The maid entered in careful silence, gliding over the floor with no more than a faint whisper of motion. Gracefully supine upon the bed lay the sleeping figure of her mistress, nude but for the partial cover of a silken sheet. Dark hair lustrously a swirl across her pillow, Margalo Fitch looked impressive even in slumber – truly a magnificent creature! – and Kate just stood there drinking in the sight for a long moment. Then, with a sharp sense of anticipation, she leaned down and slid the corner of the bed sheet away to reveal all of the beautiful bare legs.
There was little indication of movement, only the evenly spaced rise and fall of breath. Kate began her rite, sinking to a crouch and embracing the slender ankles in a gradually tightening hug. She swayed back and forth with the limp-arched feet clasped to her bosom, shaking sleep slowly but inevitably from the unconscious form. Until at last a sigh sounded from above, a soft murmur of awakening, and she dropped her head to end the swaying embrace with a kiss. Almost playfully, her tongue darted out to lick the curved sole of one foot.
"Mmm? Kate?"
"It's me, ma'am. You said to wake you up."
"Oh. Is it that time? But I shouldn't complain, I did have a nice nap. And you woke me so nicely, too. Only please don't stop, dear, just keep on… ummm… you do it so well…"
Kate smiled and stretched her row of kisses to include the wriggling lacquer-tipped toes. Her mistress was awake now – and sexually awakened in the bargain, no doubt, already subject to the spell of this curiously potent caress. It was something Miss Margalo really doted on, the foot kiss. Not that Kate didn't enjoy it herself, of course, but her own mind was always one step ahead, always more interested in what the wake-up rite might lead to. Early in their relationship she had learned that the way to her employer's cunt was through her feet.
But this, too, was a source of pleasure, certainly, and Kate kissed with eager skill. Again the toes wriggled, peremptorily now, and she opened her mouth wide to suck them in. Immediately the wriggle became a tremor of joy that rippled up and away into voluptuously responsive flesh. Craning her neck as she went on munching the mouthful of bare toes, Kate peered high to see the dark-thatched vaginal lips, the dark-nippled breasts, the dark-eyed expression of rapturous lust. She was more than ready when the expected command came.
"My cunt now… suck my cunt…"
Moving out of her crouch, Kate licked up the inner surface of one thigh hurriedly, maintaining contact with her tongue but aware of the need for haste. The scent caught her nostrils; she breathed deeply and drew it into her lungs, the overwhelming but indescribable smell of woman. And then she was there, right there, and her mouth traveled up and down between the lips of the passion-slick slit before coming to rest on the clitoris. She dug into it with the tip of her stiffened tongue, digging in from below to penetrate the soft protective hood and exert direct pressure on the tiny bud itself, giving it the full benefit of her experience, her knowledge of lesbian love. The gasp that reached her ears came as no surprise, and yet somehow the noise carried her to a new level of excitement; she abandoned her skillful pursuit temporarily to burrow back into the depths and lose herself in sudden frenzy. This was the part she liked best, rubbing her face in it, burying her nose and mouth in the essence of cunt. Sometimes she even wished the mistress would grab her head and shove it in harder, deeper – just use her like that. Use her face for a good hot cunt-rub! But of course Miss Margalo would never do anything like that, never anything rough or possibly painful…
After a while Kate came out of her little spasm of selfishness to pick up where she had left off, resuming the task of pleasuring her dear mistress. It didn't take long. The clit-button was up and vulnerable now; a few strokes of her tongue brought on the moaning and twitching, all the familiar signs of orgasm. Miss Margalo lurched once, a lurch of finality, and then Kate eased off but remained there between her quivering thighs, lapping gently to bring her down after the climax.
"Kate dear…"
"Ma'am? Was it all right?"
"Delicious. Light me a cigarette now, will you? And then sit down and let's talk awhile before Inez Bellamy gets here. About young Hildegarde, I mean, since this will be your first real session with her. She's quite pretty, isn't she?"
"Very pretty, if you like that type," Kate fulfilled her cigarette mission and pulled a chair in close. "Cute little redhead, I guess you could call her."
