Sunday Evening’s Debauchery

Chapter Eight

Mr. Muller

I escort Catrin and Emma outside and watch as they pull away. As I head back in, I give a nod to the security guard at the receptionist desk. I’ve been so busy with Catrin I haven’t done any walk throughs to make sure everything was running smoothly. I am not too worried, as my staff are well trained.

I enter the ballroom and see that most people are gone, except for a few small groups. It is almost 01:00, and that is when the event finishes. Most people leave sooner as it is a Sunday night, and they would have to be to work on Monday. I personally, take my Mondays off unless there is an important issue that needs to be dealt with.

When I couldn’t find a decent club that hosted orgies, I decided to host my own. It started with a small group of friends, and Sunday was the best time for all of us. After some time, someone would bring a friend, and then that friend would bring a friend, and so on. I didn’t bother changing the day or time it started, as no one complained about it. Soon I had to get a larger accommodation to host everyone, and to ensure that people where safe, I decided to hire a security team. I didn’t mind at all. More people more fun. I am a man who has a high libido and can often join in multiple groups throughout the night.

I start to walk around the floor, but my mind was preoccupied with Catrin and how good she felt. I see the security team walk up to the people, who are still hear, and ask them to leave as it was now 01:00. I also notice Robert was wiping the bar down and putting away the glasses. I must have been day dreaming, as the time went by so fast. I help the staff finish up and walk them to door. Once everyone is gone, I lock the door and head up to my living courters.

Once in my living courters, I locked the door. Though this whole place is mine, I have multiple staff who have keys and access to the main door. As I will often rent out the ballroom, and the staff would need to prep and prepare for the events. I also do a lot of my business here, as the other half of the third floor is my office. I originally never locked my personal door as no one is allowed up here. I made it clear that the third floor is off limits to the staff unless specified, but Roxie is the one whom made me start locking it.

When I first hired Roxie to work for me, she was pleasant and seemed to be extremely grateful for the job. Like most of my staff, I gave Roxie an invitation to events I host. For a while, I did nothing with her. Even though she has attempted to be with me. After she has attended a few Sunday events she was in one of the groups I was in, and I f****d her. I didn’t find her to be particularly good, but rather found her to be annoying and forgettable. She would often try too hard and come off as excessively obnoxious. She reminded me of a bad acting porno.

After the second time I f****d her, she took it as an invitation to welcome herself to my personal quarters. I was quite shocked being woken up to her trying to crawl into bed with me. I sat her down and re-explained to her that s*x at the debauchery is no string attached, and that I did not want a relationship with her. She was upset for a while, but soon recovered. It wasn’t until after that I started to see her nasty side come out, when she thought I wasn’t watching.

I started to avoid the same group she would be in, though there were a couple times where she would wait for me to be engaged in a group and then quietly join. She seemed to be only focused on me and ignore the rest of the group. I began scheduling her to work at the reception, but she came to me and asked if she could attend the event. I should have told her no, but instead I compromised and agreed to only schedule her to work during the day. Hoping it would deter her from joining in the evening. Sometimes she would show and sometimes she wouldn’t. Today she didn’t and I was glad. On the days she attended, I would often excuse myself from the group, if she joined, with the excuse that I needed to do a round. She hasn’t tried to join into any, or outright, make a move on me in a while. Though I have caught her staring at me.

It is now close to 02:30 and my mind is still restless with the thoughts of Catrin and how buxom she is. I decide to go take a shower. I kept thinking of her ample, perky t**s and how hard they got when I started sucking them. Though, I didn’t get to see her p***y as she didn’t want me to remove her dress. I could tell she was shy. As to not push my luck, I didn’t push her dress up to look. Instead, I just felt my way around. I could feel that her ass was nicely toned, as when I pulled her cheeks a part they sprang back with a little bounce. Her p***y was so plump and tetanizing.

