Acknowledgment: "Slave to a White Girl" by herslave on another forum provided the inspiration for much of this story. Some situations will be familiar to fans of StaWG, but I hope it's unique enough for readers to enjoy both.
Chapter 1: My First Visit
The summer after high school I volunteered for park service doing trail cleanup. That's when I met Liza. The park rangers divided the volunteers into two groups and they made Liza the leader of my group.
I had never had an experience with another girl before, but I knew I was leaning that way. I immediately noticed how Liza's long, athletic legs stood like two strong yet graceful columns supporting a body perfect enough to carve in marble and display at the Louvre. She was much taller than me, probably 5'8" or 5'9". She kept her brunette hair tied back away from her face. Overall, she looked like a princess. She must come from a wealthy family, I thought.
Liza immediately took charge, assigning each of the five girls in her group an area to pull weeds. I jumped right in, eager to make a good impression. I didn't know any of the other girls there, but none of them seemed to take the work as seriously as me.
I finished my area while the girls in the two sections next to me spent most of the time gossiping. Liza soon wandered down the trail.
"Excuse me," I said looking nervously up at Liza. "Liza, I finished the area you assigned me. What should I do next?"
"Well, let's see how well you did before you move on," Liza said, examining my section. "This actually looks pretty good." She reached the border of my area and the section where the two chatty Kathy's were. "You missed one there," she said, pointing with the tip of her boot.
I immediately knelt in front of her and wedged my tiny spade under the stubborn weed. After wrestling with it briefly, "Got it!" I shouted triumphantly, lofting the weed from my kneeling position for Liza's inspection.
Liza, though, was looking at the lazy girls blathering just ahead. Her stern look of displeasure detracted nothing from her natural beauty.
She looked down at me as if surprised to see me there. "You got dirt on my boot," she said flatly.
Looking down, I saw where several grains of dirt had fallen from my weed to land right on Liza's expensive hiking boot. "Oh. I'm sorry." I discarded the weed and used both hands to brush the soil away. I looked back up at Liza. She was again eyeing the girls ahead who seemed to have completely given up on their duties.
"Never mind that," Liza said. "Follow me." She stalked off down the trail without waiting for me to get off the ground. I jumped up and hurried behind.
The two girls eyed Liza suspiciously as she approached. "If you ladies came here just to talk, you could have stayed at home. Now, you've made our crew fall behind. Thanks to you, we may not finish this section today."
The girls rolled their eyes blatantly right at Liza, but they sat down and made a lackadaisical attempt.
"You, what's your name?" Liza demanded from me.
I extended my hand saying, "I'm Susan, pleased to m-."
Liza cut me off, "Do you think you can help these two and try to get us back on track?"
"Sure, Liza, no problem."
I dropped right there and started pulling weeds. If we were going to complete the area for both those girls who had pretty much wasted the whole morning, I knew I'd have to work fast.
As soon as Liza headed off back in the direction of the park ranger, the two girls started complaining. "God what a bitch!" and "Who the hell died and made her boss?"
"Well I think she's right," I interjected.
"Mind your own business, little miss goody two shoes," they said. They continued berating Liza behind her back occasionally throwing an insult my way, too. I just focused on completing the job Liza gave us.
Later, I was just finishing the last bit of both areas (!) when Liza walked up. I remained on my knees as she approached. "Wow, you did all this?" The other two girls were nowhere in sight.
"Yes. You said we needed to get this section done, so I worked extra hard to try and catch up."
"It looks great." Liza reached down and stroked my hair affectionately. "Follow me. You can grab a sandwich, then I have a few more things you can help with before we wrap up."
After lunch, I followed Liza around for the rest of the afternoon doing whatever she said. Liza seemed delighted with my obedience. When she smiled at my eagerness, I felt warm and quivery inside.
When we finished, Liza said, "I'm playing tennis with my friend Morgan after this. You should come watch."
"That sounds great," I agreed.
"The courts are near my house. Follow me home. I'll change and we can walk from there."
I climbed in my Honda Civic and pulled out behind Liza in her Range Rover. A few minutes later, we were driving through the nicest neighborhood in the county. Liza pulled into a big driveway and disappeared while I waited outside. She popped out about 20 minutes later wearing her tennis skirt, court shoes and carrying a bag with the rest of her stuff.
"Here, carry this," she said, handing me the bag. "I need to save my arm for the match."
I carried the bag as we chatted while we walked. I discovered that Liza, short for Elizabeth, was also 18 and in her last summer before college. She had gone to the nicest private school in the area. Her school was smaller than the public high school I attended, but they were still our primary rivals. It was not really much of a rivalry, though. Despite a student body less than a third of ours, Liza's school dominated our competitions.
I also learned that Liza was planning to attend the most selective university a couple of states away on a tennis scholarship, she was majoring in business and while she liked to have fun with lots of her guy friends, she wasn't dating anyone at the moment.
