"You figure you've got it coming to you? Like it's one of the fringe benefits of this job, eh?"
"Aw, don't be mad. I was just "
"Hush now. You were just licking your lips, that's what. But enough of this silly talk before we shock our little guest right out of her mind. She's still young and innocent, the sweet child." Vera stood up abruptly, changing the subject.
"Anyway, it's time I got started." Then, performing a slow pirouette, "How do I look? Is this dress too wrinkled?"
"It's fine. Looks beautiful on you."
"Beautiful? This old rag?"
"Uh-huh. You'd look beautiful in anything, ma'am."
"Oh, you're just saying that."
"Nope. It's the truth, Miz Vera. You're sure beautiful. Most beautiful lady I ever worked for."
"Really? Come now, you can't mean it. How about the time you worked for that gorgeous model in-"
"Hmph! That one. She was beautiful, all right. But she sure warn't no lady, let me tell you."
"Solange, you're priceless. But we're still shocking poor Judy, I'll bet. No more, hmm? Tell you what, run upstairs and get me a wrap or something; it's chilly out. See if you can find the purple one, the velour, you know?"
The maid trotted off dutifully. Judy rose to replenish her wineglass, blushing now, aware that she was under scrutiny. Her head whirled, as much from the sexy dialogue as from the sparkling wine. Vera came toward her, grinning but somewhat flustered herself apparently, just as charming but not quite so poised now.
"Well, my dear? Are you shocked?"
"N-no, of course not. I'm not that young and innocent. I do wish you wouldn't treat me like a child."
"You understood, then. I'm glad. But don't worry, we're not really such terribly wicked creatures… "
They were standing close now, much too close. Judy's breathing became forced, erratic, embarrassingly so. She wanted desperately to step back, to move away, but it took only the touch of a finger to hold her right there, rooted to the spot. One scarlet-tipped finger. It touched the tiny pout of her belly and then began roving playfully, tracing a languid pattern of waves and circles that seemed to burn right through the fabric of her dress. She shivered, overwhelmed by the sensation, an apprehensive but not unwilling captive, letting her benumbed brain remain just conscious enough to lie low and not interfere with the enraptured responses of her body. Only it went on too long like that, the mischievous fingertip, on and on without getting anywhere.
"Vera? Are you teasing me?"
"Uh-huh. Isn't it fun?"
"F-fun… "
"You tease Solange, don't you?"
Judy gasped. "You you know about that?"
"I've seen you. And I've seen the effect it has on her, the poor darling. You remind her of someone she once cared for, someone in her past that's why it's so easy. A girl from long ago, a cousin of hers, actually. A big thing in her life. Get her to tell you about it sometime, it's an interesting story."
The sexy finger was still meandering around. Judy could only comply dizzily as her face was tilted up and she felt the sudden pressure of those smiling red lips on her own. It was an affectionate gesture of parting, not a kiss of passion, but her head reeled from the contact of the slightly open mouth and the surrounding aura of expensive perfume. When it ended she was left weak-kneed and wheezing for breath, licking her lips instinctively in an almost unwitting effort to renew the tangy taste of that exotic lipstick. Her eyes followed the retreating regal figure meanwhile, drawn to the hypnotically rolling motion of the heavy haunches and bulbous buttocks, all swaying and jiggling in ultra-feminine fashion, spectacular but scarcely compatible with that majestic stride. Watching it made her own loins churn in a kind of erotic empathy, the blush on her cheeks self-inspired and unseen this time, a vaguely feverish reaction to the confusing conflict between her misty desires and her clear-cut inhibitions.
Alone for the moment, she achieved a certain composure and sat down again as the mistress and her maid fussed with the purple velour wrap in the outer foyer. Then the door slammed, putting an end to the cozy evening, and Judy could only wonder how to avoid any further social obligations on this already fizzled-out night. Was it too early to go to bed? A shame to leave that much bubbly wine around, though; wouldn't it just go flat and be wasted? Might as well stay up awhile longer. And maybe even tease a little more?
Silly. She shouldn't have done it in the first place, even if her coy little act did evolve out of fun rather than malice. But the temptation had been irresistible, what with Solange herself practically asking for it, always mooning around like a big, dumb overgrown child, just ripe for something like that. It was in the woman's nature, Judy figured. Just as it was in her own nature to seize the advantage just for the hell of it! and drive the old dyke crazy with some cute body-language, flashing her tits and wiggling her ass and rubbing her crossed legs together like a horny little sex-pot…
"Oh? Still here, Missy?"
"Sure. Long as there's some wine left."
"It's very good. I'll have another drop myself."
Judy sneaked a surreptitious glance, watching the maid's body in motion, a massive body that seemed to pulsate and ripple inside its uniform. Or maybe that impression came more from the uniform itself, briefer and noticeably tighter than usual. It was quite a sight, though, those thick thighs alive with the coiling and uncoiling of corded muscles; wasn't it kind of sexy?
Oh shit, I must be drunk!
Uh-huh. The wine had crept up on her. Everything in the room appeared more beautifully proportioned, seen from this new perspective. The colors were especially vivid, a bright splendor of crimson and yellow and gold-flecked brown. But no, on second glance Solange didn't really look so sexy. Just different, somehow.
It was then that Judy saw a shine of slitted eyes and realized that her sneaky survey hadn't been so sneaky. A hot flush sizzled her cheeks as the woman's quizzical smile broadened to a grin. An all-knowing grin, insolent but shrewdly perceptive and Judy could only drop her gaze and hide behind her raised wineglass, prickly with the irritation of embarrassment.
"Missy? Aren't you drinking more than you're used to? Not that it's any of my business… "
Talk about insolence! Out of sheer spite, Judy drank deeper, gulping the wine instead of sipping daintily. And once again she toyed with the idea of teasing the ugly old bitch into a frenzy, viewing it as a means of revenge now. Tease her, taunt her, flaunt your tempting young body in her face. Tempting young flesh! Until her tongue hangs out for it. Tempting young cunt! Until that cunt-hungry old dyke-mouth is moaning in misery… '
The erotic notion had a thrill all its own, setting Judy's nerves athrob. No hurry, though. Keep it light and friendly at first, not so obvious this time. Get the hook in deep. Give the big dumb creature something to build her hopes on. Like a sexy conversation maybe?
It took some doing, but she finally worked around to it, asking about the girl from long ago, the girl cousin who was supposed to have been a big thing in Solange's life. It got a reluctant reply, a brush-off practically another frustration on this frustrating night! but by then Judy had become stubbornly persistent, almost demanding, her own curiosity past the point of tolerance.
"Missy, must you keep pressing me? It was mean of Miz Vera to even mention it, you know?"
"Aw, come on, what's the big secret? You got something to hide? I mean, uh, as long as she did mention it… "
"We all got something to hide. You too, I'll bet. But if it's really that important to you… " Solange shrugged and took a sip of her drink. "I don't mind. Anyway, it wasn't such a big thing, looking back on it. Big at the time, though. I was only a kid then, younger than you are now. And this cousin of mine came to live with us, a real beauty about my age but a lot more experienced. So we had an affair, you might say. That's all."