Suffering Males Part Seven

The first of the women guests for the evening began to arrive, as you would expect rugby fans to be they were rather large and somewhat intimidating. Indeed I reckon some of them probably played the game. Harry greeted each of the arrivals; their coats were taken by a boy wearing even less than we were. He had on only corset, frilly panties, heels and stockings. He curtsied to each of the disdainful women before taking their coats to the cloakroom, usually with an encouraging slap to his behind from one or more of the arriving guests.

To my horror I saw George coming through the door together with her friend who had taken advantage of me at the office a few days ago. They both smirked as the saw me.

“Well well little sally all ready to serve us again.” George said.

“And dressed ready for it ” Her friend laughingly said. She reached out and without warning squeezed one of my nipples, which without the benefit of a bra were clearly visible through the thin material of my dress. I jumped and gave a little squeal, but they laughed and moved on through to join the other guests.

Crystal and I were also subjected to the normal physical groping and verbal fun, as we dispensed the refreshments. Our short skirts were flipped up and even though we were holding trays some of the women stood behind us and fondled our breasts and nipples thrusting their crotches in to our bottoms. . We could do nothing but endure and wonder what the rest of the evening held.

We were kept very busy, there were about twenty guests in total and they had arrived sometime before the match was to be screened.

By the time they sat down, they were very merry and we had not stopped dispensing the drinks and food. Crystal and my dresses had been tucked into our panties by some of the women, exposing the naked cheeks of our bottoms and the narrow string of our thongs, much to their amusement. Our bottoms were also red from the gropes and slaps we had been subjected to. We were allowed no rest, as we still had to serve the seated women. No matter how we tried, placing their drinks on the low tables, could only be done by exposing plenty of flesh. Whether we bent at the waist straight legged or bent our knees in a form of curtsey, the sight of our attempts to preserve some dignity caused even more merriment and touching and fondling. I have to confess I was becoming  quite aroused, my nipples were hard and my little peenie was straining against its restraint from the attention however humiliating and degrading I was receiving.

The match was quite exciting I think .The women were very loud shouting for their teams. Arms were waved and a general excitement and frenzy was obviously gripping them. I don’t understand Rugby or any rough games really; it just looked like thirty sweaty dirty women racing around in a muddy field. But the women in the audience were obviously enjoying it. I couldn’t help wondering what would happen when the match ended. The women’s consumption of alcohol was unabated and women, drink and scantily clad males usually ended up in trouble for the males.