The Manor: Bath & Wardrobe -  Tascha is bathed & dressed. (ch. 4) By BradentonLarry.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Tascha was reveling in the afterglow of several intense orgasms and the unusual feeling of being well and truly fucked. The beautiful Ilsa was hovering over her with that statuesque body; all soft, curvy and fit in just the right ways and places; kissing and licking; licking the Player’s cum off Tascha’s body! Tascha knew that sooner or later she would be shocked at her behavior and how much she had enjoyed every bit of it. From sucking that ridiculously big dick, to having it inside her, and then feeling all that hot, sticky cum splattering all over her body; she had loved all of it.  Then there was her sudden mania for the taste of cum. When she had taken the cum from Natalia’s thigh and slurped it down, she had been acting on a whim, born half of the desire to tease Don and half from curiosity spawned by seeing Ilsa and the mysterious woman in the hallway both of whom had clearly enjoyed the stuff, but she had been surprised to find that she liked it; a lot. Of course, she had tasted cum before, but it had never been particularly appealing, and at least once nasty. Don’s cum, mixed with Natalia’s juices, was surprisingly tasty, both salty and a little sweet.  The Player’s was similar, though a bit sweeter even. Plus, it felt so wonderfully decadent to scoop the stuff up off herself and enjoy its thick texture in her mouth and sliding down her throat. As she ran her hands over Ilsa’s wonderful curves, Tascha also thought back to how willing she was to let the Player have his way with her. More than that, she had happily gotten to her knees for him; hardly typical behavior for her! Something about the fact that the Player had had to earn the right to her favors, in a very physical and competitive way, made it not only alright to give herself up so willingly, but even fun, as if kneeling there, sucking his cock, and fucking him were all part of the game; the most fun part of a game she had enjoyed very much. It also didn’t hurt that all of the men (except Igor) had seemed focused on hitting her to the exclusion of the other women.  Normally, she didn’t like being pursued so directly, particularly by men, but there was something about the good-natured and open spirit of the game that had made it all OK. She had agreed to play, knowing the stakes, and had made them work very hard to win. She was glad that it was either the Player or Don who had gotten her finally, but she was sure she would have been happy to submit to whoever tagged her. Those were the rules, after all. Ilsa’s sweet lips and tongue had made their way down to Tascha’s lower belly, and Tascha was sure the blonde would soon move even lower. She turned her head to the side, kissed Ilsa’s thigh, and parted her legs, giving the statuesque beauty complete access. Unfortunately, this idyllic moment was interrupted by a voice saying, “Ahem, excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. I am to inform you that the ball will begin shortly.” The other women exclaimed their delight and Ilsa promptly stopped what she was doing and sat up on her haunches. Smiling down at Tascha, she said, “You’ll love the ball!” “The ball?” Tascha asked, suddenly thinking about things other than sex. “Yes,” Ilsa nodded. She got to her feet, and leaned down to help Tascha to her feet. “We get to dress up and dance. It’s wonderful fun.” “But, what about, ” Tascha started, but stopped when she felt a large warm hand on her shoulder. She turned to see the Player, who had retrieved his jacket, hat and walking stick, and was now smiling down at her. “I should tell you that the people you should ask about how you came to be here are the Lord and Lady of the Manor,” he said cheerfully. “If anyone knows, they will. And they will be at the ball.” Don had now come up to hear all of this, trailed closely by a very happy Keiko. “We might as well play along,” Don said with a shrug. “I’m beginning to have a very hard time thinking anyone means us any harm here.” “You don’t think kidnapping is harm all by itself?” Tascha said. She thought her voice should sound crosser than it actually did. “Yeah,” Don nodded, “but aside from that. Anyway, if this Lord and Lady can answer our questions, we might as well give it a shot, right?” Tascha suspected Don was being seduced by all the sex. No, she knew Don was, and who could blame him? What she suspected was that she was too. It was one thing for Don to lose himself in all of this; he didn’t have a girlfriend at home. The thought of Sarah produced a sharp twist in her gut. She had agreed to play the game with the Player to get back to Sarah, not to screw a man she just met. She was being seduced. She pushed these thoughts aside for now. Don had a point. No armed guards had burst in to the room to haul them off while they were playing a very loud game of dodge ball. God, that was a crazy risk to take! It really didn’t seem that anyone meant them any more harm than kidnapping them and subjecting them to all kinds of sex, at least for now. “OK,” Tascha nodded. “Let’s go to the ball.” “Splendid!” the Player boomed. “We’ll need to get you some appropriate clothes.” Ilsa, Natalia and Keiko all clapped at this. “But first,” he grinned, “we’ll all need to get cleaned up.” This provoked more clapping. The Player gestured to a door with his walking stick and said, “To the baths!” The three women led the way, with their respective dresses thrown over their arms. Tascha and Don followed after, and the Player, Peter and Igor brought up the rear. As they walked down the hallway, Tascha noticed Don looking at her sideways with a smirk on his face. She was pretty sure what he was thinking, and was positive she’d earned whatever he was thinking, but she still snapped, “What?” “You seem to be having fun,” he said cheerfully. “Oh, you should talk! How many women have you had your dick in since we got here?” “Well, that depends on whether that one time counts,” he said with a bit more smugness than Tascha thought was called for. “Let’s say that it doesn’t,” Tascha said sharply. “Then at least one too few,” Don said as if he was saying something no more noteworthy than, “It’s a nice day out.” Then, he added, “Don’t get me wrong. I’m definitely not trying to give you a hard time. I’m glad you’re having fun. It’s just that I’m seeing a different side of you, that’s all.” “Yeah,” she said, letting herself smile a little. “I’m seeing a different side of myself, I think.” “Well, I think it suits you,” Don said. “You do?” she looked at him intently. He looked back, letting her see that he was smiling and serious, “Yes, I do.” “I was a little worried that you might, ” Tascha tried to think of the right words. “I mean that back there.” “I know what you mean,” Don smiled. “We can talk more about this later, when we have some privacy, but for now, I’ll tell you, I am really loving watching you have sex. It’s incredibly hot.” Tascha laughed, genuinely happy, though at the moment she couldn’t say exactly why. She smiled over at Don and with a twinkle in her eye said, “Right back at ya.” Don grinned from ear to ear. He started to say something, but right then the girls led them into the baths, and he was temporarily rendered speechless. Tascha gaped as well. They were in an exceptionally large room, with several side areas and at least one chamber off to the side. Here, just inside the doorway, was apparently a drying area. There were slatted wooden benches, and piles of white, fluffy towels, as well as a few laundry bins for used towels. Tascha noticed other, larger bins off to the side, one of which received the evening dresses the other women had been wearing, as well as Peter’s kilt. The Player hung his jacket and hat on a pair of hooks on the wall. Beyond this area, the party stepped into the main area, which was dominated by what looked most like an extravagant indoor pool. At the far end, a tall waterfall poured water into the pool, and at the near