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2084 (by Eve Adorer)
Chapter 1 – Le Rosbif
England 2084.
It was a warm sunny day in April, and the clocks were chiming nineteen
It had been a twelve-hour long, long tiring day on her toes for Amanda: along tiring day entirely literally on the top-tip-top-tip of her big toes.
Amanda Heavensent wore the uniform of the "Le Rosbif" roadside restaurantchain, a new favourite drop-in for the tired travelling salesgirls and truckdriveresses, who knew they could rest their bleary eyes on the exceptionallypretty girls that waited table whilst they, weary travellers, sat sipping thecaffeine they needed to fuel them for the next two-fifty kilometres of highway.
With her idea for this chain of beef-n'-bread fast food outlets, now three-yearssince established, Elspeth Zanori had made the blue-bordered "frame-of-fame" as'Tempus' magazine's businessgirl of the year. The article inside went on andon about the philosophy of the chain being different to its, as yet, betterknown rivals, omitting to say, perhaps out of political correctness, that thereal difference of the Le Rosbif chain, was its waitresses, guaranteed-to-bestunningly pretty, and the uniforms the carefully selected lovely girls wore.
Many of the waitresses wore their uniform warily and wearily. Compulsorilycompletely naked beneath their short-sleeved elongated, crimson, figure-huggingtee-shirt-cum-dresses, with nothing else allowed to be worn, bare legged, andwearing heelless tiptoe shoes on which they were constantly ballerinered atoptheir ballet-shoes' steel-capped squared-off toes, the compelling sight ofthe young girls Le Rosbif employed was now being enjoyed by businesswomen alongthe whole highway-chain of the British mainland.
Many of the waitresses wore their uniform warily and wearily, but Amanda'soutstanding attractiveness continued to show in her ready and genuine smileand the spellbinding eye contact she made with her customers, even when hercustomers' eyes had invariably just run the amazing length of Amanda's stunninglyshapely legs, and stopped off at the full firmness of Amanda's stupendous mountainous40DD bosom, rolling enticingly excitingly freely, because completely unrestrainedand unencumbered, before meeting the bright twinkling pitch-dark-brown glory,of Amanda's shining orbs, sparkling with her pride at her girlness and herknowledge of her girlness, and her knowledge that her girlness was taking hercustomers breath away.
At table, taking customers' orders, Amanda's very pretty hand, with whollyimpractical perfectly girlacured fingernails, would rise to aside a wisp ofdark-brown near-black negress' curled-within-curls-within-curls hair, on thesoftest complexioned face, near-black hair so much in compliment to Amanda'sbeautiful unfathomably-unfathomable, devastatingly-dark, bottomlessly-deepbrown eyes, as she curtsied to her customers and musically prettily, with anatural loving giggle restrained, stylus and electronic notepad to the fore,asked with sincere attention and willing longing to please, what her customerswished to order.
Amanda was dynamite: TNT: a totally natural temptress, with the loveliestpert negress' constant come-on-then-kiss-me-it-is-what-I-was-created-for lipseven in their repose, and glorious flawless coffee-brown flesh. She was usedto being admired and knew she deserved to be admired. Sometimes Amanda wouldlook up at you and her smiling eyes, pupils huge black wide, were deep poolsof darkness into which you longed to dive down and drown, till she loweredher laser gaze, knowing she was burning your heart, and not wanting to searyou irremediably.
Nineteen-year-old Amanda would then turn and naturally wiggle to the kitchen,all-too aware that her barely covered derrière, nude beneath her barelyconcealing heaven-high hem, and her superb brown bare firm calves and strongbrown thighs, were stirring staring which she would sometimes turn her headto smile back at her devastated customers to thank them for.
Sometimes a wolf-whistle would split the air as Amanda disappeared with anorder, and a subconscious extra-wide snake would then wriggle her all-girlgait.
Amanda was proud of her beauty. Her fitness was eminently evident. Her legsshowed she was in-shape and that shape was fully fulsome felinely feminine.Amanda's legs were the transport of a delight, and transports of delight, withwonderful strong thighs and stretched softly smoothly muscular calves fromher tiptoed erectness. Amanda's slim upper arms showed only the hint of a hintof a hint of a hint of bicep, from her weightlifting to keep herself trim:just the hint of a hint of a hint of a hint, for Amanda was pure full carved,full curved, girl.
