Transference, The Conclusion
Meredith awakened with a start by the au pair covering her with a blanket.
"I'm really sorry, I, uh, didn't mean to see you, uh, naked, but you looked cold."
Meredith stared at the girl. She was a little disoriented. She remembered where she was but had no idea of what time it was. "What are you doing in here anyway?"
Erin blushed, "Oh, I'm sorry, Kara is in the shower. I thought before she got out you might want a cup of coffee and maybe a little breakfast.
"I don't think I'm supposed to talk to you but I heard you crying when I got home last night.
"I just want to make you feel comfortable."
Erin picked up a tray from beside the bed. There was a cup of coffee, a bowl of cereal and some toast with jam.
And a cigarette and a lighter.
Meredith spied the cigarette, something she'd been dying for since before her disastrous performance last night. She slowly looked up into the eyes of the wholesome au pair and smiled.
"Was this your idea?" Meredith held up the Marlboro Red.
Erin blushed, "Yeah. I thought maybe you'd want it. Oh, and here," Erin produced a box of makeup removal towelettes, "We're looking a bit "owl-y" this morning. I don't think Kara wants you to shower, she told me not to give you any towels or washcloths. These aren't technically washcloths."
"How old are you?" Meredith asked as she lit up and inhaled slowly and deeply.
"22."
"You are wise and kind beyond your years Erin."
"I used to live in a coed dorm."
Meredith blew out the smoke and smiled an approving smile.
She finished her cigarette and her breakfast quickly not knowing what might happen next and then she lay back down on the bed.
At 5 till 8 Meredith heard the door open and rolled over to see who it was. Kara fixed Meredith with an odd expression as she closed the door slowly.
Meredith pulled the blanket around her in a show of modesty as she watched Kara slowly start unbuttoning the red coatdress she wore.
"Where'd you get the blanket, whore? Erin?"
"She was concerned about me. She only had good intentions. She doesn't know what's going on with us. I don't really know what's going on between us."
Kara was down to her bra and panties. She didn't respond to Meredith's uncertainty, just maintained her odd expression.
"I take it you're giving me a second chance before you kick me out in the street."
Kara took the bra off and slowly rubbed her breasts, idly playing with her nipples. "What do you mean bitch? You were excellent last night. Now you need to be excellent this morning."
Kara stepped out of her panties. She laid them on the chair with her other clothing and took out a piece of paper from her dress pocket and then walked to the edge of the bed.
She unfolded the piece of paper and held it out for Meredith to see. It was a picture from the file. "Tell me about this picture."
"The woman on top of me - it is me, it's a little hard to tell - is Cynthia Alexa, the wife of David Alexa, the man who probably ordered IT security to make a file on me and who ordered you to fire me.
"If there's any doubt, remember the tattoo on the woman's back. Next time you and the Alexa's have a get together - you do socialize with them, right? Next time you party with them asked Cynthia to show you her tattoo.
"By the way, Cynthia is spyder_mistress."
Kara was incredulous. Of all the chat transcripts in Meredith's file the chats between spyder_mistress and Meredith were the most graphic, most sadistic and most violent.
She did socialize with the Alexa's and Cynthia had even attended, on a fairly regular basis, Kara's women Bible study group. Cynthia had two children and volunteered in some of the same charities as Kara. She couldn't believe the change between the person she knew in real life and the persona of spyder_mistress.
Momentarily Kara lost her dominant edge, overwhelmed by curiosity, "How many women do you know sexually?!"
"More than your church and your morals allow, I'm sure."
Kara seemed to be staring into space trying to make sense of what she'd just heard.
Meredith was very cautious, seeing Kara disoriented. Her voice was soft, seductive, "Kara...Kara, may I come to you and give you pleasure?"
Kara didn't answer verbally, she simply sat in a chair in the sitting room like the night before. Meredith came off the bed wrapped in the blanket and knelt before Kara.
Meredith started with Kara's face, neck and breasts in a variation of what is known in some circles as "Australian Sex."
By the time Meredith had reached "down under" - Kara's virginal asshole - Kara was shaking and moaning and spitting out obscene abuse to Meredith as if Kara was in a delirium or demon possessed or both.
Kara came three times: once from just the pressure of Meredith's belly against her swollen vulva, the second time as Meredith suckled her breasts and caressed her neck and the third time as she screamed while Meredith rimmed her ass.
But like the night before, Meredith was repaid for her pleasures by being pushed to the floor and verbally abused, Kara's voice hot with anger, contempt and disgust. Then she was kicked several times.
Meredith curled into a fetal position on the floor and sobbed while Kara calmly got dressed. When Kara left for work Erin came in and helped Meredith get up and cleaned up.
When Erin wasn't occupied with taking care of the girls she tried to take care of Meredith, making sure she was well fed, had coffee and cigarettes and wasn't physically hurt.
