Cinderella by Karen Blayne 

Oh bye the way, red tape first.

Copyrighted Karen Blayne.  All copies must be of the complete document.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org and they may anything with it. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author.

Luv Karen

The gang goes back to our first day at school.  We’d sat at the same table and we’ve been together ever since looking out for each other.  Chloe was the brains and we followed her lead.  It was Chloe who found three of us the overpaid waitressing job.  At last we could escape from home.  I mean one step parent is bad enough but Jessica had ended up with two.  We needed somewhere to live close to the club both because parents get nosey sometimes and the shifts ended at 3 am.

Megan’s sugar daddy came up with the idea we could rent airbnb places when they’d done their max for the year.  It wasn’t permanent but whatever for three or four months it wasn’t bad.  Mind you six of us in a luxury one bedroomed apartment meant sleeping pads and bags on the floor.  It could be cosy sometimes but you couldn’t bring boys back because of the neighbours in case they complained.

We started with ordinary waitress outfits but Emily soon discovered that the members were all dirty old men so she talked the club secretary into buying some more attractive uniforms after wearing a full length wrap over skirt that she could accidentally flash the members.  The other two waitresses were old fashioned and moved to another club so we were together once more.

Black silk dresses were a hit.  Gave them something more interesting to feel when then put their hands out to steady us.  General Wooding took exception when Sophie got his order mixed up and served him tea rather than coffee.  He was about to complain to the club secretary until I laid her across his lap, lifted her skirt and pulled her knickers down.  “Give her a spank instead.”  Sophie got spanked and pouted when he stopped at three.  “Go on finish me off proper.”  He looked at me and I shrugged, “Sophie likes it rough sometimes, she gets off on being spanked especially in public.”  Well its all a bit of fun ain’t it?  

The club secretary asked me what I thought about a theme week.  “School perhaps, school dinners and we could dress up as school girls?” He nodded his agreement so we got together to see how many buttons we could press.  There were plenty of old school ties so we just had to look them up.  Then it was easy, an official blazer worn over a white blouse, grey pleated skirts with over the knee socks and underwear in the blazer’s colour.  Well the grey pleated skirts were perhaps a little shorter and flimsier than most schools would allow and the less than fully opaque white blouses would never have been permitted at my school but it was all a bit of fun.  We spent the week giving them all flashes of dark coloured underwear peeping out from under practically sheer blouses hidden by school blazers.  I think what really hit their buttons though were the ties.  “You can’t wear that!”  Emily just stood and stripped off her uniform and stood there in flimsy underwear and over the knee socks.  “Is this better sir?”  Cries of approval sounded from around the club.

We had a lingerie theme the following week.  They brought items for us and we wore them.  Lucy had to show them how to use the Internet to find things and as for the things they found I kid you not they were totally indecent as was the bonus we got paid for wearing them.  Chloe looked over the businessman’s shoulder as he brought and sold stocks over the internet.  “How do you know which ones to buy?”  “Well these ones have done well both profits and sales are up and when they announce the annual earnings tomorrow the prices will go up so I’m buying options which will be worth more tomorrow.”  “Could I do some?”  He watched as she logged onto her bank and transferred a thousand to the online trading site.  Then he showed her the steps to claim she was an experienced investor and to buy an option worth a thousand.  “There we are all done.  Now remember to sell tomorrow.”  Chloe rounded us up and we all scraped together what we could.  We all maxed our credit cards by borrowing.  Then we crossed our fingers.

When the results were announced the stock rose ten percent and Chloe had more than doubled her money when she sold.  She gave her businessman a kiss to say thank you.  We all paid back our credit cards quickly but even so we’d made quite a lot of money.  We gave it to Chloe to invest for us together with our logins for the online trading site.  It was surprising what gossip you hear in the club, you’d think we were invisible.  Shall we say our gambling on the stock market earnt us rather more than waitressing especially as Chloe had her man in the city round her little finger as he showed her a few more opportunities.

The theme committee come up with the idea of a Greek theme next.  We got sent to an exclusive dressmaker that someone’s married daughter went to to keep her husband from straying.  We all had boudoir togos made up each just a little bit different.  They kept the idea of a togo but in lighter materials with some shorter skirts others long skirts but gaps in them.  Jean-Paul had us sample his Greek dishes first to make sure they were palatable.  They were served with Greek wines, I tried a sip of Retsina but a sip was more than enough.  I think by that time I’d got too used to Champers, well there were always unfinished bottles lying round by the end of the evening and I’d grown quite fond of it.

