by Ella Ford
The more she thought about it, the more she found herself seriously considering accepting the offer. She took another look at the note. The address was out of town, in a very exclusive neighbourhood upstate. The note also contained the time that she was supposed to arrive, Thursday 18th, 9am. She realised that this was tomorrow, leaving her very little time to decide.
Oh well, what do I have to lose? she conceded and headed to her bed, nervous and not entirely sure what she was letting herself in for.
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The next morning, she took a taxi from her house out to the address on the paper. She wasn’t sure when she would be back, so left a note with her neighbour saying she was going on vacation and would be back in a few weeks.
As instructed, she took only the clothes she was wearing - skinny jeans, white sneakers and a tight pink t-shirt. She wasn’t sure what a maid should wear.
The taxi drove north, out of the city and into the surrounding countryside. They drove for about an hour before arriving at a walled off estate in the foothills of the mountains. The estate was spacious and uncluttered, perfectly manicured with tall trees lining the roads. The car pulled up outside a huge colonial style house which stood on a curved street with similar houses set well apart from each other.
Nikki paid the driver and stood at the foot of Ms. Klein’s drive, examining the house. It was old, but well maintained. Entirely white with an imposing entrance framed by two large pillars. The garden was neat and decorative, a sprinkler chugged a rhythmic beat sending jets of water across the lush grass and forming fleeting rainbows in the morning sun.
She took a deep breath and walked up the driveway, stopping in front of the front door and gathering herself. She took a quick look at her watch, noted that it was exactly 9am and rang the doorbell. She waited, but no-one answered. She rang the bell again, wondering if this was all some cruel joke. Eventually, she heard the clicking of heels in the hallway and the large door swung open.
Nikki blinked to see who was greeting her. As her eyes became accustomed to the dim light in the house, she was surprised to see a young girl standing there, and more surprised by what she wore.
The girl was younger than Nikki, perhaps twenty, and very fresh faced. Her skin was perfect and unblemished and she wore makeup similar to that which Nikki wore for her interview - red lips, dark eyes, rosy cheeks. She was a brunette and her hair was held back in a ponytail. Nikki looked her up and down, taking in the details of her costume - Yes, she thought, it could only be described as a costume!
The girl was dressed as a French maid. The kind you only see in porn or racy late night TV. Her dress was black and low cut, gathered under her breasts, pushing them up to form the most obvious and tantalizing cleavage. The skirt was short and fronted by a crisp, white apron. Tiny white bows were placed around the garment, forming an odd juxtaposition between the revealing cut and innocent femininity. Nikki’s eyes landed on the girl’s legs. She wore sheer black thigh high stockings and perfectly polished black stiletto heels. The dress covered nothing and Nikki could see the stocking tops and the pale flesh of the girl’s legs. Would she be expected to dress like this?
The girl seemed unphased by Nikki’s scrutiny. “Mistress informed me of your arrival Nikki, I’m to prepare you for her.” She took a step back, inviting Nikki inside the house.
Nikki was hesitant. The girl in the sexy fancy dress and the weirdness of the situation were beginning to get to her and she was having second thoughts. In spite herself, she stepped forward past the girl and into the large hallway. The interior of the house was stark and modern. Vast expanses of solid white, the walls were lined with contemporary art. Abstract sculptures and peculiar artefacts were positioned here and there. It was quite a difference from the traditional exterior, but Nikki thought it fitted Ms. Klein’s icy personality perfectly.
The girl took her by the hand and led her up the vast staircase, her heels clicking on the glass stairs with each step. As they climbed the stairs, Nikki caught a glimpse beneath her lacy skirt. She was a little shocked to see that the girl was wearing no panties and that she was cleanly shaven, as far as Nikki could tell. Her pussy was neat, a perfect slit. Nikki felt herself flush.
