Chapter 03: Test Day
Six o'clock the next morning there was a clatter downstairs. Someone else was inside the house, moving things around rather noisily.
Sharon's eyes snapped open. She tried to focus them as she sat up and looked around, totally disoriented. Then she remembered where she was, looking around frantically for Lillian, spying her, still asleep next to her. Seizing the first thing she saw, a tennis shoe, she yanked the top sheet from the bed, wrapping it around her nude figure and made her way cautiously toward the stairs.
Lillian just 'mmmd' in the bed, rolling over. Downstairs was a curvy woman in a stereotypical French maid uniform, complete with flared skirt, ruffles, thigh-high stockings, impractically high heels and deep cleavage. Unexpectedly, she seemed to actually be cleaning.
Sharon dashed back to the bedroom. "Ms Lillian! Wake up! There's a woman downstairs!" She shook Lillian awake, wide-eyed with terror, brandishing the shoe like a club. ""Where'd I put my cellphone?!?!?" Frantically, she looked around the room, spying the phone on the floor in the corner where she had thrown it after calling her father. She dashed to it, scooping it up and flipping it open.
Lillian blinked at her sleepily, then sat up. "Mmm? Oh yes. That's Cindy. Don't worry. What time is it?" She reached vaguely for the watch on her bedside table, groping around for it.
Sharon stopped midway to turning the phone on, looking at Lillian quizzically. "Cindy? Is she another girlfriend?" She purposely dropped the phone; if Ms Lillian wasn't concerned about the intruder, neither was she. She unwrapped the sheet, threw it back over the bed, and climbed in next to Lillian again, snuggling against her, seeking protection; from what, she didn't know.
Lillian smiled, tugging the girl close, nude body against nude body. "Not quite, sweetheart, no. She's sort of a combination of rescue case, sex toy and source of inspiration." The older woman grinned and got out of bed after a final squeeze. "Since we're awake, you better get ready for school. I'll arrange breakfast."
"OH, NO!" Sharon bolted upright in bed, the sheet falling from her, exposing her pert breasts, the nipples standing out proudly. "There was supposed to be a test yesterday! They'll probably make me stay late to make it up..." She climbed out of bed again, moving to the bathroom for her morning evolutions.
Lillian took a moment to enjoy the view of the sleek youth, then vanished downstairs. "Cindy! Sharon is staying with me for the foreseeable future. Please iron her school clothes." The response was inaudible in the bathroom. Lillian busied herself in the kitchen, the smells of bacon and similar breakfast foods soon filling the house. The maid appeared in the bedroom, rummaging around as she pulled out clothes and sorted them neatly.
In the bathroom, Sharon showered quickly, somewhat saddened that she was removing Lillian's scents from her, washing her hair thoroughly and wincing slightly whenever the stream hit her slit; her clit being hypersensitive from yesterday and last night's events. She shut off the water and drew back the curtain, realizing somewhat abashedly that she had forgotten to put a towel close; she was so used to laying one on the toilet seat, but she had been thinking of other things. She stepped over the tub's edge and made her way over to the closet, opening the door while the water puddled around her feet.
"Oh, Miss!" The girl in the uniform, unseen in the corner of the room, scurried over with several towels in hand. "You are dripping everywhere!"
"I'm sorry, Miss Cindy, but I forgot a towel. Don't worry, I'll clean it up. You have enough to do." Sharon dried herself, and then bent over, unconsciously giving Cindy a pleasing view of her cute ass and pink slit, wiping up the water tracks from the tub. She reached to hang the towel over the curtain rod.
The maid wasn't much older than Sharon, and had a pretty, rounded face that made her look even younger. She continued to scurry around, dabbing up water, her face blushing faintly as she averted her eyes from Sharon's figure. "No, please, let me. It is my duty." Her uniform rustled pleasingly as she bent over to clean.
Sharon couldn't help but casually move behind Cindy, bending to ostensibly wipe a droplet from her ankle, but turning her head to look at the maid's ass. She was totally devoted to Ms Lillian, but wanted to, "check out the competition," as it were.
She got a flash of slit in return. The maid wasn't wearing underwear and the ruffles under the dress did a good job of keeping her exposed to view when she was bent over. She was shaven smooth, and her rounded bottom was firm and enticing. She didn't seem aware of the look, but the blush on her face had deepened slightly when she straightened. She tucked the wet towels away in a suitable container and then stood with her hands clasped in front of her, eyes downcast. "If you would show me which you would like to wear today, Miss, I will iron them immediately."
Sharon giggled at being called, "Miss," by someone so close to her own age, perhaps even a bit older. "Ummm....maybe you could pick something out for me? I don't know what I grabbed in my haste to get out of my house. I just stuffed some things in those two bags and left. I don't even know if anything matches. Would you mind?"