We had a week of normal, well you have to have something to contrast with.  Then Jean-Paul thought we should do German.  We found some frothy short skirts with a small apron and tops that really need bigger cups than I have, I’m more leggy but we managed.  I mean you could see the anticipation building.  Jean-Paul was famous for his French cuisine.  We put them off for two weeks whilst we found something really special.  French maid’s outfits have been done so many times before it was really hard even for our exclusive dressmaker to come up with a little something.  Each was different, mine was a tiny white sheer apron worn over some of the most exquisite underwear you can imagine.  The only problem was we got through at least two pairs of stockings every night as they were pawed but as long as we were admired so what.  Was that a juicy bit of financial gossip there sir, have another fondle whilst you’re gossiping.

I don’t know who came up with the idea celebrating the fox hunting season but guess who ended up in an ultra short reddish-brown dresses with tails up our bums.  Still the tails looked really good and once you got used to it it wasn’t as uncomfortable as working in heels all day.

It was Megan’s sugar daddy’s birthday so Megan thought we should do something special for him.  Emily suggested talking to Jean-Paul to prepare something we could reheat.  I had to calm him down again afterward he heard the word reheat but in return for a nice long kiss and grope he prepared something and gave it to me in an insulated bag.  Jessica and I worn our abbreviated French waitress costumes to serve dinner.  Megan wore her silk backless halter neck with the side slits.  Honestly her black suspender belt showed over the plunging bum line.  Some girls have no sense of subtlety.  Still Jessica and I grabbed his attention wearing our foxes tails.

After dinner I remembered it was Jessica’s birthday as well so I knelt down in front of her and ate her out until she collapsed on the floor when I just continued to eat her out.  It got sugar daddy going alright.  He collapsed just after Jessica had come for the second time.  Megan tried mouth to mouth but I just called an ambulance.  He looked well gone to me.  I tided him up a bit, tucked him back inside his trousers and zipped him up.  Then Jessica and I slipped into the kitchen to get changed.  I’d barely pulled my yoga pants on when the door bell rang.  Jessica ushered Megan out of sight and I answered the door to a pair of firemen who seem taken with my yoga pants.  “I think we need an ambulance.”  “It’s all right luv we know first aid.”  I pointed to sugar daddy and they injected him with something and got out a box with pads.  Didn’t do any good though.  “Has he taken any drugs pet?”  “He had a glass of wine with his dinner but that’s all.”  The paramedic arrived shortly afterwards but the firemen just shook their heads.  So they bundled him off on a stretcher.  I glanced at myself in the mirror in the hall.  I really should have taken my stockings off before pulling my leggings on.  Every strap and bump was outlined.  A yoga theme at the club perhaps?

Megan was a bit shaken up so I tried to calm her down.  Jessica went nosing in cupboards and desk drawers.  “There’s an envelope here with Will written on it.  Do you think anyone would mind if we moved in until things get sorted out?” I asked Megan if he had any family but she thought not at least no one who sent him Christmas cards or anything.  “You know its nice here perhaps we could stay here for a day or two to look after it?”  I shrugged anything was better than a pad on the floor with a sleeping bag.  Wow a real bed now that was a thought.

The next day accompanied by Megan I passed the envelope to Mr. Thorpe who was a retired solicitor at the club.  “Megan’s friend died last night and this is his will what do I do with it?”  He opened the envelope and looked inside.  “Have you read it?”  “No but we’re camping out at his home at the moment.”  “Squatting I take it?”  He grinned and read through the will.  “Actually he left his house and contents to Megan, it needs probate but there’s no reason why she shouldn’t live there for the moment.  Then any monies and investments have been left to six people, Megan is one.”  I had a thought and looked at the list.  We were all named.  “What do we need to do for probate?”  “Well I’m retired now so don’t have liability insurance but I could guide Megan through the steps since she is named as the executor but she can delegate it.”  I called Chloe over and Megan decided that Chloe would sort it out.  The house had four bedrooms which meant two girls got their own room and the rest paired off.  I shared with Jessica just in case I got in the mood again as she put it fluttering her eyelashes at me.

The receptionist was off on break so I was sat at the front desk when Elizabeth enquired if we had any jobs handing me her CV?  I quickly scanned it and recognised our old school.  Well she was in the right place for old school networking then I saw her grades.  “Had you thought of going to University?”  “Get real, as soon as it was legal for me to leave school my great aunt was stirring it up saying I should be out earning.”  “Student loans?”  She gave me a look.  Linda came back from her break and I suggested that Elizabeth came through.  “Mind if I call you Lizzy?”  “That’s what I answer to at home but it doesn’t look right on a CV.”  I took her into our changing room and helped her into one of the maid’s outfits.  She was bit taller than me so the skirt was even more indecent over black fishnet stockings.  “What sort of job are we talking about here?”  “I need to show someone your CV and you in person.  You can always refuse what is offered.”  She shrugged her shoulders and totted after me towering over me in Emily’s spare pair of heels.

