I can manage to say. "Hi." Bethany says to me, then moves back to Master. "So where would you like me?" she smiles at him, oh I know what she's doing! "Right there on the couch, I'll be there in a minute." Master points to the couch and Bethany goes to sit down. She turns and winks at me, so that Master can't see. I glare at her.
"So how many people are coming Sir?" I ask, as I put the chicken in the oven. "A lot, that's why I'm hoping you made enough food." he frowns. "I made enough, so is it like family coming over? Or just friends?" I ask. "Its friends. Why do need to know?" his frown grows bigger. "I just wanna know, that all." There is another knock on the door and he goes to answer it. Two men step into the living room, and fuck they are hot! One of them looks like their in their early twenties, and the other one in his early thirties. They both see me and wave, I wave back to them. Master comes to me, leaving the two men at the door. "So do I have to introduce you to everyone that walks in the door or what?" he says blankly. "No, that slut over there was enough." I glare at her again so that she can't see me. "Okay." Master looks a little disappointed, but I don't really care.
I start to mix the mashed potatoes, and put the fries in the oven. When the chicken is done I put barbecue sauce on half of the chicken legs and the other half blank. "That smells good." the man in his twenties says to me. I smile at him, "Thank you?" I tilt my head. "My name is George, nice to meet you Beth." I blink at him. "Well, thank you George." I say. When I look at George noticing that he's looking at me, I feel uncomfortable. "So what do you like to do for fun?" I ask after a long awkward silence. "The same thing your man likes to do." he smiles wickedly. My Master? He likes to have sex too! Do these guys got any kind of imagination? "Oh... Well.... Okay." I stutter. He makes a confused look at me. "How long have you been with him?" George asks. "About a week." I look at the beans that I've been stirring for about five minutes. "Oh." he nods his head then leaves the kitchen. Thank God he's gone! I could not stand the way that guy looked at me.
"The food is all set." I tell Master when he enters the kitchen. "Holy shit, it looks delicious!" he gasps. I giggle at his reaction. "So how many people are here right now?" I ask. "I don't know, but I do know it a lot. And this is a lot of food." he shrugs. "I'm gonna try and get drunk tonight." I say randomly. He shoots a look at me, "What? Why?" he looks so funny right now. "Why not?" I ask innocently. "Okay, but don't get too drunk." he warns, I roll my eyes at him and right now I really don't care. "You rolled your eye's." he warns again. "Yes I did." I wink. He rolls his eye's at me this time and I giggle again. "Oh I love it when you make that sound, but not as much as I like it when you moan." he smiles. Oh you really are a dominant! "You look really nice in that dress you know." he smirks. "That must be why George kept looking at me like that then." I roll my eyes at the thought. "I don't blame him." he pulls me in his arms and kisses my head. "Can I ask you something?" I ask. He shrugs, "You just did, but go ahead." I feel his smile on me. "How many girl stayed with you? Like... girls like me?" I ask, the question has been bothering me forever. He lets go of me and frowns. "Why do you need to know?" he asks. "Its just a question that's been bothering me." I shrug. He looks down at his fingers and then back at me. "Only three, and you've lasted longer than any other girl has." he sounds disappointed. "Well, I'm happy to tell you this, I ain't goin anywhere." I smile at him. "Promise?" he asks, but doesn't look at me. "I promise." I assure him. I kiss him, then hug him, and he doesn't argue. "My turn to ask you something," he pulls back from the hug, "How many boyfriends have you had?" Whoa! That's umm... "None, your the first. Well, your more of a master than a boyfriend." I shrug. He laughs a little. "Okay, well come out here with me and meet some more people." and if course he's not really asking.