And sometimes she must wipe the tables or bend to table a loaded tray. AndLe Rosbif's company policy that all waitresses must be hygienically shaved,embarrassed many of her fellow-waitresses less certain of their evident charmsthan Amanda, who anyway today wore a tiny woollen panty-cinch, a round-profiledstrip of white wool, sopped crimson, dividing her love-lips: a cinch into whichher menstrual blood was seeping, as her customers were peeping when she bentto flash heaven: straight-legged-bending-at-the-waist, so her tee-shirt-dressmust ride up off her underneath nudeness, as: "no bending at the knee exceptin the courtesy of a curtsy" was also strict Le Rosbif company policy for itswaitresses.
Amanda was a summer vacation student: a brilliantly-brained beauty studyingtheoretical mathematics and astrophysics at Camford University. Le Rosbif andits rigid rules were Amanda's way of paying her university fees, now that allgirl students had to pay their own way; all state subsidies and loans for girlshaving been abolished by the new government as a money saving measure.
This was no ordinary waitressing. Working for Le Rosbif had its risks, asAmanda full well knew. Any girl who worked for Le Rosbif had to sign, and havedouble-witnessed, a contract. The contract was extremely onerous, but threemonth's pay at Le Rosbif would fund a whole year's college tuition, and whathad a girl as naturally beautiful as Amanda to fear of some silly contractualsub-clauses: indeed sub-clauses of sub-clauses which there must be cause toquestion the legality of in any case?
So Amanda would have to show off her sensational body. What was so wrongwith that in these post-feminist times for goodness sake? Amanda was very proudof her physical beauty. Amanda had everything to be proud of, and every rightto be proud of it.
"I hope my services were satisfactory to you madam", whispered the dark-panda-patched-under-lower-eye-lidded,pale-from-the-pain–of-her-heavy-period, lovely Amanda, as she stood tiptoedat the pay-till having bobbed a sexy thighy curtsy to her customer, with adip of her stupendously lovely legs: Amanda a supreme girl undergoing the extremeof the monthly burning endorsement confirmatory of her red-hot, literally red,literally hot, paprika-hot femininity.
Her clear-eyed smile was devastating and unwavering even as her customerslid over the DVD she had decided to add to her bill.
Amanda knew full well what the DVD showed. It was the latest to be issuedby Le Rosbif. Amanda knew what it showed, and yet her smile never wavered itsgloriously sweet and winning sincerity and shyness, as she passed the DVD overthe bar-mark reader.
"Please score me out of ten on the secret keypad madam" Amanda's honey-smileand girly-giggle mezzo-soprano voice invited irresistibly.
She, her customer had called in every day for the past ten, to ensure shewas served by Amanda and could score her out of ten. And every day this customerhad bought a DVD so that she now had the full set.
Amanda must have suspected lust and yet, though overwhelmingly lovingly charmingto this regular customer, as was her pure nature, she had never once soughtto be familiar with her, as for waitresses to be familiar with the customerswas not allowed under Le Rosbif company policy.
And so once more this regular customer thought Amanda ten-billion-out-of-ten,and scored Amanda nought-out-of-ten and, knowing it was the end of her shift,waited in her car outside and watched for her to wiggle out, still in uniform,to the lucky girl in the open-top sports car who would peck Amanda on lipsthat honey could not out-taste, with the perfunctory greeting manner adoptedby those fully familiar, because in a long-term relationship, and thus notneeding to display in public the passion they could enjoy at any time of theirchoosing, in the privacy of a bedroom…..Amanda's lucky girlfriend.
…………
"What is your name"?
"Amanda Heavensent miss"
"How old are you Amanda?"
"Nineteen miss"
This was it. This was the DVD Amanda's regular customer of the past two-weekshad really wanted. It had taken two-months to get her there. The poor kid musthave thought she was safe. She was so naturally lovely and worked so very hardto please. The shock to her of finding that the "secret customers", all twentyof them now gathered to enjoy the DVD, had anonymously unanimously scored hera consistent nought-out-of-ten over a three-month period, must have devastatedthe poor girl.
