Norma shivered. She shook her head, slowly.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I don't have that any more. I gave it to a girlfriend of mine. She liked it. I didn't. So, I'm sorry."
Joyce took another sip of her highball and she thought about what Norma had said and then she got a stubborn look on her face.
"All right," she said, slowly. "There is a set of black lingerie in the top drawer of my bureau. A bra and bikini pants. Go into my bedroom and put them on. They will do just as well."
Norma was suddenly in a situation that she could not handle. She was afraid to defy Joyce and afraid to obey her, too. She could see the crazy look in Leo's eyes and she was sure that Joyce would not be able to cope with him if he once got ideas in his head. She burst into tears and she was shaking her head. Joyce got to her feet and she walked over to where Norma was sitting. She cupped Norma's chin and lifted her face so that she could stare down into the soft, blue-green eyes. Joyce shook her head from side to side, then she took her hand away. A second later she smashed her palm against Norma's cheek and the force of the blow knocked Norma out of her chair and sent her sprawling on the living room floor. Joyce moved right over to where she was huddled, weeping, on the floor and she reached down, took Norma's hand and pulled her onto her feet. Then she slapped the other cheek and Norma went flying again.
"You little bitch," Joyce said, furious, almost murderous in a drunken rage, "you obey me when I tell you to do something. Now, stop your sniveling and go do what I told you to do."
She was shaking violently as she ran into her mother's bedroom and she was close to hysteria, but Joyce followed her into the room and sat on the edge of her bed, drink in hand. She glared at Norma, still angry.
"You stop bawling," Joyce said, "or I'll give you something to bawl about, Now you fix your face and put some makeup on and then brush your hair out. Then you put the set on and I'll come in and take a look at you. I really want Leo to see how pretty you are. And, if you disobey me, or give me any more trouble, I will beat you till you can't walk. So, you get on with it."
Joyce went out of the bedroom and Norma was alone, shivering and weeping and she made a masterful effort to stop crying. She was able to do it and when she went into the bathroom she found that her eyes were swollen. She bathed them in cold water, until they were back to normal again. She washed her face and while she was brushing her hair, Joyce wandered into the room, a fresh drink in her hand, a new shade of pink in her face. Joyce was apparently captivated by the spirit of sensuality inherent in what she was forcing her daughter to do.
"Put eye makeup on, dear," she said, "and fix your pretty mouth with lipstick and I will dig out my black pumps for you to wear and we will really give Leo an eyeful."
She began fixing her face and applying eye shadow and liner and then she was ready, finally, to get out of her clothes and try 'the wispy black panty set on. She took the flat white box into the bathroom and when she handled the skimpy garments a sense of utter desolation and despair almost swamped her.
While the transparent pieces were beautiful, they were too small for her and when she began putting them on, she was close to tears again. The panties were really a small triangle of sheer material with a G string that nestled tightly against her skin and left her buttocks completely bare. The bra was also too smalclass="underline" it barely covered the lower side of her breasts. She could see the way they stood out on her ribcage, like twin bullets of unbelievable perfection and great allure. She realized she was admiring her own beauty and that made her face prickle and sting with quick warmth and shame.
When she stepped back and looked at the way the wispy panties fitted she saw that they were as transparent as glass, exposing every line and fold of her most intimate flesh. She might just as well be naked, she thought frantically.
Joyce returned to the bedroom and she was smiling with an air of great happiness. She pushed a frosted highball glass into Norma's thin white fingers and she laughed softly as her eyes gleamed with envious admiration for the young beauty she was seeing.
"I've brought you a drink, dear," Joyce said.
I want you to have it. It will make you feel much better and you won't be so nervous after you have had a drink or two. Now, bottoms up, dear." When Norma hesitated, Joyce glared at her and the anger came back into her face. "Drink it, damn you," Joyce said. "You obey me when I tell you to do something or I will beat the hell out of you. Now, drink it."
She remembered that she had put the glass up to her mouth and then she drank it all right down and she was sorry a moment later, because she actually liked the taste of the drink and Joyce seemed to know that she would enjoy it. She reached for the glass and took it from her.
"You finish with your makeup and then put on my heels and I will come in and check you over. I'll fix you another drink, but take my advice, don't gulp them down. Take it easy."
Joyce went off to the kitchen again and Norma stood straight and splendid in her near nudity and she could feel the drink that she had taken stirring in her being, heightening her perceptions, strengthening her, and when Joyce brought her another drink, she took it and she drank some of it and then she slipped the high heeled shoes on and when she paraded and pirouetted in front of the full length mirror she knew that she was lovely, beautiful beyond description. She drank some more of her highball and she was suddenly brave, bold, almost brazen. She could see the lush beauty of her pert young breasts and the mystical sculpture of her most interesting flesh and when she turned, she could see the luscious splendor of her plump white buttocks.
Joyce was staring at her and she could see that her mother was astonished.
"I had no idea," Joyce said, a bit thickly. "I thought you were just a pretty kid, but you are more than that, you are a very beautiful woman. I don't think I like the kind of competition you represent. Maybe this ain't such a good idea, after all."
"Why not?" Norma said. "You wanted Leo to see how pretty I can look.
Well, let's let him look."
Joyce was uncertain about things; she shook her head.
"I think not," she said. "I don't think that I want Leo's dirty hands on you and he will surely want you if he sees you like this. My God, even I want you, and I never thought that I was a les. You are just so damned pretty. You are pretty enough to eat."
"And I am just the guy to know where to start eating her," Leo said. Norma looked up when she heard his voice and he was standing in the
doorway, looking at her and she could see that he was impressed. He set his glass down on the top of a bureau and then he was walking toward her and she was moving away from him. She finished her drink and set the glass down and when Joyce moved in front of Leo and she began kissing him, Norma was tempted to flee.
"You have such charming ideas," Joyce said to Leo. "I'm sure that what you have in mind wouldn't hurt my baby. It might be rather interesting to watch."
Joyce put her hand down and her fingers outlined a massive organ, fiercely erect in Leo's trousers. Joyce made a soft, pleased sound and she stepped away from Leo. She sat down on the bed and she gulped the rest of her drink. She held the glass out to Leo.
"Make three, dear," she said, coaxingly. "I will talk to my lovely youngster and see how she feels about things."
Handsome Leo went out, grinning. He was back with the three drinks on a tray; he handed one to Norma with hands that were shaking. Hers shook, too, and she wished she could understand why she felt so brave so suddenly.
Leo sat beside Joyce and examined Norma intently. She knew that the tiny bikini hid nothing at all and simply outlined every little crease of her genitalia.