The Amateur Players (Closed for TheWorldBuilder)

[TheWorldBuilder]

As Andi left the room, Paul followed as far as the door. He stuck his head through the opening and watched her retreating figure cross the foyer, randomly lifting the slider a little every few seconds. When she reached for the far door, he again banged it up to maximum for a few seconds and then jiggled the intensity up and down with no pattern at all. He judged when she might have reached the kitchen and lowered the control to stop the vibrations. He didn't want accidents with hot drinks and broken china or glass.

His mind rapidly processed one of his previous thoughts, making the original tenuous thread more substantial and calculating the necessary logistics. Twenty minutes to Duke Bar, twenty minutes in the shop, same back. Via Embsay to lay everything out where Andi would find it, maybe another half hour....

Could he slip away for an hour and a half without arousing suspicions and prompting unwanted questions? Probably not, an hour maybe, but no longer than that. Enough time to get the outfit, but how to lay it on the bed? If he said he was hopping in the shower after the show, she would join him. There was a toilet downstairs. He hadn't left any laundry to tidy away. The options whirled in his head until he heard soft footsteps crossing the Green Room.

Paul was just about to provide Andi with a little more stimulus as she came back into his sight, when the outer door of the foyer opened and Polly and Mike came in. Another opportunity. After all, they would want drinks too.

He stepped completely through the office door and greeted the older couple, looking totally innocent as Andi negotiated the other door carrying drinks and biscuits.

His greeting was anything but innocent, loaded with suggestion which would alert his friends. "Afternoon, picnic people."

Glancing back at Andi, he saw that she had stopped and was well balanced with both feet flat.

Bzzzzz went the Lush softly as he flicked a digit. Three seconds and off again.

"Mike will take those," he told her, "could we have two more coffees, please?"

As Mike lifted her burden, Paul's finger moved again.

BZZZZZZZZZZZ! Bzzzz, bzzzz, BZZZZZ!

Inside the office, Mike asked, "Playtime?"

"Yes," replied Paul, "the Lush."

"I hope you're not overloading her, you cruel bastard." commented Polly.

"Overloading?" Paul looked astounded at the suggestion. "I don't think the girl knows the meaning of the word. I'll be dead before pantomime. The two toys I bought her might just save my life."

"Oh, my heart bleeds for you. Imagine how you must suffer when such a perfect little dish wants to spend all her time naked and full of your cock?"

Mike's reference to Andi naked made him think again about the towpath. Certainly not in November, but perhaps when the weather improved? Mike was right. She had embraced nudity incredibly quickly and seemed to crave becoming shamelessly exhibitionist just as rapidly. He considered which parts of the canal remained virtually empty even during the height of summer.

The door opened and the subject of Paul's contemplation entered with a steaming mug of coffee in each hand. As soon as she placed them on the mats on his desk, he sent another burst of vibration into her core.

"Mike, download the Lovense Remote app, create an account and send a pairing request to the user 'MissSwan'. Andi, please accept that. I have to pop out for a little while. I'm sure the three of you can amuse yourselves."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andi sat on the edge of the desk between the visitors while Paul departed, and shot him another twinkling scowl as he disappeared.

Of course she did the necessary once Mike had sorted out the App and she squirmed as he experimented with the settings, frequent glances to Polly for help going unanswered.

Once they'd had a bit of fun and then settled down, the older couple in the only two chairs which were now together, and Andi still sitting on the desk between and opposite them, her knees together and hands either side, she began to ask about some of the things that were troubling her.

"Ok, so while he's gone, I need advice. I know you both mended everything before when it got all out of control and I was really upset and crying and he was going to dump me and you fixed it and everything but I'm scared now that he'll find out how horrible I am and how selfish and always wanting sex and asking for toys like I'm saying his cock isn't enough for me but it is it's beautiful and fills me so perfectly and I want it all the time but that's just selfish, right?"

