Megan picked up the pile of cloth at her feet and put on the new “outfit” that Mirta had made for her; a bikini bottom with a long “loincloth” front and back and a tight matching top like a sleeveless shirt that completely covered her breasts except for a swelling that dropped out from the bottom. It practically begged to be pushed up.
“You look like… well you look good,” Ashly said.
“You all need to get dressed, too,” Megan replied. “Hurry.”
She picked up the pots, nodding at Karie and Ashly and practically ran out the door.
She dropped the pots in Paul’s room and then ran back to the office, getting the synopsis of all the accounts that she had prepared. She knew that Christel usually covered them with Paul but that had to stop soon, too. There were too many inconsistencies that Christel, bless her black stupid heart, wouldn’t know how to explain.
She piled the reports by the pillows and then assumed a modest position and waited. Before Paul got there Mirta came in with the platter of food and Amber. As Mirta left, she settled Amber in place, positioned the tray of food and wine, with the addition of a carafe of water, which was smart thinking on Mirta’s part, and settled down to wait again. She had barely had time to rearrange the pillows when she heard a murmur from the main room and the door opened up. She could see that the girls were all in their finest and as Paul came in the room she imperceptibly waved at Velva not to follow him in. The girl looked nonplussed but closed the door behind her.
“Megan,” Paul said, weakly, “this is all quite unnecessary…”
“Hush,” Megan said, standing up and unbelting his robe. “Lie down.”
“Megan,” he said, looking at the other two girls.
“Have you bedded each of us?” Megan said, pushing him down.
“Well… yes… but…”
“Hush,” she replied. “No talk. No work talk, no talk at all.”
She rolled him over on his stomach and positioned Shanea and Amber on either side.
“Like this,” she said, taking up a fingerful of the massage cream and dabbing it on his upper arm. She took Amber’s hands and pushed the thumbs into the muscle, working down the arm. “Slowly and firmly, all the way down the arm. You understand? Don’t pinch.”
“Down the arm,” Amber said with a nod, pressing into the flesh of his triceps. “Don’t pinch.”
“Shanea, you do the other arm,” Megan said, rubbing the cream into his back, then beginning to massage.
“Oh that feels good,” Paul murmured.
“You need to take better care of yourself, Paul Bowman,” Megan replied, pressing into his muscles. They were firm from work but he was so skinny. “What happens to us if you die?”
“I won’t die,” Paul said, starting to push up.
“Don’t you dare get up,” Megan said, sternly. “We’ve barely gotten started.”
She worked his back as the other girls worked on his arms and shoulders, then the three of them worked down his legs. As they massaged he began to relax and at one point gave a faint snore. He started at that and began to rise.
“And you haven’t been getting enough sleep apparently,” Megan said, pushing him back down. By then they’d worked most of the way down his legs and she pushed on him to roll over. She began massaging his pectorals and nodded downward at Shanea.
Shanea looked at her with a happy grin and slid downward, taking him in her mouth.
“Megan!” he said, his eyes flying open and his arms coming up.
“No, Shanea,” Megan grinned. “Now lie there and enjoy.”
“This isn’t right,” Paul said, lying back anyway. “People are starving and…”
“And if you die, who will care about them?” Megan asked. “Chansa? Celine?”
“You have a point,” Paul admitted.
She slid over and propped his head in her lap, then gestured at the platter. Amber had to think about it for a moment but then her eyes lit up and she slid the platter over, taking a plum from it and offering it to Paul.
Megan picked up a loaf of bread, still warm from the ovens, and broke off a piece. As soon as Paul was finished with the plum she handed him the bread and he tore into that as if he were starving.
“Softly,” she said. “Slowly. You need to build your strength back up. And I’ll tell you something, Paul Bowman, you are not leaving this… building until you are looking better than when you came in. And you had better be back soon for more pampering.”
“This isn’t right,” Paul muttered, but he also didn’t try to rise.
“My neck’s getting tired,” Shanea admitted. “You never give me enough practice at this, Paul.”
“See?” Megan said, trying not to either laugh or cry. “You’ve been neglecting Shanea shamelessly, forcing her to lose the best of her arts.”
“Oral sex does not get babies made,” Paul pointed out.
“Babies won’t get made, or have a protector, if you don’t take care of yourself,” Megan said, ruthlessly. “Amber, can you remember…?” She pointed to where Shanea was idly stroking at his member.
“Yes,” Amber said, moving down to replace the other girl. As she started, Paul groaned and reached out a hand to her.
“Amber,” he said, sadly. “Of all the things I’ve done, I feel the worst about you.”
Worse than throwing the world into barbarism? Megan thought, surprised at the sudden intensity of her anger.
“I think she’s probably happier this way,” was all she said. She picked up another piece of bread as Shanea snuggled into his side.
“Sometimes the caged nightingale won’t sing,” Paul murmured stroking the hair of the woman who was fellating him. “Did you know she was a… friend before the Fall?”
“Like Christel?” Megan asked, neutrally.
“Yes, I care for our daughter as well. But Amber could not adjust to the confinement I had to impose on her.” He looked up and back at Megan. “You seem to have adjusted well.”
That’s because I’m working on the key to the lock at this very moment.
“Some people can’t handle change,” she replied, picking up another piece of bread and feeding it to him. Shanea had slipped out of her top and was now lightly licking his chest, and he groaned again.
“Amber,” he said, breathlessly.
The suit Mirta had made for the brain-drained girl covered her almost entirely, somewhat like a jumpsuit. But it was made of nearly transparent material that shifted in color and opaqueness as the light hit it, hiding and revealing in apparent randomness. It also had well-placed buttons and ties, and Amber obediently opened up the bottoms and mounted Paul.
He groaned again as she began to stroke and then came quickly.
“This is all too much,” Paul said as Amber lifted herself off. Shanea picked up a cloth and wiped him clean, then ensured the job by lowering herself onto him again, working the area with her tongue, her head moving like a cat.
“This is all too much,” Paul murmured again, then his head lay heavy in her lap.
Shanea looked up with an unhappy expression when she heard the snore.
“Stay here with him,” Megan said, slipping his head off her lap and deftly sliding a pillow under it. “When he wakes up, send Amber to me and give him whatever he needs. No, let me make that clearer, when he wakes up, make sure he comes again, one way or another. But send Amber to me first.”
She picked up the platter and stood up, walking to the door. It was only when she was through it that she realized she was the only one in the room who hadn’t gotten involved in one form of sex or another and she was horrified to find herself regretting it.