"Did you happen to notice her eyes? Almond-shaped. They looked almost oriental. Or was that just my imagination?"
"More like doe eyes, I thought. Kind of velvety brown. But she's still just a kid – and I don't like kids."
"Well, you'd better start liking this one, and the sooner the better. I mean tonight even. You'll have to gain her confidence, you know, so you'd better be friendly. Don't try to boss her around, Kate, just become her buddy instead."
"I think I understand, ma'am. Don't worry. Give me a little time and I'll have her eating out of my hand. And eating something else too, I'll bet."
"That's the idea. But just don't get too bossy right away. Use your own judgment about sex, of course, take advantage of every opportunity."
"Oh. You-you're not going to guide me?"
"No, dear, not unless you get stuck and have to ask for my advice. I won't be seeing the child very often, so it's all pretty much up to you. I'll stay clear to avoid complicating matters. Besides, I've got another little item to take care of while you're working on Hildegarde. That new girl who moved in with Joan Talbot, remember?"
"Yes, ma'am. The blonde. Elspeth Wright. You ought to have a lot of fun with that one."
"Inez is dying to meet her, too. It's about time I had them up here for lunch. Only I'll have to invite Joan, too, I suppose, and she's such a dull stick. Troubled by morals or ethics or…" Margalo shrugged and sat up to use the bedside phone. "Oh well, maybe she'll be working and won't come." Then, after dialing and waiting, "No answer. They must have gone out. Tell you what, Kate, I'll scribble a quick note and you can drop it off at their door on your way downstairs."
"Yes'm. Shall I get pen and paper for…"
"I'll manage. Inez – Aunt Inez is due any second now; why don't you be a dear and go let her in. For that matter, she might have some last-minute instructions for you. Anyway, keep her occupied till I get this note written, hmm?"
"Of course, ma'am."
"And then you'll be free to go down and start finding out just what makes little Hildegarde tick. You should be looking forward to that. Nice fresh young cunt…"
Sinking into the tub, Hildy Pruitt relaxed and tried to clear her mind of problems and puzzlements. The hot water licked at her skin, making her legs and breasts tingle – a pleasant sensation but hardly soothing. One dimpled knee poked above the surface, foam-flecked and glistening, and she raised her thigh higher to regard it from an objective point of view. Very pretty, she decided. All of her, in fact – very pretty, beautiful, even if she had to say so herself…
Hmm. Beautiful but dumb? Funny about that. Just because she had been careless about getting through high school, now she had that label pinned on her. Aunt Inez seemed to think so, anyway. Treating her like some kind of servant, almost, just a poor relation. And now she was even supposed to take lessons from that maid who worked upstairs in the penthouse. Oh well, no sense getting upset over the situation, maybe it would be better just to play along and see how things turned out…
"Hi, there."
"Huh? Oh, it's you, Kate. I didn't hear you come in. Just wait for me, will you? I'll be out in a minute."
"Don't hurry on my account. Soak awhile, honey, I'll just stand here and we can chat."
"Oh…"
"You don't mind, do you? I hope not. I feel as if we're good friends already, you know."
"I-I'm supposed to obey you, my aunt said."
"I know. But let's just skip that shit, shall we? Unless she happens to come around checking up on us. In that case, you obey me and we'll put on an act for her. But otherwise, just between you and me, what the hell, why bother? I'm just a poor working girl myself."
"Working girl…" Hildy grinned. "Same as me, huh? Only you're smart enough to get paid for it. But-but playing tricks on my Aunt Inez; won't that get you into trouble?"
"Hah! Screw your Aunt Inez. What she doesn't know won't hurt her."
"The way you talk! Kate, you're really something, you know that? I like you."
"I like you too, Hildegarde. Hmm. You know what your aunt told me? As if it was the most important thing in the world, that's how little she knows. She's worried about the way you bite your fingernails, how about that? Wants me to cure you of the habit."
"Well…"
"S'matter, honey? I say something wrong?"
"N-no. It's okay. I wish you could break me of the habit. And not just for my aunt's sake, either."
