Although she'd slept only a few hours, Kat woke up feeling optimistic and energetic. There was a bounce in her step as she left her house and walked to school.
About a block from campus she ran into Adriana, a fellow senior cheerleader. In fact -- Kat did a quick mental calculation -- she was the only senior on the squad who Kat hadn't fucked yet (there were just the four of them).
Adriana -- everyone called her Ana -- was one of darker-skinned girls in their school; her parents were from the Dominican Republic. She was universally acknowledged as having the best body among the cheerleaders, with a magnificent ass that made men follow her down the street wherever she went, and had what the girls on the squad called "Beyonce hair."
As they walked Kat trailed a little bit behind Ana, slyly drinking in her generous curves, which she was shamelessly displaying with a short skirt and tight T-shirt. Ana was chattering on about her plans for the weekend, but Kat paid little attention; she was wondering what Ana would taste like. Would it be different from the white and Asian girls she had been with so far? She resolved to find out. She would need a plan, but felt confident she could make it happen.
* * *
Later that morning on Glenview Drive, Jessica sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee, frowning at the laptop in front of her. She'd made a couple of investments that weren't working out the way she'd hoped, and was struggling to figure out what had gone wrong.
Meanwhile Marie, dressed in nothing but a long white T-shirt, was hard at work. Every single one of the sex toys she'd cleaned the day before had been used and needed to be washed again. There were also still dinner dishes to be finished, and then she had to start prep work for the party that night.
Marie understood that her position in the household was that of a servant, and for the most part she was quite content with the arrangement. But at the moment she was feeling overburdened and ignored. Jessica, intent on her research, hadn't even looked up to watch Marie's ass wiggle as she worked.
Finally, determined to get Jessica's attention, Marie let a nice china plate slip from her hands and shatter on the floor. Jessica looked up and, seeing the look on Marie's face, immediately understood the situation. Though she was generally faithful and obedient, occasionally Marie behaved petulantly and required correction.
At the moment Jessica was perfectly happy to be distracted from her tedious task. Fixing Marie with a stern look, she pointed toward the living room. Marie knew what that meant. She left the kitchen through the swinging door, provocatively exaggerating the sway of her rear end as she went.
When Jessica followed her a minute later, Marie was bent over an ottoman, hands pulled behind her back. Jessica found a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto Marie's wrists. Then she perused her instruments of punishment, finally settling on a riding crop, which she waved through the air with an ominous "whoosh."