|| -- Chapter 13 -- ||
In the second half of the day, Evaline Strout sat on the trolley car, returning to the mansion. She stared down at a stack of papers, making notes on them with a pen. Outside the trolley, storm clouds circled above.
Despite the gloomy day, her gaze remained fixed on the pages. Only when the cart slowed did she finally look up.
The mansion came into view, and her eyes narrowed on the front gates. A lone maid stood in front of them, and Eva recognized the raven-black hair instantly. It was Serina.
"Welcome back." Serina bowed politely as the trolley came to a stop.
"Thank you," Eva said as she stepped off, but she looked the maid up and down. "Serina, shouldn't you be with Jane right now?"
"You asked me to ensure she doesn't come to any harm. That doesn't mean I have to babysit her every day." Serina maintained a polite smile, but Eva knew her well enough to know the smile was fake.
"How is the second task I gave you? I asked you to help her adjust to life here." Eva led the way into the property, with Serina following close behind. As she approached the front of the mansion, the doors opened on their own.
"Three maids have taken a liking to Jane," Serina said. "They've been helping her adjust in my place."
Eva stepped inside the mansion and handed her stack of papers to the nearest maid, then she turned towards the parlor.
"In other words, you've been slacking off." Eva entered the parlor and sat down at the table. Another pile of paperwork had already built up there, forming a stack on the table. She took a sheet from the top and began reviewing it, like she had been doing on the trolley.
She had little time these days for much besides work, and if she wanted to take time off, then she had to work doubly hard beforehand. The intensity of her current schedule was largely because of the time needed to entertain their weeklong guest.
"I've been assisting where I can, of course." Serina took her place behind Eva and continued her report. "The lotion has worked well, and it shouldn't be too long before her body finishes adapting."
Eva finished her current sheet before responding to Serina. "It doesn't seem like she has adapted much. She ran away last night despite the blooming event."
"In my opinion, Jane has a weak will and timid disposition. It leaves her emotions unstable, but she should be easy to manipulate. Your mistake yesterday was a failure to account for this."
"I see, so I was too hasty yesterday..." Eva paused her hand, already halfway through the next sheet. "For those types, it's easier to handle them after they get more comfortable. However, that's exactly why I asked you to help her adjust to life here. It seems my mistake was in overestimating your abilities."
Behind her, Serina narrowed her eyes. She gazed at Eva's back for a few seconds before replying. "I didn't think you were one to blame others for your failures..."
"I don't think I raised a daughter that would talk back. Do we have a problem, Serina?" Eva glanced behind herself, and they stared at each other for a few seconds.
"Of course not." Serina gave a small bow. "I will help Jane adjust to life here, as you ask."
"Good." Eva turned back around and continued her paperwork.
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Serina stepped out of the parlor and closed the door behind herself. Hot anger flickered in her chest, and her sharp eyes bore a hole in the ground. She maintained her polite smile, but the corner of her mouth twitched as anger seethed under the surface.
(You're no mother of mine...)
|| -- Chapter 14 -- ||
Jane sat in a lounge chair, staring up at the ceiling. Shelves of books surrounded her on all sides, and the smell of aging pages and ink gave a comforting atmosphere to the room. However, despite her best efforts to relax, Jane's thoughts raced in her head.
(Did that really happen? It wasn't a dream, right?)
As Jane stared into the distance, the events from earlier in the day flashed through her mind. She remembered how she had serviced Dana. She had failed to get the maid off, but her tongue had still gone between the other woman's legs.
After that, Geena had fingered her, and the intensity of the maid's techniques left Jane breathless just thinking about them. She couldn't get the memories out of her head, and her thoughts went in circles, remembering what they did to her and what she did to them.
(Does this mean I'm not a virgin anymore?) A fresh wave of heat burned through Jane's cheeks, and she covered her face.
She had no attachment to the title, but her mind churned over the question regardless. How far did one have to go between two women for it to count as having sex? Was fingering enough, or was there some other ritual she didn't know about? Could she really say she had lost her virginity?
(My hymen broke years ago, so I can't use that as an indicator...) Through a combination of physical activity and her own recklessness, she'd stretched and torn it on her own. She hadn't thought much of it at the time, but it left her a little stumped on how to determine where to draw the line.
(Last night, Serina wheeled in that cart of toys. Perhaps one of those is the key? If two women used a double-ended dildo, perhaps that would count as sex? Or maybe I'm overthinking this. I mean, we were practically naked, so maybe getting fingered counts as losing my virginity, but I don't feel any different. Shouldn't losing one's virginity change you? Perhaps because I broke my hymen on my own, my brain is broken? Do I need to go further to make it count now? The dildo idea wasn't half bad. Perhaps if there was also a vibrator- ahh, what am I thinking!?)
For a brief moment, she pictured it--two women sharing a dildo, sliding down either end until their sex's met in the center. If they shared a vibrator as well, grinding their clits against the toy, it would probably feel amazing.
Jane slapped her burning cheeks, trying to get the picture out of her head.
Ideas beyond her wildest imagination flashed before her eyes, and her thoughts spun in confusion. Only a week ago, she'd never be able to think up such obscene ideas, but now that she'd gone so far with another woman, her thoughts had only grown more perverted.
As Jane got lost in her own world, a maid stepped inside the room. She wheeled a cleaning cart in and began dusting off the bookshelves. With a long feather duster, she traced over each volume and wiped along the shelve tops.
The maid's movements were fluid and well-practiced. She efficiently cleaned up each bookshelf before moving to the next, and her path of cleaning led her around the room in a semicircle. As she approached Jane, her gentle humming roused Jane from her land of fantasies.
(Oh, there's someone else here...) Jane thought to herself. She did her best to push away the dirty thoughts and calm the blushing in her cheeks. (I gotta get a hold of myself...)
Jane stood up hastily and smoothed out the creases in her dress. "Good evening."
"Good evening," the maid paused and gave a small curtsy back.
