The Weird Task

Vivian took off her clothes and wig and laid them neatly on one of the chairs in front of the large desk. Then she wore the new wig she’d been given before donning the mask.

Finally, she swapped her shoes for the Loubs, and she was good to go. There was no mirror in the room, so she couldn’t check out herself before leaving.

The six-inch heels elevated her 5-foot 11inches frame, making her look extra tall. Her natural, full D-cup boobs towered proudly above her flat belly. Vivian’s tiny waist, wide hips, and pert bum created a perfect hourglass shape.

I’m a whole package! She thought proudly. It still amazed her why she was single. Men should be lining up to date her. This thought made her giggle aloud.

Convinced that she’d nailed the first phase of her task, Vivian strutted out of the office and into the hallway. As instructed, she approached the third room on the right and halted in her tracks when she saw the place.

The wall of the boardroom was made of transparent glass. Inside, there were twelve men dressed in suits sitting on either side of the long table, six on each side.

Oscar sat at the head of the table facing them. They all had sheets of paper on the table in front of them and appeared to be having a meeting.

Vivian wasn’t sure what next to do – was she supposed to walk into the room stark naked and interrupt the meeting or what? Oscar hadn’t mentioned anything about people being in the boardroom. What was she supposed to do now?

She sighed, squared her shoulders, and stepped forward. When she pushed the door open and entered the boardroom, it was as if she was invincible. The meeting continued without a pause.

The men kept on speaking without missing a beat. For some weird reason, Vivian was turned on by the whole setup. She suspected that this wasn’t the first time these guys would have this sort of meeting.

Her confidence grew with each passing second. She slowly sashayed around the room, watching the men discuss business with all seriousness as if she wasn’t there. They were all young men, good-looking and well put together.

After finishing her sexy patrol, Vivian catwalked to the far end of the room where the minibar was situated. With her back to the men, she could feel their eyes on her as she began to pour the drinks.

Vivian knew what the game was by now. When she’s around them, they ignore her and pretend she’s not there. But when she turned around, they got an eyeful of her beautiful body and maybe wank a little under the table. It was so naughty yet erotic.

As she poured the drink from the decanter into the thirteen glasses laid out on a silver tray, Vivian bent a little to give the guys a little show. She knew her pussy was showing from the back and that was the whole point.

She could feel herself getting moist between her legs, her heart beating fast and her mind imagining all sorts of wild things these guys could do to her. When she was done pouring the drinks, she carried the tray over to the meeting table.

Vivian served the guys one by one, starting with Oscar. As she put his drink on the table, she intentionally rubbed her boobs on his arm, hoping for a reaction, but he ignored her.

His indifference turned her on even more, and she wished he would just grab her and fuck her brains out right there on the table in front of everyone. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen, so she simply carried on with her task and served the others before sashaying out of the room.

When she got back to Oscar’s office, her money was already laid out on the desk in a small white envelope. Although Vivian was disappointed that the billionaire didn’t have sex with her as she’d hoped, she was glad to have gotten her payment for doing almost nothing.

She took off her scanty costume, put on her clothes, and left the office. And then she rode the elevator to the first floor, where the butler was waiting to accompany her to the garage.

The same Range Rover that had brought her there was waiting for her. The driver was already at the wheel, so he started the car immediately after she sat down and drove her out of the estate.

Everything was so coordinated properly that Vivian knew for certain that this was a routine that they were all accustomed to.

As she was driven back to Momma D’s place, Vivian wondered if this would be her only encounter with the freaky billionaire.

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Momma D sounded excited two days later when she called Vivian on the phone. It turned out that the billionaire wanted to see her again.

“This has never happened before,” Momma D said happily. “He never requests the same girl twice. You must have done something right for him to want you back for a second meeting!”

Vivian laughed. “We didn’t even have sex. The guy is a weirdo.”

“Who cares?” Momma D Snapped. “He pays good money, and that’s all that matters.”

She was right. Vivian had gotten a whole ten grand for just walking around butt-naked and serving a bunch of Pervs drinks in a boardroom.

She’d even considered quitting after getting that job because the payout had been quite generous. If she invested all the money she had made so far wisely, she wouldn’t go broke anytime soon.

But she was getting invited to the billionaire’s place again, and that could mean another ten thousand bucks. Phew! The offer was too sweet to refuse.

“When?” She asked Momma D.

“Tonight. Wear something very sexy.”

Five hours later, Vivian was strutting into Oscar’s futuristic mansion again. She was dressed in a deep green floor-length Versace dress with two crotch-high slits in front.

The tiny straps of the dress were made of small shiny beads, and the crisscrossing neckline tastefully revealed her ample bosom. She’d opted for a honey-colored waist-long straight wig with blonde highlights.

Her makeup was bright, and some Christian Dior jewelry blinged on her neck and wrists. Her silver Fendi stilettos matched her mini Gucci clutch.

Vivian knew she looked like a celebrity arriving at a red-carpet event, and her confidence was through the roof.

This time around, her host met her at the front door. She could tell that he was impressed by her appearance just by the way his eyes lit up the moment he saw her.

“Wow,” he said with a grin. “You look breathtaking.”

“Thank you,” she smiled.

“Please come in,” he said politely and ushered her in.

Unlike the previous time, he led her down the hall past the living room and into a bedroom. It was sparsely decorated and looked like a place that was rarely used.

“I have guests tonight,” he informed her, “and we will be having dinner in a few minutes. The dining room is on the left, beside the kitchen.”

“Ok.”

“Take off everything you’re wearing except your wig and grab a mask from the wardrobe over there to wear. Once you’re dressed, you can come to join us. You have five minutes. Please don’t keep us waiting.”

Vivian groaned. “Another naked waitressing thing?” She asked.

Oscar smiled mischievously. “You’ll see,” he said.

“How is that even fun for you?”

His smile faltered. “You don’t have to do this, you know. I’d still pay you if you choose to leave now.”

She was touched by his concern for her feelings. “Nah, I wasn’t complaining. I was just curious about how you get off on this… you know, unusual style of sexual enjoyment.”

“Well, you know what they say. Different strokes for different folks.”

“Right,” she agreed.

“See you in five minutes?”

“Sure.”

He left the room, and Vivian got busy with undressing. She felt a twinge of disappointment that his guests didn’t get to see her in her bomb-ass outfit before she stripped.

She opened the wardrobe and chose a glossy black full-face masquerade mask with metallic detailing around the edges. She padded barefoot to the full-length mirror in the room to check herself out, and she immediately understood why Oscar loved doing this.

There was something intensely erotic about seeing a naked woman whose identity was hidden behind a mask. She could be anyone, and that mystery heightened the excitement of this charade.

As he’d explained, she made her way towards the kitchen, then diverted to the opposite room. She opened the tall double doors and entered the dining room.

The room was dimly lit and filled with the same young men from the board meeting two days ago. They were all dressed in tuxedos and chatting casually while sipping from their wine glasses.

Vivian didn’t know what to do, so she remained where she stood. This time, though, the men didn’t ignore her. Instead, she received appreciative looks from them as they admired her naked body.

“Go and lie down on the table,” a woman said from behind her.