Author: Spunk N. Wagnels Title: (SNW) Clydesdale Among the Fillies 5 Part: 5 Universe: Clydesdale Among the Fillies Saga Summary: Clyde learns the rules of the sorority in order to be able to stay there. Clyde is fitted for a costum that allows him make some extra money. Keywords: humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at their discretion, where and when it is legal to do so. Similarity to persons, living or dead is coincidence. All rights are reserved by the author. Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge, and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer. Clydesdale Among the Fillies, Part 5 By Spunk N. Wagnels For earlier parts, see at bottom. "Miss Marie, I'm glad I caught you." "Hey Clyde. Is it about the uniform? It looks cute on you." Marie said. "No, it's about that need to make some money." "You didn't get enough from Carly?" Marie asked. "No, well I mean, I need to make some more before the weekend. Do you have any other leads for me?" "Well maybe. . . . No, I shouldn't. . . . Well, let me check it out for you. If Kelly is in, I can get right back to you." Marie said. Clyde went back downstairs to his room. "Damn!" he brooded. "That Carly played me like a fiddle. No, that was my fault. I had my chance and I blew it. Get a grip guy." He scolded himself pacing. "Damn this skirt thing anyway." He was thinking, flipping the skirt and his balls as Marie appeared in his doorway. "I really shouldn't be arranging this, but Kelly has a side business and she agreed to take you on for a day to see if you'd work out." Marie said. "Great. Thank you." Clyde said starting to approach her. Marie held out her hands to stop his forward progress, "This is a delicate situation for her, so you have to do everything she says when she says it, how she says it. Do you understand?" He nodded. "Okay, you'll probably have to miss school tomorrow because it involves a drive to the country. She'll come for you here in the morning. She's blonde, real pretty, you know the radiant type, nice smile. You'll see what I mean when you meet her." "That's so great." He said, grabbing her arms at the shoulder and planting a kiss of gratitude on her cheek. Marie more or less tolerated the gesture, patted his upper arm and wished him "Good luck." Thursday morning came and Clyde was greeted to the day by a flower standing in his doorway. "Hi, I'm Kelly." Clyde shook himself awake. Kelly stood sweetly with her hands behind her back in the doorway. She was wearing a white pleated flared skirt, a yellow half tee-shirt with two daisies on the chest, a daisy printed headband from the back of her bangs under her hair to the base of her head, and green pantyhose with a garter of daisies. "What the . . .?" Clyde started to say. "What? You mean this costume? I've seen what you're wearing around the place, you should talk. Besides if you're working for me today, you get to wear one of these costumes with pride too." Kelly said. "Your skirt will just about pass as is. Here," she pulled a yellow and green crumpled mix of material from behind her back, "put these on and meet me upstairs in half an hour." Clyde took the clothes and separated them into each hand. "What are these for?" "You want to make some money, some real good money, right?" Clyde stared clinging on her words. "Well, today I'll let you be a Daisy for 'Daisy Fresh Cleaning Service.' Thursdays it's the Waitley mansion. You interested or not?" "Well, ah, ah, sure, I'm in, I guess. I gotta wear this, . . . to clean a house?" "That's the uniform, along with this," she said pulling a headband from the waist of her skirt that looked like a string of daisies and placed it on his head Indian headband style, "and this." She said handing him a daisy ring garter, then showing him where to wear it on his leg by modeling hers. Clyde showered and turned embarrassed each time a coed came and passed his open stall to use the bathroom. It was like Grand Central Station at that hour of the morning. When he got out, and saw the line of girls in front of the mirrors, he decide to hightail it back to his room in his towel, rather than change into the costume right there. The green panty hose was a challenge to pull on as well as get used to as a sensation, with no hair left to insulate his sensitive skin from its silky grip. He tried wearing it with his cocked tucked in different directions before deciding on straight up, as it wouldn't be revealed and embarrass him if it chose to grow. The tee-shirt was a tight fit, but he hoped it would stretch some before he had to actually do some work in it. Tucking the garter and headband in the waist of his skirt, Clyde went upstairs and waited in the front hall for Kelly. He wanted to shrink into a hole each time a coed passed through and looked him up and down with derision. Finally, Kelley appeared with two others, similarly dressed. The one with short curly blonde hair was Lisa, and the