Maid of Kon

Another perfect wedding, Jennifer thought. And most people had trouble pulling off even one.

The only thing left to attend to was the guests. Almost all of them were attended to, but she had two problems still to resolve. Katherine had been a bridesmaid so many times that this wasn't the first wedding she and Jennifer had shared. She'd been miserable the last time and from her conversation at the open bar, she hadn't been any luckier in love since they'd last met.

Then there was Kon. He was barely legal, still at the age where he was stoked to get in on the bachelor party, but he'd been forced to skip it due to some part-time job he had. He might've been more miserable if he knew the bachelor party had just been a showing of an old movie at one of those theaters that served beer. But either way, he was miserable.

With the both of them in the same wedding party, Jennifer thought it was still possible to make this thing perfect for everyone.

She went to the bartender and gave him his marching orders. “See that man? I want you to give him a negroni. Tell him it's from that blonde there. And bring the blonde a gin and tonic. Tell her it's from the guy.”

“Is that kid even legal?”

“Who do you want to deal with, me or the beverage boys?”

The bartender started making the drinks.

Jennifer went to sit next to Katherine. She'd had a few already, but she wasn't too far gone that she didn't know her limit. Now she was munching on bar pretzels. Jennifer thought she'd gotten to her just in time.

“Mind if I sit? My feet are killing me. I am getting too old to wear heels this high.”

“Go ahead. Misery loves company. I'm getting too old to be single, but it's not like anyone's coming running to fix that.”

Perfectly on cue, a waiter showed up to bring Katherine her drink and let her know who had bought it for her. Jennifer hid a smile and instead painted a look of dissatisfaction on her face.

“Shit, when did you slip a fifty to God?”

“What, the free drink? Take it. I've had too many already.”

“No, silly, the guy. He went to the last wedding I planned. Almost gave the bride cold feet. He and her used to be a thing and the sex was out of this world.”

Katherine lifted an eyebrow. “Really.”

“Uh-huh. It was just about all she could think about. She went through with the wedding, of course… it broke his heart a little. He was ready to get married, but it was just too late. The other guy had put in the work. He told me how he wasn't going to miss out on a good thing the next time he got it… and asked what my rates are, just in case he met Ms. Right.”

“Well, he's got the right idea,” Katherine moaned. “Get it done early. Build a life together. Don't wait until you're my age…”

Dios mio, she was spiraling. Jennifer threw out another lifeline. “Actually, the bride told me he was a little too big for her. That's why she didn't choose him, in the end.”

“Too big?” Katherine asked through an alcoholic haze. It was enough to make Jennifer wish she'd sent her a non-alcoholic drink. She shifted the negroni away from Katherine.

“Yeah. She was only a little over five feet. And he had…“

Jennifer held her hands far apart, taking them off the negroni. Eyes sliding from Jennifer's left palm to her right, Katherine suddenly grabbed the negroni and slugged it down.

“He is pretty cute…”

Kon looked at them, now that the waiter offered him his gin and tonic. Katherine gave him a big smile. He looked her up and down approvingly.

“Maybe I could come up with an excuse for you two to be alone?” Jennifer suggested. “I'd make sure you weren't disturbed. Just my little way of drumming up business…”

***

“It's the latest craze this wedding season. The man who catches the garter and the woman who catches the bouquet have a little private date. They eat a little romantic meal, drink some romantic wine…”

“But I didn't catch the garter,” Kon said, confused. He frowned. “I didn't even get to go to the bachelor party.”

“We want to test it out before the real thing,” Jennifer explained. “And you two are both going stag, so you can spare a few minutes to tell us how we did, right?”

She led them to the servant’s quarters, a little nook which hadn’t been used since people had actually lived in this massive mansion, and which Jennifer hadn’t bothered with until now. The caterers had done their job. A wine bottle and a covered tray waited on the table, but there weren’t two chairs to sit across from each other, just a bench built into the wall.

“Shouldn’t we have two chairs, so we can face each other?” Kon asked suspiciously.

“That’s great feedback,” Jennifer told him. “I’ll workshop that with my team and see if it fits into the budget. Sit, sit, and eat.”

Kon and Katherine sat down beside each other. Katherine sat down close to Kon and a flush on her face told Jennifer that she liked the nearness of him. Kon crossed his legs and Jennifer wondered what he was hiding. He was starting to blush too.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” Jennifer said. “Talk amongst yourselves, as they say!”