They crossed the landing to a door on the other side which the girl opened and led them in. It was a bedroom, entirely devoid of any decoration. Blank white walls and a single queen sized bed in the centre, with plain white sheets. On the bed lay an outfit like the one that the girl wore. The same frilly, black Halloween costume. Nikki realised that this was for her and her heart sank a little. Then again, the other girl did look very hot in it.
“This is the maid’s quarters,” the girl finally spoke again, “we sleep in here.”
Nikki looked around, wondering if she’d missed something. “But there’s only one bed?”
The girl nodded, as if this was perfectly normal and didn’t say anything else. She moved across the room to another door and opened it to reveal an en suite bathroom. She motioned for Nikki to join her and they both entered.
The bathroom was, like everything else in this house it seemed, white and bare but quite large. There was a bathtub and a separate shower cubicle. The girl crossed the room, reached into the cubicle and started the shower. She stepped aside and began to undress.
“Wait!” cried Nikki, “What are you doing?”
The girl looked at her, confused, “I am preparing you. You are to be shaved and dressed in preparation for the mistress’s return. Please, undress,” she pointed at Nikki’s clothes.
Nikki hesitated. This whole situation was weird. She’d come here prepared to clean toilets and do dishes, but instead she was expected to share a bed and shower with this girl? It didn’t feel right to her, but she felt herself oddly compelled. She stared at the girl as she undressed. Her soft skin, pleasantly tanned and entirely smooth, seemed to demand to be touched. As she stepped out of her dress and removed her bra, her breasts hung perfectly on her small frame. Tiny nipples hard and flawlessly round. She stepped out of her heels and raised a foot, placing it on the toilet seat. With expert hands, she rolled the stocking down her leg removing it and placing it on the countertop. She repeated with the other leg, seemingly oblivious to Nikki gaping at her.
Completely naked and utterly unashamed, she stood and looked at Nikki, furrowing her brow in frustration that Nikki was completely clothed still. “Hurry! Mistress will be back soon!”
Nikki jumped to action, surprising herself at what she was doing but suddenly very eager to be naked with this girl. She hurriedly pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her breasts. Unbuttoning her jeans, she pushed them down with her panties, dragging her socks and sneakers off in the process. In no time at all, she was naked as well. She suddenly became self-conscious as she realised that the girl was staring at her pussy and frowning.
“Wh-what is wrong?” she stuttered, suddenly very aware of her nakedness.
“That simply won’t do,” the girl replied and pointing at Nikki’s pubic hair. Nikki wondered what she meant. She took pride in her bush, taking time to sculpt it into a perfect strip of short hair. She looked at the girl’s own pussy and realised that having any hair at all, no matter how neat and well kept, was a no-no in Ms. Klein’s house. She found herself feeling ashamed for reasons she couldn’t articulate.
The girl took her by the hand once again and led her to the shower. Nikki shivered at her touch and realised that her own nipples were hardening. She felt the first hints of arousal forming in her stomach. They both stepped into the shower. Nikki gasped as the warm water soaked her body. The other girl moved her into position under the showerhead, their slick bodies rubbing against each other. Nikki found the sensation to be entirely agreeable, the girl’s skin was so soft and warm. She found herself longing to kiss this girl, but allowed herself to be directed instead.
The girl held her hand under the nozzle of a shower cream container and produced a generous squirt, which she then began to massage into Nikki’s skin.
The girl turned her back around and nudged her to the side, out of the stream of water from the shower. Nikki realised she was now kneeling at Nikki’s feet. The girl glanced up at her, her eyes doe-like and subservient. Nikki enjoyed the sight of her down there and found her hand moving to her own pussy. The girl looked disapprovingly and slapped the back of Nikki’s wrist.
“Not yet!” she scolded and Nikki quickly withdrew her hand.