She drew a breath but barely paused, "And I had to go five hours today celibate. Five hours awake! Can you imagine? And he won't let me take the big vibrator dildo to college, but it's not like I'm gonna use it in class or anything, but it just shows how selfish I am, but I don't mean to be and I want to give him a present something nicer than that little swan there and I was thinking of getting a professional to do it and you could come with me Polly but Paul is a photographer so he might want to take it but then it won't be a surprise, but if I get it wrong he'll be hurt and I don't ever want to do that cos then he'll really dump me and then I don't know what I'll do and sometimes I'm just happy and sometimes I'm so scared he's gonna find out I'm not the nice girl he thinks I am and I'm gonna lose him, and I don't know what to do cos when I tried to be what I thought he wanted it all went wrong so I can only be me and it's not enough, not good enough, I'm not good enough and I don't know what to do but you do cos you can fix anything?"

Andi stopped and looked at them both. She had explained everything clearly, laid out her troubles in as much detail as she could. Would they know what to do? Was it a lost cause? Were her worst fears going to become reality?

She wished they'd say something.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Mike

His thumb idly brushed across the screen but the intervals between each movement were longer now. Andi sat on Paul's big desk opposite Polly and him, with an unaccustomed serious expression on her face. At the words, "I need advice." Mike reached forward and laid his mobile down. He struggled to catch every word that followed the first sentence, hoping that his wife might have kept pace with the rapid stream. Certain phrases stuck in his mind and he tried to reconcile them with what he knew of the sweet young woman in front of him.

"how horrible I am.... selfish.... selfish.... selfish.... he'll be hurt.... dump me.... not the nice girl.... lose him.... I'm not good enough...."

"I... er, that is, umm." he started hesitantly and was glad when Polly broke into his stumbling thoughts.

"Paul isn't judgemental, Andi. I doubt that he's even noticed your faults, but why don't you tell us why he's going to think you're such a horrible person and not the nice girl he imagines? He has been eighteen, you know, and he did a few unkind things himself before he became the man he is now. His heart might tell him you're perfect, but his head knows that you'll have a few dark, ugly facets somewhere or you wouldn't be human."

Mike had collected his thoughts and even got some of them in order. He picked up on another of Andi's woes. "I think he's enjoying you. Watching you, holding you, touching you, fucking you. The Paul I know will want to give you sexual affection just as much as you'd like to receive it. Remember he's been single for a while, his body needs a few days to adjust and then he'll be as energetic as you are."

Polly's expression conveyed a number of messages to her husband and he quickly retracted his overstated comparison. "Well, nearly as energetic. Certainly enthusiastic."

"What were you thinking of that might need me along?" she asked, once her hints had been taken. "What kind of present did you have in mind?"

Paul

The traffic was lighter than usual for a Friday afternoon and the run to Burnley an easy one. Inside the shop, he quickly found what he was looking for in the costume section but everything seemed too big. He turned a label on one of the smaller percale dresses, looking for a set of bust, waist and hip measurements, but there was just a column of numbers. UK 12, said one line. EU 40 another, US 8 on a third. He held the garment up and appraised its size. Too big. Another from the same display: UK 10. Better, but still larger than he recalled Andi's body.

UK 8, now that looked a bit too small. At least he knew what he wanted now, a size 9.

Paul looked at each label on the rack. Not a single nine. Every garment was in an even size. Had the shop decided to only hold half the stock and hope that the poor fitting wasn't noticed in the few moments before the maid's outfit was removed or discarded? He lifted the size 8 again. It was the best of the lot, maybe slightly narrower than the tunica intima but a few inches longer. Choice made, he selected a contrasting short apron and bonnet.

The combination certainly wasn't authentic. No self respecting Edwardian servant would wear an undergown which barely reached mid-thigh, nor one with a deep round décolletage, let alone a delicately trimmed apron that would be sorely challenged to cover anything above the nipples or below the pubis.

