Lady Tiffany lazed back on her sofa, the soft silk of her robe folding gracefully over her bare body. The smoke of her cigarette entranced her, and the soft mellow music in the background filled her head. There was a knock on the door that adjoined her apartment with the rest of the house. She jumped slightly.
"Come in," she barked, annoyed at the interruption. Rebecca poked her head around the door, looking sheepishly at Lady Tiffany from under her raven locks. Tiffany raised her brows and cocked her head back, blowing a stream of smoke.
"What," she asked the girl rudely. Rebecca bit her full lip nervously and her slight frame entered the room.
"You required me to come to your room at eight, my lady," she mumbled in voice barely louder than a whisper. She looked around, and backed against the door. "Shall I, er... shall I leave, my lady?"
Tiffany took the last drag from her cigarette and stumped it out in the ashtray. She sighed and sat up, taking in Rebecca's shivering form framed in the doorway, looking ready to sprint away any second.
"You are not wearing what I required you to wear," Tiffany stated. They both knew it was not a question. Rebecca bit her lip again and looked down at her outfit, clutching at the top of her skirt that hugged her hips tightly.
"I didn't have anything shorter," she mumbled in apology. Ignoring the statement, Tiffany shook her head in disapproval.
"Come to the middle of the room," she said, pointing at a position some two meters away from the couch. Rebecca made a slight nod and closed the door behind her, moving briskly to the indicated position. She stood there, seemingly not knowing what to do with her hands. She kept clutching at her clothes and fidgeting. A smile played at the corners of Tiffany's lips, but Rebecca was too self-aware to notice.
"Well, take of the clothes if they bother you so much then," Tiffany said after a minute of silence. Rebecca's head shot up and she hesitated for a second. Tiffany looked at her questioningly, waiting patiently. With slightly shaking hands she began to unbutton her blouse, and she let it drop to the floor in a puddle. Her mid-thigh skirt followed. She stood there in her black lace underwear, unsure if they were to follow as well.
"Oh, for goodness sake, Rebecca, are you going to make me wait all the night for you to finish," Tiffany snapped, inwardly amused at the girl's awkwardness. Rebecca made an inaudible sound and reached behind her to undo her bra. It hit the floor unceremoniously with the rest of her clothes. Her nipples hardened in seconds in the cold air and Tiffany admired the smallish firm perky tits for a while. Rebecca blushed at the attention, and then shimmied out of her thong, revealing her perfectly shaved pussy. Again she started fidgeting with her hands.
"Lace your hands behind your neck," Tiffany commanded, lighting another smoke. She crossed her legs and lounged back again, never letting her eyes leave the girl. Rebecca complied, thankful for the diversion.
"Stand up straight, girl, and spread your legs a little," Tiffany said and watched Rebecca comply. Savouring her cigarette slowly she contemplated her subby.
"Did you masturbate this week," she asked, noticing a flush appear on her cheeks and chest. Rebecca turned her gaze towards the carpet. Tiffany was about to admonish her for not answering when she said in a small voice, "Yes, my lady."
"Oh? How many times?"
Rebecca looked at her pleadingly but Tiffany just waited expectantly.