Under the scheme installed at Le Rosbif, all customers voted if they choseto. But, when so pre-arranged, only the secret customers' votes counted. Ordinarycustomers knew this not. The professional customers had a code they put intothe voting machine, to make it count all votes or only the 'secret customer'inputs. One 'secret customer' company had Le Rosbif on its books. All twentyof its female fellows, toured the country and visited restaurants and barsto mark the girls for their performance in servile subservience. Le Rosbifwas not their only contract, but Amanda had made it by far their favourite.
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"Have you ever been fucked by a boy or boys Amanda"
"Y..yes miss" Amanda whispered hanging her head in adorable embarrassment.Her voice echoing from the speakers surrounding the full-room-size 3-D hologram-cine-cubein which the secret customer conclave sat, as the DVD was projecting.
"Speak up bitch. Have you ever been fucked by a boy or boys?"
"Yes miss" Amanda tearful-eyed exquisitely lovely answered, her adorablyconstant-kiss-proffering lips quivering with fear as well as excruciating embarrassment.
"When were you first fucked by a boy: how old were you?"
"Th…th….thirteen miss"
"You were only thirteen when you had your first fucking?!"
"…………yes……"
"Speak up whore!"
"Yes miss"
Amanda's tears were welling at the precipice of her outstandingly stunningbrown eyes.
"Did he fuck your mouth, your bum, your slit, or all three?"
"My ……….my………my slit miss"
"Did you enjoy it slut?"
"N…….no….no miss"
"Why didn't you enjoy it you little whore?"
"Because it hurt me and made me bleed miss"
"Had you been a virgin?"
"Y,,,y…yes miss….."
A cheer went up from the conspirators, the twenty girls of 'Your Secret CustomerInc', who presently had employment in the enjoyment of the joy of watchingthe stunning Amanda, no boy she, oh boy, squirm as she answered her interrogatoresswhilst they secretly secreted into their pretty panties at her supreme eroticstunningness.
The dutiful hostess, re-charged her guests' glasses with wine: wine as redas Amanda's recent menstrual streak, now passed and past till it would needto pour again when the moon's cycle and hers would return to their coincidentphase, and nature once more necessitate her endorsing her femininity with acrimson red sealing signature, signifying her undoubted and undoubtable puregirlity.
"Have you ever had a cock up your bum?"
"No! miss No!!" Amanda was in tears now, serial droplets of nectar trickleddown the supreme softness of her sweet cheeks, her bountifully abundantly hugebare breasts unselfconsciously heaved and bobbled with and after a supremelyerotic sob.
"Would you like to have a cock up your bum Amanda?"
"No!! No……please miss ……..no"
"Answer the question you fucking whore, or you will only make it worse foryourself! Would you like to have a cock up that perfect bum you are showingto us all?"
"No miss"
"Have you ever had your mouth fucked?"
"N…n…….no miss!"
"How many boyfriends have you had sex with, you fucking tart?"
"F…f….four miss"
"You are only nineteen and you have already had four boyfriends fuck you?"
"Yes miss"
"How many times a week were you fucked by them, you slag?"
"I don't know miss. Please miss………" Amanda hung herhead in deep down shame.
"How many times whore?"
"T…t…two or th…th….three…more sometimesmiss" Amanda innocently fetchingly sweetly sobbed.
"So, how many times all told have you been fucked by boys Amanda, you filthyslut?"
"Please miss………..I don……..I don't knowmiss. Oh please don't make me do this!" Amanda pleaded with all her lovelymight.
"You were told to work it out before coming on camera, whore!"
"Nine. Nine or so. Nine-hundred: a thousand, about….. about a thousandmiss"
"How many whore?!"
"Nine-hundred times miss…about miss……..about nine-hundred,or a thousand miss" Amanda's tears of shame ran in rivulets from the eyes ofan angel.
"You are only nineteen and have already been fucked one-thousand times?"
Amanda simply sobbed.
The secret assessors wolf-whistled and jeered the adorable beauty and thoughteven one-thousand times less than the thousand-million full thorough fucksa girl as stunning as Amanda deserved.
"You now live with another girl do you not?"