end a shorter, smaller waterfall drained water out. There was a lot of white noise in the big chamber, fostering an air of intimacy. There were canisters of various sorts, sizes and colors arranged here and there along the sides of the pool, as well as small stacks of what looked to be washcloths and, in a few places, loofahs. Tendrils of steam snaked across the surface of the water. Tascha was a bit surprised that there were no sex toys in evidence. To their left, was an area with a large array of overhead shower heads. A pair of dark-skinned women were there, rinsing shampoo and soap out of their hair and off their gleaming skin. To the right, was a doorway, through which steam poured. “That’s the steam room,” Keiko said. “We’ll leave you in the hands of the women for a bit,” the Player smiled, as he and Peter headed off toward the steam room. “Come along, Igor.” “We can play there later if you like,” Keiko said with a smile at Don. “Looks like you’ve made a new friend,” Tascha said under her breath. “Look who’s talking,” Don chuckled, as Ilsa took Tascha by the hand and led her to the big pool. Tascha padded over the not quite smooth ceramic tiles, and then, following Ilsa and followed by Natalia, stepped down a small set of steps into the warm water. The floor of the pool dipped in the middle, so that the water was up to her neck at its deepest. Tascha noticed that she could feel a slight current carrying the water from one waterfall to the next. Ducking her head under the water, Tascha luxuriated in the sensation of the warmth washing over her. When she surfaced and opened her eyes, she saw Ilsa and Natalia nearby doing the same. Natalia had, with startling speed, let her hair down, and it now spread out around her in a deep brown circle. Ilsa, who was taller than the others, had her shoulders and the tops of her breasts glistening over the water. They looked to Tascha and gestured for her to come to them. When she had made her way through the water, she felt their arms encircle her waist and pull her to them. Natalia leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, and then Ilsa did the same, but with a bit more passion. Natalia then took another turn, and this time, Tascha felt the other woman’s tongue slip into her mouth. Ilsa’s next kiss was longer and deeper, and Natalia took the opportunity to lean in and kiss the side of Tascha’s neck. Tascha heard a low moan, and was only a little surprised to realize it had come from her. She felt fingers playfully moving up the inside of her thigh, and suspected they were Natalia’s. Those fingers found their way to Tascha’s lips and began to stroke and tease them under the water. Lost in kissing Ilsa, having Natalia kiss and nibble on her neck, and being pleasured by someone’s fingertips, Tascha hardly even noticed when two of those fingers stole between her lips and slipped up inside her pussy. Another moan came from her throat. Tascha noticed then that she wasn’t at all sore from earlier. The Player’s cock had easily been the largest thing she’d ever had inside her, and, although it had required some effort to get it into her, it had not really hurt. She thought at the time that there would be hell to pay later, but on the contrary, she felt no discomfort at all. Instead, all she felt was pleasure from the fingers that were making mischief beneath the water. Ilsa and Natalia began to slowly move the unresisting Tascha toward the side of the pool. When they were close enough to the edge, Tascha broke her long kiss with Ilsa to lower her face to the woman’s breasts. She kissed her way down Ilsa’s left tit until she got to the big nipple, and then sucked it into her mouth. Ilsa’s hand came up behind her head, to hold Tascha in place. Tascha continued to suck and pull at that nipple, while she managed to get her arms inside the little triangle they had made between themselves. Once this was done, she reached down and found both Ilsa’s and Natalia’s crotches, and began to tease both of them by stroking and pulling at their lips. She pinched their clits, and slipped her fingers up between their lips and into their pussies. Although she had always been rather ambidextrous, she had never tried doing anything quite like this with both hands at the same time. Tascha noticed that Natalia now had her mouth on Ilsa’s other nipple, and was sucking it hard. Ilsa’s other hand was holding Natalia to that tit as well, so Tascha now knew for sure that it was Natalia who was stimulating her down below. This continued for several long minutes before Tascha felt the unmistakable tension building. She relaxed and let the orgasm wash over her. Sighing around Ilsa’s nipple, Tascha trembled in the water, but continued to play with the other girls. In seconds they joined her in a quiet little knot of ecstasy. When it was over, Tascha released Ilsa’s nipple and rested her head against that soft bosom. Natalia leaned in and kissed her forehead and then her lips. This kiss lingered, and soon Tascha was kissing Natalia with more passion. Though Tascha had withdrawn her fingers from the others, Natalia’s were still deep inside Tascha, and Natalia began to flex her wrist, fucking those fingers slowly in and out of Tascha. Ilsa said, “Now, now, there’ll be plenty of time for that later. We should really get washed up.” Both Tascha and Natalia made disappointed noises, but moved with Ilsa over to the side of the pool. Ilsa took a bottle labeled “SHAMPOO” and began to work some of its contents into Tascha’s hair. It smelled like honey and strawberries. Meanwhile, Natalia took a bottle of “SOAP” and a washcloth and began to wash the rest of Tascha’s upper body. She was very thorough and, naturally enough, soon Natalia was pushing two of her fingers back up into Tascha who smiled her approval. Natalia began to work her fingers in and out, which felt very good to Tascha. Catching on, Ilsa tisked her disapproval and pushed Tascha down under the water to get some of the shampoo out of her hair. By the time Tascha bobbed back up, Natalia had removed her mischievous fingers. The two women lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the pool, so that they could wash her legs and privates a bit more seriously. While this was going on, Tascha looked around and saw that Don was busy washing Keiko’s black hair. Somehow, this seemed odd to Tascha. She had seen Don do a lot of things, particularly today, and she could now imagine him doing a lot more, but not simply washing a woman’s hair for her. Sure, at a hair salon someone you didn’t even know would wash your hair and there was nothing more to it. Here in this tub, where they were all naked, and when they had all shared various degrees of sexual contact, there was, of course, a sharply increased level of intimacy. But there was something,  loving about what Don was doing. Watching him made Tascha smile. Then she was brought back to matters closer to hand, when Ilsa and Natalia produced shaving cream and razors. They promptly and efficiently shaved her legs, and then Ilsa suggested she lay back and spread her legs so they could finish the job. Taken a little aback, she did as suggested, and felt them removing the hair from around her pussy. Natalia leaned up over her and asked, “Do you want to keep the bush? It’s cute, but we can get rid of it if you like.” “Um,” Tascha paused. She had noticed that almost all the women she’d seen here were shaved bare. The woman on the bed they had seen through the last hidden window had not, and there were at least three women she’d seen but not been able to notice the state of their pubic hair. Still, the norm seemed to be bare here, and it felt a little like surrendering to the whole situation to have them shave her bald. On the other, she had never done that before, and she was intrigued. “Sure,” she said, “shave it off.” In another moment the deed was done and the two girls each gave Tascha’s naked pussy a quick kiss. Then they pulled her into the pool and dunked her under again. When she came up, it was her turn to