Chapter 11
It seemed like business as usual, having her hair brushed by the maid like this, but Judy could only wait and wonder when the storm would break. She was still being treated as a guest. Or was she? Wasn't the change already noticeable? It sure made her nervous the way Solange stood so close, wielding the hairbrush with the same calm efficiency as always but practically breathing down her back. Down the back of her neck. Petting her, too just a sly little touch with the other hand now and then…
"You look so nice this morning, Missy."
"Thanks."
"It's these cute little things you're wearing, I guess. Cute and sexy. Sexier than lace underwear, you know? Maybe even sexier than naked."
Judy sat rigidly upright on the vanity bench, wishing she had slipped into something less skimpy to start the day. Her rather immodest shorts-and-halter outfit was cut more like a modest bikini; it did have the look of lingerie. Pretty sexy, as much as she could see of herself in the mirror. Quite a picture! She could even see just how all that sexiness was affecting the woman, the big dark woman who was so obviously infatuated with her. It was right there reflected in the glass. And that too, just the reaction, was kind of sexy. Almost contagious. Effective enough to let her relax somewhat, anyway, eliciting a mute but amiable shrug.
"Yeah, you're one sexy little doll. Sweet baby. I could just eat you right up."
"Oh?" Judy was suddenly conscious of their locked gazes, each focused upon the other's mirror-image. On an impish impulse, she forced a weak smile and fluttered her eyelashes coquettishly. "Eat me right up, eh? So what else is new?"
Regretting it an instant later, she watched the dark-haired head bend and saw the glistening lips pursed for a kiss. It landed on her bare shoulder, the lips parting and then nuzzling around in the hollow of her neck. Now she could feel the visual image, those hungry lesbian lips, a fusion of sight and sensation to make her shudder and go stiff again. It was like an obscene offer of devotion.
"I'd eat you good, too. Lick your hot little honeypot, that's what I'd do. Until you spill your honey all over the place. How about it, Missy, you want to try this educated tongue of mine? Right here in broad daylight, wouldn't that be a kick?"
The accompanying caress turned Judy's skin wet, almost sloppy with saliva, showing off the size and supposed skill of that eager tongue. Ugh. Big old horrid red thing; talk about obscene! Another shudder wracked her body, more pronounced this time, a shuddering recoil from the nasty contact. And only after it was too late did she realize that those beady gray-green eyes were peering at the glass again, staring now, evidently shocked by the naked revulsion in her face. That ended it, the sexy overture and then the hair treatment shortly afterward a few final brushstrokes to mask an injured pride, no doubt and she was left alone at last, sitting there in front of the vanity with her cheeks all flushed. Breathing a sigh of relief. Or at least trying to. And trying even harder to forget what a bad note it had ended on.
Sleep was slow in coming. Judy tossed about restlessly, plagued by a sense of impending doom. It felt like a hollow in the pit of her stomach. Not queasy or quivery, just empty. She lay there expecting trouble and hoping against hope that it wouldn't materialize. Which was no way to hasten the advent of the sandman.
Nor did the nightgown help much, either. She had found it in a dresser drawer, an old-fashioned garment that hung to her ankles and then some, practically sweeping the floor. Only it didn't hang in bed, of course, it just twisted and wrinkled and made a nuisance of itself. And she was used to sleeping raw these summer nights, anyhow. It was a bit cooler tonight, true, but that wasn't the real reason for this sudden switch in sleepwear. Just a convenient excuse, nothing more. So the nightgown would stay on regardless, sacrificing comfort for a crumb of security. Not that the crummy thing helped much in that direction, either. It just felt secure, cloaking her in flannel-like virtue and innocence; who would dare lay a predatory hand on such an obviously demure little lady?
Shit!
The doom was still impending, the kind of doom that crept through the darkness leering and licking its lips, a night-crawling lesbian in search of succulent young flesh. What protection was a nightgown against such evil? Might as well try garlic or wolfbane. Or light a candle and pray, perhaps. Except that no self-respecting lesbian would be scared off by a mere candle; quite the contrary! Now a good stiff prick maybe…
Giggling in spite of herself, Judy had a moment of peace that was followed by an immediate premonition. As though she already sensed something strange going on. A movement. An air current. A definite noise now, distant but unmistakable, the noise of a door on noiseless hinges. Moving. Opening. Closing?
"Who's there?"
"Oh, you're awake. Like you're waiting up for me, huh?"
"I I couldn't sleep."
"Poor kid. I'll soon fix that."
"You can cure insomnia?"
"Just leave it to me. Solange's magic remedy cures anything and everything. Especially smart-ass little girls."
"Huh? How's that again?"
"You heard right. I said smart-ass. You figure maybe I didn't know you were teasing me all that time, Missy?"
"Oh… "
"I'll bet you're sorry now. But what the hell, I'm not one to hold a grudge; let bygones be bygones, that's my motto. What do you say we begin all over again, hmm? I really do like you. I'd sure hate it if the two of us couldn't get along. I mean, uh, the idea of turning in a lousy report on you to Miz Vera… "
The words wrenched Judy's insides. A lousy report. It sounded like a small blackmail threat, an accessory to the big one, and now for the first time in a burst of blinding clarify she could see the painful possibilities of her predicament. But this was hardly the moment for self-pity. Her ears picked up the faint rustle of clothing just a robe, probably being shed and then crumpling to the floor. An initial wisp of scent thickened to almost cloying proportions, too sweet, too spicy, too sexy? The bedsprings undulated with a creaky sigh, sagging under the extra weight, and she couldn't help but visualize that ponderous body coming to rest alongside her the massive torso and muscular thighs, the heavily fleshed haunches! all sinewy tension and supple elasticity. It was quite familiar to her, of course, this incredible female physique that could set an inanimate fabric astir and make a somber uniform ripple so riotously. Only now she could actually feel the intense bodily heat emanating without any barrier. Here on her bed, swathed only in intimate darkness, the woman was naked. Naked and perfumed and amorously inquisitive, one hand already exploring…
"What the hell! You wearing a nightgown?"
"Uh-huh. Kind of cool tonight."
"Get rid of it. I won't let you freeze."
"But-"
"Come on, off with it. Bare-ass is better. Like me. I want my pretty baby nice and naked. No hassles, huh?"
The smug tone was infuriating, but Judy kept a tight lid on her temper something she had learned back at the reformatory, with the aid of a few dictatorial matrons. That experience would probably prove beneficial here in this one-girl prison, she realized somewhat sadly. Anyway, the strong hand plucking at her nightgown would have remained deaf to any protest; why bother? It was much easier to lift her butt and let the offending garment be rucked up. Over her head and off. What choice did she have? The wheel is crooked, but it's the only wheel in town.
"Mmm… sweet… " The voice sounded nicer now, crooning gently in her ear. "So soft and warm and sweet… "
Judy went tense. Fingers fluttered over her breasts, stroking, fondling, squeezing. Moist lips murmured monosyllables into the curve of her throat, gliding upward airily but with apparent purpose; was the old bitch going to kiss her? On the mouth? She sure hoped not. The idea was just too abhorrent, too loathsome enough to make her puke. And what a mess that would be!