Bent over the bare feet of her mistress, the diligently attentive maidservant applied tinted lacquer with deft precision. Above her, clad in only a negligee, indolently a sprawl on the chaise, the beautiful brunette mistress watched out of somnolent green eyes, a faintly musing smile curving the corners of her lips. Even now, half asleep, taking her voluptuous ease, Margalo Fitch found a certain pleasure in the way the job on her toenails was being done. Kate was always so careful, so meticulous, so very anxious to please.
"Uh… ma'am?"
"Hm?"
"The polish okay? Want to check and see before I do the final buffing?"
"I'm sure it's just fine, Kate. Finish up. I've got company coming in a little while."
"Yes'm. Won't take long." Margalo's eyelids drooped slightly, not quite shutting out the exhilarating sight of the servant fussing over her like a fawning slave. Ah yes, this was the way to live! She felt so safe here, safe from gossip, safe from harm, safe from that male dominated world out there. Here in her penthouse apartment only the most sympathetic and understanding guests were allowed; no one else would ever see the true extent, of this relationship between mistress and maid. Lesbian mistress, lesbian maid. Even the simple pedicure chore took on a kind of sexual significance – and wasn't it nice to be able to live like this without fear? Margalo blessed the day she had decided to buy the building. More than just the penthouse, this whole luxurious high-rise was hers, all hers, and she loved the way it was shaping up. Best damn investment she had ever made!
Admittedly, it wasn't perfect yet. There were still too many tenants left from the old regime. But she could afford to be choosy about filling vacancies now that the entire place belonged to her. Oh, it was fun to take a plushy apartment house and fill it full of interesting people. Her kind of people. Certainly it helped stave off boredom.
Boredom. Ugh. She didn't want to think about that. When a woman neared the age of forty, boredom could become all too prevalent. Too much money, too many past love affairs, too few novelties left to whet the jaded appetite. So the idea of a gay apartment house – Sappho Manor, the girls called it – was an inspiration, practically. Running the place gave her a new lease on life, something to look forward to from day to day.
"There now…"
"All done, Kate?"
"All done. And a good job too, even if I have to say so myself. Your feet look beautiful."
"Do they? I'm glad. You do take good care of them."
"It's a pleasure, ma'am, a real pleasure. Would you like to get up and dress now? If company is coming…"
"No need. It's only Inez Bellamy. I'll be entertaining her right here in the bedroom."
"Oh. She'll like that. Uh, ma'am, will you be needing me after Mrs. Bellamy arrives? My friend Alice from downstairs asked me to come for a little while and…"
"It's all right. Go visit Alice. I rather like the idea of your being on good terms with the other maids in the building. And you've certainly earned some time off." Then, with a pleased chuckle, "Kate, what are you doing?"
But she knew only too well what the maid was doing. Kate had bowed her head and was pressing her lips to the freshly painted toenails. A kiss of thanks, a kiss of humility. Margalo smiled down, accepting the homage as her rightful due. Kate was no great charmer, of course, she had a lean body that was rather wiry – but her pleasant face was enhanced by neat chestnut-brown hair, and there was no denying the attractiveness of her lips. Thick lips, thick and full and ever-moist, the lips of a creature attuned to lewd lusts. So nice to have such an adoring slave! But if it kept on like this, that hot open mouth would soon be swallowing her foot right down.
"No more," Margalo murmured. But there was hardly a hint of command in her tone, and the servile caress continued. As she had known it would. Her toes wriggled as the truckling tongue licked and lapped between them in a manner that seemed to plead for further privileges. Only she wasn't ready to grant such privileges yet. "Let's not start anything serious, now."
"Umm?"
"That's enough, Kate." She brushed the instep of one bare foot against the maid's cheek. "We mustn't let ourselves get carried away."
"I-I'm sorry."
"Such a sad face. You do love my feet, hmm? Well. I suppose it's all right, you may have one more kiss. Lick the sole, my dear, you know how much I enjoy that."
"Mmm…"
"Oh yes, you sweet thing, that's so good. My very own sweet slave girl. Uh, by the way, there's no hurry about getting back here tonight, stay out as long as you like. Stay and have yourself some fun with Alice. You deserve it."
"Thank you, ma'am."
"But enough kisses for now."
"Oh. Ma'am? Can I come in and see you later? I mean after Mrs. Bellamy leaves?"
"I think not. It'll be late by then and I'll probably fall asleep the minute she's out the door."
"I… uh, I could wake you, couldn't I?"
"Wake me? Hmm. In that special way of yours, eh. Kate dear, you sound anxious. What makes you so sexy all of a sudden?"
The maid hung her head. "I'm sorry. But when I started kissing your pretty feet… uh… well please, ma'am, please don't tease me like this. You know. Won't you let me love you?"
Such a request! Margalo's resistance melted; how could she deny her humble slave this small favor?
"All right, Kate."
"Ma'am? You mean I can come in and wake…"
"No. I mean now. Uh-huh. That's it, kiss my feet some more, lick the soles. Oh, I do love that educated tongue of yours. But no, don't come up any higher yet, just stay right there for a while."
"Mmm…"
"You think my feet are beautiful, eh?"
"All of you. All of you is beautiful."
"Flattery, flattery. But you've made your point quite nicely, I must admit. Yes, dear, you may come in and wake me tonight no matter how late it is. Are you satisfied now?"
"Yes'm. Thank you. I'll come and…"
"Be quiet, you talk too much. I don't want to listen to that mouth of yours, I just want to feel it. And you know where. I want it on my cunt now, you hear? Suck my cunt!"
"Oh!" The maid scrambled upward.