She closed the door behind her before they could make any protests.

Though she had plenty to do, she found not much to do—a mismatch between her drive for perfection and an event that was already stubbornly perfect. And as she quibbled over place settings and setlists, her thoughts kept going to Kon and Katherine. Was it working out for them? Had her wedding made that last crucial step from A to A+?

Jennifer imagined them really hitting it off. What if they really did choose to get married—a wedding growing directly out of Jennifer’s planning? A marriage that was her design from start to finish!

The thought was exhilarating. She couldn’t stop turning it over in her mind. And with the current wedding going off without a hitch, there was nothing to distract her. She had to check on them… and if something was wrong, she’d do whatever it took to fix it. She was so close to the zenith of her career!

She went back to the servant’s quarters, slowing down as she approached, creeping up on the closed door. She didn’t hear anything from inside—not conversation or anything. Had they left? Jennifer bit her lip. She couldn’t accept that, but she didn’t want to interrupt by throwing open the door and splashing cold water on their chemistry.

A solution immediately presented itself. The old-fashioned keyhole. She would look through it, just to see how they were doing.

She knelt down and put her eye to the door. She saw Kon and Katherine were still sitting there, only now Kon’s arm was around Katherine’s shoulder, his hand draped down over a supple breast.

Jennifer’s eye darted from Kon feeling Katherine’s tit and Katherine accepting it, flickers of enjoyment on her lovely face. Kon’s lips twitched toward a smile. He was trying not to howl at the moon, just like Katherine was trying not to show just how much she liked it. And as she watched them, Jennifer felt her cunt heat, flare. She leaned against the door, her eyes glassy as she watched Katherine shamelessly be fondled. Then, even more shamelessly, she parted her legs. Kon’s other hand went to her thigh.

Katherine’s bridesmaid dress was little more than a summer dress. There was nothing to deter Kon from boldly slipping his hand underneath it. Katherine’s legs opened, so smoothly, with such a hair-trigger, that Jennifer would’ve thought Kon somehow forced them apart for his hand if she didn’t hear the moan from Katherine.

Kon’s hand went up her silky smooth thigh. Then he was cupping her sex, groping her breasts, all while staring right into Katherine’s pleasured face.

Jennifer trembled, unable to move her eyes off them, unable to stop her voyeurism of their passionate coupling.

Katherine moved her hand and for a heart stopping moment Jennifer thought she was going to stop Kon’s exploration. But she didn’t. She reached instead to the bulge in Kon’s pants. Jennifer sucked in a gaps, seeing Katherine squeeze Kon’s prick through his trousers. There was a burn between her own thighs now; Jennifer’s hand went to her throat. She wanted to beg them for mercy… let them know that she couldn’t stop watching, that if they kept doing this, she’d have to keep spying on them, and get more and more aroused, and more, and more, until she didn’t know what she’d do.

She didn’t even want to stop. Not now. She wanted to actually go to the next step—not just to preside over a wedding, but to see the consummation, the grand culmination of pure romance.

Jennifer moaned softly as the thought forced its way into her unresisting mind. Kon’s hard, throbbing dick entering Katherine, going deeper, deeper, until his balls were smashing against her luscious ass.

Jennifer felt a wetness in her panties that seemed absolutely twisted, totally at odds with the perfect control she otherwise had over her professional appearance. Her pussy convulsed as she stared through the keyhole. She saw Katherine rubbing Kon through his pants, Kon playfully pulling Katherine’s panties around. Left and right, up and down, vexing her as he made her feel her wet cunt being uncovered in so many ways…

Jennifer stared at Katherine’s cunt and she knew this was the last time she’d see it looking so delicate and virginal. In a few moments, it would be the sheath for all Kon’s passion. And it’d be a long time before it ever looked so neat and tidy again.

Jennifer knew then that she had to masturbate. Not here… not out in the open… but somewhere, soon, now.

She got up and as quickly as she could manage, she teetered for where she knew the nearest restroom was.

The sight was gone, but she still heard the rush of their mingled breathing and the rustle of hands over cloth. They followed her all the way to the bathroom, making their way through the locked door, and even when her own masturbatory cries clouded her ears, the sound of Kon and Katherine’s lovemaking still reached her.