other with a Mediterranean complexion was Anita. "Okay crew lets head out." Kelly directed. Kelly took out two magnetic signs from the back of her car advertising the Daisy Fresh Cleaning Service and stuck them on the front doors, a white Toyota Corolla Wagon. They piled in giving Clyde the shotgun seat for his legs. As they were on their way Kelly informed everyone that Mrs. Waitley thought Kelly's name was Daisy so they should all address her as such. She warned that Mr. Waitley was a frisky old geezer and they should either learn to like or tolerate anything that may go on there. She disclosed that they'd make $100.00 each for three hours work and a share of whatever tip Mrs. Waitley may or may not decide to tack on. And finally, that they do whatever she said because this account was so lucrative that she'd make anyone miserable that screwed it up for her. "If you have any questions and I'm not available, ask Anita, she's gone on this gig a couple times before." "What's it like?" Lisa asked. "The house or working for the Waitleys?" She replied. "The Waitleys." Lisa said. "Well, Mrs. Waitley is probably in her mid thirties, wouldn't you say Kelly?" Kelly nodded while looking for a turn. "And Mr. Waitley is what, seventy-five eighty or so?" Anita asked. "I think I heard eighty-two" Kelly said concentrating on the drive. "Well, I think Mrs. Waitley is trying to have us knock off her rich husband by hiring us to race his heart." Anita conjectured. "It could be she really loves him and wants to make him happy in his old age. She wants us to do things that will get him so excited that he'll get up from his wheelchair. The more he exercises the longer he'll live." Kelly countered. "Where do I fit in?" Clyde asked concerned. "We have to clean too. Besides, I don't think he sees very well, I think you'll pass his muster. Just don't talk." Kelly advised. "So what do we do to get him excited?" Lisa asked. "Girl, are you lame in the brain? Flirt! You might even enjoy flirting with Vinnie. I know I do." Anita said. "Now who's Vinnie?" Lisa asked. "Oh, you'll see." Anita said, winding down the conversation noticing Kelly turning into the driveway. "Kelly piled her helpers high with cleaning supplies and they all headed to the door. Before she could ring the bell, the large ornate door opened and they were greeted by a stunningly glamorous woman, her hair neatly held back, her makeup looking professionally done, her figure like a model who had been eating sensible meals, and an expensive suit that flattered her shape. "Hello Daisy, and friends, please come in. Mr. Waitley is in his office and I know it needs a lot of work. I hope he won't be too much in the way." Mrs. Waitley said. In the distance the clicking of nails on the polished floors could be heard approaching. Around a corner came a Doberman heading towards them. Kelly and Anita smiled. Lisa and Clyde stood frozen with fear. He went along and smelled everybody's crotches. Lisa back away frightened. "Oh don't worry, Vinnie's very friendly, really." Mrs. Waitley advised, and Lisa lightened up to let him sniff her. Then Vinnie went up to Clyde's crotch and excitedly sniffed, snorted and butted his nose up into his unprotected balls. Clyde let out a breath and held it, turning red, doubling over while trying not to drop the vacuum and bucket of cleaners in his hands. Vinnie thought he was playing, so he dove in again even more excited causing Clyde to double over on the floor, let go of the items, and hold his crotch and stomach. "Daisy, what is this? You brought a man this time?" Mrs. Waitley asked surprised. "Ah yes Ma'am. I thought we could do some of the heavier projects today. I hope you don't mind." Kelly responded, thinking on her feet. "Well, this man is hurting. I'll take care of him. You take the others along and clean up around Mr. Waitley." Mrs. Waitley directed, then looking at the dog still amorously hanging around Clyde. "Oh, and please take Vinnie." "Yes Ma'am. Right away. Com'on gals." Kelly said. Mrs. Waitley crouched as best she could beside Clyde in her heels and snug skirt. "Here, let me help you up." She said pulling up on his arm. "Can you walk?" She asked as he stood. He nodded with labored breathing. "Come with me." She led him through the house to the kitchen. "Will you excuse us May?" She said to the kitchen worker. "Sit here." She said to Clyde, then took off the top to her suit, uncovering a blouse that allowed a fairly clear view of the lacy full slip she was wearing. She pulled Clyde's legs apart, took his hand away and flipped up the front of his skirt, saying, "Don't worry, I was a nurse when I met Mr. Waitley. Let me see if there is any damage done." She saw that his cock and balls were covered by the pantyhose, so she got up and retrieved a pair of scissors. Clyde looked on in panic as she brought it toward his nads and put his hand back over this crotch to protect them. Mrs. Waitley pulled