Like mother, like daughter
This is a work of fiction that portraits social and/or racial stereotypes as well as domination among women that may not suit everybody's taste. If you find this offensive, don't read further.
Thanks to Eve Ashland for helping with the edition.
Chapter 2
Two weeks had passed since their encounters with the Joneses, and during that time Holly had managed to avoid contact with Jada. But maybe that was better explained because Jada also avoided Holly at school. Not because Jada didn't want to (she couldn't wait to get her hands on Holly), but because she and her mother had better plans for the Montgomery girls. Thanks to Holly's posts on social media, mainly trying on different outfits for the occasion, they knew she and her mother would attend an important event that Saturday.
At the Montgomery's, the hairdressers and professional makeup artist Allison had hired for the occasion had just left the house, leaving the Montgomery's faces and hair ready for the big night.
It was a special Saturday afternoon for Allison Montgomery, as she was busy preparing for that evening event. The town's Philanthropic Society was going to honor her as one of the "Top achievers" of the year. She was proud of the work she had done, although the other women who would receive the same award did not think the same.
They had not only worked hard for the Philanthropic Society, but, unlike Allison, they also had
full-time jobs. But the biggest reservation they had was that they believed the council, comprised of mostly male members, likely honored Allison with the award for other reasons, probably linked to Allison's beauty and sexiness.
In her dressing room, Allison started with the lingerie, putting on a sexy set of french blue lace and satin bra, panties, and garter belt. She rolled a pair of sheer tan nylon stockings up her slender legs, hooked them with the garters and slipped her delicate feet into a pair of white patent 5" Louboutin stilettos. In front of the mirror, she turned around several times checking that everything was perfect.
"I still got it!"
She thought pleased to see what the mirror returned.
Allison followed with a designer dress in white metallic jacquard, with a short matching jacket. The dress reached just above the knee, with a wide neckline that acted as a display for Allison's round breasts. Perhaps too much for the occasion, but with the jacket on, the end result was much more balanced.
"Mom, I need your help with the shoes!"
"Hold on a second, I am coming over there!"
Eager to see the final result, Allison put on the jewelry she had set aside for the occasion. It was a three strand pearl choker with matching bracelet and earrings. Again, looking herself at the mirror, the conceited mom smiled with satisfaction before heading to her daughter's room.
"Wow mom! You look stunning!"
"Really? It seemed flashy perhaps."
"I don't want to be one of the ladies who have to share the stage with you. They will look like a bunch of old sad hags next to you."
"You look adorable too sweety. I wish I could wear such a short skirt."
Holly was wearing a pale pink tweed skirt suit, with a really short skirt that showed a great deal of her endless legs. Underneath the suit she wore a white lace lingerie set of bra, panties and garter-belt, and like her mother, Holly wrapped her legs in sheer tan stockings. After browsing the options of her daughter shoe selection, Allison recommended that she wore a pair of pink Jimmy Choo 5" high heel pumps.
"I think the color matches. I know you want to look older and you are no longer a little girl, but you are only eighteen. Maybe you could do without the stockings"
Holly put on the heels and turned around posing for her mother, who gave her thumbs up in approval.
"And what about the stockings?"
"I know you are right mom, but..."
"But what?"
"But... I feel hot when I am wearing them..."
As she was quite familiar with that feeling, Allison smiled at her daughter's answer, and the fact was that, with or without the stockings, Holly looked really hot and a little older than she was.
After grabbing her clutch purse, and a little nervous about the evening of events, Allison headed downstairs for the sole purpose of pouring herself a glass of white wine. She still hadn't reached the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Allison checked the time, and as there was still a long way to go before the limo that would take them to the event would arrived, she walked curiously to the front door.
She paused at the mirror in the foyer, checked her hairstyle and makeup, and tugged the hem of the dress down before opening the front door.
"Hello Mrs. Montgomery!"
Allison was petrified. Try as she might, she couldn't say or do anything. In front of her were the last people she had wanted to meet that afternoon. Jada and Kayla Jones seized the moment, and without any invitation, entered the house and closed the front door. Both were casually dressed, Kayla in a pair of jeans, black top and black boots while Jada was wearing tiny shorts and a skimpy top with sneakers.
"You were right, she's a hot milf, mom!"
Jada circled Allison studying her carefully. Still dumbfounded with surprise, Allison came to herself when Jada squeezed her buttock.
"W... what are you doing here?"
As soon as she listened to herself, the blonde mom realized that she had asked a rhetorical question.
"She still has a nice ass, mom. Think
we're gonna
have a lot of fun with her."
"Please, you must leave now. We have an event tonight and a limousine will be here soon."
Upstairs Holly could barely hear what was going on in the foyer. She leaned out the door of her room and loudly asked her mother if the limo had arrived. When Jada heard her, a devilish grin crossed her face.
"Nice to meet you Mrs. Montgomery, I'll leave you in my mom's capable hands."
Jada handed her mom her backpack before running up the stairs. Allison wanted to scream to alert Holly, but Kayla stood in front of her and subtly dissuaded her.
"Let the girls get better acquainted, don't you think?"
Kayla moved toward Allison and grabbed her by the lapels of her jacket, pulling her closer until both mothers' chests made contact. As she tugged on the jacket, Kayla sniffed at Allison's neck, and when she began to slide her tongue from her neck and across her cheek, the blonde's body shuddered as she let out a moan. Since that was all she needed to hear to verify that she was in control, Kayla released and straightened Allison's jacket.
"I knew you were craving for this. Why don't you show me a little more this nice house that you have?"
"Please, this is not the right time. We have to leave soon."
"Well, that you and your pretty daughter leave, and how you leave, is something that will depend on how you behave from now on. Let's go to the living room."
Allison headed into the living room, but had barely taken a couple of steps when Kayla stopped her.
"No, no, no! Don't walk Mrs. Montgomery, crawl on your four."
"B... But my stockings and shoes are going to be ruined! Please, you know we have to leave!"
To Kayla, Allison didn't seem to understand what was about to happen to both her and her daughter. Kayla approached the blonde and with the filthy heel of her boot stomped and ground the toe box of both her expensive white shoes until they were well scuffed and stained.
"Ooouuch! It hurts! Please stop! Ooouch!"
A single powerful slap was enough for Kayla to knock the blonde down to the floor. Kayla knelt by his side and with her nails tore apart her nylon stockings.
"You no longer have to worry about ruining your cute shoes and stockings. I took care of that for you."
The message was very clear and Allison without protesting began to crawl into the living room followed by Kayla.
Upstairs, Holly was shocked to see Jada emerging from the stairs. As Jada approached her, Holly backed into her room as if that was enough to avoid the inevitable.
"W... what are you doing here?"
"That's the same stupid question your mother asked downstairs. Guess you can't say that the stupid blonde thing is not a cliché."
Jada entered the room, closing the door behind her, while Holly nervously backed away. Standing a few feet from her blonde schoolmate, Jada checked her from head to toes and liked what she saw so much, that she almost started drooling. Though Holly was dressed to look older than she was, the pink suit with a skimpy skirt that showed off her endless legs still retained some youthful appearance.
"Get out of my room!"
"If you want me out of here, why don't you get me out of here yourself?"
The shorts and top that Jada was wearing barely covered her body, showing off her muscular arms and legs. Holly, remembering the incident at school and the strength Jada had shown, had made it clear she didn't have what it took to kick her out.
As her mother had advised her to show Holly who was in charge from the start, Jada decidedly approached her, but to her surprise, Holly attempted to push her towards the door.
"Get out now or..."
The shattering slap Jada gave her didn't let her finish. Her slim body wobbled on her heels when another slap knocked her to the floor.