help the other two clean. There was a great deal of playfulness involved, but the whole process seemed to go rather quickly. It was helped by the fact that neither of them needed to be shaved; they were both silky smooth all over. When Natalia bent over the edge of the pool, and Ilsa parted her butt cheeks to push a couple of soapy fingers into her rectum, Tascha gasped a little. She had not seen that coming. Ilsa smiled at Tascha, and Natalia responded by wiggling her butt in a decidedly non-protesting way. Natalia even said, “Um, we forgot to do Tascha’s ass.” “Oh, well, that’s alright,” Tascha said hurriedly. “Don’t be silly,” Ilsa said as she took her fingers out of her friend’s butt and rinsed them in the water flowing past. “Hop on up.” “That’s really not necessary,” Tascha said, feeling her cheeks blushing. Natalia slipped back into the water, and agreed with Ilsa, “Come on, get up there.” Tascha looked around to make sure that Don hadn’t somehow gotten closer, then took a deep breath and hopped up to lean out over the edge of the pool. In another moment she felt a pair of hands spread her cheeks, and heard Natalia say, “You’ve got the cutest butt.” Tascha was about to say, “Thank you, yours is very nice too,” but right then she felt Ilsa’s slippery fingers pushing against her asshole. She knew enough to relax, and did her best to do so. Then Ilsa’s fingers were pushed up inside her, filling her in a completely different way than she was used to. The fingers pushed in and out a little and twisted. Tascha was surprised at how good it felt. And then they were out. Natalia let go of her cheeks, and slapped one for good measure. Tascha slipped back into the water, strangely embarrassed and excited. When it was Ilsa’s turn, Tascha watched with interest as Natalia fingering her ass. Ilsa also squirmed happily while she was being cleaned. They were finishing washing Ilsa, lingering over her breasts, when they were distracted by sounds from Don and Keiko’s area of the pool. Tascha was actually surprised that she’d been paying so little attention to what was going on over there. She had caught glimpses which had included some making out and at one point recently Don sitting on the side of the pool while Keiko’s head bobbed up and down in his lap, but Tascha had her own partners to pay attention to so she had concentrated on Ilsa and Natalia. Now, though, Keiko was making loud appreciative noises, that carried even through the white noise of the waterfalls. She was sitting on the edge of the pool, leaning back while Don was in the water between her legs, apparently going down on her. While they watched, Keiko shifted her weight to one arm so she could reach down with the other to hold Don’s face tighter to her. “That looks like fun,” Natalia said. “I’m going to go have a look.” She ducked under the water and swam quickly across the pool, pulling herself up to sit next to Keiko, where she openly watched. Tascha found herself torn between the beautiful woman who had her breasts in Tascha’s hands, and the urge to watch what was going on at the other side of the pool. Ilsa noticed this, and laughed, “Let’s go join them.” As they turned to cross the pool, Keiko cried out and threw her head back as her body was wracked by an intense orgasm. This went on for what seemed like a full minute, during which time Don seemed to continue pleasuring her. Finally, Keiko collapsed backward, laughing and pushing Don away with her feet. Tascha and Ilsa were pulling themselves out of the water in time to hear Natalia say, “That looked wonderful, can you do it again?” Don grinned up at her and licked his lips, “I’d love to try.” Natalia scooted forward until she was sitting on the lip of the pool and parted her legs for Don. He moved over to between her thighs. He paused a moment to kiss the insides of her thighs, working his way up the left until he kissed the lips of her pussy, and then stopping to repeat the process for her right leg. Tascha sat down next to Natalia, completely open about the fact that she intended to watch. Don looked up at her and smiled, just before he leaned in to run his tongue over Natalia’s lips. Ilsa sat down on the far side of Keiko, who was still sprawled on the tiles, her feet floating in the water. The Player, Peter and Igor came back from the steam room and plunged into the pool upstream. Tascha ignored everything else, and watched as Don parted Natalia’s lips with his tongue and ran it slowly up and down her slit. He brought up two fingers to hold her outer lips apart while his tongue continued to move leisurely up and down between them. He pressed his mouth to her. Natalia shuddered and said, “Yes, fuck me with your tongue.” But Don pulled back to lick up to her clit, which he toyed with briefly, before gently sucking it into his mouth. This provoked another shudder from Natalia. Don then moved back to push his tongue deep into Natalia’s vagina. He seemed to be working that tongue in and out of her a few times, and Natalia was rocking herself against him. Tascha noticed that Don’s nose was rubbing against Natalia’s clit during this. Tascha found that she had moved her own left hand between her legs and was stroking her own newly shaved pussy, it felt smooth and tender to the touch. On the other side of Natalia, Ilsa had bent over Keiko to make out with her and to suck on the Asian girl’s nipples, but Tascha was intent upon watching Don at work. Don had now pushed two fingers slowly up into Natalia, and shifted the attention of his lips and tongue to her clit. He had started out slow and gentle, but was gradually increasing the pressure, and more gradually building up the tempo. Tascha could see his wrist moving as he worked his fingers in and out of her. Natalia turned to look at Tascha through half closed eyes, and said, “Oh, he’s very good at this.” Tascha smiled, and noticed that she was now slowly stroking her own clit. She looked back at Natalia and reached across with her right hand to cup the woman’s right breast in her hand. She took the nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched. Natalia shuddered, and said, “Yes, harder.” Don raised his eyes, saw what was going on, and then continued with what he was doing. Tascha, however, pinched Natalia’s nipple harder, twisting it a little. Giving up on playing with herself, she leaned on her left arm to reach across to get a hold of Natalia’s left nipple, which she promptly pinched very hard. This elicited a “God yes!” from Natalia. Tascha looked down to see that Don had brought his other hand up, and seemed to be working a finger into Natalia’s butt. Oh, I’ll bet she likes that, Tascha thought. Sure enough, Natalia responded with a happy groan and continued to rock her pelvis against Don’s mouth and fingers. Tascha twisted Natalia’s left nipple again, and leaned down to suck on her right. Tascha deliberately sucked very hard, and raked her teeth over the rigid nipple, and then went so far as to actually bite it a little. “Oh god yes!” Natalia yelled. “Yes!” Her body shook and clenched as she came intensely. Tascha looked down to see that, though he held his fingers still, pushed deep inside Natalia, Don was still, slowly but firmly tonguing her clit. This seemed to push Natalia into several connected and very intense orgasms. Only when this had gone on for what felt like some time, did Don lessen the pressure with his tongue and slowly pull his fingers away from Natalia. Natalia stayed there for a moment, trembling all over, then said, “Damn!” and slowly collapsed back on the tiles. “Wow!” Tascha breathed. Then she looked at Don and said, “My turn.” Don grinned broadly, and moved over in front of her. Tascha spread her legs for him, and he moved up close. She could feel his breath on her rather moist outer lips. He leaned in a bit more and kissed her very lightly. A shudder passed through her in anticipation. Then a familiar hand on her shoulder interrupted the moment. The Player leaned in and with a smile said, “Before you get started, we should really