"You mean you'd… you… "
"Don't look so shocked. And let's not worry over something that's just a farfetched possibility. Now that you understand, I'm sure you'll be staying awhile. And of your own free will. I'd prefer to think of it that way, wouldn't you?"
The woman's face had undergone a noticeable change. Gone was the kindly driver who had been so generous to a young hitchhiker on a rainy night. Now the beautiful features had hardened somewhat, neither.stern nor threatening exactly, just a shade grim. Inscrutable, pretty much, but Judy could only take the pessimistic view and feel her insides churning with apprehensive jitters. All of a sudden she was frightened, genuinely frightened.
And yet she was aware of another feeling of agitation coming alive in her flesh, a tingling excitement almost, strangely sensual for such a horrid moment. Because of the fear, the danger? Was that what had turned her hopefully imperturbable reaction into a mixture of cold chills and hot thrills?
Again that facial expression changed. Now the blue eyes glowed and the red lips glistened, a look of triumphant fervor. As though Vera too had become conscious of this creeping eroticism. Her big body stirred languorously on the bed, easing back into a similar but slightly different pose. Slightly less decorous, also. The thick thighs had fallen wide, pulling the negligee open down there, offering a provocative view of lovely bare legs all the way up. And beyond that, even allowing a glimpse of the scantily cut black undergarment that veiled the ultimate secret in between a lacy shadow, more provocative somehow than nudity itself. Judy glanced and then turned away in vexation, all but denying recognition to the added surge of excitement in her flesh. Bad enough to be stuck here like this what a dumb predicament! without aggravating her helplessness by letting herself get steamed up over a goddam lesbian crotch. With or without panties…
"Well, my dear? Of your own free will?"
"I I'll be glad to stay."
"Good. That's settled. And you'll be glad to help out around the house, I assume. To pay for your board?"
"Yes, ma'am, whatever you say."
"Let's see now. You'll fit in as a second maid, to be trained for service by Solange. I'm certain the two of you will get along just fine. And I'll keep you here, safely hidden, for at least a year or so. Until you feel absolutely sure the heat is off. And then I'll give you a nice chunk of cash as my farewell gift, besides the clothes you're bound to accumulate in that time. That's fair, isn't it?"
"Yes'm. Very fair."
"You'll have to take orders from Solange, I mean."
"Oh. I I understand."
"And you'll be taking orders from me too, naturally."
Judy nodded submissively. Tendrils of fear climbed the length of her spine. She wondered what she was letting herself in for. And yet the very thought was exciting in a scary way, both frightening and enticing at once. It was blackmail, pure and simple, even though the ugly word had been left unspoken. With an awful club like that over her head, what else could she do but submit?
"I guess we're agreed, then." It looked like a gesture of dismissal as Vera swung her legs over the side and rose from the bed. "You're getting a pretty good deal, you know? I do think you ought to thank me."
"Uh-huh. Thank you. Thanks very much."
"Oh, you can do it more nicely than that." The folds of the negligee swished apart. "Here. Thank me with a kiss."
Stunned by the abrupt demand, Judy sat motionless and tried to figure out just what was expected of her. A kiss on the bare belly? That was what the pose seemed to call for; she could just lean over and do it. A beautiful pose, she had to admit that jutting belly and those voluptuously beckoning thighs, separated only by a black swath of lingerie, the tautly stretched diaphanous panties. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to the nearest target, the neatly indented navel. Perfume titillated her nostrils, luring her on into a less inhibited show of phony gratitude, a kiss that glided down across the rounded belly-swell, instinctively seeking the source of all that seductive scent. At the same time, almost unwittingly, she was sliding from the seat of the chair and sinking to her knees. Not that she didn't know why, of course; wasn't it all part of the act, another sign of submission? A highly successful act, considering the pleased response as she nuzzled into the perfumed intimacy with a muffled moan of eagerness that sounded real and unrehearsed, strangely spontaneous even to her own ears.
Then, still muffled, "Uh… ma'am… "
"Hmm?"
"P-panties. Umm?"
"In the way, are they? I suppose so. All right, my dear, why don't you do something about it? Be careful, though, that's a favorite pair I'm wearing and fragile, too."
Anxiously, solicitously, Judy used both hands for the task, stretching the netlike fabric even farther, perilously near the bursting-point as she worked the bit of gossamer down over broadly flared hips and buttocks. But she managed it safely, holding the garment low as the lewdly postured figure lifted one foot after the other and stepped free. And yet even then aroused to a new pitch herself, admittedly she hesitated one final moment before plunging into this demonstration of sheer sexual servitude. What was happening to her? Was she really tempted by this strange situation? Could she really be turned on by this ripe female flesh? Oh shit, was this wild turn-on turning her into a goddam dyke?
And then the obscene bulge of that bare belly was extended again, a thrust this time, forceful, even arrogant, making contact and crushing every last vestige of hesitation. Ending the suspense. Even ending her reluctance, somehow. And in a sense scarcely an instant later ending one more tie with the outside world, the faraway world of her past; hot damn, who needs boys? This was as much fun as fucking! And a hell of a lot safer. Some thrill wasn't it weird? Nothing at all like the kids in the reformatory, oh no, this was a cunt, a real sexy cunt, a great big woman-cunt, big enough to swallow half her face. It sure made a difference. A mouthful like this just couldn't be labeled a substitute, not for anything.
Her head tilting back, Judy sucked feverishly as the creamy-soft thighs closed in to become a kind of shelter. A bit dizzy now, she almost lost her balance and had to shoot her hands up high behind the spread legs to steady herself. That felt good, too, holding on to handfuls of that well-upholstered ass. And meanwhile she had the moist and slippery sanctuary to wallow in, all this womanly softness clinging to her cheeks, framing her face in silky-hairy flesh. Quivery hot flesh, astir with a thousand tiny pulsations and palpitations of desire still on the rise. She burrowed in with increasing fervor, inspired to an ever-deeper level of lust, licking and lapping and sucking, sucking, sucking…
"Not bad, kid. I love that tongue of yours. Oooh! Such a nice slimy feeling, that nice slimy little tongue. Especially when it's wiggling around my clit, you know?"
"Mmm. Ummm!"
"That's it, that's it oh, that's just grand, simply grand. Too much, though, more than a body can bear. Slow down, huh? Don't make me come yet, don't even try, just let me enjoy it nice and slow and easy… "
It sounded like a compliment, but Judy was immediately aware of the implicit command. Nice and slow and easy. Even voiced so gently, it penetrated her befogged brain to become a reminder of her status here a servant now, a guest no longer and she took the lesson to heart and resolved then and there to put her youthful energy and enthusiasm to more specific use, concentrating mainly on the attainment of an expertise second to none in this new existence of hers, this era of strange servitude. Only it wouldn't be easy, of course, now that she had sampled the breathtaking pleasures of her first woman-cunt. The ecstasy was bound to interfere with her concentration.