Lydia couldn't believe how well things were going. She'd expected to have a much harder time ensnaring the wife, but as soon as she'd looked inside of her head, she'd found a sexual hunger absolutely aching to be released, and it had taken her very little effort to release it. Before she knew it, Lydia had helped Isabella indulge in her every repressed desire. Whether with Lydia or her husband, she was the picture of depravity, down for whatever was asked of her.
She had hold of them both now. It would be so easy to skip to the end, take everything she'd been longing to reclaim for so long. As she watched them go at each other night after night, she found it hard not to do exactly that, to lose control the way she'd made the both of them do. But no, she held on. It would be more fun, more satisfying, to find the exact right person for the next step. And if she could make the wife submit, she had no doubt she could do the same to whoever else fell into her orbit.
And with the couple's help, it wouldn't be too long before she had her chance.
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As Emma pulled down the drive, she couldn't help but let out a whistle. The Maps view hadn't done the house justice, either in size or quality. What had been a distant shot of a fairly rundown-looking place was clearly out-of-date; the house in front of her now looked brand-new. The shutters and doors were pristine, it was clear a fresh coat of paint had been applied to the exterior, and the yard, while still a bit unkempt, was a lot better than the tall grasses she expected. The whole vibe of the place was uplifting, making her feel far less anxiety than she'd had when first emailing the owner to ask about the job.
Honestly, it wasn't a job she'd wanted to take at all, but she was desperate for extra work at this point. As far as side jobs went, getting paid to stay in a spooky old house for a few nights was on the upper end of the scale. So the fact that the place didn't look like a murder house anymore was a welcome bonus. She was getting ahead of herself, though; she didn't have the job yet, just an interview.
Emma parked about halfway down the drive, giving herself a chance to psych herself up a bit more as she approached the front door. She was qualified to watch a house, no doubt, but who wasn't? What she needed was to make a good impression, make this couple like her. To that end, she hoped her outfit could work in her favor. She'd gone for a pair of dark yoga pants and a v-neck. Something casual enough that showed off her body without being too obvious about it. The pants certainly hugged her ass tightly, giving her a bit more of a bubble than she might otherwise have, and the top showed off a good bit of her chest. Fortunately, she could get away with it, her breasts small enough to not create a wild amount of cleavage. She'd put the most effort into her hair, taming her usually wild curls into a brunette cascade down her back. The goal was cute enough for the husband to notice, but not so sexy that the wife felt intimidated.
Of course, when the door opened, any worries of the wife feeling intimidated by Emma were quickly put aside.
"Oh, hey there, you must be Emma! I'm Isabella, but feel free to call me Izzy. Please, come in!"
"Uh, th-thanks," Emma stumbled out, a bit taken aback. Given the house, she'd expected someone a lot older than the Latin bombshell she found herself face-to-face with now. The woman's smile showed bright teeth and full, pouty lips painted with a complementary shade of red, and her eyes give a sense of warmth and inherent seduction. Her black hair was held back in a ponytail, but it was vibrant and luscious all the same.
And her outfit left even less to the imagination than Emma's own. She was wearing a surprisingly small pair of jean shorts, showing off her smooth, golden legs, and the top she wore, well... Emma didn't own any top with a neckline as deep as the one Izzy was wearing, never mind how well her breasts filled it out.
"You okay, Emma?"
"Huh?" Emma shook out of her revelry. "Yeah, sorry, just... bit of a drive getting here."
"I know, it's really out here, huh?" Izzy agreed, turning to lead Emma into the house. "We went back and forth on moving this far outside the city, but the price was just too good to pass up. It's a fixer-upper for sure, but we're getting there."
"It... looks really nice," Emma said, not looking at the house at all, but Izzy's backside. The jean shorts showed off even more from behind, clearly no match for the swell of her ass. Her rear peeked out a tantalizing amount on each side, leaving Emma mesmerized as they walked. She could swear the woman was swaying her hips far more than she needed to as well.
"My husband will be down in a minute, but we can go ahead and get started." Izzy looked back, and Emma worried she was a moment too late snapping her attention back up. Izzy just smiled, though, and Emma smiled back.
"Actually, uh... would it be possible to use your bathroom?"
"Of course, second door on the left," Isabella said, pointing down the hall. "I'll be here in the living room, but can I get you a drink first?"
"Water would be great," Emma said, hurrying down the hall. She found the bathroom easily enough and shut herself in before leaning on the sink and looking at herself in the mirror.
"You need to calm it down, girl, lord," she admonished, taking a few extra breaths. "Yeah, she's a lot younger than you expected, and way hotter, but what the fuck? This is a job interview, not a date. Why are you getting so flustered?"
Of course, she knew exactly why, as it'd been a particularly long dry spell. Her long hours and struggle to stay afloat recently meant she hadn't had a date, man or woman, in ages. Hell, she barely had time to pleasure herself. Even then, it was a poor substitute for the real thing, and Izzy was most certainly the real thing, the most gorgeous woman Emma had seen in a while.
Her husband Alex, as she soon learned, wasn't hard on the eyes, either. He wasn't wearing anything as revealing as his wife, but his outfit was a snug fit, leaving nothing of his nice physique to the imagination. As she'd hoped, her outfit clearly drew looks from him, but what she hadn't expected was for those looks to be so distracting. She could feel herself heat up under his gaze, and she was surprised just how much she enjoyed it.
"So does that sound alright, Emma?"
"Hmm?" Emma replied, snapping out of her reverie and glancing back at Izzy. God, how much time had passed by with her just daydreaming.
"Are you okay just staying the night?"
"I, um... yeah!" Emma said, briefly flustered by the invitation. "Yeah, that would be fine."
"Excellent!" Izzy said, flashing Emma a million-dollar smile as she stood up. "Really, it makes the most sense. Early as we're leaving, there's no reason for you to drive home and back if you don't have to. I'll go make sure the guest bedroom is all set."