Nikki looked on intently as the girl continued her work. She reached to her side and recovered a can of gentleman’s shaving cream. She shook it briefly and squirted a golf ball sized dollop onto the palm of her hand. She took this and proceeded to massage it into Nikki’s pussy hair. Nikki caught her breath as the cold foam touched her lips, and then breathed hard as the girl’s hand tenderly manipulated her warm folds. When she was sure that Nikki was completely covered, she tapped the inside of Nikki’s thighs, indicating that Nikki should spread her legs wider. Nikki did so without thinking about it, wanting only to prolong the touch of this strange girl.
The girl reached to her side again and retrieved a razor. She paused to remove the safety cap, took a final look at Nikki’s pussy then began her work. Nikki held herself perfectly still, she had never been shaved down there by someone else before and found herself nervous. She needn’t have worried, the girl was clearly very experienced. With the minimal number of strokes, she cleared Nikki’s beloved bush, then proceeded to tidy up any remaining hairs. Nikki felt herself relaxing and enjoying the brief touches of the girl’s warm hands on her pussy lips.
In no time at all, the girl finished her work. She returned the razor and used the shower to rinse any remaining foam from Nikki’s body. She stepped out of the shower, picked up a towel and indicated that Nikki should join her. Nikki stepped out and took a look at herself in the mirror. The girl had done a fine job on her pussy, she was now completely bald with not a single nick or mark to ruin the job. Nikki allowed the girl to towel her off and awaited her next order.
Once again, the girl took her by the hand and led her back to the bedroom. She stood her by the bed and proceeded to dress her. First, she took the lacy black bra and put it on her. Next, she had Nikki sit on the edge of the bed. She took a single black stocking and deftly gathered it in her hand. Nikki anticipated her wishes and offered the girl her foot. The girl took it and gently pulled the stocking up her leg, taking care to align the seam at the back. She repeated the process with the other leg. Happy with her work, she tenderly caressed Nikki’s legs, tracing down the soft material to her toes. She reached onto the bed and took the shoes, placing each one carefully on Nikki’s feet. They fit perfectly, Nikki noticed, but was slightly nervous about walking in them. The girl offered her hand to Nikki to help her up. Nikki stood and held her arms above her head, allowing the girl to pull the flimsy dress down over her body.
The girl fussed for a few minutes with the laces and bows, meticulously ensuring that everything was aligned perfectly. Satisfied, she stepped backwards and inspected her work.
Nikki was suddenly overwhelmed with a hungry desire for this girl, her nakedness inviting her forward and demanding action. Nikki stepped forward and took her by the upper arms. In the heels, Nikki was many inches taller than the girl and the girl looked up at her, a fear in her eyes. She raised her arms and pushed back against Nikki, but Nikki held her fast. Bowing her head forward, she caught the girl’s mouth with her own, locking her red lips against her own and forcing her tongue into her mouth. The girl squirmed in her grasp, but soon relaxed, opening her mouth and letting Nikki’s tongue probe inside.
Nikki hungrily devoured the girl, kissing her deeply, nibbling and tugging at her lips. Suddenly, the girl shook her head to the side, breaking the kiss and pushed back against Nikki, stronger this time. Nikki stumbled backwards and sat down heavily on the bed. She looked at the girl, confused.
The girl wiped her mouth and spoke, “I belong to the mistress. Only she can have me,” and with that, she turned and went back into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Nikki sat on the bed, her pussy throbbed with desire and her mind swam with confusion about this weird situation. Was it too late to back out now? Could she just leave? Of course she could, she could take a taxi back to her life and her mortgage. No job, no boyfriend, no money. Or she could stay, prance around like a sexy cliche for some perverted old dyke and maybe lick a little pussy. She didn’t really have a choice, and decided to stick around and see what happened.
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After ten minutes, the girl emerged from the bathroom. She’d dried herself off and dressed again. Nikki caught a glimpse of the pair of them in the bathroom mirror behind her. For all that they looked utterly ridiculous, she couldn’t deny that they were a sexy pair. She relaxed a little and wondered what was next. She didn’t need to wait long to find out. Downstairs, a door opened and then slammed shut.
