Lucky lotto chapter 9

Lucky Lotto
Chapter 9

I spent over an hour and a half rubbing lotion into Steve's and Sara's backs, buttocks, legs and feet as they layed naked side by side on the king size bed. I was asked to alternate between them so there were no long delays between my massaging hands pampered their various body parts.

They kissed for a while and then took a short nap as I massaged them and then when I had made my way to their feet they woke up and Sara said "that was very nice sweety, those massage classes Kim baught you really paid off, I'll have to thank her tomarrow when I see her"

" I didn't know Kim was comming tomarrow" I replied while working the lotion in between her toes. "oh, did I forget to tell you, Katy and Mark are flying in and are going to spend a couple of days here" my massaging fingers stopped instantly, Katy was Sara's evil sister, she was two years older than Sara and we never got along. She thaught of me as a total wimp and never could understand why Sara had married me.

Kim admired her aunt and my early domestic servitude to Kim and Sara came at Katy's urging as she encouraged Sara to have me do most of the domestic chores around the house saying maids work suited me. Kim was stilla young teenager when Katy married Mark who was a fairly wealthy stock broker and they moved to New York city, I was thrilled to see he leave town but Kim was sad afterall it was at Katy's urging that I had become responsible for cleaning her room, doing many of her homework assignments and chauffering her and her friends around.

While most of her friends had normal household chores to do, Kim lived like a spoiled princess mostly due to Katy, but even after Katy had moved away the damage had already been done and Kim had learned well from Katy how to push my buttons and continue her pampered lifestyle.

It had been five years since I had last seen her and I was not looking foreward to seeing her again. "don't stop sweety, that lotion feels so good on my toes, I know you and my sister didn't see eye to eye but when I told her of the new you she was very excited and is looking foreward to seeing you again" my wife said as she laid on her stomach as she bent her knee brushing the sole of foot against my cheek encouraging me to continue the massage.

I did go back to rubbing the loton into her soles and toes but my mind was no longer on my work as the thaughts of abuse I would suffer at Katy's hands over the next few days worried me and with Kim comming home to see her would only make matters worse for me.

Noticing my massage was no longer up to par Sara pulled her feet from my hands and rolled over and said a bit angry "well if your going to cop an attitude I don't want to be around you, I was going to give you a little pleasure with my toes but since you can't be happy about my sister comming to visit for the first time in five years I think you need a good day of chores to think about how sad you've made me. Steve and I are taking the boat across the lake to visit some friends so go down and clean it out, when we get down there I'll tell you what else I want done today"

"I I'm sorry honey it's just" I began to try to appologize but was cut off by her "I don't want to here it Tim, get out of here now, maybe a good days work will give you some time to think about how sad you've made me"

I knew it was best to just walk out, Steve had now also turned over and he gave me a smug look and a shrugg of his strong shoulders as if to say "your in deep shit now and I'm glad I'm not you"

I passed by the new maid on my way out to the boat dock, she was in the kitchen on her hands and knees waxing the tiled floor, for a woman who didn't look accustommed to doing such menial work I had to admit she was doing one hell of a job.

I got into the large power boat and immeadiatelly noticed a dozen or more empty beer cans and wine coolers laying on the deck there were also several dirty towels and some uneaten pizza slices laying smashed on the deck. They had apparently picked up their friends last night when they were out.

I began to bag up the trash and it occurred to me that my wife was really changing, as only weeks ago while I still would have been responsible for taking the trash out of the boat she would have at least made an effort to have a trash bag set up so at least some of the discarded cans, bottles and leftover food would have made its way into the bag.

I set the trash bags I had filled on the dock and was wiping up the sand and pizza sauce stains from the deck as the two of them made their way down the dock in their swim wear and flip flops. I did a double take as I looked at my wife, even in her late thirties she looked absolutlly stunning in her bikini as the silky camisol wrapped around her thin waist flowed in the wind, her dark sunglasses and wide brimmed hat enhanced her splendid beauty.

