Page 107 of Brie's Submission
The three assistants quickly exited just before the doorbell rang.
It starts…
The Dom came out of what Brie assumed was his study and answered the door. A flow of guests quickly filled the apartment with their gentlemanly voices. Just hearing them sent Brie’s body trembling, and she had to force herself to breathe slowly in the manner Tono had taught her. The men eventually made their way towards the girls and one last nervous sigh escaped Brie’s lips before they entered the room.
The men treated the three naked girls as if they were a natural part of the decor. They talked business deals and discussed the upcoming national election. Brie heard their Dom offer the men drinks and knew that Mary was now the center of attention.
Brie listened intently to the conversations floating about. She couldn’t resist.A girl could learn a lot from these influential men…
Just when she was getting used to being a part of the scenery, one of the men moved over to the table and lightly brushed his hand against her nipple as he picked up a cracker. He then spooned caviar onto it. She felt an electrical jolt and blinked several times in response.Damn!This is going to be harder than I thought.
As soon as he’d served himself, the table was surrounded by men who touched her casually as they partook of the expensive fish eggs. She desperately stared at the ceiling, reminding herself that she was an inanimate object that could not move, could not respond in any way to what was happening.
“Nice centerpiece, Sebastian,” she heard.
Her Dom replied, “Yes, I agree. You’ll never guess what it’s called.”
“Do tell.”
“Brie.”
There was a deep chuckle, and then Brie felt a hand rove over her thigh to her sweet spot. A finger penetrated her vagina and it took everything in her to remain completely still as the finger swirled around and then withdrew. She heard the distinct sound of sucking, and the guest said with a tone of amusement, “I think I will have to sample some of this Brie later.”
“I’ll make sure to set it aside for you.”
Her loins contracted in pleasure at the statement. Brie did not understand why being treated in this way was such a turn-on, but there was no doubt the table she was lying on would show evidence of her arousal when she was finally allowed to move.
Brie heard comments from several of the men about the lovely statue. Someone must have touched Lea, because Brie heard her gasp softly.
“Am I mistaken, or did I hear something?” one of the gentlemen asked.
Their Dom replied nonchalantly, “Oh, didn’t I tell you? I had this one installed with a voice box. Adds to the realism of the piece.”
“I see… I can’t say I agree,” the man replied before moving off.
Brie felt bad for Lea. Failing in a practicum was never pleasant and she desperately wished she could share a joke to lighten Lea’s spirit.
Brie had first thought she had been given the easiest assignment, but that simply was not the case. She struggled to stare at the ceiling while the light, incidental touches of the many men in attendance teased and aroused her.
Late into the evening, the apartment finally cleared out. “Why don’t we move to the study for a smoke?” their Dom suggested to the last remaining guest.
“Why not?”
Brie recognized the voice and quivered. She was about to be tasted by the man who had sampled her.
Two of the assistants came into the room. Brie was cleaned off and then told to stand. With quick movements, the blonde deftly cleared the table and told Brie to lie back down.
Brie took a quick peek and saw poor Lea standing there, still in her statuesque form, completely ignored by the assistants. Mary had been cleaned off as well, but was still on all fours.
The helpers made themselves scarce when the door of the study opened. Brie hadn’t been given any further instructions so she stared at the ceiling and waited.
“Ah, Sebastian, I see the Brie is ready for sampling.”
“But of course.”
Brie glanced briefly at her partner without being noticed. His sideburns, peppered with gray, contrasted charmingly with his black hair, giving him a distinguished look. He noticed her staring into his pale green eyes and did not smile when he told her, “I like vocal cheese.”
It took her a second to realize he was making a joke. She looked back up at the ceiling and then squealed when he pulled her ass to the edge of the table and descended between her legs. He dragged his tongue against her sex, making her moan in delight.
