Message-ID: <23607asstr$955314683@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000409125538.05072.00000638@ng-fx1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} TG Charotte's Niece by Pamela Chapter 6b Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 17:11:23 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw Charlotte's Niece, Chapter 6b By Pamela (pamelapamela@hotmail.com) ************************** In short order, Ethel sent me out to announce dinner. Even though there was a place set for me at the table, I ended up having to spend so much time racing back and forth between the kitchen and the table serving the dishes, getting water, fetching the wine bottles, bread and everything else, that I couldn't enjoy the dinner at all. Just as I'd finally sit down, Charlotte would say, "Greg, honey, fetch Ms. Pauley another teaspoon" or "reheat the potatoes, Greg." After every command I glanced sharply over at Ethel, as if to say, "what is this all about! Why should I be stuck with more work!" At first Ethel didn't see me, then I was sure she had, but didn't react. Finally, Charlotte ordered me to get more bread, and I got up quickly banging my chair and went into the kitchen. I sat down at a counter chair and decided I would take my own sweet time about helping. After five minutes, I heard Charlotte say, "I'll take care of this!" and then there was the sound of her chair scraping on the floor. I started to get off the chair to find the bread but Charlotte caught me in the act. "Greg! Shame on you!" she hissed and grabbed my arm at the bicep. The grip was strong, almost like a pinch and I let out a small shriek of hurt. "Ssssh!" she commanded and let go of me. "If you ruin my dinner party...!" she started to say. With tears welling up in my eyes, I said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do anything!" "This gathering is very important to me, and I will not have it ruined! Just one night I ask you to help. How can you be so selfish?" "It's OK, I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be selfish." Charlotte turned her back on me and left the kitchen. I gathered up some more bread and dabbed at my eyes with a paper towel and blew my nose. I wanted to wait a few more minutes until my eyes cleared up more, but was afraid that Charlotte would get up again. So I went back out carrying the bread and kept my eyes cast downwards. Through my peripheral vision I could see the ladies looking at me. In another minute I was interrupted to start clearing the dishes. It wasn't long after that that Charlotte announced that she and the ladies would have coffee and dessert in the living room. Mercifully, Ethel told me to stay in the kitchen washing the mountain of dishes, while she'd take out a platter of cake slices and a pot of coffee. I was more than an half an hour washing and straightening the kitchen and dining room. My back ached and I was exhausted. My arm hurt from where Charlotte had pinched me. I pushed up the short sleeve of my shirt to look at the spot and saw that it was black and blue. Just at that moment Ethel came in to see how I was doing. "What's that?" she asked, seeing me rubbing the spot. "Its nothing." "It looks like you hurt yourself." "Charlotte pinched me there before when I didn't bring the bread." "She didn't!" Ethel said. "I wish she didn't," I said. "I'm sure she didn't mean any harm. She sometimes just doesn't remember how strong she is!" Likely story, is what I wanted to say, but instead I said, "how did she get so strong?" "She works out at lunch time. Allied has the greatest facilities." The amazing thing was how little it showed. She had the right womanly curves, and her legs were pretty in stockings without showing large calf muscles. "She joked before that I should work out at Gold's Gym. Maybe I really should do that!" "Good idea!" Ethel said just as Charlotte came into the kitchen. "Greg, I was hoping you were done in here so you could join us," Charlotte said. She saw me rubbing my arm and came over to look at it. Holding me by the forearm she raised up my sleeve with her other hand. "Did I do that!" she said with real upset in her voice. "I'm so sorry, Greg, I don't know what came over me." "Its, OK" I said, "it doesn't hurt. Its just black and blue." "How can I make it up to you?" "You could let me stay out later when I visit Linda!" "You're sneaky!" Charlotte said. "I could have Linda walk me back to the door, so I'd be safe," I said. Charlotte was thinking about it and then said, "OK, Greg, how about 11 O'clock, but I must see Linda with you when you come in." "Thanks!" I said excitedly, "I'm sure she'll be only too happy to do that." "It doesn't look like you have too much more to do in here. I'd like you to join us in the living room when you're done. OK?" I had been anxious to get back into my silly pink bedroom and read and then go to sleep, but Charlotte looked to be offering me a privilege which I supposed I ought not to take