I tried to pick up the pace as she still looked angry with me and would be even angrier if I delayed their trip too long. They stood at the edge of the dock looking down at me as I frantically worked on the last of the sauce stains. "arnd't you done yet?" my wife asked "ah just about honey, just this last stain" I replied not even looking at her as the sweat ran down my face as I scrubbed at the stubborn stain "well hurry up, and then get some clean towels and refill the cooler" she ordered as the two of them stepped into the boat their sandeled feet just inches from my scrub rag.

Sara sat down on the cushioned seat above me as I knealt on the deck scrubbing and crossed her smooth shavened legs and dangled her flip flop in front of me as Steve made his way to the captains chair and began testing the controls. I finnally got the stain out and hurried back to the house for the towels and refreshments.

I wheeled the cart back down with a case of beer and a case of wine coolers and a case of bottled water and a half dozen clean towels. Sara had moved to the seat next to Steve and the two of them chatted as I loaded the ice chest with the beverages and ice and then put the towels in the cabinet.

"I felt some resistance last night Tim, I think it's about time you took another swim and cleaned the barnicles from the bottom of the boat again, maybe you can do it when we get back" Steve said nonchallantly "yes sir" was all I said, I had done that once before and it was not a pleasent task.

Everything now ready for their outing my wife looked at me and I sensed she was still angry as she said "I want the jet skis cleaned and polished and put into the water and then wash and wax all the cars and if you finish all that before we get back I want the garage floor scrubbed and if were still not back polish all our shoes and if were still out find something to clean, I expect to find you working when we get back no matter what time it might be"

I quickly said yes dear not for a moment questioning her as she must've been quite dissapointed with me to assign me this many chores. As soon as I stepped off the expensive speed boat Steve fired up the powerfull motors and the two of them were off for a day of fun and relaxation leaving me to a day of d**gery.

I picked up the three trash bags and headed back towards the garage as the early afternoon sun began to intensify. I immeadiatelly began waxing the two powerfull jet skis as they sat on the trailer in the garage, they were already clean as I cleaned them after every use but Steve always wanted a fresh wax on them before riding them to suplly the maximum glide through the smooth lake waters.

After an hour of waxing I towed the trailer to the boat ramp with the lawn tractor and lowered them into the water and then made sure they were fueled up and ready to go. Next it was on to the cars, which there were now four of. Sara now had the Luxes and the Lincoln while Steve had kept his old four by four truck and the Porche that Sara had bought him a few weeks ago for his birthday. He also had the Harley but that did not need cleaning as it was Steve's baby and it was kept covered in the garage and I cleaned it every week anyways. I would also not have to clean my old clunker as it was hidden away in the shed as to not create an eyesore.

Although it was my responsibility to keep all the cars running and looking good the only one I drove for the most part was my old clunker to run errands and do the grocery shopping. For the next three hours I washed, waxed, vacuumed and Armoralled the fine automobiles.

It was now close to five and still no sign of my wife and Steve who no doubt were having a wonderfull day on the water. I had just cleaned out the huge garages and was on my knees with a bucket of bleach water and started scrubbing the concrete floor when Vicki pulled her Mercedes into the drive to pick up her maid for the day.

I had forgotten all about the woman inside cleaning as Vicki strolled up. "well now don't you look sweet all sweaty and busy scrubbing your masters garage" she said with a big grin. Her reference to my wife and Steve as my masters was a bit odd I thaught but in her line of work it seemed quite apparent to her what my status was.

"oh a hi Vicki, I'm just trying to clean up a little" I replied trying to make it seem like it was my idea to scrub the garage floor. "ah ha, well it looks like your doing a fine job of it, maybe you could work for me some day, I have plenty of clients whos garages need a good scrubbing,oh and I think I would rather have you address me as Miss Victoria, it just seems alittle more appropriate, don't you think" she said rather nonchallantly.

