Free Maid Service by Peter Birch

of the girls I mentioned won’t do it, you have to find a substitute. A pretty one.”
    Vicky nodded briefly before rounding on Tiffany.
    â€œYou little sneak! Some things are secret, really secret!”
    â€œI … I was only playing!” Tiffany stammered. “You shouldn’t have said anything, Peter! Sorry, Vicky, but …”
    â€œYou will be,” Vicky assured her. “Now come here.”
    â€œNo, Vicky, please, not in front of Peter, please!” Tiffany babbled, backing hastily away.
    â€œCome. Here.” Vicky repeated, her voice firm and commanding. “You know the rules.”
    â€œRules?” Peter asked, intrigued and fascinated by what was about to happen for all his instinct to defend Tiffany.
    â€œWhat girls do together is supposed to be private,” Tiffany said weakly. “Sorry, Vicky, I am really am, but couldn’t you do me later?”
    â€œDon’t be prissy,” Vicky told her. “You know you’ve got it coming to you, and I bet he’s seen plenty already, you little show-off. Now come here!”
    Tiffany was red faced and looked ready for tears, finally prompting Peter into action.
    â€œMaybe she doesn’t want to be spanked?”
    â€œWho said anything about her being spanked?” Vicky retorted. “She’s going to get that anyway, isn’t she, when your dirty little scheme comes off.”
    â€œWhat are you going to do?” Peter asked in horrified fascination. “Not …”
    â€œThat’s right, I’m going to pee on her,” Vicky told him. “What, are you shocked? You seemed to think that girls did this sort of thing all the time? Come here, Tiffs, you know you deserve this.”
    â€œYou don’t have to let her, not if you don’t want to,” Peter said, but Tiffany shook her head.
    â€œI do deserve it, but not here, please, Vicky! I’ll be all sticky and smelly, and what if the penguins catch me trying to get in? What am I supposed to say, that I wet myself, all over?”
    â€œYou should have thought of this before you told your boyfriend a secret like that,” Vicky answered. “It’s not like it’s just kissing or playing strip, is it? That was special, Tiffany!”
    â€œI thought you did it to punish her?” Peter put in. “But look …”
    â€œYou stay out of this,” Vicky told him. “But no, it wasn’t a punishment, it was something between Tiffany and me, something I didn’t want getting out to a load of dirty minded boys!”
    She looked ready to cry and Peter found himself shrugging uncomfortably, realizing that his cock was now a solid, aching bar within his pants, as he responded.
    â€œI’ll keep it secret, I promise,” he said. “Word of honor.”
    Vicky gave him a doubtful look, but when she spoke again it was to Tiffany.
    â€œOkay, I’ll do it in your mouth and you can swallow, but you’re not getting off.”
    â€œIn her mouth?” Peter asked weakly.
    Both girls ignored him, Tiffany shame-faced and shaking as she got slowly down to her knees in the leaf mold, Vicky with her hands on her hips and her nose stuck in the air, although she too was trembling.
    â€œClothes off,” Vicky ordered as Tiffany turned wide, frightened eyes up to her. “Or you can leave them on, but they’ll probably get wet. If anything drips down your tits you can mop it up with your knickers.”
    â€œI don’t have any on,” Tiffany answered, quickly lifting the front of her skirt to give a flash of the exposed, downy triangle between her thighs.
    â€œYou little minx!” Vicky laughed. “Going to meet your boyfriend with no knickers on under your skirt?”
    â€œI had knickers,” Tiffany protested. “I lost them.”
    â€œOh and I can just imagine how!” Vicky answered. “Come on then, out of your clothes.”
    Peter had given up