Chapter Eleven - Krystal
I left nearly half an hour early so I wouldn’t be late. Despite the unusual circumstances, it was my first costuming job and I wanted it to go well. I would have to work as a server too, something else I was pretty darn good at. I was actually smiling as I piloted my car out to the Clavis Winery, flicking on my headlights against the gathering dark as I drove out of the main part of town.
I’d only been there a couple of times, but it was almost starting to feel like a second home. Emma and I had become wonderful friends, talking for hours on the phone every day since the orientation. Despite the issues I was having with Jayden and my growing feelings for him, there were good things that had come out of the whole debacle with the car crash and the ensuing deal.
My car was full of properly fitted, handmade costumes. I pulled into the parking lot of the event hall, which was bigger than I ever would have imagined. The house sort of reminded me of the TARDIS from Doctor Who. No matter how huge it looked on the outside, it was even bigger on the inside. I tried to imagine the rest of it, only having ever really seen the tasting room and the conference room. My imagination went wild, imagining a swimming pool, a basketball court and even a movie theater held within the walls of the massive house. I could only imagine the glee when they moved from the two-floor house to that mansion.
I was so excited and nervous, I could barely breathe right. Hyperventilating was rarely considered a good look, so I did several deep breathing exercises to calm down before heading to the door with the first load of costumes. There were eleven in all. Eight elves, a Santa, an angel and a princess. The princess costume wasn’t really on theme, but it seemed to make Emma happy, which I counted as a win. I couldn’t help but think of her warning as I approached the Clavis house. I had vowed to keep things professional, at least until my debt was paid, but I was feeling conflicted. His cock felt so good in my mouth, his cum so tasty and warm. I couldn’t help but still imagine how it might feel in other places. Even though I had some difficulty imagining how such a big cock could fit into a tight little virgin like me. Still, the thought made me smile and a particular wetness started in my panties.
Even in the gathering dark, I recognized the shape of Jayden, decked out in the fitted sexy Santa suit, as he approached. I froze for a minute, my body not quite sure what to do with the fight or flight energy that was suddenly flooding it.
“Come with me, please?” he asked, perfectly polite.
They were the first words he’d said to me since I’d sucked him off and I really wasn’t sure what to expect. I obeyed his request, following him through the door into the front hall of the big house. Somewhere I never thought I would be. I felt like a kitchen maid invited up to eat with the family.
“I would like you to dance with me first,” he said.
“I didn’t think there would be time for dancing, sir.”
I wasn’t quite sure where the ‘sir’ had come from, but I was pretty confused in general. I was under the impression that I was there to work as a waitress and help with the costumes.
“One dance should be fine. I won’t tell if you don’t,” he said with a wink I wasn’t sure what to do with.
“Okay,” I agreed, not wanting to upset him.
It took two trips to get the costumes up from the car. That was fine with me, as it was my job after all, and I wasn’t sure about what was going on with Jayden. If nothing else, the experience was a good dry run for my business. I’d already met the other waitresses when I did their alterations, so we all already knew and were fairly comfortable with each other.
They were already there when I arrived with the costumes. Most of them were already mostly out of their street clothes when I returned with the second load of garment bags. One by one, I helped the seven girls, some of whom looked even younger than me, into their elf costumes, doing up the corsets before casting up the dresses. It was important that I be the one to do it because cinching corsets was a deceptively precise thing and there could have been injuries if they’d tried to help each other. I made them pretty loose considering the movement that would be involved with the job, and always asking the wearer if it felt okay. I started over if it hurt at all.