The girl spoke, “The mistress has returned. She will have you for lunch, come with me.”
Nikki noted the curious phrase, but she was feeling hungry so didn’t think any more of it.
Chapter 3
The girl led her down the stairs again, through the hallway and into the large dining room on the other side of the house. There was no sign of Ms. Klein, perhaps she was upstairs getting ready to eat?
Nikki looked around the dining room. A huge ten seater table formed the centerpiece of the room, it was made of oak, plain and quite thick looking. The rest of the room was sparsely decorated, but for a few uninviting modern paintings, another stark reminder of the cold Ms. Klein. The girl led her to the end of the table and positioned her by the wall.
“Stand like this,” she said, positioning herself beside Nikki and standing with her legs slightly apart and her hands behind her back. Nikki studied the position and then copied it, not entirely sure what she was doing. They stood like this for several minutes before the door opened and Ms. Klein entered.
Nikki blinked twice, not quite able to believe what she was seeing. Could this day get any stranger? she thought.
Olivia Klein stepped into the room with an air of confidence. She was essentially naked, but for tan stockings and black heels. Her breasts were small and perfect, neat and plain like every other aspect of her life. She was in excellent shape for a woman of her age, Nikki couldn’t help but notice. She also couldn’t help but notice the huge strapon that Ms. Klein wore around her waist. It was seven or eight inches, jet black with a wide girth. Nikki swallowed hard and briefly considered making a run for it.
Ms. Klein walked the length of the table to stand before her maids. She smelled thickly of perfume, Nikki found the aroma overpowering yet very sensual.
“Nikki, I’m so glad you decided to accept my offer. I think this job will be a lot more suited to a girl of your undeniable talents, don’t you agree?”
“Yes, mistress,” replied Nikki promptly.
Ms. Klein nodded approvingly. “I’m also glad to see that you’ve met Lilly already,” she stopped before the other girl, Lilly, and stroked her cheek with the back of her hand. She gazed intently into Lilly’s eyes, “I trust you kept your eager tongue out of Nikki’s cunt, little one?”
“Y-yes mistress,” Lilly replied, cowed by the other woman’s presence.
Ms. Klein turned her attentions back to Nikki. The older woman was taller than Nikki by several inches and Nikki felt small in her presence. Ms. Klein oozed power and control, her very presence in the room made Nikki feel meek and submissive.
Ms. Klein reached a hand between her legs and roughly groped Nikki’s pussy. Nikki gasped and jumped, but Ms. Klein held her shoulder and prevented her from shying from the touch. Ms. Klein smiled, and spoke, “Lilly did a good job on you, I look forward to taking a closer look.”
“Yes, mistress,” Nikki replied, unable to say anything else.
Ms. Klein stepped back and surveyed the pair. She idly toyed with the strap-on that hung from her waist, vast and cumbersome. “Lilly, would you be so kind as to prepare lunch for me?”
Lilly stood to attention, “Yes, mistress,” she replied and turned to Nikki. “Nikki, please climb up onto the table.”
Nikki blinked in confusion, wondering what she meant. Lilly took hold of her arm and led her over to the table, pulling a chair out and indicating that Nikki should step on it. Numb and bewildered, Nikki found herself lifting her foot onto the chair and pushing herself up onto the table, climbing forward on her hands and knees. She suddenly felt very exposed and was aware that her pussy and ass were on full display. She suspected it wouldn’t be the last time she would find herself in such a position.
Lilly patted the table beside her and made a rolling motion with her hands. Nikki realised that she wanted her on to lie down. Nikki flipped over onto her back, gasping as the cold wood touched her skin. She looked at Lilly for instruction. Lilly indicated she should shuffle forwards slightly. Nikki did so until Lilly tapped her leg. She was now lying on the table, facing the ceiling. Her lower legs dangled over the edge, bent at the knee. As a final touch, Lilly gently parted her legs, pushing her knees apart and revealing her shaven pussy.
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