Margalo spread her legs and gave herself to the soft lips, the soft thick lips; ah, that delicious mouth! Opening and closing, nibbling and munching, tickling the silky intimacy of her flesh, caressing her hair and at last leeching itself to the even thicker lips between her thighs. She tried to picture what it looked like down there, the juncture of lips and lips, the union of sensuous mouth and sensuous cunt. Hmm, too bad she didn't have a mirror handy…
From the vestibule, the door-chime sounded melodically but intrusively. What an inopportune moment!
"Ma'am? Shall I finish you off?"
She hesitated, debating the issue. Then, "No, better go answer the door, I'll just save this nice hot feeling."
The maid clucked her disappointment but rose immediately and scampered off, Margalo flexed one knee and assumed a new pose on the chaise, more comfortable now but hardly more decorous. The wet glistening gash of her vagina was openly on display – open for inspection, as it were. One look and Inez's tongue would be hanging out. And so it was. Not quite hanging, of course, at least not literally, but Inez kept looking and licking her lips and the tip of that pink tongue remained clearly visible while Kate filled the ice bucket and fixed a drink and was at last dismissed. A divorcee with no taste for men, Inez Bellamy had a somewhat plump body that appealed to butchy women. The appeal was wasted, however, since she fancied herself as a domineering type and had little use for the kind of female who was only a substitute male. Her rich auburn hair was done up in a braided coronet that did give her a rather regal appearance, almost imperious in a way, but Margalo knew only too well how false that impression could be. Phony imperiousness. But a friend of long standing, nonetheless, and one of the original tenants of Sappho Manor.
"You're staring, honey."
"Margalo, you look positively obscene like that."
"And don't you love it, hmm?"
"You're so wet down there…"
"Uh-huh. Unfinished, though, Kate got me excited, but I managed to save it for you. Aren't you glad?"
"Oh, you're such a bitch. Always teasing. I never know when to take you seriously."
"Don't worry, I'll cue you in. But relax now, darling, and do tell me the news. What's this about your niece? You sounded pretty upset over the phone."
Inez frowned. "It's not very good news, damnit. I'm simply stuck with the kid, that's all. And she's not really my niece, she's more of a distant relative, just a poor relation, you know? Pruitt is her name, Hildegarde Pruitt. Still in her teens – and slightly retarded, from what I gather. Although I haven't laid eyes on her for years."
"Retarded?"
"Must be. Either that or just plain stupid. She almost flunked out of high school. Anyway, that branch of the family is nothing to be proud of. Alcoholics, mostly – which is why there's no one left to take care of the brat. No one but me."
"Cheer up. Might not be so bad. Maybe your little Hildegarde will turn out to be a cute number. Can you recall what she looks like?"
"Vaguely. She's got the Pruitt hair, bright red, much redder than mine. Other than that, well…" Inez shrugged disconsolately. "What does it matter? Cute or not, she's a responsibility I'd rather not have. A teenager living in the apartment is bound to cramp my style, wouldn't you say?"
"I suppose so. Unless…"
"Margalo? Unless what?"
"Oh, it's just a notion, ill wind, maybe – you know? After all, you've always been envious of my maid Kate, haven't you? Seems to me you've got the chance to have a maid of your own now. If she's just a poor relation, why not make the kid earn her keep?"
"Hmm. I-I hadn't thought of that. Hildegarde could never be like your Kate, of course. I wouldn't want any of that sort of closeness between us. No tender loving care. But as for housework and such…"
"Sure. Make the best of it. Tell you what, Inez, I might even lend you Kate for a while to get the kid started. Give her a little training, teach her how to be a good servant. Teach her how to obey orders and my Kate is just the girl to do it."
"What an idea! Darling, that's an absolute brainstorm! But what will you do without your maid all that time? I know how much Kate means to you. Oh, it's just too big a favor to ask."
"Ask and ye shall receive. Ask nicely, though."
"Huh? Oh…" With a leer, Inez moved swiftly to plop herself down at the foot of the chaise. "Margalo dear, I'm asking as nicely as…"
"No, not there, you're too far away. Ask inside my cunt. You've been staring long enough, now you can grab yourself a mouthful as well as an eyeful."
An audible catch of breath sounded and the auburn head bent and plunged eagerly. Margalo smiled a secret smile at such a show of enthusiasm. The first tongue-touch upon her clitoris sent her into a momentary spasm of passion; she moved her legs wider apart to accommodate more of the plump-cheeked face. And soon she was making small arching motions to smear herself against it, enclosing it, engulfing it in wet cunt-flesh, deliciously conscious of the stabbing of that elongated tongue. Despite their long and often ardent relationship, the kick hadn't worn off and she seldom failed to respond to her friend's greedy but always titillating caresses.
It took some time before Inez got around to putting her plea into words, and then it was only a muted mumble. A mere formality, actually, since Margalo had conceived the idea in the first place and was already laying plans. Lovely plans. By all means, let Kate train the kid, let Kate train the kid well – and not just to do housework! Teach her to appreciate cunt. Housework might be necessary, but cunt work was infinitely more important.
That part would have to be done behind Inez's back, no doubt, but the deception only added to the fun. What a lark! Even if little Hildegarde turned out to be ugly as sin, the novelty alone would make the project worthwhile. Uh-huh. Even worth the temporary loss of Kate's all but indispensable services. Yes indeed, it would be exciting to have a fresh-faced young cuntlapper around; there was always that need for another new one, always room for one more…
The thought gave Margalo a thrill of anticipation.
"Another cuntlapper," she murmured aloud.
"Hmm?"
"Nothing." Then, covering her slip in a sharp tone, "Come on, Inez, lap my cunt, lap it good, you cuntlapper!"