Overheard
Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 9:01 pm
I was lucky to have a job waiting tables at a flash hotel in the Bayou country. It had been a bit of a slow season and the hotel had been down on its numbers, but the tips were still good. Quality pays.
It was after one lunch session that I overheard the most interesting conversation. I wasn’t eavesdropping or anything. I had even offered to take the two young ladies’ drinks into the sitting room, but they assured me they were quiet happy sitting out on the veranda. It was just that it was close to my station and I had a lot of napkins to fold. I suppose I should have just retired from the room, but, well, their conversation piqued my interest and well, they didn’t seem to mind my presence. Sometimes it is good to be invisible. I even had a sneaking suspicion that they liked an audience.
From something one had said I was pretty sure they were sisters. What caught my attention though was when one of them said she was a Princess. One of the pair had been questioning the other about what she did to fill in her day and why hadn’t she gone and got a job. From the looks of her she seemed well off, but I know some women just know how to dress right. She certainly was attractive. Anyway I hadn’t been paying attention until the lady, after a somewhat long pause, had replied that she was a Princess.
Both myself and her sister must have looked surprised as she just sat there with an enigmatic grin on her prettily made up face. Her sister’s eyes narrowed: “What do you mean a Princess?” My thoughts exactly. Of course my position meant I couldn’t speak unless spoken to so I was so glad the question had been asked.
The Princess just laughed and said nothing.
The sister just frowned all the more. “Come on, what does a Princess do?”
Still no response; the Princess just sipped on her drink, smiling.
“Tell me.” Her sister clearly wanted to know, as I did too. Silence. “Oh come on, do tell.” All most a plea this time: I could see the sister imploring the Princess to tell what it was she did.
After a measured time the Princess replied “I like to tease.”
“You sure do!” laughed her sister.
The Princess laughed back, but with a hint of seriousness in her otherwise playful tone, “That’s what I do.”
“Come on tell me?” Her sister was looking at her mischievously as if there was some great secret.
“I just did.” The Princess sounded a touch more serious this time.
“What do you mean?” Her sister sounded perplexed now, more by tone than the words. Clearly she had missed something.
“I like to tease.” The Princess stated clearly as if explaining something to a child.
Her sister sat back, still not understanding. “What?”
“I like to tease.” The Princess laughed to diffuse the slight tension that had developed.
“You like to tease?” Still not getting it, but feeling a bit more confident, her sister lent in towards the Princess. “What do you mean?”
“I like to tease and that’s what a Princess does.” She made it seem so simple that her sister just nodded. But the look on her face showed she still wasn’t getting it.
“Seriously.” It was the Princess’ turn to be insistent.
Her sister just started at her, not comprehending, but obviously suspecting something. I was also intrigued and was very careful to stay as invisible as I could; looking busy folding the napkins.
“I was just checking out some porn one day and ran across a site dedicated to tease and denial. I never knew so many boys liked to be told what to do.” The Princess sat back and watched her sister digest that news.
After a pause and a bit of a giggle her sister finally replied, “You’re not doing porn are you?” From the look on the Princess’ face the answer was obviously no, or at least not in the sense her sister had posed the question. “So how do you do it?”
“Cam.”
“Oh my.” Her sister look excited. “You watch them and tell them what to do!” Her realisation made her cocky and she had blurted out that statement a bit loudly. She looked around, but there was only me and she laughed. “You tell guys to jerk off and then watch them squirt their cummies!” She was giggling now.
“No, no, no.” The Princess seemed alarmed at this possibility. “I get them to stop before they cum. I did say denial.”
“Oh my God!” The sister looked at the Princess in awe. “And they do that?”
“Of course. I am a Princess. My toys must do as I say.”
“But it must be so hard for them?”
“Not really.” The Princess was thoughtful; as if truly revealing secrets. “The great part about it is that it really is what they want; to be denied. They want it so bad they are happy to pay for it.”
Now the penny dropped and the sister just looked on in admiration at the Princess.
“You should see the look on their faces when they have to stop. It is so funny. Especially after they get so close time and again.” The Princess gave a delightful giggle. “They look so cute and adorable. They would do anything to please me; anything to be allowed to cum. And they do. It is such fun. I really enjoy it.”
Her sister thought on this. “You obviously do.”
I looked up and caught sight of a hint of a blush on the Princess’ beautiful face. Heavenly!
Having caught her eye I had to do something so I walked over and asked if the two ladies would like a complimentary drink. There was actually no such thing, but the coffee was described as bottomless. If they actually wanted anything else then I guess I could cover it from my tip money. After looking at me for a tad longer than was comfortable, they had a quick chat and decided they did have time and would like two glasses of champagne. Oh dear there went all my tip money; so much for my plan to serve them two filtered cups of coffee.
I was secretly thrilled to be able to “buy them a drink”, so to speak. I’m sure it would never happen if the circumstances were different and I had been a guest at the hotel. Of course the expense was a worry, but I did not show any disappointment and smiled graciously as I took their order. I was also relieved they had decided not to leave and so it was all worth it I told myself. Plus they were beautiful and deserved to be honoured, in however such a small way.