The Vice Chancellor was occupied with Jessica curled up in his lap.  I held out Lizzy’s CV to him pointing with my finger to her grades.  “Have you got room for Lizzy?”  “I’m full with Jessica at the moment.”  “I meant at your University.”  He took his reading glasses out and stared at the CV.  “There’s a maths course starting Monday that is one short.  If she has money she’ll do fine.”  He took out a card and scribbled on the back then held it out.  “Take this with you.”  He turned to Jessica “Now my dear where were we up to?”  

Lizzy looked a bit taken back.  “I don’t have money.”  I pulled a 50 out of my garter and passed it over.  “Pocket money and there’s more were this came from.”  I led her off to the gang.  “I think we need someone to vacuum the house, do the washing up, clear the ashes and set the fires.”  “Who’d be dumb enough to want to do that?”  “Lizzy.”  “Why?”  “So she could go to University.”  “The bedrooms are full.”  “So she could sleep on the floor in the kitchen.”  “She’d need feeding?”  “Scraps from the club’s kitchen.”  “Why should we do anything?”  “She went to our old school.”  “Wot really and she passed her exams, good for her.”  “What about her fees and things?”  “If we all chipped in 3,000?”  “But anything over her fees I want in an investment account.”  “Really Chloe?”  “There are a couple of interesting things I could do but didn’t want to because we’re connected to the club but her account won’t be.  I could be really evil.”  “Are we all in?”  “Yeah go on.”  We booted up a laptop and logged into our bank accounts and each transferred 3,000 to Lizzy who was stood there open eyed.  Then we had her transfer the surplus monies into a trading account.  “For a moment I was rich.  I do feel a bit like Cinderella and the” “The wrong word now and your dead.”  “Gorgeous sisters?”  Jessica preened herself.  “I’d best take you home and show you the place.”

When we walked in there was a black thing that shot under the sofa.  “I didn’t know we had a cat.”  “It’s not a cat.”   I was suddenly afraid of what it might be.  “What is it?”  I stood behind her.  Lizzy stretched out her arm and fished a round black thing out from under the sofa.  “A robotic vacuum cleaner.”  “Really?”  “Really.  They’re usually programmed to work when people are out at work.”  “That’s one job you don’t have to do then.”

We walked into the kitchen and she saw the stack of China plates in the sink.  Lizzy gave me a reproachful look.  “We ran out so we've been using paper plates, we just dump them in the compost recycle bin.”  Can you believe she gave me another reproachful look.

I opened the door of the utility room that had the washing machine, tumble dryer and garden tools in it.  “I wondered if this might work to sleep in.”  Well it was a good sized room that had been converted from the garage.  She looked it over.  “If I hung a curtain up half way that would give me a room a dozen feet square.  It could even take a bed.  It even has a radiator which means central heating not fireplaces.”  Her nose twitched  “Well I had to say something to get them to agree to have you.  We have a few sleeping pads and bags lying around for now.  By next week Chloe will have worked her magic and you should have some money to spend.”

We came back into the kitchen.  “Feeling peckish?” I lifted out a couple of plastic boxes from the freezer of Jean-Paul's left overs and dropped them in the microwave.  “Kitchen scraps?”  She queried. “Jean-Paul used to throw any surplus food away but these days he boxes it up for us.”  “I'm sure I'll put weight on.”

“So do we pull the plug on Hargraves?”  “They look well placed to win a big contract.”  “But it isn't certain.  I think we should pull the loan in and sell the assets.”  “They’ll go bankrupt but I'll see to it in the morning.”  Chloe scooped up an empty glass from their table and walked slowly away, the invisible waitress.

Somehow Chloe piled all the money into Lizzy’s account and sold Hargraves shares we didn’t have first thing in the morning.  By noon the bank had called in its loans and the shares were worthless.  I took the afternoon off and visited them.  Well I didn’t want to see all those workers put out of work.  They found me a union guy and we sat and talked in the canteen.  “How close are they to signing the new contract?”  He looked at me “You know about that then?”  “I heard it was in the wind.”  “It was signed this morning but what good it will do us now I’ve no idea.”  “If I can find the money to buy the assets would that help?”  “You’re talking a goodly sum.”  “Well it can’t hurt to talk to the work’s manager.”  