get ready for the ball.” “Really? Right now?” Tascha asked, exasperated. “Well, we still have to visit the wardrobe,” the Player laughed. Tascha looked down at Don, who had already backed away from her a bit. He smiled and said, “Don’t worry; you know I’m happy to give you a rain check.” Tascha kicked water at Don, which only made him laugh. Then she accepted the Player’s hand to help her up from the rim of the pool. The whole group made their way into the rinsing showers, where there was naturally more playful touching, though no one started anything serious. Everyone seemed to be hurrying to get on to the next big event. Tascha was happy to find that the water that poured down over her was warm. For some reason she had been worried that it would be cold after the warmth of the bath. Once everyone had rinsed off any remaining soap and shampoo, they hurried out to towel each other off. Tascha found herself between Don and Ilsa, who seemed to be enjoying drying off any part of her body they could get to. Since coming into the baths, Tascha had gotten worked back up to a serious level of arousal, and this playful man (and woman) handling was only making things worse. When they were all dry enough, the towels were tossed into the appropriate bins, and Keiko and Natalia led the way into the hallway and just a short distance to the left, where they opened the door to a sedate little sitting room. On either side of this antechamber were doors. The Player, Peter, Don and Igor headed off through the door on the left, while Ilsa, Natalia and Keiko led Tascha through the one on the right. As she stepped into this new room, Tascha drew up short. What she saw was an enormous room with row upon row of racks of women’s clothing. Natalia and Keiko disappeared almost at once, while Ilsa took Tascha by the hand and led her down the third aisle. Without any hesitation, Ilsa found the particular rack of clothes she wanted, considered her options for a moment, then took something off the rack, and handed it to Tascha. “Try this one,” Ilsa said simply. Tascha held the hanger up and considered the offering skeptically. Shrugging to herself, she looked around for any sign of a dressing room, and then remembered she was already stark naked. She laughed a little and began to put on the garment Ilsa had given her. Tascha thought at first that something must be missing, but then started to doubt that. The standards of dress here were certainly different. Meanwhile, Ilsa had moved down the aisle a little, found what she was looking for and handed it to Tascha. She paused long enough to deal with the zipper Tascha couldn’t reach, and then headed off in another direction, while Tascha struggled into the new items Ilsa had brought. By the time, Tascha thought that she had the things she’d been given on properly, Keiko appeared and handed her a couple of items including a G-string. When Keiko disappeared again, which happened very quickly, Tascha went ahead and sniffed the undergarment, and was relieved that it smelled freshly laundered. Before she could put the G-string or any of the other items Keiko had brought, Natalia turned up with a pair of shoes. When Tascha got to try them on, she was amazed to find that they fit perfectly. She thought she was finished, and looked around for a mirror, but before she could locate one, Ilsa returned wearing a sky blue gown that somehow held up her large breasts, though it only came up far enough to cover her nipples, and not all of her large aureoles. Her arms, shoulders and neck were completely bare, and, when Ilsa turned around to show it off, her back was also bare down to the top of her behind. The fabric of the dress had a silvery sheen that played up the curves of her body. “It’s very pretty!” Tascha said appreciatively. “Let me look at you,” Ilsa said, as she stalked quickly around Tascha, and then announced, “Perfect!” Natalia and Keiko turned up then, and added their own votes of approval. Natalia was wearing a deep green bodice, with a dark red skirt that (as Natalia demonstrated) tore away easily to reveal a garter belt and black stocking, with no G-string or anything else covering her privates. Keiko was staying true to form and wore a black, form-fitting geisha dress, with very long slits running up both sides, showing her legs to good advantage, as well as the black stockings and stiletto heels she was wearing. “Is there a mirror?” Tascha finally got to ask. “Oh, yes,” Ilsa said, “but first, let’s get your hair done a bit.” “My hair?” Tascha asked with some concern. “Don’t worry, my dear,” Natalia said, “nothing drastic.” “Or time consuming,” Keiko put in. “Right,” Ilsa agreed. Then they bustled Tascha off to a room far to one side of the big room, where a pair of incredibly efficient and strangely impersonal male hairdressers quickly brushed Tascha’s hair and added mousse, styling it without cutting it, in a matter of minutes. In the same time, another pair returned Natalia’s long hair to a stylishly coifed pile on top of her head. “Thanks boys!” Ilsa said as she yanked Tascha out of her chair and back into the big room, where she and Keiko had found and wheeled over a large full length mirror. There Tascha saw herself with her hair seemingly windblown but very fetching. Around her neck she wore a simple black choker, and on her arms a pair of black gloves that came up to the middle of her upper arms. She had on a sexy pair of high heels with straps that laced up her calves. There was no way she was going to get those off in a hurry. The gown she wore began with a sort of bodice that seemed to be made of a kind of spandex. It fit her torso snugly and flatteringly, but enabled her to move and bend freely. However it came just up to under her breasts and stopped. In fact the top edge of it was curved as if it was cut specifically for Tascha. The skirt, which was long enough to brush the floor, started at her hips, but only wrapped around incompletely, so that the very front was open to view. Anyone could easily see the fine fish-net stockings and satin black G-string she was wearing. Both the skirt and top were of deep violet. Tascha had feared she would look ridiculous, but now saw that she was quite striking, particularly with her breasts standing out proudly in front of her. If the girls thought it was acceptable, she was willing to give it a shot. She smiled at her three new friends and said, “Thank you very much.” “Oh, wait!” Keiko said. She disappeared into the hairdressers’ room and reappeared in a moment. With deft motions and utter assurance, she applied lipstick, a bit of eye-shadow, and some blush to Tascha’s face. The lipstick was a burgundy, and the eye-shadow made Tascha look a bit exotic, while the rest was quite subtle but effective. “OK, now we can go,” Keiko announced. Arm-in-arm the four women proceeded back to the entry foyer, where the four men were waiting. The Player was wearing his red jacket and hat, but had added a golden-yellow vest and a pair of white breeches that were missing the crotch, so that his cock and balls were freely exposed, as well as a pair of black boots that came to the top of his calves. Peter was wearing another kilt; a black one; and a white jacket that was buttoned all the way up and had a Nehru collar. Igor was still naked. Don was wearing an open, deep blue long coat, a red vest, and boots and breeches just like the Player’s. When the women entered the room, the Player bowed low, Peter clapped, and Don just gaped at Tascha. Seeing that she was looking at him with an amused expression, he remembered his manners and said, “Wow! You look amazing!” Tascha gave him a small curtsy, and laughingly added, “I can see you mean that.” Don glanced down to see that his cock was rapidly coming back to life while he was ogling Tascha. “Well, I certainly do mean it,” he smiled, actually blushing a little. “Very well then, ladies and gentlemen,” the Player said as he put on his hat and took up his cane. “Off to the ball we go!” To be continued. By BradentonLarry for LiteroticaThe Manor: Bath & Wardrobe -  Tascha is bathed & dressed. (ch. 4) By BradentonLarry.