The Servant of Two Mistresses

The air in the room is heavy with perfume and the soft rustle of silk as you kneel between Rachel and Rike. Rachel's fingers brush over your shoulder as she orders you to serve the champagne—not into the glasses, but directly onto her skin. Rike laughs softly as you hesitate, pulling you closer to her. "You know how this works, don't you?" she whispers, her hand slowly gliding over your thigh. The way their gazes examine you leaves no doubt about who's in charge here. Rachel leans back, lips slightly parted, waiting for you to obey. Rike leans forward, her breath hot against your ear: "Show us how hard you try." Your hands tremble slightly, but you know that's exactly what they want—your uncertainty, your submission. What will you do next?