his hand away again, "Don't worry, we can get you a new pair of hose. I'll see to it. I need to see if there is any damage like color changes, swelling, and so on." She pinched some material away from his balls and snipped a hole. Then, painfully for Clyde, she fished out his cock and balls. First she picked up his penis and turned it over to see all sides and laid it down to the left. Then she picked up his scrotum and looked closely for color and felt his testes for swelling. Clyde didn't know whether to cry out from pain or delight. "So what's your name?" She asked to take his mind off of her examination. "I usually go by my middle name 'Sam,' but some people around here call me by my first, 'Clyde.'" "Well, I'm pretty sure you are okay, Sam, but we'll put some ice on them just to be safe." She went to a half width hotel style icemaker and scooped some ice into a smooth kitchen towel. She handed it to Clyde and told him to put it on for about ten to fifteen minutes. Mr. Waitley was in his study looking rather sullen until the daisies walked in, then he brightened and grunted a "Hello." Kelly and Anita started dusting near and around him and Lisa started to dust a little further away. "How have you been, Mr. Waitley?" Kelly said dusting his chair. "Now which one are you?" He said without his dentures. "I'm Daisy, don't you remember me? I sure remember you. I've been working out at the track so I can stay a step ahead of you when you decide to chase me." She said acting feline. He pushed her out of his line of sight and pointed with a wavering finger at Lisa who was straightening cushions on the couch. "Who's that?" "That's Lisa. Say 'Hi' to Mr. Waitley, Lisa" Kelly said. "Hi, Mr. Waitley," she said as confidently as she could approaching him, "it's nice to meet a man your age with so much pep." "Listen Honey, I think I lost a cufflink under that couch there. Would you see if you can find it for me?" "Take your time." Kelly whispered as Lisa passed her to go back to the couch. Lisa got down on hands and knees sticking her green pantyhosed ass up as she pretended to look under the skirt of the couch. Vinnie took it as a signal to approach and sniff. Lisa bolted up and looked at Anita who was signaling her to get back down and ride with it. Vinnie started to lick between her legs and sniff the spot alternately. Lisa looked up from the floor at Anita pleadingly, but Anita looked back reassuringly. Vinnie started to pick up a change in scent and started to snort and lick more energetically. Lisa's head started to swim in pleasure and she had to lay it right side down on the floor, sticking her rear out more lewdly in response. Vinnie was tasting her through the material and lapping at the source like a wanderer from a desert at an oasis. He started to raise his front paws up from the ground a couple of inches, but Kelly crouched by his side to tamp down his ambition. Left solely to enjoy Lisa's nectar, Vinnie kept lapping unceasingly at Lisa's snatch until she came in a myriad of vocalizations, while Mr. Waitley clapped and cooed like a little kid. When she was through cumming and couldn't take it any more, she rolled away defensively from his snout. "She couldn't find anything Mr. Waitley, I'll try for you." Anita said with anticipation as she assumed Lisa's position looking under the skirt of the couch. That's more than long enough Sam, let me see." She said gently removing the soaked icepack. She stared at his reddened groin area, his shrunken genitals, and hairless skin. "How do you feel there?" "Kinda numb." "But better than before, right?" Clyde nodded. " You know, I'm way out of touch with you kids, is this the current fashion with the hair?" Clyde didn't know how to answer her. "I guess in some circles." "I see. Interesting. Come with me." She said holding out her hand. "Can you walk okay?" Clyde nodded as he walked straight-legged, toes out, and shuffling his heels forward at first. "You poor dear, follow me." She led him to an elevator and up to the second floor. "Let's go in here." She was leading him to a large ornate bedroom. "Have a seat here." She said patting the edge of a large round bed. "We should get these off." She was pulling down the green hose then the skirt. "Lay back, you need to get some air on the area to reduce the redness from the ice." She guided him back with her hand on his shoulder spread his legs and bent his knees. "We should really see if everything is working properly for you, you know." Clyde started to blush as Mrs. Waitley walked around the bed to in front of some mirrors and removed her blouse. She watched his balls churning as she slipped out of her skirt. She was relieved to see his penis moving and growing larger with each lurch as she pulled down her panties, kicking off her heels, as she stepped out of them huddled on the floor. She approached the bed and crawled over to Clyde who was dazed and in shock. Her breasts pushed the