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Tascha was reveling in the afterglow of several intense orgasms and the unusual feeling of being well and truly fucked. The beautiful Ilsa was hovering over her with that statuesque body; all soft, curvy and fit in just the right ways and places; kissing and licking; licking the Player’s cum off Tawsha’s body! Tawsha knew that sooner or later she would be shocked at her behavior and how much she had enjoyed every bit of it. From sucking that ridiculously big dick, to having it inside her, and then feeling all that hot, sticky cum splattering all over her body; she had loved all of it.  Then there was her sudden mania for the taste of cum. When she had taken the cum from Natalia’s thigh and slurped it down, she had been acting on a whim, born half of the desire to tease Don and half from curiosity spawned by seeing Ilsa and the mysterious woman in the hallway both of whom had clearly enjoyed the stuff, but she had been surprised to find that she liked it; a lot. Of course, she had tasted cum before, but it had never been particularly appealing, and at least once nasty. Don’s cum, mixed with Natalia’s juices, was surprisingly tasty, both salty and a little sweet.  The Player’s was similar, though a bit sweeter even. Plus, it felt so wonderfully decadent to scoop the stuff up off herself and enjoy its thick texture in her mouth and sliding down her throat. As she ran her hands over Ilsa’s wonderful curves, Tawsha also thought back to how willing she was to let the Player have his way with her. More than that, she had happily gotten to her knees for him; hardly typical behavior for her! Something about the fact that the Player had had to earn the right to her favors, in a very physical and competitive way, made it not only alright to give herself up so willingly, but even fun, as if kneeling there, sucking his cock, and fucking him were all part of the game; the most fun part of a game she had enjoyed very much. It also didn’t hurt that all of the men (except Igor) had seemed focused on hitting her to the exclusion of the other women.  Normally, she didn’t like being pursued so directly, particularly by men, but there was something about the good-natured and open spirit of the game that had made it all OK. She had agreed to play, knowing the stakes, and had made them work very hard to win. She was glad that it was either the Player or Don who had gotten her finally, but she was sure she would have been happy to submit to whoever tagged her. Those were the rules, after all. Ilsa’s sweet lips and tongue had made their way down to Tawsha’s lower belly, and Tawsha was sure the blonde would soon move even lower. She turned her head to the side, kissed Ilsa’s thigh, and parted her legs, giving the statuesque beauty complete access. Unfortunately, this idyllic moment was interrupted by a voice saying, “Ahem, excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. I am to inform you that the ball will begin shortly.” The other women exclaimed their delight and Ilsa promptly stopped what she was doing and sat up on her haunches. Smiling down at Tawsha, she said, “You’ll love the ball!” “The ball?” Tawsha asked, suddenly thinking about things other than sex. “Yes,” Ilsa nodded. She got to her feet, and leaned down to help Tawsha to her feet. “We get to dress up and dance. It’s wonderful fun.” “But, what about, ” Tawsha started, but stopped when she felt a large warm hand on her shoulder. She turned to see the Player, who had retrieved his jacket, hat and walking stick, and was now smiling down at her. “I should tell you that the people you should ask about how you came to be here are the Lord and Lady of the Manor,” he said cheerfully. “If anyone knows, they will. And they will be at the ball.” Don had now come up to hear all of this, trailed closely by a very happy Keiko. “We might as well play along,” Don said with a shrug. “I’m beginning to have a very hard time thinking anyone means us any harm here.” “You don’t think kidnapping is harm all by itself?” Tawsha said. She thought her voice should sound crosser than it actually did. “Yeah,” Don nodded, “but aside from that. Anyway, if this Lord and Lady can answer our questions, we might as well give it a shot, right?” Tawsha suspected Don was being seduced by all the sex. No, she knew Don was, and who could blame him? What she suspected was that she was too. It was one thing for Don to lose himself in all of this; he didn’t have a girlfriend at home. The thought of Sarah produced a sharp twist in her gut. She had agreed to play the game with the Player to get back to Sarah, not to screw a man she just met. She was being seduced. She pushed these thoughts aside for now. Don had a point. No armed guards had burst in to the room to haul them off while they were playing a very loud game of dodge ball. God, that was a crazy risk to take! It really didn’t seem that anyone meant them any more harm than kidnapping them and subjecting them to all kinds of sex, at least for now. “OK,” Tawsha nodded. “Let’s go to the ball.” “Splendid!” the Player boomed. “We’ll need to get you some appropriate clothes.” Ilsa, Natalia and Keiko all clapped at this. “But first,” he grinned, “we’ll all need to get cleaned up.” This provoked more clapping. The Player gestured to a door with his walking stick and said, “To the baths!” The three women led the way, with their respective dresses thrown over their arms. Tawsha and Don followed after, and the Player, Peter and Igor brought up the rear. As they walked down the hallway, Tawsha noticed Don looking at her sideways with a smirk on his face. She was pretty sure what he was thinking, and was positive she’d earned whatever he was thinking, but she still snapped, “What?” “You seem to be having fun,” he said cheerfully. “Oh, you should talk! How many women have you had your dick in since we got here?” “Well, that depends on whether that one time counts,” he said with a bit more smugness than Tawsha thought was called for. “Let’s say that it doesn’t,” Tawsha said sharply. “Then at least one too few,” Don said as if he was saying something no more noteworthy than, “It’s a nice day out.” Then, he added, “Don’t get me wrong. I’m definitely not trying to give you a hard time. I’m glad you’re having fun. It’s just that I’m seeing a different side of you, that’s all.” “Yeah,” she said, letting herself smile a little. “I’m seeing a different side of myself, I think.” “Well, I think it suits you,” Don said. “You do?” she looked at him intently. He looked back, letting her see that he was smiling and serious, “Yes, I do.” “I was a little worried that you might, ” Tawsha tried to think of the right words. “I mean that back there.” “I know what you mean,” Don smiled. “We can talk more about this later, when we have some privacy, but for now, I’ll tell you, I am really loving watching you have sex. It’s incredibly hot.” Tawsha laughed, genuinely happy, though at the moment she couldn’t say exactly why. She smiled over at Don and with a twinkle in her eye said, “Right back at ya.” Don grinned from ear to ear. He started to say something, but right then the girls led them into the baths, and he was temporarily rendered speechless. Tawsha gaped as well. They were in an exceptionally large room, with several side areas and at least one chamber off to the side. Here, just inside the doorway, was apparently a drying area. There were slatted wooden benches, and piles of white, fluffy towels, as well as a few laundry bins for used towels. Tawsha noticed other, larger bins off to the side, one of which received the evening dresses the other women had been wearing, as well as Peter’s kilt. The Player hung his jacket and hat on a pair of hooks on the wall. Beyond this area, the party stepped into the main area, which was dominated by what looked most like an extravagant indoor pool. At the far end, a tall waterfall poured water into the pool, and at the near