Catering To His Every Need
Pammy Perkins
Copyright 2012 Pammy Perkins
Smashwords Edition
Good riddance, Jessica thought, cranking up the radio as she drove through the rich suburbs of Beverly Hills. Tonight she would be catering at Mr. and Mrs. Jettison’s Homeowners Association Awards party. Five years of my life down the drain. But she had known for the past year that the end of their relationship was quickly drawing near.
She and Tommy had been dating since they were sophomores in high school, but his possessive tendencies and strict Christian upbringing left her feeling suffocated and sexually frustrated. While he hadn’t been opposed to letting her suck him off, he would never give her oral pleasure in return or cross the penetration boundary. She’d once begged him to fuck her ass, hoping he’d accept the “technical virgin” philosophy that came with the absence of vaginal sex. However, that suggestion only disgusted him. I can’t believe he thinks anal sex is only for gay people. I should have dropped that homophobic fucktard right then and there.
Tonight would be Jessica’s first night as a completely free woman. She had been an overachieving student in high school and college, but after six straight years of studying, club leadership, and volleyball, she decided she needed a break from being the perfect student. She found that being freed from her educational responsibilities gave her more time to herself—which included a lot of sexual growth and exploration, opening a whole new world of desires to her. She was an attractive girl—dark brown hair with an athletic build and perky, round breasts. She came to realize that she could enjoy her own body and give herself sexual pleasure, using the internet to explore and expand on her fantasies. The last obstacle to her sexual freedom had been Tommy, her ball-and-chain boyfriend. But those shackles were finally gone, and Jessica was ready to release her inner slut that had been desperate to get out.
Before long, Jessica pulled up to what seemed more like a mansion than a house. It was approaching sunset, and there was much preparation to be done before the party began at seven. She took pause for a moment as she passed her boss’s catering van. “Fischer Catering Co” was written in giant bold lettering with a martini glass replacing the T. Although it was just a home cocktail party, her boss had informed her team that this would be the most formal event they’d ever catered. She adjusted her black collared button-up and lime green tie as she stepped through the open front door.
“You’re late! Set-up started at five-thirty. Where have you been?”
“Sorry, Rob, I was having…relationship issues.”
“Don’t worry about it. Just…don’t let it happen again.” Jessica could see that Rob was being sympathetic. Even though he was her boss, he’d been a good friend and knew all about her issues with Tommy.
“Don’t worry, it won’t. We’re done for good this time.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear that. Why don’t you help Monica set up the bar?”
Jessica gazed around the house as she walked across the giant entryway. It seemed even larger on the inside. The ceiling stretched at least twenty feet high with a shimmering chandelier hanging down the center. Golden light reflected off every tiled, marbled, and glass surface, giving the house a bright glow that was warm and welcoming.
Monica waved when she spotted Jessica enter the living room, where the main event would take place.
Jessica helped her coworker unpack alcohol from boxes, sorting it under the bar counter. “So, me and Tommy are no longer an item.”
“What?! That’s great, Jessica! You never really seemed happy with him. I know you’ll find a guy who can treat you better. You’re such a catch.”
“Thanks, Monica. I actually don’t really want to look for another relationship. I think I need to take some time being single and exploring my options a bit. In fact, I’m kind of afraid of being stuck with the same person again.”
“I see,” Monica said, looking puzzled. “Why are you so eager to ‘explore your options,’ if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Trust me, Monica, dating a nice Christian boy isn’t as amazing as your parents want you to believe. Especially in the sex department. Actually, there wasn’t really a sex department to speak of—at least not for me.”