"I'm not the best at fashion, Miss, but, um..." She moved over to look at the clothes she'd already laid out and sorted, picking through them hesitantly. "Mistress, um... likes skirts, and, um... this top matches..." She picked out a short skirt and simple top, setting them to one side and glancing up, anxious for approval.
Sharon brightened considerably. She DID have some things that matched. "Those'll do fine! Need any help with the ironing?" She asked, looking around for a clean pair of panties and bra. Then, remembering what Lillian had said in the car last night, she gave up and looked back to Cindy.
"No Miss, I'm fine. Thank you." She dipped into a rather sweet little curtsy. "Mistress will have breakfast ready by now, I'm sure." She gathered up the clothes and dipped again, then practically ran from the room, no doubt heading for the ironing equipment. There was underwear amongst the things left, if Sharon so chose.
Sharon brushed her damp hair carefully for she wanted it to look halfway decent for her lover. Laying down the brush, she headed for the stairs, calling down, "Ms Lillian? I have a present for you!" She giggled again and started her descent.
The older woman was wearing nothing but an apron, laying dishes onto the table... mounds of bacon, eggs, breads, tomatoes and such already waiting. "Ah, there you are, sweetheart. Mmm, you look good enough to eat." She grinned, raising an eyebrow. "What present would that be?"
Sharon practically flew to hug Lillian, then model-turned, spreading her arms, presenting her nude form. "I started to put on panties and bra, but I remembered that you wanted me to dress as skimpily as possible. I figured that since we were inside..."
Lillian hugged her close, laughing merrily as she looked the girl up and down. "Thank you, sweetheart, it's my favorite kind of present." She reached down a free hand and squeezed the girl's bottom, then waved the hand at the table. "Sit. Eat. I hope Cindy is making herself useful." She turned to transfer the last of the food to the table and then took off the apron, seating her own nude form and picking up a slice of toast.
Sharon sat, her butt cheeks scrubbing across the seat. She wasn't used to sitting on a hardwood chair while nude. She helped herself to the food, scooping a bit of each item onto her plate. "She's very nice. Cute, too." She chewed thoughtfully, swallowed, and spoke again. "Earlier, you said that she was a rescue and sex toy? What did you mean?"
"She's an interesting personality type. A pure slave. She has a deep, burning need to be controlled and used. You get it in a lot of people, of course, but not as much as I've seen in her. Unfortunately she'd been born into a rather unpleasant family. Her father was prostituting her, and then sold her to another man to do the same. I found her while I was doing research for a book, bought her ostensibly for myself, and set her up here. She likes housework, and I enjoy giving her the treatment she desires, so... " She grinned and took a bite of the food.
Sharon's eyes grew wider as Lillian told the tale. "You BOUGHT her?!?! Like a puppy at the pet store? How can anyone sell a human being? I thought that was against the law." She dropped her toast on her plate, scooting back, appetite gone.
Lillian raised an eyebrow. "There's different levels of 'bought,' sweetheart. Some people do it for fun, those who want to be slaves and those who want to be masters and mistresses. I'll show you, when we go to my club. Unfortunately there's also a thriving slave trade of the unwilling kind, to whom Cindy belonged. I gave him a fair amount of money for her. Unfortunately for him, I was also wearing a rather clever device that was communicating with a police vehicle outside, so... that particular section of the trade is no more." She grinned again, almost predatory this time. "One of the more interesting sides of the club is how it attracts that sort of trade. We take quite some delight in acting as a honeypot for them." She took another bite.
The youngster shifted uncomfortably in her seat, a myriad questions wanting to flood out. "My government teacher said that slavery and human trafficking is a big threat today. But, I've seen pictures of willing slaves, so I kinda know that part. It's good that you cooperated with the police, too. I knew you were a nice lady, but....WOW! Undercover work? Like on the cop shows? You're a heroine! I knew I fell in love with you for some rea..." She stopped mid sentence, realizing what she had said, blushing furiously, looking down at her lap as she expected a tirade with the final part being, "GET OUT!"
Lillian just gazed at the younger girl, a faint smile on her face. After a moment she got up, moved over to kneel beside Sharon's chair, and then reached up to pull the girl into a deep, passionate kiss. Finally breaking the kiss, she moved back enough to gaze into the girl's eyes, waiting for a long moment. "Slowly, sweetheart," she said softly. "One step at a time." Another quick kiss, and then she stood and took a deep breath. "Enough distraction. Finish eating... I'm going to shower quickly, and then take you to school." Her hips swayed as the naked woman strode out of the room and headed upstairs.
Sharon let herself be kissed, halfheartedly returning it, then, after realizing that she was not going to be berated, more passionately, moaning slightly at the taste of the older woman; wanting to forever continue kissing those perfect lips. Her head jerked a little as Lillian pulled away. She watched the provocative sway, gulping the remainder of her food, washing it down with a glass of a juice and went upstairs, too.
