"Special story. Did I say that? Hmm… " Vera flashed a teasing smile, deliberately whetting her lesbian sweetheart's seemingly endless curiosity. "Oh. Must be about that time in the gas station, I guess. When we were out driving and had to stop. But it's really not such a big story. More like a minor incident."
"You're just being mean. Come on, don't leave me in suspense all over again, it's worse than flunking a climax. I'll get nervous and take a bite out, of your pretty cunt."
"Whew! Good thing we're not living together, you know? You'd have me talking my fool head off. Alison, what is it with you? I never saw such a curious girl."
"I'm sorry. But you did promise. And I just love to hear you tell about your experiences; is that a crime?"
"Okay, okay, let me get organized. I really shouldn't complain, anyway, it's great exercise for my memory. And also good practice for the headshrinker's couch. Just in case. Hey, maybe moving in together might not be a bad idea, come to think of it. Seems a shame to use both houses. This one is so big. And so is mine too big for so few people, much too big."
"Just the two of you, right? You and your maid?"
"Three."
"Three?"
"An apprentice maid, you might say. Very young. Kind of a cute little tyke, too. I may keep her around awhile."
"You sound… uh… " The rosebud lips pouted. "Vera? This girl, are you interested in her? You know. Sexually."
"Could be. But she's just a servant, darling, nothing for you to be jealous about. Not ever. In fact, you'll probably get interested in her yourself eventually. If she stays, I mean. If she's not scared off by Solange's heavy-handed discipline."
"Discipline?"
"Uh-huh. Of a sort. You know how maids are about asserting authority among themselves. Below stairs. It's practically a cast system. And when an old pro takes on the job of breaking in a new kid, well, this one Judy, her name is oh shit, you ought to see her hopping around like a bunny rabbit afraid of its own shadow. She's more scared of Solange than she is of me and I'm only the mistress of the house. Poor kid. But that's the system, I've been given to understand and the mistress is expected to acknowledge such internal household matters with a certain benign neglect."
"Oh. Then it doesn't really concern you so much, does it? Uh, wouldn't it all be between those two alone, no one else, not even you? I I don't see how it concerns you at all, Vera. Unless something goes so far wrong
"The hell you say! It does concern me. Me, not the mistress of the house. Me, right here Vera Carlisle naked in bed with my naked lover, my beautiful blonde lover-girl who gets turned on by stories of lesbian slaves. You already know I'm a sensual bitch with no morals to speak of, the kind of self-indulgent bitch who never stops looking for her own brand of excitement. Or even the possibility of it, the slightest chance of scoring. I'm a dirty old man in drag, ready to sniff out any lead. Now do you really figure a hot-crotch bitch like me would go strictly by the rules and let that poor mixed-up bunny rabbit find her own fate? All those delicious possibilities! So it does concern me, it concerns the shit out of me, see? I don't even picture the kid as a maid any more, apprentice or otherwise. I like to think of her as a slave-in-training. And if that isn't concern… "
"Vera! Slave-in-training? Aw, you're just making it up. And you're not a dirty old man, not with credentials like these. Oooh, you do have nice credentials. Darling. So what does she look like? Even if it's only half true, tell me, tell me. What have you done to her so far? And what happens next?"
"Mmm, that feels good. Careful, though, it's not something you unscrew and keep for a souvenir. No pop-top ring, my dear. Oooh, you sexy devil! I lose more darn credentials that way. And no more questions, please, at least not about what's supposed to happen next. I've got enough trouble remembering my past, the future is still a trifle hazy. Even a horoscope won't help."
"Okay. I'm easy to please. You were going to tell me about Ethel, anyway, how did we get sidetracked? Something about the two of you stopping at a gas station… "
"Back to that again, are we? Oh well, if I must. Not on a dry throat, though. More wine? You'll have to open another bottle, I guess. Go ahead. Scat! And meanwhile I'll meditate and compose myself and pet my pussy so it won't get lonesome."
"I won't be gone that long; see how I'm scat-ting?"
Watching the nude figure glide across the carpet, Vera was once again conscious of the change taking place. Alison Laird was in the midst of an upheaval, a whole series of changes, all of them for the better except that some of the charming demure quality had faded a little along with her inhibitions. Now her very walk seemed different, turning almost slinky, one foot in front of the other, treading an invisible tightrope while her exquisitely proportioned hips and buttocks swung wide in exaggerated rolling motions. Just short of lurid. No longer demure, certainly. And no longer so conveniently docile, perhaps not this saucy creature! no longer the ideal ever-pliant consistency needed for the submissive role in their carefully nurtured relationship. She might develop into a pretty good bed-slave, but it was becoming increasingly evident that her aristocratic background and breeding would always be a block against total subservience. Which was too bad, in a way, but still not exactly disastrous. It called for a major modification in plans, true, but that was hardly a reason to abandon all hope.
For that matter, Vera had already seen it coming, spotting and sifting the early warning signs with enough perceptive insight to recognize a probable trend. And she was too shrewd a campaigner not to have another scheme on tap, just in case. Oh yes, she must have been psychic that rainy night, flirting with her roadside pickup and somehow looking beyond a mere motel quickie. The contingency plan was already in operation. A workable plan, no makeshift, almost historical in scope like something out of olden times. If the aristocrat couldn't be conquered, let her be corrupted! Wasn't that simple? Let her wallow in deliciously perverted pleasures until addiction made them mandatory. Until she herself would see the discreet convenience, at least if not the obvious financial wisdom of living under one roof, a kind of orgiastic togetherness. How could it fail? And in the meantime, just to keep the idea within easy reach, Vera figured on dropping a shadowy hint now and then, something to help inspiration strike when the time came.
Admittedly, much depended on young Judy now, on her response to the conditioning program, on her ability to accept and assimilate such training. And on her wholehearted cooperation, of course. But that was already in the bag the poor kid had her soul in hock! with fine prospects for swift and satisfactory results. The ominous threat had taught her humility, and Solange was teaching her the rest. Oh, there was just no weapon like fear…
"Darling? Still meditating?"
"Ummm."
"Or just petting your pussy?"
"Fresh. Shut up and pour me some wine."
"I will if you tell the story. Another Chapter in the life of haughty young Mistress Vera and her doting old slave Ethel."
"Get settled down, then."
"I can't, I'm too jittery."
"Well, okay, browse around a little. If you must. But try not to interrupt me, hmm? And stay the hell out of my cunt, you hear? You know what it's bound to lead to. And this story is too short to break up into installments; after all, it was just a quick stop at a service station. Umm, uh, maybe not so quick. Anyway, we were out in the country when the engine developed a rattle, and the only place open for miles and miles was this grimy little garage with one old man on duty. He was pretty sharp, though, he located the trouble right away and went to work on it. Twenty minutes, he said, half an hour at most so we wandered off, heading out back toward the ladies' room. You get the picture so far, honey? Out in the middle of nowhere, the two of us… "