"Yes miss"
"Is the other girl you live with, your lover?"
"Yes miss"
Again the secret -shoppers whooped and whistled and cheered the stunningbeauty.
"Her boyfriend shares me", Amanda answered without being asked.
"Her boyfriend does what?!"
"He shares me miss"
"You sleep with them both?"
"Yes miss"
"Both at the same time?"
"Yes miss"
"They both fuck you?"
"Y..yes miss" Amanda held her head up proudly, but her face and gorgeouseyes showed her humiliating shame.
"The boyfriend fucks your bum doesn't he Amanda? Doesn't he?!"
Amanda's gloriously massively huge, wholly holy, firm breasts, rolled andswayed with her sobs.
"Yes miss"
"And you like it up your bum don't you Amanda?"
Amanda sobbed once more………..
"You have a supremely lovely bum Amanda……….."
"Yes………" Amanda all but whispered.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I………I like my bum….."
"Say it Amanda, you fucking lying whore, say it damn you!"
"I like having my bum fucked miss"
Amanda hung her chin on her chest, her near-noir hair hanging a soft gentlecurtain of curls to hide her needless shame. A stunningly beautiful healthygirl with an appetite for the lovemaking she was created for and deserved,including worship from the parting of her heavenly frontal altar, steepledby her legs, and the division of the smooth cathedralic domes of her sensationallysensuous rear temple, made to feel soiled and shamed as she had no need ofbeing or of being.
And clear on the DVD, a telltale sheen on the lips of Amanda's nude-shavenslit told of a new worship: a new love: this a shock to the simply stunninggirl.
Elspeth Zanori had the pick of which superb girls would work in her restaurantchain. A girl could starve in the streets these days unless she could findsomething, anything, to give her a wage. This DVD of the totally nude Amanda,was watched, over and over by the secret-customer girls. It had been Amanda'sjob interview recorded by and in front of Elspeth herself. The DVDs of thesecruel interrogations, showing the depths to which the girls employed at LeRosbif had to lower themselves to get the work they were simply desperate for,were another popular feature of the restaurant chain. From this interview,could there ever have been any doubt that Elspeth would choose to employ Amanda?
…………….
The "trick" played on Amanda was collaborative not only within 'Your SecretCustomer Inc' but with Elspeth Zanori the founder of the Le Rosbif chain herself.
Elspeth had visited the Highway 84 - Glasgow - Le Rosbif Cabin to check forherself, and deliver the scores from the customers that the eager girls wereso keen to hear. The prospect of the painful punishments written into the contractsthey had been obliged to sign, if they did not wish to starve, was a high incentivefor the obedient subservience of the lovely and charming young women on LeRosbif's books.
Employment was now almost impossible for a girl to find. Just recently, exceptfor those already thus employed, truck driving and travelling sales had beenremoved from the list of jobs allowed them.
The work choices for girls had gone back two centuries. Most girls now wentinto service, working in the homes of wealthy women as cooks, maids, and skivvies.Others found work such as waitressing, or as live window-display models.
Overpopulation was one cause of all this. In 2084 Britain, there were notenough jobs for the population. Legislating to abolish the right for girlsto be employed in specific named sectors of the economy, had been the acceptedcure that most appealed to the electorate.
It had started small and spread. Now there was almost no job answering tothe description "worthwhile career" that a girl could enter. One escape wasfor girls to gain a good degree and join the migrants to less densely populated,brainpower-hungry countries, such as China and India. But, with the ban onemployment for girls, by now covering ninety percent of the British economy,had come the question concerning the worth of allowing girls to go to university,and the consequent decision that women would no longer be allowed state fundingfor college.
There was talk that the Assembly had "massaged" the figures for the referendaunder which these decisions had been made. The Phallus Party, with its arrow-atop-a-circlewithin-a-circle armbands, had taken over just after the financial crash inthe late 2020s, and the subsequent collapse of the old ruling regime.
Though in her mid-seventies now, Adele Halter, with her boyish short-croppedhair and that infuriating fringe that would flop onto her forehead when shewas ranting about some perceived evil, still stomped around political platformsin her six-inch heeled knee-high boots, and her black leather army-style uniform,in what many considered a very un-British way.
