This choice: Lilyana tasks you with entertaining all the bridesmaids by yourself. • Go Back...Chapter #6Entertaining Seven Bridesmaids by: Azazel-8   “I’m going to need you to keep these fine young ladies entertained while Ava here runs off home to grab dear Iris another skirt.” The way that the blonde smiled at you conveyed such conviction that you weren’t sure you could respond, and she didn’t give you much of a chance as she continued. “I know it may seem like a big job but I’m sure a little cutie like you must be used to a little feminine attention so I’m sure you’ll be just fine. You’re already living with three beautiful girls after all.” You couldn’t help but blush at the complement, and you couldn’t necessarily say she was wrong either. Though you hadn’t had much luck in love, it wasn’t through a lack of attention. The only problem was that it wasn’t always easy to know whether women wanted to have you as a boyfriend or a toy.
Not wanting to look like a slacker in front of your new boss, you were about to agree, if hesitantly, only to be cut off as the previously frantic bridesmaid smiled widely and butted in. “Aww, thanks for your help little guy. I feel so much better knowing that you’ll be looking after my friends.” From your perch on Lilyana’s shoulder you couldn’t help but blush as the pretty brunette batted her eyelashes at you, smiling seductively as she seemed to deliberately thrust out her chest in your direction. With no hope of conscious control, your eyes were draw involuntarily to her immense cleavage, and you gulped as you gazed at the vast expanse of creamy skin exposed by her plunging neckline. She clearly noticed, as she giggled happily, snapping your gaze back to her face as her luscious lips formed into a playful pout. “Just don’t have too much fun without me okay. I want my chance to be entertained by you as well. I’m Ava by the way. I look froward to making your acquaintance.” She looked like she wanted to say more, but visibly held herself back, nodding at your boss before rushing out the door.
You gulped again at the brunette’s parting words, though Lilyana seemed entirely unphased by them as she simply reached up to retrieve you and turn towards the rest of the room. “Okay, ready to get to work little one?” The smile she wore was one of confidence, and not wanting to disappoint her you swallowed your lingering concerns and nodded forcefully. “Ready.” Of course, that didn’t mean that you weren’t still concerned about how you would manage to keep seven women entertained, especially if the others were anything like the flirty Ava, but you were going to give it your best shot. You just hoped Iris wouldn’t have to wait long for her new skirt, so things could get back on track, and that once they did you wouldn’t just find yourself with two additional women to keep satisfied.
The sound of Lilyana clearing her throat didn’t do much to garner attention at first, but after she repeated the action a few more times the various bridesmaids finally broke from their conversations to listen in. “Thank you. I’m sorry to interrupt ladies, but as you may or may not know, the bride-to-be is having some minor wardrobe issues. Ava has kindly taken it on herself to sort things out, but in the interim today’s activities will be delayed slightly.” There was some minor grumbling at that, but on the whole it didn’t look like they cared much, and all seven seemed ready to turn back to what they had been doing, only to freeze when the blonde’s hand was outstretched to display your tiny form. “Thankfully, my little assistant here has valiantly stepped in and offered to provide you all with some entertainment while I finish the set-up.” All at once there was a general shift in the mood, and you gulped once more as multiple intense gazes fixed on you, a new murmur of discussion rising.
You’d noted it before, but now that you had their undivided attention you felt yourself blushing hard at being surrounded by so many attractive women. It didn’t help that more than one were already showing signs that Ava wasn’t going to be a one-off instance. One of the nearest, a blonde with short hair and an hourglass figure, was openly staring and practically vibrating in excitement. An ebony-skinned girl with hair pulled back into long dreads was adjusting the neckline of her dress, and the Latina girl beside her had retrieved a hand-mirror from who-knows-where to recheck her makeup. Both flattered and concerned, not to mention uncomfortably turned-on, you waved shyly. “Um, eh, ah. Hello. I’m H-Hunter.” Damn that was lame. You tried to start over, but were immediately caught off guard as the blonde made her move, rushing forward all at once and reaching out to take you.