lightly. "OK" I said, and Charlotte left saying, "hurry up!". Ethel continued to work along side me as we took care of the few remaining dishes. She said quietly, "Charlotte sometimes has a temper, not too often, but sometimes she just gets a teensy weensy bit frustrated." "Frustrated with what?" I said,"I was tired of fetching everything!" "You have to learn to express your feelings in a more adult way. Of course you're still young so no one really expects you to be an adult. But the sooner the better, you know.." Ethel appeared to me to be a bit tongue tied. It wasn't exactly adult of Charlotte to hurt my arm, was it?! I thought, but kept silent. The dishes were done and I hung up the dishrag to dry. Ethel and I headed to the living room to join the party. ********************************** If I was now expecting to be the center of attention, I was disappointed by Lei's sudden return and Charlotte's excitement at seeing her. "Lei, come on over here and meet my friends." I could see Lei light up. She hurried over to say hello and took a seat in the center of the group. Ethel sat in the only other seat near the coffee table, and I ended up sitting in the last arm chair, next to Ms. McCain. Lei was thrilled to meet everyone, and she took many compliments on how nicely she looked and so on and so forth. I thought I deserved at least a round of applause for my efforts at feeding the bunch of them. Charlotte told the ladies about Lei's forthcoming trip out west. And Lei described some of the details of her counselor job. Ms. McCain said, "I'll bet you're glad to get away from the city!" "Yes, it will be great to get away from it all! I'm really excited." "Are you going alone or with a friend?" Ms. McCain added. "Alone, and that's another great thing about the trip. I get a rest from my boyfriends. They've been getting on my nerves. Maybe its time for a whole new group!" "Boyfriends? How many boyfriends?" Charlotte said curiously. "Oh, I like to never get tied down to one guy. Its best to keep a few competing with each other. I don't think I've had to pay for a meal or movie in years!" The women laughed. I thought it was a pretty lame thing to say. "They're all trying to get past first base," Lei said and I saw her steal a glance at me, "and as long as they think they're going to make it they keep asking me out. If it ever happens, its only because I want it to, and that's not too often, particularly with the kinds of guys you find nowadays." "It's nice to see you're not taking any s - h - i - t from them!" Ms. Pauley said. The conversation was clearly not for my ears, and I looked over to Charlotte to see if she'd signal me to leave, but she wasn't looking my way. "Men are so predictable, aren't they?" Gladys said. "Predictable pigs," Ms. Pauley said. "Ain't that the truth, Angela" Charlotte said, "predictably piggy." Suddenly animated, Ms. Gence, who had been silent, came to life, "did I tell you the latest about Fred?" "What's that prick up to now?" Angela Pauley added, and then, looking at me, "pardon me, Greg!" I blushed a little, and was excited at being included in the discussion. "Yesterday, he was loudly boasting to Steve in the mail room, about how he'd "picked up this "bitch" Judy" at the Childe Harolde on 8th street, and was able to get his four F's done and be back to his wife for late supper." "What s that mean, the four F's" Ethel interjected. Ms. Gence laughed and said, "you know, find'em feel'em fuck'em forget'em." Ethel let out a squeal of laughter, "I've never heard that before!" I wasn't used to adults cursing, and thought it pretty cool that they didn't mind me being there. "I made a bee line to the phone, and you know that squeaky voice I can fake, you know that goes like this," and she raised her voice into a breathless caricature of someone like Marilyn Monroe. "Well I called Fred's house on my cell phone, and his wife Amy got on the line and I asked for Fred. She said he was at work and could she take a message. I said that it was Judy and I wanted to see him again, like last night and that I'd call later. Then I hung up." The women were howling with laughter. "Unbelievable Sara, so what happened today at the office?" "No, later that night I called again and one of Fred's kids answered the phone. There was all this screaming going on in the background. I mean it was like World War III. Today, Fred came in late and he had a black eye and a cut on his forehead. He said he had tripped while shaving. What a crock of shit, pardon my French." "Serves the bastard right. It would be even better to do a John Wayne Bobbit on him!" Gladys said. I couldn't figure out what she was talking about, though the name Bobbit sounded familiar. "Why just him?" Sara continued, "maybe the whole race of them. We've got plenty of sperm stored in freezers. Enough for centuries. Anytime, anyone wants a baby, all they have to do is get artificially inseminated. Of course we'd abort the boys and just keep the