But the British were always amused by the chance to 'let some idiot get onwith government whilst they got on with their lives', and the economy had pickedup again. After all, there was now full-employment for men and boys. And soAdele had just been re-elected, four years since, with another massive Assemblymajority.
Okay, Adele, or 'The Leader' as she insisted upon being known, was rumouredto have stashed millions of dollars in Switzerland, from bribes given to herby the overwhelmingly male populated British upper-classes: bribes paid toensure that men got the cream of all that was going in the economy. But peaceand quiet and the end to the ninety-five percent unemployment that had followedthe 2029 Wall Street crash, were Adele's achievement, as she never failed anopportunity to remind her country, and a sixth consecutive ten-year term ofoffice, her reward.
Elspeth Zanori, entrepreneur of the year, prided herself that she was a goodgirlager. Having an original business idea was another way out for women in2084. The laws against girls working could not cover a business that was yetto be created. If one knew the right people, money in the right direction couldalso ensure your business remained free. Elspeth had been lucky. Her motherhad left her money and a mansion. Elspeth backed herself to build the Le Rosbifrestaurant chain, she did not need to risk her request for backing-money beingturned down by a bank.
Elspeth Zanori, entrepreneur of the year, prided herself that she was a goodgirlager. She took Amanda aside, and let the poor child sit, after she hadnearly fainted, when being at first completely stunned by a score of zero forher three months of working as a waitress.
"I'm afraid that………let me just check……….yes,its here…….no…..here: that's it. Yes….. yes…… well…..right………yes….readingit again to be sure Amanda, summary dismissal or one-hundred lashes, the choiceis yours. If you want the job………well………..ifyou want to keep the job and get the pay……….there'd beno pay if you were dismissed………if you want the job mylove…..one-hundred……….it has to be on your barebody of course with a six-stranded barbed-wire whip……." Elspethspoke this quietly and gently to the horrified and now terrified nineteen-year-old,whose tears flooded as she sobbed uncontrollably inconsolably.
"I did my best…….." was just audibly coherent among the sadsobs and cries and moans of the devastated Amanda "I did my best………..".
"I'm prepared to whip you myself" Elspeth comforted, as if such words, nomatter how kindly and gently spoken could be of any consolation.
A loud moan of despair came from the poor would-be continuation student.
Elspeth let this carry on. From her selfish viewpoint, Elspeth had good reasonto let it continue.
A while passed this way, with Amanda consciously making an effort to controlher pretty tears, knowing her choice was between the end of her universitydreams, or a savage life-threatening whipping.
Then, quietly………"Amanda, as it happens, I have a vacancyfor a personal maid", Elspeth casually let out, as if in sympathy for poorAmanda's dreadful plight.
Amanda's sobs settled momentarily, and she half listened.
"There would be no pay, but you would have a roof over your head and regulargood food to eat. You would have to give up your lovers of course. I will nothave my maids indulging in, let alone enjoying sex. Measures would be takento ensure you remained completely and utterly chaste at all times. I neverever allow any infringement or indiscipline, especially, and above all, theexecrable vileness of masturbation……….."
Amanda sobbed. And then, "Please miss", she pleaded with tear-filled terrifiedbloodshot eyes………….
"……..Am I to understand that you wish the vacancy to be yours?" Elspethenquired, trying hard to hide the hint of welcome victory from her voice.
"If you will have me miss……." Amanda gulped, wiping away hertears with lovely long supremely flexible forefingers, and the contrastinglywhite insides of her gorgeously soft brown hands.
"I will never recall the name 'Amanda' and indeed see no reason why I should.My last umpteen personal maids answered to the name 'Mary', I think it wasthe name of the first of them…..or the one before her, or even the onebefore her………..It doesn't matter which or what does it?You'll answer to 'Mary' from now on, and you will address me at all times as'my lady' is that clearly understood?" Elspeth asserted with enjoyment hiddenin her gentle intonation.
"Yes my lady", Amanda's lovely mezzo-soprano intoned, with sexy delight forthe hearer being unavoidable from this highest pleasure treasure of nature,in her mere breathing of but these three simple words.
"Good Mary. You will come with me right now" Elspeth concluded.
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