Two more items. Further into the shop, the main one was lying on the glass table where he had seen it when they both visited. The leather was about 1½" broad and as thick as his sturdy motorcycle jacket. At the ends, one metal loop was bare whilst the other held a slim but solid padlock. A thick chain would complete the restraint. Shining brightly in the shop lighting, the chunky metal at the centre of the band said simply:

plaything​

Mike

Andi was still looking from Polly to him and back again. He wasn't sure if she was about to reply or not, but he picked up on something that both women had said in different ways. This could be the key to the whole puzzle. She thought she was undeserving, what were her words?

horrible, not nice

That wasn't the person Mike had got to know over the past four months. What could she possibly be holding inside that painted her self-image in such dark colours?

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"What kind of present? The one I was telling you about, of course," Andi replied to Polly. "That's why I'd probably need you along. I mean, what would Paul think if I went to a studio on my own? But if you're there with me, he'll know nothing happened, that there was no hanky panky just because I was naked. But I don't know where he'd want to hang a portrait. Maybe the bedroom? I mean, it'll be a full length picture so I wanted a big framed print, you know, like an oil painting size? And maybe a set of smaller photos?"

Andi thought for a moment about the other thing Polly had asked about, although Andi could hardly have been clearer.

"But Polly, Paul doesn't realise I'm not like him. I mean, he's always kind and caring and thinking of others and generous, and he loves me despite everything and buys me presents and lets me play and everything. But all I do is think of myself and want sex. I don't cook or mend his clothes or do laundry or clean or any of the things I should, though I did manage to cook tinned soup; did pretty well in fact. Don't you see? He's such a lovely person, and I'm, well, I'm not?"

Andi didn't seem to be making her case very well. She turned to Mike.

"I'm just me. Andi. Insignificant little me. The tea girl. Just an average girl with no experience, no sophistication, no maturity, no life knowledge, nothing to offer him, nothing to keep him. Don't you see? I have nothing that's worth him keeping. I'm scared of when he dumps me."

She didn't know what else to say or how to express herself any better. Despite her face being calm though searching for answers, big fat tears rolled out of her eyes and down her cheeks as she once more faced what terrified her. If Mike and Polly couldn't fix it, she was without hope.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Mike

Andi's clarification added the key words she'd missed in her rushing, tumbling delivery the first time round. He could tell now that what she wanted was to model for a professional photographer and she wanted to do it naked. Paul would like that although it wouldn't be hidden away in the bedroom. No, he would make the portrait an artistic focal point of the lounge, moving the existing furniture and entertainment system if necessary, in order to hang it where it would make the greatest impact.

Mike knew his wife would support Andi as much as she needed, whether that be with advice or with her company at moments when the young girl might lose her nerve. He would do what he could, too. If she needed insights into what pleased Paul, especially the male perspective on matters, he would be there for her.

Polly smiled up reassuringly and nodded as Andi continued.

"He loves me despite everything and buys me presents. All I do is think of myself and want sex. I don't cook or mend his clothes or do laundry or clean or any of the things I should."

The youngster looked towards Mike instead.

"I'm just insignificant little me. An average girl with no experience, no sophistication, no maturity, no life knowledge, nothing to offer him, nothing to keep him. I have nothing that's worth him keeping. I'm scared of when he dumps me."

He returned her gaze, looking deep into her eyes and adding as much tenderness as he could to his words. "He's been alone for too long, simply having you around is good for him. Be yourself, Andi. Be happy, curious, loving, laughing, funny, flirty and sexy. I don't know how you can claim not to clean things and I'm not sure what you think your contribution should be."

Polly chipped in. "He knows how to take care of you both. Let him do that while you bring your love and kisses to the table. He loves being sung to and I know you can do that. Hug him, hold his hand, tell him that you love him."

Mike saw Andi's eyes brimming over. The tears ran down her face and dripped onto the desk.

He reinforced his wife's words. "He fell in love with little Andi the tea girl. None of us expected you to blossom into Miss Swan quite so quickly. Don't try to change anything, keep demanding that he satisfies you and add one more subject to your studies: Why Paul Loves Me."

Polly was just about to add another comment when the three heard the main foyer door slam shut.

"Dry your eyes, Andi. Don't let him know you've been crying again." Mike advised as he reached for his 'phone to resume teasing her with random vibrations of the Lush.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Mike and Polly didn't seem to understand what she was getting at, despite her making it as clear as it was possible to be.