end a shorter, smaller waterfall drained water out. There was a lot of white noise in the big chamber, fostering an air of intimacy. There were canisters of various sorts, sizes and colors arranged here and there along the sides of the pool, as well as small stacks of what looked to be washcloths and, in a few places, loofahs. Tendrils of steam snaked across the surface of the water. Tawsha was a bit surprised that there were no sex toys in evidence. To their left, was an area with a large array of overhead shower heads. A pair of dark-skinned women were there, rinsing shampoo and soap out of their hair and off their gleaming skin. To the right, was a doorway, through which steam poured. “That’s the steam room,” Keiko said. “We’ll leave you in the hands of the women for a bit,” the Player smiled, as he and Peter headed off toward the steam room. “Come along, Igor.” “We can play there later if you like,” Keiko said with a smile at Don. “Looks like you’ve made a new friend,” Tawsha said under her breath. “Look who’s talking,” Don chuckled, as Ilsa took Tawsha by the hand and led her to the big pool. Tawsha padded over the not quite smooth ceramic tiles, and then, following Ilsa and followed by Natalia, stepped down a small set of steps into the warm water. The floor of the pool dipped in the middle, so that the water was up to her neck at its deepest. Tawsha noticed that she could feel a slight current carrying the water from one waterfall to the next. Ducking her head under the water, Tawsha luxuriated in the sensation of the warmth washing over her. When she surfaced and opened her eyes, she saw Ilsa and Natalia nearby doing the same. Natalia had, with startling speed, let her hair down, and it now spread out around her in a deep brown circle. Ilsa, who was taller than the others, had her shoulders and the tops of her breasts glistening over the water. They looked to Tawsha and gestured for her to come to them. When she had made her way through the water, she felt their arms encircle her waist and pull her to them. Natalia leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, and then Ilsa did the same, but with a bit more passion. Natalia then took another turn, and this time, Tawsha felt the other woman’s tongue slip into her mouth. Ilsa’s next kiss was longer and deeper, and Natalia took the opportunity to lean in and kiss the side of Tawsha’s neck. Tawsha heard a low moan, and was only a little surprised to realize it had come from her. She felt fingers playfully moving up the inside of her thigh, and suspected they were Natalia’s. Those fingers found their way to Tawsha’s lips and began to stroke and tease them under the water. Lost in kissing Ilsa, having Natalia kiss and nibble on her neck, and being pleasured by someone’s fingertips, Tawsha hardly even noticed when two of those fingers stole between her lips and slipped up inside her pussy. Another moan came from her throat. Tawsha noticed then that she wasn’t at all sore from earlier. The Player’s cock had easily been the largest thing she’d ever had inside her, and, although it had required some effort to get it into her, it had not really hurt. She thought at the time that there would be hell to pay later, but on the contrary, she felt no discomfort at all. Instead, all she felt was pleasure from the fingers that were making mischief beneath the water. Ilsa and Natalia began to slowly move the unresisting Tawsha toward the side of the pool. When they were close enough to the edge, Tawsha broke her long kiss with Ilsa to lower her face to the woman’s breasts. She kissed her way down Ilsa’s left tit until she got to the big nipple, and then sucked it into her mouth. Ilsa’s hand came up behind her head, to hold Tawsha in place. Tawsha continued to suck and pull at that nipple, while she managed to get her arms inside the little triangle they had made between themselves. Once this was done, she reached down and found both Ilsa’s and Natalia’s crotches, and began to tease both of them by stroking and pulling at their lips. She pinched their clits, and slipped her fingers up between their lips and into their pussies. Although she had always been rather ambidextrous, she had never tried doing anything quite like this with both hands at the same time. Tawsha noticed that Natalia now had her mouth on Ilsa’s other nipple, and was sucking it hard. Ilsa’s other hand was holding Natalia to that tit as well, so Tawsha now knew for sure that it was Natalia who was stimulating her down below. This continued for several long minutes before Tawsha felt the unmistakable tension building. She relaxed and let the orgasm wash over her. Sighing around Ilsa’s nipple, Tawsha trembled in the water, but continued to play with the other girls. In seconds they joined her in a quiet little knot of ecstasy. When it was over, Tawsha released Ilsa’s nipple and rested her head against that soft bosom. Natalia leaned in and kissed her forehead and then her lips. This kiss lingered, and soon Tawsha was kissing Natalia with more passion. Though Tawsha had withdrawn her fingers from the others, Natalia’s were still deep inside Tawsha, and Natalia began to flex her wrist, fucking those fingers slowly in and out of Tawsha. Ilsa said, “Now, now, there’ll be plenty of time for that later. We should really get washed up.” Both Tawsha and Natalia made disappointed noises, but moved with Ilsa over to the side of the pool. Ilsa took a bottle labeled “SHAMPOO” and began to work some of its contents into Tawsha’s hair. It smelled like honey and strawberries. Meanwhile, Natalia took a bottle of “SOAP” and a washcloth and began to wash the rest of Tawsha’s upper body. She was very thorough and, naturally enough, soon Natalia was pushing two of her fingers back up into Tawsha who smiled her approval. Natalia began to work her fingers in and out, which felt very good to Tawsha. Catching on, Ilsa tisked her disapproval and pushed Tawsha down under the water to get some of the shampoo out of her hair. By the time Tawsha bobbed back up, Natalia had removed her mischievous fingers. The two women lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the pool, so that they could wash her legs and privates a bit more seriously. While this was going on, Tawsha looked around and saw that Don was busy washing Keiko’s black hair. Somehow, this seemed odd to Tawsha. She had seen Don do a lot of things, particularly today, and she could now imagine him doing a lot more, but not simply washing a woman’s hair for her. Sure, at a hair salon someone you didn’t even know would wash your hair and there was nothing more to it. Here in this tub, where they were all naked, and when they had all shared various degrees of sexual contact, there was, of course, a sharply increased level of intimacy. But there was something,  loving about what Don was doing. Watching him made Tawsha smile. Then she was brought back to matters closer to hand, when Ilsa and Natalia produced shaving cream and razors. They promptly and efficiently shaved her legs, and then Ilsa suggested she lay back and spread her legs so they could finish the job. Taken a little aback, she did as suggested, and felt them removing the hair from around her pussy. Natalia leaned up over her and asked, “Do you want to keep the bush? It’s cute, but we can get rid of it if you like.” “Um,” Tawsha paused. She had noticed that almost all the women she’d seen here were shaved bare. The woman on the bed they had seen through the last hidden window had not, and there were at least three women she’d seen but not been able to notice the state of their pubic hair. Still, the norm seemed to be bare here, and it felt a little like surrendering to the whole situation to have them shave her bald. On the other, she had never done that before, and she was intrigued. “Sure,” she said, “shave it off.” In another moment the deed was done and the two girls each gave Tawsha’s naked pussy a quick kiss. Then they pulled her into the pool and dunked her under again. When she came up, it was her turn to