Author's Notes: Read on to see which maids have been assigned to Lady America, Lady Kriss, Lady Celeste! I love a good competition! And lots fireworks!

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~Sweetwaterspice

Chapter Updated: 05/21/2020

A Gilded Cage Just for Me

Chapter Three

~Ashton

The mass of black and white uniforms split into several groups. Some huddled together, looking at the picture of their Selected. Others sought out maids with similar caste assignments. Comparisons were being made and already speculative talk as to whom Prince Maxon would favor began to filter through the groups. And as Skyler ascertained, not a Six was in the mix.

"Oh my goodness! She is gorgeous! What's her name?" I inquired.

"Ashley Brouillette, from Allens," one of the maids replied.

"What's her caste?"

"Three"

"A Three? Well didn't you girls luck out," Skyler chimed in, wryly.

"And who is yours?" another inquired, looking at me.

"Kriss Ambers from Columbia, Three."

"Why, aren't you fortunate as well? At least you didn't get stuck with a Two."

Skyler huffed. "Fortunate? Hardly! What's the big difference between them? They're just as spoiled as the Two's. I just can't bear the thought of having to cater to a spoiled brat."

"We haven't even met her yet, Skyler," I smiled. "You have to give her at least a chance. She might turn out to be alright." I, myself was elated we hadn't had the bad luck of being assigned to a Two. That would've been nothing but a deadly combination knowing as I well did, Skyler's temperament and her loathing of that particular caste. Definitely a deadly combination.

"She looks very lovely," Virginia added, looking at Ashley's picture.

Skyler only rolled her eyes in response. I could tell she was a little miffed that Ashley Brouillette was indeed that fetching in comparison to Kriss Ambers who was just another pretty face.

An additional group of maids joined our circle. They seemed a little distressed.

"Can we see the photos of your ladies?" one requested.

Obliging their request, they gathered close, all eyes on Ashley's and Kriss' photographs. An air of despair rang out instantly. "I told you!" the maid that looked the most concerned, cried out to the others in her group. 'What was that about?' I wondered. The reaction was puzzling and as the trio lamented over their assignment, we couldn't fathom anything more than mere exaggeration. That is, until the photograph of their Selected was now, displayed front and center, before our eyes. There was what sounded like a united gasp.

"Oh, good Lord!" one of Ashley's maids cried out.

"I told you!"

"Where the hell did they find her? Ugh…what a dog." Skyler wrinkled her small nose as if the mere sight of the girl seeped a malodorous stench.

Not wanting to be as cutting, I added consolingly, "I'm sorry girls, but she's definitely the runt of the group." The face smiling back at us was rather…unattractive.

One of her maids fell into tears. "We're through before we even get started!" she cried.

"She's a Five!" Virginia bellowed.

"Now, there, there," comforted one of her group to her sobbing workmate. "We can only do our best with what we've got to work with now…"

Blunt as always, Skyler interrupted, "Which isn't much and she's a Five? Just hope that Prince Maxon has a couple of glasses of wine before he lays eyes on that beast!"

Skyler's comment only made the blubbering maid, howl.

"Ugh! You're no help!" the head maid of the group glared at Skyler. "Come on girls. We have to think positive. Even little mutts can be turned into beautiful poodles." The trio turned aside, trying to pump a little life into their dejected spirits.

"Good luck with that," Skyler muttered.

~ Marguerite

The smile doesn't leave my face as I wandered around the room, glancing at the folders in front of clusters of maids. We've been assigned a Two, and a gorgeous one, at that. From what I can tell of the snatches of conversation and open folders, we are starting with a huge advantage.

I don't much care who the prince marries, if I'm honest. As much as I would enjoy lauding a victory over Skyler, my mind is on other matters. Perhaps Lady Celeste and I could become friends. It would be highly unusual, and not considered proper, but maybe one night, as I am brushing her hair, she will confide in me, like a heroine in a novel. When she leaves the palace, or becomes queen, she could help me leave this place and pursue my art.

