5 - Saturday
She knew now that her job had really started with the plug. The plush black feline tail attached to that inconspicuous little plug had brought the whole nature of Kim's employment for the McKennas into focus: Against her otherwise mundane life, they offered an adventure
and
a paycheck. It was a shared secret; from the tip to the generous swell of its girth that promised- and promised to hide- so much. It went all the way to the flat and unassuming base that nestled comfortably between her cheeks and brushed her sensitive spots unbeknownst to the rest of the world.
Yes, the tail was paramount to her contract with the McKennas; in the same way she couldn't be their catgirl without it, they couldn't be her masters without it. Whatever the rest of the world thought of their arrangement, it was the thrill of that tail brushing her meaty thighs, of it tugging gently against her ass when she walked. It was a shared secret. A sacred agreement. . .
Kimberly stroked that tail as she sat cross legged on her bed waiting for the alarm to go off, feeling the texture of the fake fur bristle against her fingertips. Did they realize what they had done to her? What she had given over to them first out of necessity, now out of a wish to serve? she would have done it again. There was no doubt in her mind that this was where she wanted her life to go.
But was she still wanted? Could she still be the maid that they wanted when the very fabric of their family was being torn apart by her being there? Sylvia didn't like change, that much was obvious, but that wasn't Kim's fault. Why did
she
have to suffer for it, too?
As the older woman stroked her tail she memorized the arch of the fur under her fingers. How it swayed and rippled, teasing vibrations rode up to the plug and the forbidden depths within her. She wanted this. There was no question. But how could she bring everything back together?
Sylvia wasn't wrong to want the best for herself and her family. The jealousy and fear she was losing what she wanted most were understandable, how could Kim show her that she wasn't a threat to that? How could she be their catgirl maid?
The alarm sparked to life with a gentle flow of music. Kim startled and crawled over to shut it off. She slipped her feet into her heels and stood, she squared her shoulders, prepared to face her dragon.
#
Kim was surprised to see someone perched on the wrap around patio of the McKenna's plantation style home. It was a small figure wrapped up in a black hoodie and jeans with a white baseball hat, a woman- she had a phone in her hands, tapping away at it. At first a tiny thrill of terror ran through her as Kim thought she saw Sylvia, but the closer she got the more she realized it wasn't Sylvia at all.
Rebeca hopped up when Kim was a few dozen feet away and bounded over to the side of the trundling Pontiac and knocked on the window. Kim unlocked the door instead, not trusting the glass not to get stuck or something.
"Morning," she said brightly. "So hey, can I impose a
big
favor?"
"Morning to you too. . . .that depends, what do you need?" Kim became suddenly conscious of how the younger woman's gaze roamed down her painted legs. After that momentary exploration Rebeca chuckled and looked to her:
"I need to meet someone, I was hoping I could get a ride. I don't know my way around, so it's going to be like asking me to set a broken leg- I might be able to do it, but someone's not walking right when it's all said and done."
"That's uh, that's pretty vivid." Kim fidgeted with the steering wheel. "I need to talk to your father and Sylvia before-"
"Hate to be the bearer of bad news but he's at work and she's. . . .I dunno, painting butterflies or something."
Something about that made Kim's warning instincts chime: if Sylvia was hiding in her sanctum, would she even want to see Kim? Didn't she still owe it to her employer to at least check in, especially after what had happened last time? She looked to the house uneasily.
"Yeah, I know. But hey, you get to avoid her for a bit longer. Sounds like you two have a history."
Kim stroked the steering wheel with her thumb. There was no win to this situation, it was the Kobiashi Maru of the
Codex Madicus
; an infamous no win scenario meant to test people's reaction to stress rather than overall success.
She was starting to get an idea of who would actually pen that kind of book. While it might have made her laugh otherwise, right now she was terrified. If she didn't pop in and show she was still there, she was going to look like she'd abandoned the McKennas. However if she
did
go and say she was taking Rebeca somewhere, it would only drive that wedge between them.
"Neko, neko, why do you ignore me when I offer such treats?" Rebeca chirped. "You don't have to see her-"
"Because-" No. No, it wasn't her place to explain anything to this girl, even if she was Elliot's daughter. She shook her head. "Let me go talk to her."
Rebeca pouted playfully but, to Kim's surprise, she stepped away from the car allowing the maid to park. Kim was about to climb out the window when she realized how that was going to look, so instead she climbed out of the passenger's side- just to save that little bit more embarrassment. It didn't work, but she tried anyway.
Maybe just so she could say she did.
Inside the house Kim found that Sylvia's door was cracked open and the music was thrumming a peaceful chant at a reasonable level. A slightly tangy wisp of incense smoke wafted through that crack filling the hall with the scent of all spice. It was fitting that Kim's dragon would smell like a ghost pepper. Something she'd tried ages ago that'd put her flat on her ass with its heat. Kim had chugged three glasses of milk and plowed through half a loaf of bread trying to calm the heat, but in the end- just like Sylvia- she had to ride it out. There was no balm for this kind of fire.
But that gave her an idea; food. She hadn't gotten the groceries this week yet! Kim's heart swelled as the tension in her shoulders eased. She could do this. Kim drew a breath and knocked.
Almost instantly the door opened more to reveal Sylvia standing there with her bathrobe halfway open in a sultry V that accented the swell of her modest chest, daring anyone to look. Kim almost fell into that bear trap by sheer surprise, but when the shorter woman's gaze met hers and those mismatched eyes settled on her, she knew it was now or never.
"Good morning, mistress McKenna." Kim performed a tiny curtsy, drew herself up. By sheer force of will she held the woman's gaze and spoke as clearly as she could manage. "If you'd allow me, I would like to serve yourself and your family today." A beat. "I believe starting with groceries would be a good idea."
Sylvia's gaze swept Kim from toe to crown. Judgment and vague amusement danced about in those eyes before she stepped in and adjusted the lacy frill on Kim's crown. When she stepped back she met Kim's gaze evenly. The lines on her face softened like something was being released and she simply said: "There's money in the study."
"Yes, mistress." Not about to push her luck, she whispered. "May I be excused?"
"Don't." Sylvia said quietly, like thunder right before a lightning strike. They stood in the wake of that word for a couple of seconds, neither brave- or dumb- enough to speak. Eventually Kim opened her mouth to excuse herself. Sylvia leaned forward and started adjusting Kim's uniform around her cleavage- she made it more modest, if only just so. Then she drew back, her delicate fingers grazing the Kim's swells to the very tips of her nipples before she drew back. "I'll be here when you get back."