"Fine. We'll have a crack at it some day. But come on, I guess you've soaked long enough. Time to get out."
Hildy hesitated and then felt a surge of relief as the maid stepped back outside the bathroom doorway to give her some privacy. She rose and reached for a towel. Then, with one foot on the bathmat and the other still in the water, she saw a movement from the corner of her eye. Kate was back in the doorway again, her gaze fixed and appreciative.
"Kid, you've got a terrific body. Yeah, a real doll. But come on, don't be so bashful. Out with you." Kate grabbed the towel and spread it wide in both hands. "I'll dry you off just the way I do my mistress."
Suddenly the atmosphere in the cramped room turned stifling, almost oppressive. Hildy wanted to protest, to tell the woman to go away and leave her alone. But the words wouldn't come and at last she lifted her foot out of the tub and stood motionless on the mat. The fluffy towel went over her shoulders and arms, moving slowly upon her wet skin. Her eyes dropped shut and she clenched her fists; it was like some kind of hypnotic trance. Her entire being was ignited, her thigh muscles trembled convulsively, and when the towel slid across to smother her breasts she almost sobbed aloud. Then it glided down over her belly and the sob finally burst loose.
"Hildegarde? Don't you like my help?"
"I-I…"
"We're friends, aren't we?"
"Friends…"
"Then give me a nice friendly kiss. Like this."
"Kate!"
"Hush, you darling girl."
Hildy hushed, unable to do otherwise as her hips were seized upon and occupied. And a moment later, as she opened her mouth and yielded to a forceful tongue-tip, the message came through with near-frightening clarity. She knew about dykes – not very much, of course, but enough to recognize what was going on. Enough to keep her head and struggle a little to break away from the overpowering kiss.
"Wow!"
"Just friendly, that's all."
"Oh sure, just friendly." Then, shyly, "Kate? Are-are you a lesbian?"
"You know about that sort of thing, hmm?"
"A little. It-it's bad, isn't it?"
"Bad? Oh, I don't think…" Kate broke off with an abrupt shrug. Her eyes glittered. "Honeybunch, I won't lie to you. Yes, it's bad. Lots of people say so. But aren't all the bad things in life the most fun?"
"Oh. I see what you mean."
"And they're even more fun when it's a secret. Like the trick we're going to play on your aunt, for instance – think how much fun it will be to have our own little secrets."
The logic of that argument escaped her, but Hildy was beyond caring. She had found a friend in this alien territory, a valuable friend, and she meant to make the most of her good fortune. Even if it meant more of this lesbian stuff…
"Well? Hildegarde?"
"Would you do something for me? Call me Hildy, please? That's what my real friends call me. And I guess you're the only real friend I've got now."
"Hildy. Of course. I like that."
"Aunt Inez doesn't. She insists on Hildegarde. So it'll have to be another secret between us."
"We'll have many. Especially this…"
"Huh?"
"Loosen up. Relax those pretty legs."
The towel was gone now but in its stead came a hand, a whole handful of clever fingers, and Hildy just stood there and gave way to the sensation. So strange! Fingertips seemed to be threading through her tangly hair down there. She throbbed as one dipped inside and grazed her clittie.
"What-what are you doing to me?"
"Don't you know? I'm finger-fucking, that's what. I'm fucking your pretty little, pussy with my fingers."
The dirty words were loud and clear, and it was as if something new had been added to the thing building up between them, the thing of friendship and lesbian secrets. Hildy let her body sag, opening herself wide to the marauding hand. A moan of eager resignation welled up from her throat as once again Kate's lips moved in to kiss her. This time there was no pretense, no protest, and she sucked the big probing tongue right into her open mouth. Sucked it and offered her own tongue right back. And when her body writhed urgently there was an immediate response to its need, a response of many fingers delving around inside down there, sending wild thrills through her flesh, making her back arch and her buttocks jerk to the rhythmic pleasure. She heard herself screaming into Kate's kissing mouth and all but collapsed as the hot tongue and hotter fingers took their toll.