Billy was feeling a bit of a chill, so he took a few steps to check out the closet but before he took two steps the floor vibrated. Sensing something coming Billy ran to the bed and rolled under it.

The massive door swung open, and several plain black shoed feet trampled in followed by some very colorful strappy wedges with hot pink painted toenails. "Okay, please set up the rack over there by the bed. We'll store the guests coats and anything else in here. The downstairs closet just won't hold that many, especially with all the guests here at once." You weren't sure but that sounded like Mrs. Saunders.

"Yes, Ma'am," came another feminine voice.

"I'll grab the rack set and get started putting it together," came another woman's voice.

Billy poked his head out just far enough you got a fair look at the goliath's that towered over him. Yup it was Mrs. Saunders. Damn! she looked good, and Billy couldn't hide his instant erection. He couldn't see her face but looking from the floor up he saw her wedges with the straps going up around her bare ankle. Her calf was also showing then she had on some kind of floral pattered skirt and blouse. No way to see her face because her boobs jutted out Infront of her and looked like they could cast shade.

The other two women were in the black pants, white shirt of the catering staff. One was a tall black woman with long hair. Billy could tell because he could see it falling over her shoulders. She was the one that said, "Yes," just now.

The other woman looked to be taller and thinner. She was also closer to the bed so Billy couldn't see her as well and didn't want to poke out farther to risk getting seen. The other woman walked out leaving only Mrs. Carol and the caterer in the room.

"Will there be anything else you need set up in here, Ma'am," the woman asked.

"No." Billy ducked back as Mrs. Saunders stopped closer to the bed. Hew was awfully tempted to stick his head out and try to get a look up her skirt to see if she was wearing any underwear. She probably was but would they be plain Whitty or something to impress? But the thought of one of those chunky heels crushing his skull accidently made Billy keep from acting on his adolescent thoughts. "My daughters will be home soon and they'll need to get a few things before they go next door. The neighbor girl will be watching them while her mother is over here."

And with that bit of information the wedges stomped off but the caterer lady stayed waiting for her companion. It wasn't long but the black shoes appeared and Billy got to watch from under the bed as something was laid down and you saw the women's hands grab pieces of what looks like an erector set. Above his field of view Billy heard the women work and talk to one another.

"This is going to be a big gig according to the manager. You know she contracted for another food to feed 25 people." That was the new lady.

"Some sort of Bachelet party. I saw the decorations and the cake. My guess it's a bunch of middle aged housewives that want to feel dirty." This from the black lady.

"Any idea if there will be strippers?"

"No clue and I know I won't be here for it. I got kids at home."

The women laughed as they finished setting up what must have been some kind of portable coat rack. Billy was starting to get anxious for them to finish up and leave so he could get a move on and find the remote.

Unfortunately, Billy must have waisted more time getting over here than he had thought. In the distant a door opening was heard and the unmistakable sound of children was heard. Just as the two black sets of feet were leaving a smaller set of white sneakers entered.

Billy groaned but then remembered where he was and slapped his hand over his mouth. Soon the wedges were back too. "Now, go get changed and grab your stuff. You are heading next door to play with Bridget. And remember, be good."

You watched from under the bed and hoped there was nothing down here the kid was going to need. Did Mrs. Saunders say if it was sleep over? Billy couldn't remember. Looking around he tried to see if there was any place he could crawl too. Looked like he could get out from under the bed and hid behind those stuff toys he saw earlier. they were piled up by the foot of the bed.

Which kid was this anyway? The 10 or 12 year old?
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June 10, 2023