I was caught a little off guard by her superior attitude but it did seem appropriate as I answered "yes Miss Victoria, sorry" "that's ok sweety, just as long as you remember in the future" again she caught me by surprise calling me sweety, I guess she must have heard Sara call me that or maybe it was just coincidence.

"Well I guess I should go see how miss piggy is doing, are your masters back yet?" it was getting a bit embarrassing the way she kept referring to my wife and her boyfriend as my masters but I kept my place "ah no Miss Victoria their still out on the boat" "well it's a beautifull day for it, just tell them how much I appreciate them inviting to the barbeque tomarrow"

She then walked towards the house to collect her maid and the first thaught that popped into my head was great, this just keeps getting better, I'm sure Katy was going to really have a great time degrading me with a proffessional dominatrix here also.

A short time later Vicki walked out followed by the older woman who had her arms full of cleaning supplies. Vicki waived and said she would see me tomarrow and then the two of them got in her Mercedes and left.

It was now seven pm and still no Sara and Steve. I had just finished scrubbing the floor of the four car garage and I was beat, I could sure use a nap but I couldn't afford to let Sara catch me. I walked back into the house and the place was immaculate, piggy had done a fantastic job for a woman who did not look accustommed to such work.

I had a glass of iced tea and a small snack and then went to the master bedroom and first opened Steve's closet. For a guy he had more than his share of footwear, he had 12 pairs of various shoes and boots. With all my other duties I only shined their shoes occassionally or when they were very dirty so every pair was in some need of cleaning.

After an hour and a half Steve's shoes all looked good again and were neatly organized in his closet, they still were not back and I knew it would take twice as long to complete my wife's some 20 pairs of shoes, sneakers, sandals and boots so I knealt on the floor in front of her closet and got started.

The foot fetish I am I couldn't help but take several whiffs of my wife's sneakers and heels she had worn recently. I got a pleasent intoxicating thrill from the smell of her dried foot perspiration mixed in with her perfume. I took much more care and time with Sara's shoes than I did with Steve's making sure every scuff and blemish was wiped off before placing them back in the shoe rack.

I hadn't even noticed the time but it was now almost midnight. I didn't know what to do now as the house already looked great thanks to piggy's efforts but my wife's words of "you had better be cleaning something" rang in my ears. I had to think for several minutes but than I remembered just the otheer day that Sara had mentioned the deck needed a good bleahing.

I knew she would be happy if I got that done so even though I was dead tired I set out to make her happy. I had just finished sweeping the deck and had just begun scrubbing the first deck plank with the bleach water when the boat pulled up to the dock.

I knew immeadiatelly they were both a bit drunk from my wife's giggles and the fact it took Steve an excellent boater three times to get the boat properly docked. I watched them stagger slightly as they made their way up the long dock towards the house.

Finnaly I would get some sleep I thaught. My wife was dangling her flip flops from her fingers as they walked up the steps of the deck barefoot. I knew Sara was rather drunk because she couldn't stop giggling. They reached the top and Sara grinned as she slurred her words "oh there's my sweety, isn't he such a good little worker honey" she said to Steve as she leaned on him for support and then added "now you make sure to clean the whole deck ad the stairs sweety, we have company comming tommarrow"

I knew from her tone and the way she was swaying that she would be out anny minute but she had just told me I would be working for at least two more hours exspecially since they were now tracking sand over the entire deck with their bare feet. Sara dropped her flip flops to the deck and fell back into Steve's arms.

"I had better get her to bed, after you finish the deck you had better clean out the boat so it's ready for tommarrow and I still want the banicles cleaned off, you can get up early, I think Sara and I will be sleeping in so don't disturb us" Steve always became much more bossier when he had been drinking and I wasn't about to argue with him so I just nodded as he carried my wife into the house.

Just add vacuuming the carpet to my mourning chores as I watched his sandy soles step onto the carpet that piggy had so maticuosly vacuumed.

Not going into detail it was close to three am before I got to bed and I had to set the alarm for seventhirty as there was still much to do before the barbaque tomarrow afternoon.

Chapoter 10 The barbaque