slip away from her as she crawled giving him a glimpse down the front to a garter strap holding her nylons in place. She crawled up next to him, her knees near his shoulder, her hands on either side of his hips. "I bet you could use some warming up, after all that ice." She started to blow on the skin between his spread legs. Confident she didn't have anything radical planned for him down there, Clyde started to focus his attention on her hips and naked rear that were positioned a quarter turn from his view. He hesitantly put his hand on her firm calf and felt her musculature. She put her face down pinning his eager prick. He moved his hand up and down her calf and then up to the garter snap, and she moaned. He moved his hand up to her upper thigh and explored where her leg became buttocks, the fullness, the firmness, the suppleness of the skin, and lingered with his roving hand over the round cheek and thigh. She continued to moan, move her rear to his touch, and switch her face from cheek to cheek on his erection. Then he cupped just the curly ends of her pubic hairs, each one a sensor warning her cuntlips of incoming hands. He primped her hair pie like one would an Afro causing Mrs. Waitley to hug her face and upper body into his stomach and groin area. Mrs. Waitley could no longer control her urges, she moved and swung her leg over his head and lowered her snatch toward his face, as she put the tip of his cock in her hungry mouth. Clyde lurched up a bit surprised at the sensation since he had only dreamed what it would feel like. His nose broke through the hair Afro defense and struck flesh. The aroma was somewhat familiar, but more delicate and arousing than he had recently experienced. He snaked his tongue up through the hair and started to wiggle it in reciprocity. "Humm." He uttered pensively, pulling his head back, trying to fish out the curly hairs that got stuck in his teeth. Mrs. Waitley stopped, hearing him trying to spit out an evasive hair from his tongue. She turned her head back and unstraddled his face. "What is it? What's the matter?" "Oh nothing." He said, trying to coax her rear back in place with his hand. "No, it was something. What's happening?" "Well, I've never done this to someone who has hair there, and I just am not used to it yet. I'm sorry, let me try again, please." He said red-faced and embarrassed. She turned around and sat cross-legged and looked like she was going to pout. Clyde pulled himself up to sit back on his elbows. She was looking down and twirling her wedding ring around he finger, when she asked, "Would you help me?" Clyde moved over, put his hand firmly on her knee, and looked up into her eyes. "Would you help me be like the younger girls of today?" Clyde looked puzzled and answered, "Okay." "I mean would you help me shave down there so I can be like those others you've done that to." "Oh please, sure. Well, I'll do my best. I've never done it before, except to myself." He said enthusiastically with new hope. "Okay." She said getting up but not looking him in the eye. "In here." He followed her into a bathroom over twice the size of his own room. "I'll just be a minute." She laved over a warm water bidet. "I'll take these off, they're getting wet." She put her foot up on a counter and unsnapped the garters on one leg. She looked Clyde in the eye now, but he was busy staring at the curly hairs sticking out just below the lace bottom of her slip, then the nylons as she slowly rolled them down her shapely leg. She noticed as he unconsciously played with his genitals, while she did the same with the other. "Should we use scissors first?" She asked finding a pair in a drawer and handing them to him. She sat on an upholstered chair and Clyde knelt in between her legs. He started to snip away at the hairs in the triangle. "Do I need to do those too?" She asked putting her feet up on his shoulders. "Um, ah, I don't know. Um, that would be up to you." Clyde said. "I'm at your disposal Sam, make me young." She said tilting her head back and closing her eyes for the ride. Clyde proceeded to clip, shave, and trim the area between her legs gaining much needed knowledge of the topography of the female anatomy down there. He left her with a close cropped souvenir heart on her pubic mound. Then he stood up, held out his hand saying, "Come with me. We should really see if it works okay." He led her to the bed. She climbed on and scooted to the head like virgin on her nuptial night. She pulled her slip up and waited with her feet apart, knees bent for Clyde to climb on and join her. He crawled to between her legs and started to lick, nibble and suck on her folds and creases. Opening her eyes to help catch her breath between moments of intense pleasure, Mrs. Waitley noticed Clyde straining on hands and knees to keep his head down at the level of her snatch. She sat up and asked for a hug. Clyde hugged her and fell back onto the bed with