Startled, you attempted to back up, only to find yourself thrust forward instead, practically shoved into the bridesmaid’s hands as she skid to a stop. It was at least a gentle transition, with the blonde cupping her hands around you, fingers momentarily blocking out the light before slowly peeling back to give you a modicum of freedom. Nevertheless it was jarring to be so suddenly transferred from someone you knew and at least mostly trusted, to a total stranger whose intentions you could only begin to guess at. You did your best not to panic though, reminding yourself that this was part of your job now and that you’d just have to make do. Behind you, Lilyana smiled pleasantly, completely unaware of your distressed thoughts. “I’ll leave the little one to you guys then.” Job done, she went back to her work, leaving you to fend for yourself without a second thought, confident you’d be fine.
Nervous, you slowly raised your gaze from the fingers curled gently around you to the face looming above. Sky blue eyes gazed down at you with clear interest, a faint blush embellishing soft cheeks while moist lips were chewed on nervously by brilliantly white teeth. Having enough trouble keeping your composure from that alone, you pointedly avoided looking down at the expansive curves which you knew lay below, instead smiling awkwardly as you attempted to introduce yourself again. “Hello. So, like I said I’m Hu-” Before you could get out anything more than that you were practically blown over by your hostess’ excited chatter. “O. M. G! You are so cute! I love tinies! What’s your name? I’m Susan! You can call me Sue for short if you want. Do you want to hang out with me? I’m so jealous that Iris gets a little guy all to herself. I want one too! How about it? Let’s go on a date later okay?”
“Hey! Don’t hog him all to yourself!” “Give us a chance to play too!” Before you could even begin to formulate a response to all that you were cut off as two other bridesmaids moved in, not surprisingly being the girl with the dreadlocks and the one with the mirror you’d seen earlier. Just like Susan, the two were stunning beauties, being roughly your age and sporting the kind of wide hips and bouncing breasts that made you feel like your face was going to explode if you blushed much harder. It didn’t help that each of them kept staring hungrily at your tiny body, even as you found yourself pressed against Susan’s chest, held protectively against her massive assets as agitated voices boomed out above you. “She gave him to me. That means I get him first!” “Don’t be stupid. He’s here to entertain all of us remember.” “You’re not the only one who missed out on Mikey.” “Stop being so selfish.”
Twisting your head as best you could, you watched the three argue it out, worried they might come to blows if nothing was done. It wouldn’t exactly reflect well on you if women you were supposed to be entertaining ended up in a brawl. Not to mention the risk of being caught in-between. You were relieved then when a tanned brunette, looking perhaps a few years older than the others stepped forward, her voice an aggravated growl as she spoke. “Stop that. I’m not going to let you brats ruin my sister’s party over some random squishy dude.” To be referred to so dismissively was somewhat hurtful, but you were glad at least that she had intervened, as it effectively broke up the brewing argument around you, and the pressure on your back lessened slightly as Susan’s grip slackened. The newcomer didn’t even look at you as she continued, just folding her arms and glaring at the would-be troublemakers. “I know you lot are disappointed that Iris won the battle for little Mike, but this is not the time to start all over again. If you tear the little thing in half then no-one’s going to get him.”
You definitely didn’t like the sound of that. Tinies were not prizes to be fought over and claimed by women. Especially not where there was a risk of the unfortunate man being hurt in the cross-fire. Now you couldn’t help but wonder whether the upcoming nuptials being celebrated today were as happy as you would have liked to believe. Predictably, you didn’t get much change to dwell on such thoughts as the dreadlocked girl turned to face this new challenge with a deep frown on her face. “That’s easy for you to say Violet. You don’t even like tinies.” Her Latina company nodded forcibly, a determined look in her eyes. “Yeah. And we need to take the chance while Ava’s not here to get a leg up. That girl’s unstoppable once she gets started.” Even several of the bridesmaids who had so far remained neutral muttered agreement at that, making you sweat nervously at the implications.
The older girl, Violet, appeared unmoved, staring down her younger companions with steely resolve. “What I think about tinies is irrelevant Keeya. And don’t try to pin this on someone else Lucia.” Her dark eyes moved to stare down Susan next, before briefly flicking down to yourself. “I don’t get what all the fuss is about, but if it means that much to you guys, let’s settle this like rational adults and…”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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