Unfortunately getting their order meant leaving the room. When I returned they were laughing and still talking, obviously about the same subject. Their laughter made me nervous as I placed the drinks before them.
“I’m a Princess. I don’t even get out of bed until twelve.” More laughter.
“Well ... I’m envious. But don’t you get put upon, having to make yourself available?”
“Once again, I’m a Princess. They have to make themselves available for me.” The Princess laughed again. “Although the Internet makes this easy I must say. Great for business!”
“And so you do treat it as a business? Sounds like you’d be happy to do it for free.”
“Yes, well, let’s not go there. A girl’s got eat and all.” Once again the Princess was thoughtful. “But actually it makes it all manageable. Unless there was a fee some of my toys would never stop. Plus it gets rid of the odd time waster and other risks.”
“Sounds like you’ve go it all worked out.” Her sister laughed. “Bet you even have a mission statement.”
“I do.” The Princess was laughing again. “I’m trying to make the world a better place for all women.”
“Oh my, however do you intend to achieve that?”
“I’m trying to condition my toys to eventually go without orgasms altogether.”
“No!” But far from sounding horrified, her sister was most intrigued.
“A denied male is much more attentive and willing and obedient.”
Her sister laughed “Sounds good, but how are you going to achieve this?”
“Conditioning.” The one word made it all sound so simple, but the Princess went on to explain. “A mix of ruined orgasms, greater time between each orgasm, switching the source of please to something else like the desire to worship a woman’s feet or to be feminized.”
“You have it all worked out it seems.” Her sister said with a tone of admiration.
“But the most important thing is after each time, to make them clean up their nasty mess.”
There was a look of mild shock now on the sister’s face. “How?”
“I just tell them to suck it up and do it. That’s the only thing that will help. I make every guy eat it.”
The sister nodded in agreement. “Yes, I can definitely see that working.” She then raised her glass. “Here’s to your success!”
The chink of glasses and the draining of their content brought the conversation to an end. Putting the empty glasses down they got up and started to leave.
I tried to subtlety catch the Princess’ attention and asked for her contact details. She beamed a big knowing smile. “So you had been listening, thought so ... “ She chuckled before adding “Naughty.” Winking she picked up a hotel calling card and wrote on the back. “I’ll be available from Friday” and looking me straight in the eye “No touching until you contact me.” Watching the fearful excitement in my face she added “Until I tell you”. She then turned and walked away. When she was out of sight I turned over the card and saw a web address: http://imlive.com/_/384490/PrincessChriste52249.htm
It was after one lunch session that I overheard the most interesting conversation. I wasn’t eavesdropping or anything. I had even offered to take the two young ladies’ drinks into the sitting room, but they assured me they were quiet happy sitting out on the veranda. It was just that it was close to my station and I had a lot of napkins to fold. I suppose I should have just retired from the room, but, well, their conversation piqued my interest and well, they didn’t seem to mind my presence. Sometimes it is good to be invisible. I even had a sneaking suspicion that they liked an audience.
From something one had said I was pretty sure they were sisters. What caught my attention though was when one of them said she was a Princess. One of the pair had been questioning the other about what she did to fill in her day and why hadn’t she gone and got a job. From the looks of her she seemed well off, but I know some women just know how to dress right. She certainly was attractive. Anyway I hadn’t been paying attention until the lady, after a somewhat long pause, had replied that she was a Princess.
Both myself and her sister must have looked surprised as she just sat there with an enigmatic grin on her prettily made up face. Her sister’s eyes narrowed: “What do you mean a Princess?” My thoughts exactly. Of course my position meant I couldn’t speak unless spoken to so I was so glad the question had been asked.
The Princess just laughed and said nothing.
The sister just frowned all the more. “Come on, what does a Princess do?”
Still no response; the Princess just sipped on her drink, smiling.
“Tell me.” Her sister clearly wanted to know, as I did too. Silence. “Oh come on, do tell.” All most a plea this time: I could see the sister imploring the Princess to tell what it was she did.
After a measured time the Princess replied “I like to tease.”
“You sure do!” laughed her sister.
The Princess laughed back, but with a hint of seriousness in her otherwise playful tone, “That’s what I do.”
“Come on tell me?” Her sister was looking at her mischievously as if there was some great secret.
“I just did.” The Princess sounded a touch more serious this time.
“What do you mean?” Her sister sounded perplexed now, more by tone than the words. Clearly she had missed something.
“I like to tease.” The Princess stated clearly as if explaining something to a child.
Her sister sat back, still not understanding. “What?”
“I like to tease.” The Princess laughed to diffuse the slight tension that had developed.
“You like to tease?” Still not getting it, but feeling a bit more confident, her sister lent in towards the Princess. “What do you mean?”
“I like to tease and that’s what a Princess does.” She made it seem so simple that her sister just nodded. But the look on her face showed she still wasn’t getting it.
“Seriously.” It was the Princess’ turn to be insistent.