“Good afternoon Alf though why I should say so I don’t know.”  “If we had the money could we keep going?”  “Well yes, the new contract is nice and profitable.”  “Could you offer to stage a management buyout?”  “What with?”  “Could you form a new company, takeover the assets and keep the contract?”  “Could do but why a management buyout?”  “People know you.  They wouldn’t trust the likes of me.”

Somehow we did it.  The work’s manager mortgaged his house, and more than a few workers put their hands in their pockets with their redundancy money but most of the money came from the gang.  We were capitalists.  What a frightening thought.  Even more frightening was the call would I like to attend a board meeting.  I took Lizzy with me.

“So what are your plans for our future?”  “I don’t think I have any.”  “But why did you put money into the company?”  “Oh that was easy I didn’t want everyone to lose their jobs.”  There was a silence round the boardroom I don’t think they were expecting that answer.  “So where do we go from here?”  “Well Alf seemed to have a few ideas when I spoke to him.  Could he attend?”  They sent for Alf.  

“Short of ideas are you?”  He asked when he came in.  “Well the young lady.”  I looked round to see where the young lady was but Lizzy gave me a nudge and whispered “That’s you.” to me, “First priority is keeping the workers happy and in work.”  “Keeping them happy isn’t a problem.”  He slid over a sheet of paper with a list of things such as paid maternity leave and so forth.  I looked through them and passed them to Lizzy who also nodded.   Alf blinked.  “Now that keeps them happy but how do we keep them in work?” asked Lizzy.  “You’ll need to automate.”  Lizzy grinned.  “I’m union and I’m  supposed to oppose automation if it costs jobs.”  “But if it doesn’t?”  “You mean things like industrial exoskeletons.  Yes we support them as it prevents back and neck injuries.”  “Could we end shift work or at least night shifts?”  I remembered my dad coming home after working night shifts.  “You mean lights out working?”  “That and running some shifts at weekends for volunteers using flexi-time.”  “The pay envelope remains the same?”  I looked to the works manager “I’d need some cash to automate running at night but I think we can redistribute the pay keeping the total amount the same and if we ran automated night shifts at the weekend that would give us more production capacity and pay for the automation.  Really we have more workers than we need so I suggest they don’t need to clock in and out but if they’re caught cheating they get fired.”  Alf looked taken back “Officially no but unofficially fine but they will get union representation.”

I turned back to Alf “If we paid the workers a three percent increase but in shares would they accept that?  The thought being when the shares paid a dividend they’d pay less tax on it.”  “And feeling they own part of the company they’ll be happier to suggest things.”  “At the moment I think they’ll be happy to still have a job so yes I think they’ll accept it.  Now what about training?  Two percent of the budget?  And let’s start with sending a few managers on training.”  The works manager looked round the table.  “Do managers need training, I learnt on the job.”  Lizzy spoke up “If they get it wrong its expensive.  It might be cheaper to train them.”  “I could arrange for them to go on our next shop steward course at cost as an introduction.  It’s management training but from the other side.”  “You could give Lizzy a summer part time job then pay her fees at university?”  I suggested.  That suggestion was accepted without question I had a feeling the question of management training might take a bit longer to get actioned.  The work manager extracted a promise of a bit more cash to automate with.  Well his cash was tied up in the company so I had a feeling it would be well spent.  We left feeling we’d shaken up the company more than I’d ever thought possible.  “Do we really own the company?”  Asked Lizzy “I guess so.”  “Oh my God.”

It was Chloe’s birthday on a Friday.  The club was weird it was busier at the end of the month or at least that’s when the money came in but Friday night and just been paid always felt more natural to me.  It was quiet mid-month so we all took the evening off together after working the day shift.  She chose a pub to go to and we all dolled up looking for male appreciation but of a younger sort you understand.  Something we could admire as well.  I thought Emily’s halter neck dress was a bit blatant but whatever.  Lizzy drove us down to the pub in Megan’s sugar daddy’s executive people carrier and arranged to pick us up later.

“Are you sure you don’t want to pat me down?”  “You just want his hands all over you!”  I rubbed myself up against the doorman, “Grandma what a great big.”  “You lot get inside before I change my mind and Terry act professional.”  “Oh a pro how much does he charge then?”  Terry was blushing furiously.  I took hold of his hand.  “It’s terribly cold out here.  His hand’s cold can’t I take him inside and warm him up?”  “Which bit you taking inside of you then?”  Crackled someone’s girlfriend who was queuing up behind us.  We trooped in before the head doorman changed his mind.  I wiggled and squeezed my way to the bar groping some poor guy’s bum as I made it through.  He brushed my bum with his hand, “Oh I like it can you give the front a little rub as well.”  Alison was serving someone else but picked up a bottle of white wine and dropped it in front of me.  I already had a stack of coins on the counter to pay and she scooped them up.  I turned and passed the bottle back.  Two vodkas came next followed by six empty glasses which in turn got passed back.  “Hey how did you manage to get served before me?”  “You were probably distracted darling.”  I reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek and a friendly grope.  “Keep it hard for me I’ll be back.”  I slipped away before he could react.  Further down the bar a halter neck plunging neckline dress was showing everything including glimpses of nipples in order to get the barman’s attention.  Silly girl didn’t she realise he was happier for her to stay at the bar where he could feast his eyes than move away once he’d served her.

