Page 36 of The Christmas Nanny

Stephanie snapped her fingers, and someone handed her an envelope. “We agreed nothing would happen at the dinner table, Charles.” She slid the envelope in front of me. “I will not have you take advantage at the dinner table.”

I watched Christine, ignoring the envelope. She unzipped Quartermain’s pants as if none of us were in the room. She pulled his cock out, and the glass table gave a clear view of the small prick. I choked down a laugh.

Christine took the small cock into her mouth and got him off in front of everyone, not once looking up. I watched her swallow and then watched Quartermain hand her a napkin. She wiped her mouth and zipped the man’s pants. She went back to her seat and started eating.

Stephanie moved back, stood, and unzipped her jumper, allowing it to drop to the floor. She wore a white panty and bra set. I leaned forward and eyed the snake tattoo on each thigh. She sat and reached for my chin, holding it softly. “Eat my pussy.” She nodded at the envelope, and I opened the damn thing.

I pulled out the wad of cash. “Five thousand,” I said. “To eat your pussy.”

Stephanie spread her legs. I wondered what Quartermain was thinking. He subtly shook his head no. Too bad, motherfucker.

In one quick motion, I stood and had Stephanie lying on the empty end of a table meant for twenty guests. Stephanie, panic in her eyes, shook her head no. My cock grew against the leather, and I made sure Quartermain could see it. He looked away. Christine smiled.

I ripped Stephanie’s panties away and dropped them on the table. I wished I could have turned her so Quartermain could see, but I settled for the easiest position to shove my tongue into her pussy.

Stephanie squirmed and moaned, her pussy drenched, the taste exquisite. She came in less than two minutes, and I stood. I turned to Quartermain and unbuttoned my leather pants, freeing my cock.

“No,” Quartermain said, annoyed. They were not allowed to fuck in front of each other. Too bad.

“Jacob, don’t,” Stephanie said. “Not on the table.”

I waited until they both protested again. Christine’s smile returned. I put my cock away and sat, eating and drinking wine without saying another word. Stephanie stuck her hand out, but I left her on the table. She climbed off by herself and dressed. We finished the main course in complete silence.

When dessert was finally served, Samantha entered the dining room.

“Smells like I missed all the fun,” Samantha said. She sat next to me, and the kitchen help placed a plate of cheesecake in front of her. She used a napkin to dab my lips. “You had something shiny there.” She noticed the room had gone quiet upon her arrival. “Did I interrupt something?”

“Not at all, sweetheart,” Quartermain said. “We were explaining to Christine and Jacob what the house rules were.” He finished his cheesecake, still irritated at Stephanie. “I believe we all understand expectations. Don’t we?” Christine nodded. I kept my opinion to myself.

“So, I hear you’re an artist,” Smanatha said.

“I enjoy painting.”

“Naked people, right?” Samantha finished the dessert and raised her wine glass. Despite the winter weather outside, she wore short shorts and a tank top and had her brunette hair in a ponytail. Her nipples, absent a bra to hide them, threatened to poke through the tank top.

“Erotic art,” I said. “It’s my favorite form of art.”

“People are fucking in your paintings?”

“Samantha,” Stephanie said.

“I’m going to turn in for the evening,” Quartermain said. “Stephanie, I’d like you to join me.”

“Wait,” I said. “When is the game over?”

“Fine,” Quartermain said. He stood and moved behind Christine’s chair. “The two of you need to listen and listen closely. We’re not used to having participants question us at every turn the way you have, Jacob. That needs to stop. Either play the game or get the fuck out of the game. You are always free to leave.” He put his hands on Christine’s shoulders. “The game culminates on Christmas Day. The nanny deemed most obedient will retain their position and become a permanent part of this family.” He pointed at me. “Go off script, and you will be booted from the game and forfeit all earnings, including what has been provided so far.”

“We do what you tell us to, or lose?” I said. “We should sue your ass.”

“And what attorney do you think would take a case against the Quartermain name?” He left Christine but stayed on the opposite side of the table. Smart man. Afraid as well. “Any attempt you make to expose our game will have dire consequences, Jacob. Keep that in mind.”

I turned to Stephanie. “I get it. You’re scared of him.”

“Time to go, my love,” Quartermain said, escorting Stephanie from the dining room.

“They’re weird as fuck, aren’t they?” Samantha nodded at the closed door. “Strangest shit I’ve ever seen.”

“Does he always kiss you the way he did earlier?” I asked.

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