girls!" The women seemed to find this hysterical, and I thought they were being playful, at least I hoped they were. "In about a hundred years they'd all be gone." "Good riddance." "Why wait so long?" "It would be cruel to kill them off; after all they are each some women's father or son." "We could let them live, but just castrate them." "Your prick or your life!" Sara said, which caused a big chuckle amongst the ladies. Just then I placed the name Bobbit. Unable to control myself, I got up and ran to my room shutting the door behind me. A wave of fear ran through me and I fumbled with the door seeing how I could lock it. It was then I realized there was no lock on the door. Charlotte was calling out "Greg! Greg! Come back here!" but I ran to the closet and opened it, looking to hide in there. I was half in it when there was a knock on the door, and without waiting for an answer, Charlotte entered, quickly followed by Ethel and the other women. "Whatever are you doing in there?" Charlotte said with exasperation. "We were only joking! How could you think otherwise? You're much too sensitive!" "I remembered about Bobbit!" "Psshaw!" Gladys Sontag said, "how could you possibly think we would really do such a thing!" "It sounded so real!" "You're just overly tired," Ethel said reaching down and extending a hand to me, "get up and I think you should get ready for bed.'' I took her hand and she helped me up. "What are we going to do with you!" Ethel said, and turning to everyone said, "you can't imagine how hard Greg has been working all afternoon to make the dinner a success!" "My, my, it was very lovely!" Ms. Gence said, and the other ladies agreed with her. "Greg made the centerpiece all by himself," Ethel added. "It was a beautiful job, very pretty!" Ms. McCain said. I blushed at the attention and looked at Charlotte to see if she would say something about the dinner, but she didn't, and I felt more than a little disappointed. The women were looking around the room at the pretty decorations. Ms. Gence said, "Greg, you have such a pretty room. Is that your dolly?" She was looking at the doll in the center of my bed. "What?" I said with surprise. "Its a pretty dolly indeed, and your bedspread and curtains are so pretty." Before I could say a word, Ms. McCain interjected, "did you see his dresses in the closet? They're precious!" "They're not..." I started to say, when Charlotte cut me off, "And there are matching bras, panties and slips," she said, opening my lower dresser drawer. "Its amazing. We had no idea," Gladys said smiling at me, "when do you wear your girls clothes?" Finally I blurted out "they're not MY dresses and panties. I don't wear THOSE panties. Charlotte bought me plain ones to wear. I mean, I don't, or I didn't wear them, I mean," I was completely flustered. Charlotte came to my rescue, "there is somewhat of a misunderstanding here. The pretty clothes just happen to be in Greg's room; they're not his. I did find some very nice panties for him, though, which he's been happy with, aren't you Greg?" "Un, hunh" I said. "He's also swears by Mudd jeans now, as you can see, but it was a bit of struggle to get him to admit he likes them.'' "That's not exactly right," I said. "I wore them right away!" "Yes, I'm confusing them with the panties, aren't I?" "Yeah, I didn't think I should wear panties." "But, now, its OK?" "Yes," I said with some irritation, "like I said, they're OK." "I can see you're tired, Greg. You prepare for bed and come out to say nighty-night." Charlotte and the other women filed out of my room talking animatedly among themselves. It seemed like they were talking about me, and especially about my "sensitivity." I distinctly heard Ms. Sontag saying, "you know when I saw him in that apron...'' and I couldn't hear the rest. What did they take me for. I mean, like I'd wear Charlotte's neice's crazy clothes. Imagine the nerve of joking about castration! They must be nuts or sadistic. Either way, they fit in perfectly with Charlotte! *********************** A few minutes later, I came back out to the living room in my pajamas to say good night. The ladies stopped their conversation to say how pleased they had been to meet me and looked forward to seeing me again. Charlotte got up and walked me back to my bedroom, and after I got into bed she tucked the covers around me. "Greg honey. Thanks for your help with the dinner party, you did a great job," and she stroked my forehead. She silently turned out the light and left the room. In the dark, I started to cry. After a few moments, I got up and fumbled in the dark for the bottom drawer of the dresser. Opening it up, I remembered where the stack of panties was, and took the top one out. Getting back to bed, I put the lacy panties on underneath my pajamas and a few moments later I was sound asleep. End of Chapter 6 Charlotte's Niece by Pamela (pamelapamela@hotmail.com) VickieTern@AOL.COM -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+