her. She rolled onto him and reversed her position to straddle his face and be in a position to suck on his eager cock patiently waiting for attention. Her eagerness to please him caused him distractions he had to fight to overcome, in order to stay on his task of making her squirm and squeal in pleasure. First he would back off trying to catch his breath and resist the urge to cum, then he would rally and fight back with a tongue lashing causing her to moan and take her mouth off of his cock. They fell into a seesaw battle of trying to out-please the other. Finally, Mrs. Waitley, at the very edge of losing the battle, in a panic, pushed her snatch down on Clyde's face to stop his wiggling tongue, while she made one last ditch effort to bring him over the brink first, by sucking and tonguing him like there was no tomorrow. Clyde could only moan from the sexual tension and wriggle his face to get a chance at a breath as he stiffened and shot a load into Mrs. Waitley's groaning mouth. She arched her back stiffly as Clyde's moaning and wriggling took over for his sidelined tongue and sent her into an orbit, the likes of which she had never experienced before. She was lucky no hired help had heard her desperate cries and rushed to her aid. For a long moment she lay lifeless atop the limp Clyde as they luxuriated in the wake of one of those rare mutual orgasms. Downstairs the other daisies were playing keep away from Mr. Waitley who was trying to catch up with them in his motorized chair to grab at the daisies on their chests. Kelly made them special with Velcro fasteners so that the times they would let Mr. Waitley catch them, the daisies and their backing material would break away from the tee-shirt leaving a nipple exposed. This grab ass and grab breast game always had Mr. Waitley wound up and exhausted by the time they were to leave. Mrs. Waitley had rolled off and they were laying head to foot side by side. She had a hand gently cupping Clyde's genitals and he was gently cupping hers. "Sam," she said, "you are not going to believe this, nobody would. They have me all wrong." Clyde raised his head to try to look at her. "I have never been unfaithful to my husband. You are the first." Clyde took his hand away and propped himself up on his elbows. "Holy shit!" He thought. It hadn't occurred to him either way. He just looked at her, now that she was propped on elbows too. "Sam, I have to trust you to never tell a sole about this." She said peering into his eyes. "Don't worry Mrs. Waitley, I will take this moment to my grave. You've already given me Heaven." Clyde replied. "Oh you dear soul." She said sitting all the way up, putting both her hands on the sides of his face and kissing him appreciatively. After a hug, they got up and dressed. Clyde headed for the stairs first. As he was going down he ran into Kelly going up, adjusting the daisy on her right breast. "I didn't know where to find you. I hope you did a good job." She said. Having overheard this, Mrs. Waitley interrupted, "He did a marvelous job. He made everything I asked off him neat and clean." She said passing them on the stairs. Several steps below Kelly she asked, "Oh Daisy, and how was Mr. Waitley, I hope he wasn't too much of a bother." "Let's put it this way, he'll have no problems getting to sleep tonight. I think we wore him out royally." "That's good. I appreciate that. Let's settle for the day." Mrs. Waitley said continuing down the stairs. "I'll be right there." Kelly said after her. "So Clyde, good job. Please take whatever is left in the hall out to the car and wait for me with the others. I'll join you in a minute." "Yes Miss Kelly." He said and went off to wait in the car. "Are you okay?" Lisa asked. "Yes, Mrs. Waitley used to be a nurse, she knew exactly what to do." He said. "Hey Anita, it looks like your left daisy is about to come off." He turned back to the front watching Kelly walk around the car and then heard the familiar rip sound of Velcro tearing. He looked back to find Anita pressing the flower on to her breast. Kelly got into the car and announced, "This was the best day yet. You will all be pleased when I cash this check on the way home." They all huddled around Kelly when she returned to the car from the bank and counted out the bills in her hand, "Here you go, you each get $200.00. For you Lisa." "Holy shit!" Lisa said, "Can I do this again?" "I'll keep you in mind. Mr. Waitley definitely took a shining to you right away. Anita?" "I wonder if this is enough to get me a friend like Vinnie." Anita said jokingly. "And Clyde. Why do I think you had a part in this big a haul? Anyway, good job and thank you." She said handing him his cut. Clyde's eyes brightened, "Cool. Thank you. Have a great weekend everyone, I know I will." Comments are welcomed and appreciated: spunknwagnels@bigfoot.com To follow the continuation of this story and others, bookmark "Spunk's Place" found at: /~spunknwagnels