Her sister just started at her, not comprehending, but obviously suspecting something. I was also intrigued and was very careful to stay as invisible as I could; looking busy folding the napkins.
“I was just checking out some porn one day and ran across a site dedicated to tease and denial. I never knew so many boys liked to be told what to do.” The Princess sat back and watched her sister digest that news.
After a pause and a bit of a giggle her sister finally replied, “You’re not doing porn are you?” From the look on the Princess’ face the answer was obviously no, or at least not in the sense her sister had posed the question. “So how do you do it?”
“Cam.”
“Oh my.” Her sister look excited. “You watch them and tell them what to do!” Her realisation made her cocky and she had blurted out that statement a bit loudly. She looked around, but there was only me and she laughed. “You tell guys to jerk off and then watch them squirt their cummies!” She was giggling now.
“No, no, no.” The Princess seemed alarmed at this possibility. “I get them to stop before they cum. I did say denial.”
“Oh my God!” The sister looked at the Princess in awe. “And they do that?”
“Of course. I am a Princess. My toys must do as I say.”
“But it must be so hard for them?”
“Not really.” The Princess was thoughtful; as if truly revealing secrets. “The great part about it is that it really is what they want; to be denied. They want it so bad they are happy to pay for it.”
Now the penny dropped and the sister just looked on in admiration at the Princess.
“You should see the look on their faces when they have to stop. It is so funny. Especially after they get so close time and again.” The Princess gave a delightful giggle. “They look so cute and adorable. They would do anything to please me; anything to be allowed to cum. And they do. It is such fun. I really enjoy it.”
Her sister thought on this. “You obviously do.”
I looked up and caught sight of a hint of a blush on the Princess’ beautiful face. Heavenly!
Having caught her eye I had to do something so I walked over and asked if the two ladies would like a complimentary drink. There was actually no such thing, but the coffee was described as bottomless. If they actually wanted anything else then I guess I could cover it from my tip money. After looking at me for a tad longer than was comfortable, they had a quick chat and decided they did have time and would like two glasses of champagne. Oh dear there went all my tip money; so much for my plan to serve them two filtered cups of coffee.
I was secretly thrilled to be able to “buy them a drink”, so to speak. I’m sure it would never happen if the circumstances were different and I had been a guest at the hotel. Of course the expense was a worry, but I did not show any disappointment and smiled graciously as I took their order. I was also relieved they had decided not to leave and so it was all worth it I told myself. Plus they were beautiful and deserved to be honoured, in however such a small way.
Unfortunately getting their order meant leaving the room. When I returned they were laughing and still talking, obviously about the same subject. Their laughter made me nervous as I placed the drinks before them.
“I’m a Princess. I don’t even get out of bed until twelve.” More laughter.
“Well ... I’m envious. But don’t you get put upon, having to make yourself available?”
“Once again, I’m a Princess. They have to make themselves available for me.” The Princess laughed again. “Although the Internet makes this easy I must say. Great for business!”
“And so you do treat it as a business? Sounds like you’d be happy to do it for free.”
“Yes, well, let’s not go there. A girl’s got eat and all.” Once again the Princess was thoughtful. “But actually it makes it all manageable. Unless there was a fee some of my toys would never stop. Plus it gets rid of the odd time waster and other risks.”
“Sounds like you’ve go it all worked out.” Her sister laughed. “Bet you even have a mission statement.”
“I do.” The Princess was laughing again. “I’m trying to make the world a better place for all women.”
“Oh my, however do you intend to achieve that?”
“I’m trying to condition my toys to eventually go without orgasms altogether.”
“No!” But far from sounding horrified, her sister was most intrigued.
“A denied male is much more attentive and willing and obedient.”
Her sister laughed “Sounds good, but how are you going to achieve this?”
“Conditioning.” The one word made it all sound so simple, but the Princess went on to explain. “A mix of ruined orgasms, greater time between each orgasm, switching the source of please to something else like the desire to worship a woman’s feet or to be feminized.”
“You have it all worked out it seems.” Her sister said with a tone of admiration.
“But the most important thing is after each time, to make them clean up their nasty mess.”
There was a look of mild shock now on the sister’s face. “How?”
“I just tell them to suck it up and do it. That’s the only thing that will help. I make every guy eat it.”
The sister nodded in agreement. “Yes, I can definitely see that working.” She then raised her glass. “Here’s to your success!”
The chink of glasses and the draining of their content brought the conversation to an end. Putting the empty glasses down they got up and started to leave.
I tried to subtlety catch the Princess’ attention and asked for her contact details. She beamed a big knowing smile. “So you had been listening, thought so ... “ She chuckled before adding “Naughty.” Winking she picked up a hotel calling card and wrote on the back. “I’ll be available from Friday” and looking me straight in the eye “No touching until you contact me.” Watching the fearful excitement in my face she added “Until I tell you”. She then turned and walked away. When she was out of sight I turned over the card and saw a web address: http://imlive.com/_/384490/PrincessChriste52249.htm
good ending