Andi dried her eyes, though she knew full well that Paul would be able to tell she'd been crying. There were three things she had just learned, though.

Sing.

The portrait idea might work, and they'd help her. "Ok, I'll find a studio and see when we're all free, but I need you there, Polly, and Mike too if you can?" Andi said hurriedly before Paul's entrance interrupted them.

Paul had fallen in love with her. He didn't just love her, he was in love with her. Despite her tear-blothchy face, Andi radiated a deeply happy joy and broad smile that was about to unleash on Paul the full brilliance of her very best multi mega watt searchlight grin. Maybe he wasn't going to dump her, after all.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Paul

He felt a little guilty for asking Mike to keep Andi entertained with the Lush. He could have controlled the device at any time on his journey between the two towns, but he knew that wouldn't have been sensible behind the wheel. Walking across the foyer with the extra purchase he had picked up at Boundary Mill on the way back, he wondered what sort of state he would find the three of them in. He hoped his love had lost count of her orgasms.

Paul approached the office door, listening for sounds of girlish giggling or gasps of pleasure. It was ominously silent. He lifted the long dress a little higher, trying not to brush the hem along the dusty floor and forgetting that it was enclosed in a protective sleeve. He hoped that he'd remembered her colour preferences correctly and that the slim, pastel blue gown would be to her liking. The shade had a summertime kind of name, something connected with meadows and sunshine. Bluebell? Elderflower? Ah, yes, that was it: Cornflower.

Nearer still to the portal, Paul's heart lifted as he heard Andi's voice from inside. At first her words were muffled, but when he was right by the door he heard: "I need you there, Polly, and Mike too if you can?"

He didn't enter the room fully, standing in the doorway with his right shoulder and arm still outside. His gaze took in the married couple sat in his chair and the spare, but both on the nearer side of the desk, and Andi perched on the corner still fully dressed. Her eyes held the tell-tale redness and all the joy in his heart flowed away as quickly as her tears must have run recently.

Andrea attempted to smile broadly at Paul, but he wasn't buying it. He would grill Mike for the background later. For now, he'd appear unaware of her emotional upset and play the innocent.

"I can't believe all the doors are unlocked and you're still dressed. Surely you haven't drained the Lush's battery already?"

Mike replied. "I'm not the Bear in the forest. We've been keeping the settings quite low. You would have been trying it near maximum all the time, wearing the poor girl to a frazzle."

"Don't let her con you," Paul replied, "that bloody egg would frazzle before she did. I'm surprised her hot little twat hasn't already hard boiled it."

Polly partly raised an eyebrow at his use of fluent Anglo-Saxon profanity and glanced up to see if Andi had been shocked by it.... especially as it concerned her body.

Paul continued. ""Well as I don't seem to be interrupting anything, jump off that desk and stand up straight."

Once the young woman had complied, Paul stepped fully into the room and held the evening wear up to her neck, allowing the fabric to flow down her front and barely touch her feet.

Perfect, he had got the length exactly right and the size boded well for the maid costume, which still lay wrapped in plain brown paper on the bench seat in the car.

Now would she like the bold style of the luxurious garment? He pictured it three-dimensionally rather than simply held against her. A deep V formed by the two broad bands, separating just above her umbilicus to cover her breasts and continuing to encircle her neck and join behind. No back above the waist and not much to speak of at the sides. Tight across the lower half of her flat tummy and her slender hips, emphasising the firm curves of her athletic bum, falling with just a slight flare to the ground, but not constricting because of the slash which went from the outside midpoint of her thigh to the hemline.

Would he have to tell her that, like the tunica intima, this was going to be her only covering? There would be accessories, her velvet Kitten collar for instance, matching shoes and clutch bag, but only this thin layer to provide the required public decency.

He didn't speak those thoughts, all that he said was, "For Johanna's Christmas Ball."

It was left to Polly to understand Andi's bewilderment. "The Lady Lieutenant of Yorkshire."

"Well don't just stand there, I'm sure you're dying to try it on."