Naked and barefoot, I made my way across the kitchen until I encountered the coffee machine. I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and I desperately need caffeine.
I began to work the controls on the coffee maker, and I heard the sound of footsteps as somebody else entered the kitchen.
"Good Morning, Blonde Girl," I heard Dasha say and she walked towards me. Dasha knows that my name is Gwen, but she insists on calling me Blonde Girl. I've never understood that.
"Good Morning, Dasha," I replied while I hovered over the coffee maker. The familiar sounds of coffee being made emanated from the machine.
"You are here alone?" Dasha asked, "Normally your girlfriend comes down to the kitchen with you."
"She's still in bed," I explained, "She didn't get much sleep last night and she's exhausted. We were doing amorous things all night long."
"You make her scream in orgasmic bliss?" Dasha asked as she ran her hand down my back, rested it on my ass and squeezed my left buttock. "This is very sturdy, solid house. I cannot hear screams of teenage females through the walls."
Dasha's fingertips on my skin caused me to feel a wave of tingly sensations. Dasha was a live-in maid and wasn't prone to fondling me. She tended to follow orders and not initiate sexual advances upon anyone in the house. This morning however, she seemed to be extremely forward and sexual. She ran her hands all over the curves of my buttocks and my upper thighs. She even worked her fingers into that thigh furrow between my firm buttocks. I had always assumed that Dasha was heterosexual, but suddenly her hands were touching me all over, fondling me like an overexcited lesbian teenager.
"Yes," I replied as Dasha continued to run her hand up and down the curves of my ass, "I made her scream in orgasmic bliss."
"That is good," the maid said softly as she pressed her body against my back and ass, reached around my torso and ran her hands over my breasts, "Lyndsay is sweet girl. She deserves to have attentive lover."
My eyes sort of glazed over as Dasha played with my naked body. She played with my nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and index fingers. I was unable to suppress a moan as my nipples swelled, became hard and erect.
"Oh God, that feels so good," I said in between gasping.
"You are liking this?" Dasha whispered in my ear as she gradually applied more pressure to my sensitive nipples.
"Oh, yes," I replied, my voice little more than a feminine moan. My legs felt wobbly and I placed my hands on the kitchen counter to support myself.
"Every day I am seeing you display your naked body in this house," Dasha whispered into my ear, "It drives me crazy that I cannot touch it."
My breasts heaved as I gasped once again. Her fingers were doing amazing things to my nipples and another wave of libidinous desire passed through me and I felt a soft, wet pulse in my sex.
"You can touch me anytime you feel like it," I whispered back, "I thought Ms. Knauss made that clear. You can use me for sex whenever. You don't even have to ask me for permission. I'm not allowed to refuse. I'm a sex slave."
"That is what rules say," Dasha agreed, "but Lyndsay is loving you very much. If I play with your naked body while she watches, it may become awkward. I do not want to make things awkward, so I wait until she is not around."
Dasha stopped playing with my nipples, cupped my breasts, lifting them up, pressing them together and I said, "Lyndsay loans me out to other women all the time. She likes it when I have sex with other women. My current job requires that I have sex with women for money, and Lyndsay was the one who suggested that I take that job!"
"Yes," Dasha said as she wrapped both arms around my waist and held me intimately close to her, "but they are all strangers, women Lyndsay has never met. I have known Lyndsay since she was infant. I have helped take care of her. I am almost like second mother. It would be awkward for us to share a lover."
"But, you're sexually attracted to me," I said.
"Yes, it is frustrating situation for me," Dasha admitted, "You are very beautiful, but you are forbidden fruit."
There was an uncomfortable silence and when the coffee was finished brewing, Dasha asked me to pour her a cup. Then we sat down at the dining room table and talked.
I'd known Dasha for months, but we'd never really talked before. She'd always sort of been in the background of the Brie household without being visibly involved.