A drunken yob lurched his way towards me carrying his pint glass in hand.  “I saw you groping him.  You’re a slut!”  “So I am and a nice boy like you shouldn’t have anything to do with me.”  That confused him so I turned him round and patted his bum as he lurched off away from me.  Unfortunately he stagged into a table and upset everyones’ drinks.  A girl screamed as beer ran down her new dress and punches were thrown. There’s always lots of testosterone floating round on a Friday night at the pub which makes it so attractive but it can get out of hand sometimes.  Terry and the rest of the security mob were there within seconds, all four of them and it needed all four of them to bundle the miscreants out of the door.  I herded the girls away to the back where we could get a good view but not get involved hoping no one had seen me launch the yob on his staggering way.  Hidden way at the back was a U shaped bench with a table in front and sat there all by himself in an ironed shirt looking very out of place was a handsome boy.  We moved in three on each side.  “What’s your name then.”  “What do you do?”  The poor guy was lost but I adored his accent the sound of his voice made me all warm inside.  “I could move and leave you the table?” No way Jose.  Jessica’s hand moved over his shirt, Emily was sat on the other side and her hand seemed to find its way lower down.  I opened the wine bottle and poured out the wine, his was a half full vodka topped up with white wine well it stretched out the wine.  “A toast, Chloe’s birthday.”  We grilled the poor man about his likes and dislikes.  Emily thought he ought to give Chloe a birthday kiss.  Well everyone else had to have one as well didn’t they.  The glasses were empty so I trotted off back to the bar for another bottle.

The same guy was still there I couldn’t resist.  I groped him, “Drinking too much are you, got brewer’s droop?  I thought you were supposed to stay hard until I got back.”  “You need a real man love.”  Came from one of his mates.  “Want to play trains then love?”  I was tempted but wiggled my way to the bar with his hand running circles over my crotch.  Alison had placed the next bottle on the bar waiting for me.  She was serving someone else so I left the stack of coins on the bar for her.  The right money plus a tip.  “How does she do it?”  Came from one of his mates.  “Wouldn’t you like to know.  Think you’re up to a bit of sex ed later on then?”   I left them groaning and carried my prize off.  

Still it brought it to mind.  I asked Adam “Have you ever pulled a train?”  The girls blushed as he said he hadn’t.  Could we suggest a decent hotel for the night?  We emptied the second bottle, I diluted Adam’s with vodka again.  Then I noticed it was time for Lizzy to pick us up.  “Come along girls time to go.  You too Adam and you’ll enjoy pulling a train I assure you.”  We scooped him up, I carried his bag and jacket into the people mover and headed home.

“Who is he?”  Lizzy asked from the driver’s seat.  “Adam and he’s whatever it was that Hargraves said they needed.”  Emily was snogging with him on the back seat.

We all wiggled our way into the living room and lay down the sleeping pads.  Chloe would have first go followed by the rest.  I drew the last straw so no real hope for me.  I mean the rules were four thrusts in each but everyone of them would want to make him stay for an extra thrust or three and be trying their very hardest.  The magic wands were buzzing, the bottles of lubricants were in evidence.  Chloe was ready.  We turned to see Adam asleep on the floor.  I think we over did the vodka.  Still we couldn’t leave him there and he was too heavy to carry upstairs so we carried him to Lizzy’s double bed and despite her protests dumped him on her bed.

Next morning I surfaced and felt a bit brighter after making myself a mug of coffee.  I opened the door to the door to the utility room and saw Adam plunging himself into Lizzy.  “And what’s going in here?”  I enquired politely.  “We got talking and I told him about me having to clean out all the fire grates, do the vacuuming, washing up, sleep in the kitchen and eat scraps.  You know the full Cinderella bit.  Anyway he didn’t have a glass slipper with him to see if it fitted me so we improvised.  It fits nicely.”  “Adam if you want a job with Hargraves you’d better make sure Lizzy is fully satisfied she’s one of the owners.”