Lucia's heart was in her throat as she knocked on the door. The house was bigger than she remembered, enormous and imposing, like she had to keep an eye on it. Beautiful, but mostly frightening. She'd been advised that the son had moved out years ago, but the husband was almost worse, untouchable since he'd avoided that prison sentence. She stood up straighter and raised her chin, before grabbing the giant knocker and banging it three more times.
Immediately the door opened. "No need to knock twice," the person who opened it was already saying. "Oh. Who are you?"
It was not the husband but the wife. Margot? She was much taller than Lucia, aided by strappy black heels and the habit of looking down her nose. She had long wavy blonde hair and wore a black dress that seemed too fancy for staying at home. Her arms were crossed. Despite the anger on her face, she was alarmingly, coldly beautiful.
Lucia cleared her throat squeakily. "Hello, ma'am. I'm here with the Ministry."
Margot flinched at the word "ma'am." This girl, probably still a student, shows up to her house expecting - what? To uncover the truth about the "mad scientist" that the government had missed? She must have been new.
Margot quirked an eyebrow. "And? I didn't receive any notice."
"Here you are!" Lucia said brightly, handing her a piece of paper from her bag. "This was mailed here a few weeks ago, I'm pretty sure." She glanced at the decrepit mailbox to her right. The woman just stared, so she went on, "Sorry if the timing is bad. We're a bit pressed at work at the moment. May I come in?"
"Certainly not! You've picked a very bad time, missβ"
"Pardon me," Lucia said politely, "but I think you'll find if we have reason to believe you're harboring dangerous, potentially treasonous, materials, we have every right to search the house." She handed her another official-looking document from her bag.
Margot stared at her for a long time, as if considering. Then, she smiled, a hard smile, but she was distractingly attractive when she wanted to be. "Come in, Miss..."
"I'm Lucia," said the young girl, wiping her feet. "Thank you." Margot, back to frowning, closed the door behind her.
"Come through here to the kitchen," the older woman said, leading her through high-ceilinged corridors. Lucia looked around for signs of life, but quickly got distracted by the splendor of the house, despite its darkness.
"You have a lovely home," she found herself saying.
"Thank you," Margot said sharply as they got to the kitchen, which was huge but empty of people. "Sit." Lucia did.
Margot was smiling again. She stood there staring at Lucia, who fidgeted under her gaze. "Are you new to this, darling?"
Lucia looked down and Margot detected the slightest blush on her cheeks. "Well, it's my second week," she admitted.
"And they have you here with me?" Margot tsked sympathetically. "That can't be right."
"Oh, I wanted to come!"
"Did you?"
"They didn't want me to. They're finished with you," she said, and then blushed more at her own forwardness. "They think I'm crazy coming here," she said in a softer voice.
"Aw," Margot cooed, looking at her with that deep, penetrating gaze. "And why did you come here?"
"Well, I had to see for myself," Lucia said, more assured now. "And I believe in the... occult, y'know."
"Occult? Ha, that's not what I'd call it. Would you like a drink?"
Lucia eyed the wine bottles behind the sink. "I'd better not."
"No? Not even water?"
"Um." Lucia's throat was dry. "Yeah, I'll have water. Thank you."
Margot's face lit up with a Cheshire cat grin. "Of course."
Lucia fidgeted as the other woman got glasses. Margot had to have been in her late thirties, over ten years older than her, but her figure remained, wrapped beautifully in her dress.
When she turned around, Lucia pretended she'd been looking around for signs of sorcery. "Here you go," Margot said, placing the glass on the table and taking a sip from her own.
Lucia chuckled nervously. "Thanks." She sniffed the glass.
Margot laughed, still not sitting down. "I didn't poison you, darling. You saw me pour it."
"Sorry. I have to do that," Lucia said, taking a drink. "People don't usually like the government poking around their houses."
"No, I imagine not."
"So, I'll need complete access to the house. I may even ask you to leave for a few hours, actually. I need to speak with the servants privately for a brief period. Standard procedure, ma'am. Is that all right?"
"Yes, certainly."
"Is anyone else home?"
"No, no. I live alone these days. No servants either."
Lucia looked surprised but unbothered. "Right."
"Though I do miss them sometimes," Margot said, not taking her eyes off Lucia. "We were very lucky. They were so... willing, and obedient." Lucia squirmed. "We paid them well, of course, but they loved their jobs. They loved to serve." The younger girl twitched visibly in her seat.
"Something bothering you, darling?"
"Yes," Lucia said, to her surprise. There was an odd look of confusion on her face, and she looked down at herself, almost as if to check she was still there.
Margot nodded knowingly and chuckled. "Do you like to serve, Lucia?"
"Yes," she whispered, and covered her own mouth, mortified.
"Mmm. I thought so," murmured Margot. "Don't worry, I can't read minds," she laughed, slinking over to Lucia's side of the table. "You were too obvious as soon as you walked in here. You can't hide your submissive nature." She kneaded her shoulders and the younger girl let out a sigh of pleasure. Margot gripped the back of her neck, lightly in her soft fingers, and saw her eyes briefly close. She chuckled knowingly. Leaning in, Margot whispered, "Are your knickers wet, darling?"
"Uhh, yes," Lucia moaned.
"Mmm. I did not poison you, my love," she said, "but it appears my truth serum is as powerful as it ever was."
"Now, ma'am, I reallyβ"
"Do you want to know what I have in mind for you?" Margot purred.
"Yes," Lucia said automatically.
Margot rubbed her fingers along Lucia's neck. "Then let me," she whispered, "into your mind."
Lucia hesitated, and looked up at the woman towering over her, lust blazing in her previously cold eyes. She tried to move in her seat, but Margot held her still, which made her even wetter. "Please," Lucia breathed, and Margot nodded. She felt her eyes close and her resistance weaken.
"Thank you, pet," Margot said. One hand was tight on Lucia's neck, the other one slipped under her skirt and moved her underwear to the side, rubbing her pussy lips. "Why are you so wet, love?"