help the other two clean. There was a great deal of playfulness involved, but the whole process seemed to go rather quickly. It was helped by the fact that neither of them needed to be shaved; they were both silky smooth all over. When Natalia bent over the edge of the pool, and Ilsa parted her butt cheeks to push a couple of soapy fingers into her rectum, Tawsha gasped a little. She had not seen that coming. Ilsa smiled at Tawsha, and Natalia responded by wiggling her butt in a decidedly non-protesting way. Natalia even said, “Um, we forgot to do Tawsha’s ass.” “Oh, well, that’s alright,” Tawsha said hurriedly. “Don’t be silly,” Ilsa said as she took her fingers out of her friend’s butt and rinsed them in the water flowing past. “Hop on up.” “That’s really not necessary,” Tawsha said, feeling her cheeks blushing. Natalia slipped back into the water, and agreed with Ilsa, “Come on, get up there.” Tawsha looked around to make sure that Don hadn’t somehow gotten closer, then took a deep breath and hopped up to lean out over the edge of the pool. In another moment she felt a pair of hands spread her cheeks, and heard Natalia say, “You’ve got the cutest butt.” Tawsha was about to say, “Thank you, yours is very nice too,” but right then she felt Ilsa’s slippery fingers pushing against her asshole. She knew enough to relax, and did her best to do so. Then Ilsa’s fingers were pushed up inside her, filling her in a completely different way than she was used to. The fingers pushed in and out a little and twisted. Tawsha was surprised at how good it felt. And then they were out. Natalia let go of her cheeks, and slapped one for good measure. Tawsha slipped back into the water, strangely embarrassed and excited. When it was Ilsa’s turn, Tawsha watched with interest as Natalia fingering her ass. Ilsa also squirmed happily while she was being cleaned. They were finishing washing Ilsa, lingering over her breasts, when they were distracted by sounds from Don and Keiko’s area of the pool. Tawsha was actually surprised that she’d been paying so little attention to what was going on over there. She had caught glimpses which had included some making out and at one point recently Don sitting on the side of the pool while Keiko’s head bobbed up and down in his lap, but Tawsha had her own partners to pay attention to so she had concentrated on Ilsa and Natalia. Now, though, Keiko was making loud appreciative noises, that carried even through the white noise of the waterfalls. She was sitting on the edge of the pool, leaning back while Don was in the water between her legs, apparently going down on her. While they watched, Keiko shifted her weight to one arm so she could reach down with the other to hold Don’s face tighter to her. “That looks like fun,” Natalia said. “I’m going to go have a look.” She ducked under the water and swam quickly across the pool, pulling herself up to sit next to Keiko, where she openly watched. Tawsha found herself torn between the beautiful woman who had her breasts in Tawsha’s hands, and the urge to watch what was going on at the other side of the pool. Ilsa noticed this, and laughed, “Let’s go join them.” As they turned to cross the pool, Keiko cried out and threw her head back as her body was wracked by an intense orgasm. This went on for what seemed like a full minute, during which time Don seemed to continue pleasuring her. Finally, Keiko collapsed backward, laughing and pushing Don away with her feet. Tawsha and Ilsa were pulling themselves out of the water in time to hear Natalia say, “That looked wonderful, can you do it again?” Don grinned up at her and licked his lips, “I’d love to try.” Natalia scooted forward until she was sitting on the lip of the pool and parted her legs for Don. He moved over to between her thighs. He paused a moment to kiss the insides of her thighs, working his way up the left until he kissed the lips of her pussy, and then stopping to repeat the process for her right leg. Tawsha sat down next to Natalia, completely open about the fact that she intended to watch. Don looked up at her and smiled, just before he leaned in to run his tongue over Natalia’s lips. Ilsa sat down on the far side of Keiko, who was still sprawled on the tiles, her feet floating in the water. The Player, Peter and Igor came back from the steam room and plunged into the pool upstream. Tawsha ignored everything else, and watched as Don parted Natalia’s lips with his tongue and ran it slowly up and down her slit. He brought up two fingers to hold her outer lips apart while his tongue continued to move leisurely up and down between them. He pressed his mouth to her. Natalia shuddered and said, “Yes, fuck me with your tongue.” But Don pulled back to lick up to her clit, which he toyed with briefly, before gently sucking it into his mouth. This provoked another shudder from Natalia. Don then moved back to push his tongue deep into Natalia’s vagina. He seemed to be working that tongue in and out of her a few times, and Natalia was rocking herself against him. Tawsha noticed that Don’s nose was rubbing against Natalia’s clit during this. Tawsha found that she had moved her own left hand between her legs and was stroking her own newly shaved pussy, it felt smooth and tender to the touch. On the other side of Natalia, Ilsa had bent over Keiko to make out with her and to suck on the Asian girl’s nipples, but Tawsha was intent upon watching Don at work. Don had now pushed two fingers slowly up into Natalia, and shifted the attention of his lips and tongue to her clit. He had started out slow and gentle, but was gradually increasing the pressure, and more gradually building up the tempo. Tawsha could see his wrist moving as he worked his fingers in and out of her. Natalia turned to look at Tawsha through half closed eyes, and said, “Oh, he’s very good at this.” Tawsha smiled, and noticed that she was now slowly stroking her own clit. She looked back at Natalia and reached across with her right hand to cup the woman’s right breast in her hand. She took the nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched. Natalia shuddered, and said, “Yes, harder.” Don raised his eyes, saw what was going on, and then continued with what he was doing. Tawsha, however, pinched Natalia’s nipple harder, twisting it a little. Giving up on playing with herself, she leaned on her left arm to reach across to get a hold of Natalia’s left nipple, which she promptly pinched very hard. This elicited a “God yes!” from Natalia. Tawsha looked down to see that Don had brought his other hand up, and seemed to be working a finger into Natalia’s butt. Oh, I’ll bet she likes that, Tawsha thought. Sure enough, Natalia responded with a happy groan and continued to rock her pelvis against Don’s mouth and fingers. Tawsha twisted Natalia’s left nipple again, and leaned down to suck on her right. Tawsha deliberately sucked very hard, and raked her teeth over the rigid nipple, and then went so far as to actually bite it a little. “Oh god yes!” Natalia yelled. “Yes!” Her body shook and clenched as she came intensely. Tawsha looked down to see that, though he held his fingers still, pushed deep inside Natalia, Don was still, slowly but firmly tonguing her clit. This seemed to push Natalia into several connected and very intense orgasms. Only when this had gone on for what felt like some time, did Don lessen the pressure with his tongue and slowly pull his fingers away from Natalia. Natalia stayed there for a moment, trembling all over, then said, “Damn!” and slowly collapsed back on the tiles. “Wow!” Tawsha breathed. Then she looked at Don and said, “My turn.” Don grinned broadly, and moved over in front of her. Tawsha spread her legs for him, and he moved up close. She could feel his breath on her rather moist outer lips. He leaned in a bit more and kissed her very lightly. A shudder passed through her in anticipation. Then a familiar hand on her shoulder interrupted the moment. The Player leaned in and with a smile said, “Before you get started, we should really