"Darling, I'm your dirty old bitch."
"My lesbian cuntlapper, right?"
"Ummm. Shall I slurp some more?"
"Lesbian ass-licker, too. Wow! Hey, too bad you can't be both, you know?"
"Hmm? Both?"
"Both at the same time, I mean. Like twins."
"Twins? What are you talking about?"
"Oh shit, it's not that hard to figure out." Hildy laughed again, somewhat breathlessly now, a tinkling giggle that was coy and embarrassed and lewd all at once. "If I had two of you to make love to me…"
"Oh."
"One in front and one in back."
"Sorry, dear, I'm not twins. And I don't have two heads. So if you'll just be quiet so that I can suck-kiss…"
"No. Wait."
"Honeybunch, what's the matter?"
"Well, I've been thinking about something. The way we have to sneak around all the time, just to keep my aunt from finding out about us. She's a lesbian, too, isn't she?"
"Uh… darling, must we talk of…"
"It's no secret. I've been here in the city long enough to know the score now. This whole Goddamn building is full of dykes, and my Aunt Inez fits right in with the rest. Come on, Kate, you're a maid – and don't all maids gossip? I'll bet you know plenty about what my aunt does in bed."
"No! I'm not interested in gossip. Anyway, that's not the sort of thing you should be hearing about. You're still just a child and there'll be lots of time for…"
"Just a child, huh? Listen, you bitch, are you looking to get slapped around again?" Hildy whirled, brown eyes shooting sparks, her made-up face a mask of malevolence. "Only I won't hurt my hand slapping you next time, I'll get a belt and beat your ass black-and-blue."
"Oh. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that about my darling empress. I deserve a beating."
"Yeah, you sure do." Then, quizzically, still with a touch of precocious arrogance, "Maybe you'd even enjoy one, huh? It turned you on last time, right? Well, let me just say this, slave – you'll tell me about my Aunt Inez whether I beat you or not; you'll tell me all you know. Because I want you to. She's too damn bossy and I'm going to do something about it. I just don't like hiding from her the way we're always doing. So you and I will just sit down and talk it over sometime soon."
The lovely red cunt-tuft shook in front of Kate's face. She sniffed it, luxuriating in the scent, no longer concerned about being labeled a gossiping servant. Of course she would tell her darling angel-child all about Inez Bellamy. Of course she would get beaten with a belt, whipped black-and-blue maybe. Why not? She was forever enchained, bound in the chains of love, chains stronger than steel. Even now, nothing in the world was more compelling than the urge to lean forward and press her lips close, ah yes, the sweet flesh of her beloved…
"So you wanna suck, eh? You had my asshole and now you're hot for my cunt. And you used to call me greedy. Hah! All right, maybe I'll be good to my slave, maybe I'll give you something extra nice. How about a little trip to the bathroom, huh? A pee-wipe and then a toilet-suck."
"Darling… oh… yesss."
"Dirty old lesbian bitch. I figured you'd go for that. Okay, let's get going – I like the big bathroom up here, it's much nicer than the one downstairs. Only I'd better take these shoes off first, I suppose… Give me a hand."
"The shoes? But why, honeybunch? You look so beautiful in high heels. Please don't take them off."
"Well, it's still kind of tough to…" Hildy shrugged and then grinned broadly. "I'll wear the shoes. But I don't feel like walking, so I guess maybe you'll just have to carry me. How about a little horseback ride, huh?"
It happened almost too fast for Kate. Even before the initial shock had faded, she was on her hands and knees. Bearing a live burden on her back. A delicious burden. A deliciously painful burden in a way, too, because her short skirt had been flipped up and her bottom was being slapped. It was just a soft little hand, hardly a belt or riding crop or whip or anything like that, but it still hurt. Deliciously! And now it really was happening too fast; they were already in the bathroom and the ride was over and she only wished it could have gone on longer. Such fun! Oh yes, just like everything her little darling did – was there ever such a rascal? Even the way she sat there on the toilet…
"Must be all that lemonade I drank." Then, with a scowl, "Aunt Inez gave me hell for leaving a mess in the kitchen. How about that, I leave one glass unwashed and she calls it a mess. She's more of a bitch than you are, Kate. Oh wow, don't I wish I had her here right this minute! You know what I'd do? I'd pee on her, that's what I'd pee in her face. In her big fat mouth. Yeah, I'd piss right into her mouth!"
"Oh… darling…"
"Kate, what are you doing?"
"Let me, let me…"
"You'll get wet."
"Ummm, love it. Wet me!"
"Okay, okay." Then, giggling, "Good slave. Now that's what I call a real slurping sound."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
There were no more daytime visits to the penthouse, no more lessons in the art of lesbian conquest. After much soul searching, Elspeth had definitely decided to do it without help. Not that those one-sided lessons had been much help in the first place, oh no, she had done enough foot-kissing for a while. Enough to last her a lifetime!
Anyway, even though there was still no real slavish worship from her dear little roomie, things were going smoothly and the prospects seemed bright. Joan loved her that was for sure. And eventually, if they didn't veer away from this one purposeful track, the lover would become a slave. Lesbian slave. My lesbian slave, Elspeth thought from time to time, and it never failed to give her a feeling of exhilaration.
At the moment, however, she knew better than to force the issue. Joan was having problems at the office these days. After weeks of striving – working overtime at the agency and even taking more work home with her – she had still made no distinctive progress toward the cherished promotion. And the poor lamb was down in the dumps about it.
"I just can't understand why, Elspeth. Nobody denies the fact that I've got talent, lots of talent; it's been proven over and over again. But the big shots still pass me by whenever there's a vacancy. Maybe I just don't look like an executive."
"You look okay to me."
"Hah! You once called me a mouse, remember?"
"Uh-huh. Cute little mouse."
"It's this damned hair of mine. Mousy."
"I like your hair, Joan."
"Thanks. But you don't hand out the high-ranking jobs at the agency. My hair is mousy brown and I've got no illusions about it. For that matter, it's never even been very important to me, it's just hair, that's all. At least that's what I've always thought. Well, most of the time, anyway."
"Most of the time? But not all of the time. Then you have considered dyeing it, right?"
"Of course. What girl hasn't? Once I even got as far as making a beauty shop appointment before I lost my nerve. I was all set to become a blonde."
"I'm glad you backed out, honey. I just don't think you're the blonde type. If anything, your hair ought to be darker, I'd say. Real dark, you know? Maybe even jet-black."
"Jet-black. Little me? Oh come now…"
"I mean it. To go with your eyes. You've got such gorgeous dark eyes. And if you had hair to match, no one would ever dare call you mousy again."
"You-you're serious? Elspeth, do you really think I ought to dye my hair black?"
"Uh-huh, I sure do. Black as you can make it. Only you shouldn't attempt the job yourself, at least not the first time. Get some professional help – and not in one of the cheap little neighborhood places, either. If you decide to do it, go to a good beauty salon, a big one, the best you can find. You only get what you pay for."