I was starting to get hard again thinking about her. I was once again back in the shower with a hard-on. I began to massage the tip of my d**k while thinking how tight and wet Catrin’s p***y was. The look of shock on her face as I pushed myself inside her. I am larger than the average size d**k, and by the surprised looked on her face, I could tell she has never been with a man of my size. I couldn’t help myself and continued to pump her, not giving her the time to adjust. I was being greedy with her p***y. I started vigorously stroking my shaft with my other hand. I replayed how Catrin came in my mind. How my moan seemed to push her over the edge. How her legs trapped me in place, and her barely audible moan. I came again, with a groan of satisfaction. I let the tingles slowly fading away before I open my eyes. This woman as bewitched me.

Catrin

Monday morning came too fast. It felt as if I just shut my eyes and my alarm started going off. I threw the blankets off from me and drag myself to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. I like my coffee sweet and milky. Emma often jokes that I like a little coffee with my milk.

I take a quick shower, as I was just too exhausted to take one when I got home last night. I dress myself in a regular pair of blue jeans and an oversize t-shirt. I blow dry my hair and throw it up in a messy bun. I down the rest of my coffee and grab a cherry scone I bought a couple days ago. It’s gone stale but I eat it anyways. It’s either that, or go without breakfast, and I was starving from not really eating dinner last night.

Last night came flooding back to my mind. Oh, my goodness! I can’t believe I went to an orgy and had s*x with Mr. Muller. I then remember that he needs a cleaner for today! Part of me wants to be the cleaner that goes, but another part of me doesn’t. What if he is there? What would I say to him? How should I act?

I pull into Mary’s Maids parking spot and start walking up to the group of other cleaners. Emma is already there, and chatting away as if she wasn’t just at an orgy last night. Me on the other hand, probably looks exhausted.

“Hey, Cat!” She calls out to me. I walk over to her, and she hands me a to-go cup of coffee. “I thought you would need this.” She says as she gives me a wink and continues with her conversation. She was right. I didn’t know I needed a second cup of coffee until I had a sip of it. She must have had the barista add a hint of vanilla. My favorite.

Mary comes out and starts to explain to the other cleaners of our new contract. She doesn’t give anything away of what is held there. I blush a little thinking about it. She then starts to give out who is going where and what time.

Today isn’t too busy, so I get teamed up with Emma. We usually get paired together. We have two of our regular houses to clean this morning, then at noon we have to meet up with Sarah and Jenny to go to StoneyRidge. I hope Mr. Muller won’t be there today. It will be way to awkward if he is.

Emma and I grab the keys to one of Mary’s cleaning vans, and head to our first house. It was a normal house that belong to a husband and wife who have three kids. No one is there, as the husband and wife are at work and the kids are at school. We let ourselves in with the spare key the wife gave us. I drop down all the cleaning stuff we carried in and got to work.

The second house was similar to the first, and we finished our first two houses a little after 10:30. Leaving us an hour and a half to kill. We decided to go to the local diner and get some lunch.

“You hoping to see Mr. Muller today?” Emma ask me.

“What?! Why would you ask that?” I answer her question with a question.

"Cat, please! I saw you with him last night. Not that I was watching, but I didn’t see you at the bar. So, I looked around for you to make sure you were okay, and I must say that you seemed to be doing a bit better than okay at the time.” She says with a smile. I could die! I am so embarrassed. I felt my cheeks heating up. “No need to be embarrassed, Cat. I am happy for you. I am glad that you were having fun.”

“Oh. Umm. I don’t know if I want to see him today.” I tell her with honesty. “I feel like it will be weird.”

“It will only be weird if you make it weird.” She says to me. “I know it’s easier said than done, but just act like last night never happened. Put in your mind that the last interaction you had with him was yesterday after we got done cleaning.” She says like it is the most natural thing.

“I’ll try. Is that what you do?” I ask her.

“Yep.” She says simply.

We talk more about random things as we eat. It is getting close to 12:00, so I go pay for the meal, as it was my turn to pay. We take turns on treating each other out. It is something we have done for the longest time. We get in the van and start to head back to the shop to meet up with Sarah and Jenny.