Despite the fact that Dasha looked to be about my age, she was actually eighteen years older than me. Damn, she had good genetics. She had a lithe, athletic build, high cheekbones, and flawless skin. Dasha claimed that her good health and youthful appearance was due to her Russian ancestors who needed to be strong and vigorous to survive savage, unforgiving Russian winters.
"The only ones who survived were the fittest of the fit," she claimed, "When my grandmother was eighty, she could still arm wrestle men and beat them. She could also drink them under the table. I come from very hearty people."
So, Dasha had worked for the Brie family for approximately twenty years and had known Mrs. Brie when she was pregnant with Lyndsay. She'd seen Lyndsay grow from a baby, to a toddler, to a schoolgirl to a teenager and finally to a young woman.
So, as much as Dasha was sexually attracted to me, she felt it would be inappropriate for her to have sex with Lyndsay's lover.
I felt kind of bad for Dasha, but I understood her point of view.
* * *
And while Dasha wasn't willing to have sex with me, there were other women out there who were willing to pay exorbitant amounts of money for the pleasure of doing all sorts of naughty things to my naked body.
Case in point, Megan Keefer. Back when I was a high school student, she was our school principal. Ms. Keefer is still a high school principal, however, she's now flush with enough disposable income that she can afford to hire naked girls who are willing to be tied up, sexually abused and painfully punished.
Ms. Keefer didn't have any hang ups about having sex with me. You'd think that the fact that she had known me when I was an innocent schoolgirl, a young mind being educated and nurtured, would give her pause, but she didn't think that way. She just saw me as a desirable female with enticing curves and a willingness to submit.
I'm not even sure how Ms. Keefer learned that I was working as an emotional support companion, but once she found out, she wanted to hire me.
I never said it out loud, but I felt that Ms. Keefer having sex with me was inappropriate. It felt like a teacher having sex with one of her students. Of course, for me, the forbidden nature of sex with my high school principal just made the whole thing seem naughty and added an extra thrill. I was looking forward to being sexually violated by my high school principal.
I know. It's abnormal to get excited about this sort of thing, but I think we've already established that I'm not normal.
Rather than have me meet at her home (like most of my clients), Ms. Keefer had me meet her at the high school where she works. All of the teachers, cafeteria workers, janitors and other employees had gone home for the day, so we had the entire building to ourselves.
I'd never seen my old high school so empty or so quiet before.
"Being the principal does have its advantages," Ms. Keefer confided as she walked me down the halls to her office, "I can use this building sometimes for my own projects and events, and I don't have to ask anyone for permission."
To me, it seemed a tad unethical, but I didn't say anything. As long as she didn't damage the building in any way and she didn't get caught, I wasn't going to lose any sleep over it. Also, I was getting paid to play sex games. When you're getting paid, it makes it easier to overlook stuff that might be a tad unethical.
When we got to her office, Ms. Keefer turned on the lights and she directed my attention to a cheerleader uniform that had been laid out. The uniform was white and royal blue, the same colors that the cheerleaders of Fairhaven High School wore.
"I want you to put that on," Ms. Keefer said to me, "I have a theme in mind for our sexual games and the cheerleader uniform is part of it."
I gave her a dubious look, but I proceeded to undress and change into the clothes that had been laid out for me. In addition to the skirt and top, Ms. Keefer had also supplied me with socks, sneakers, a bra, and panties to match the color scheme. I was surprised when I discovered that all the clothes that Ms. Keefer had supplied fit me perfectly. How did she know my sizes?
"You look delicious in that outfit, dear," Ms. Keefer said as she favored me with an approving smile, "You would have made an adorable cheerleader. It's a shame you never applied for the cheerleading squad."
"I wasn't really very social back in high school," I replied. I mostly just showed up for classes, did the minimum to get the approval of my teachers and my classmates and went home at the end of the day. I never even considered doing extracurricular activities.
"Well, you'll be social tonight," Ms. Keefer assured me.
It turned out that Ms. Keefer had invited some of her friends to join us for the night's festivities. Within minutes they arrived. I was shocked to see that they were girls that I had gone to high school with.
"Paige?" I said as the first one approached me and gave me a hug.