get ready for the ball.” “Really? Right now?” Tawsha asked, exasperated. “Well, we still have to visit the wardrobe,” the Player laughed. Tawsha looked down at Don, who had already backed away from her a bit. He smiled and said, “Don’t worry; you know I’m happy to give you a rain check.” Tawsha kicked water at Don, which only made him laugh. Then she accepted the Player’s hand to help her up from the rim of the pool. The whole group made their way into the rinsing showers, where there was naturally more playful touching, though no one started anything serious. Everyone seemed to be hurrying to get on to the next big event. Tawsha was happy to find that the water that poured down over her was warm. For some reason she had been worried that it would be cold after the warmth of the bath. Once everyone had rinsed off any remaining soap and shampoo, they hurried out to towel each other off. Tawsha found herself between Don and Ilsa, who seemed to be enjoying drying off any part of her body they could get to. Since coming into the baths, Tawsha had gotten worked back up to a serious level of arousal, and this playful man (and woman) handling was only making things worse. When they were all dry enough, the towels were tossed into the appropriate bins, and Keiko and Natalia led the way into the hallway and just a short distance to the left, where they opened the door to a sedate little sitting room. On either side of this antechamber were doors. The Player, Peter, Don and Igor headed off through the door on the left, while Ilsa, Natalia and Keiko led Tawsha through the one on the right. As she stepped into this new room, Tawsha drew up short. What she saw was an enormous room with row upon row of racks of women’s clothing. Natalia and Keiko disappeared almost at once, while Ilsa took Tawsha by the hand and led her down the third aisle. Without any hesitation, Ilsa found the particular rack of clothes she wanted, considered her options for a moment, then took something off the rack, and handed it to Tawsha. “Try this one,” Ilsa said simply. Tawsha held the hanger up and considered the offering skeptically. Shrugging to herself, she looked around for any sign of a dressing room, and then remembered she was already stark naked. She laughed a little and began to put on the garment Ilsa had given her. Tawsha thought at first that something must be missing, but then started to doubt that. The standards of dress here were certainly different. Meanwhile, Ilsa had moved down the aisle a little, found what she was looking for and handed it to Tawsha. She paused long enough to deal with the zipper Tawsha couldn’t reach, and then headed off in another direction, while Tawsha struggled into the new items Ilsa had brought. By the time, Tawsha thought that she had the things she’d been given on properly, Keiko appeared and handed her a couple of items including a G-string. When Keiko disappeared again, which happened very quickly, Tawsha went ahead and sniffed the undergarment, and was relieved that it smelled freshly laundered. Before she could put the G-string or any of the other items Keiko had brought, Natalia turned up with a pair of shoes. When Tawsha got to try them on, she was amazed to find that they fit perfectly. She thought she was finished, and looked around for a mirror, but before she could locate one, Ilsa returned wearing a sky blue gown that somehow held up her large breasts, though it only came up far enough to cover her nipples, and not all of her large aureoles. Her arms, shoulders and neck were completely bare, and, when Ilsa turned around to show it off, her back was also bare down to the top of her behind. The fabric of the dress had a silvery sheen that played up the curves of her body. “It’s very pretty!” Tawsha said appreciatively. “Let me look at you,” Ilsa said, as she stalked quickly around Tawsha, and then announced, “Perfect!” Natalia and Keiko turned up then, and added their own votes of approval. Natalia was wearing a deep green bodice, with a dark red skirt that (as Natalia demonstrated) tore away easily to reveal a garter belt and black stocking, with no G-string or anything else covering her privates. Keiko was staying true to form and wore a black, form-fitting geisha dress, with very long slits running up both sides, showing her legs to good advantage, as well as the black stockings and stiletto heels she was wearing. “Is there a mirror?” Tawsha finally got to ask. “Oh, yes,” Ilsa said, “but first, let’s get your hair done a bit.” “My hair?” Tawsha asked with some concern. “Don’t worry, my dear,” Natalia said, “nothing drastic.” “Or time consuming,” Keiko put in. “Right,” Ilsa agreed. Then they bustled Tawsha off to a room far to one side of the big room, where a pair of incredibly efficient and strangely impersonal male hairdressers quickly brushed Tawsha’s hair and added mousse, styling it without cutting it, in a matter of minutes. In the same time, another pair returned Natalia’s long hair to a stylishly coifed pile on top of her head. “Thanks boys!” Ilsa said as she yanked Tawsha out of her chair and back into the big room, where she and Keiko had found and wheeled over a large full length mirror. There Tawsha saw herself with her hair seemingly windblown but very fetching. Around her neck she wore a simple black choker, and on her arms a pair of black gloves that came up to the middle of her upper arms. She had on a sexy pair of high heels with straps that laced up her calves. There was no way she was going to get those off in a hurry. The gown she wore began with a sort of bodice that seemed to be made of a kind of spandex. It fit her torso snugly and flatteringly, but enabled her to move and bend freely. However it came just up to under her breasts and stopped. In fact the top edge of it was curved as if it was cut specifically for Tawsha. The skirt, which was long enough to brush the floor, started at her hips, but only wrapped around incompletely, so that the very front was open to view. Anyone could easily see the fine fish-net stockings and satin black G-string she was wearing. Both the skirt and top were of deep violet. Tawsha had feared she would look ridiculous, but now saw that she was quite striking, particularly with her breasts standing out proudly in front of her. If the girls thought it was acceptable, she was willing to give it a shot. She smiled at her three new friends and said, “Thank you very much.” “Oh, wait!” Keiko said. She disappeared into the hairdressers’ room and reappeared in a moment. With deft motions and utter assurance, she applied lipstick, a bit of eye-shadow, and some blush to Tawsha’s face. The lipstick was a burgundy, and the eye-shadow made Tawsha look a bit exotic, while the rest was quite subtle but effective. “OK, now we can go,” Keiko announced. Arm-in-arm the four women proceeded back to the entry foyer, where the four men were waiting. The Player was wearing his red jacket and hat, but had added a golden-yellow vest and a pair of white breeches that were missing the crotch, so that his cock and balls were freely exposed, as well as a pair of black boots that came to the top of his calves. Peter was wearing another kilt; a black one; and a white jacket that was buttoned all the way up and had a Nehru collar. Igor was still naked. Don was wearing an open, deep blue long coat, a red vest, and boots and breeches just like the Player’s. When the women entered the room, the Player bowed low, Peter clapped, and Don just gaped at Tawsha. Seeing that she was looking at him with an amused expression, he remembered his manners and said, “Wow! You look amazing!” Tawsha gave him a small curtsy, and laughingly added, “I can see you mean that.” Don glanced down to see that his cock was rapidly coming back to life while he was ogling Tawsha. “Well, I certainly do mean it,” he smiled, actually blushing a little. “Very well then, ladies and gentlemen,” the Player said as he put on his hat and took up his cane. “Off to the ball we go!” To be continued. By BradentonLarry for Literotica