I must look nice while I am privileged to serve." Themantras rambled in my flat, white, lacy head over and over again, aseries of short songs that wo...ld not go away.Late that night, the blouse vanished. It was dark in the room, onlyhints of light filtering in as the full moon looked into the bedroomwindow. Someone else was very close, my sense of smell appearing to begrowing as my other senses dimmed. Then I saw his face as he lowered itto me. His mouth seemed to attach my face. It looked. WE finished our work by six and then headed towards that place. I was dressed in my trademark tight stretch pants in white color and an equally tight off shoulder top that hugged my breasts like second skin. All the women were envious of my figure and my clothes while all the men were ogling at me with ill-concealed lust. I chose to ride with my Boss Mr. Sen in his Optra car. Mr. Sen had his eyes for me for a long time and now he was very happy when I asked him if I could ride with him. We were. I apologized furiously, and she giggled at my obsequiousness, and patted me on the shoulder. My arms gave out and my torso fell the rest of the way, only slightly dinging my cranium on the stone. She bent over to kiss the back of my head, then walked out of the throne room, her heels clicking against the stone floor, giving a slight sigh of sexual pleasure and satisfaction when she was far enough away that she thought I couldn’t hear, though I heard it clear as a bell. Lucy clicked her way. After finishing the first two songs Jessie stepped forward in her own gown and introduced the song and informed the audience of its origins. Jessie then launched into the number that included some awesome backing vocals coming from behind her and some amazing guitar rifts coming from the musicians just off to the side.Just as Jessie was taking a breath to move into the final phase of the piece she pulled a little cord that held her Pageant gown around her neck. That little cord quickly unfurled.