I snap out of my daydream, cursing my flightiness. Lady Celeste is a Two, and will treat me like all the other Twos do. Expecting anything else is just foolishness.
Besides, there is a much more enjoyable way to attach myself to a Two. I raked my fingers through my hair as I headed to the hallway, trying to make myself look composed and poised. Visions of bright green eyes looking up at me from beneath my skirts flashed through my mind.

"Where do you think you are going?" Mrs. LaFontaine stepped in front of me, blocking my path.

"To get started on sewing, of course!" I shoot her my most excited smile. "A Two will expect nothing less than perfection."

"Good. I took a risk assigning her to your group especially since you haven't worked together for long. Remember, our actions in the Selection can change the future of the entire country."

"Yes, Ma'am." I nodded, compliantly. As Mrs. LaFontaine made to move on toward another maid, "And Marguerite?" she called as she looked over her shoulder, "No more drama."

I gave another nod. When I turn, I rolled my eyes. The only future concerning me was my own. And I knew just who could help me change it.

I squealed excitedly as I flew through the air having been flung effortlessly on to the large bed. I was a fit of titters and giggles as the mattress bounced, Ramsey having launched himself on top of me with a growl imitating a tiger or lion, I wasn't for sure, but still mindful not to crush me under his weight. He straddled me, those radiant green eyes piercing through me. God, he's gorgeous. I was already feeling a bit desperate waiting for him to ravish me. My chest heaved up and down, my breathing heavy with anticipation. He gleaned a mischievous smile, his eyes scanning the rise and fall of my generous bosom, hidden under my uniform; that wicked grin served to remind me of all the wonderful things he could make me feel.

My wrists are pinned to the mattress, cuffed by his large hands.

"I've missed you."

"Liar. No, you haven't," I replied with sass.

"Yeah? We'll see if you still think that after I'm done with you."

Parts of me came to life in a blaze of heat. Ramsey crushed his mouth against mine, his kiss, hungry and every sweep of his tongue against mine clamored a need he wanted me to fill. His hands pawed at my breasts and I heard myself moaning, desperate to feel his body, desperate to make him mine if only for this moment in time. I grabbed his shirt, pulling it from his pants, quickly working the buttons. There wasn't much time to fool around. We had snuck into one of the guest bedrooms reserved for dignitaries and such. It was bold and daring but that's what I loved about Ramsey; he liked living on the edge. And besides his good looks, it's one of the things that made him so damn attractive.

His mouth sucked on my neck as my hands enjoyed the feel of his defined pecs. We kissed with fever as he started hiking up the skirt of my uniform, his movements impatient, hurried. The feel of his strong hands on the backs of my bare thighs made me gasp. He whispered for me to raise my hips and I did as I was told. Ramsey's fingers were quick, hooking about the elastic waist of my panties and soon, they were off.

"Have you missed me?" he asked me, easing back on his thighs as he looked under my skirt. I blushed furiously.

"No." I lied through my teeth.

"Well…that's not what your pussy is telling me."

He was right. I was dripping and I tried to push my skirt down but he stopped me. His smile could make even the stoniest of hearts melt. I understood exactly why Skyler wanted to gets her hands on him. She knew better and yet she tried.

"Come, now…" he persuaded, using that sensual tone that invaded all of my senses. "You know you want me to."

My grip loosened instantly, my fingers weakened as he pulled the fabric from my hands. How did he do it? But, I didn't care for an answer because, it's magic and my head is spinning as his tongue began to do wicked things to me. A series of moans floated from my lips and I forgot to breathe feeling the sweep of his oral muscle tease and lick my folds. He spreads them apart just to blow over my aching womanhood. I inhaled a ragged breath. The sensation heightening my arousal. It made me tremble and shook my system making my back arch from the mattress. His lips wrapped around my button, sucking, batting, pulling and licking…

I cried out in ultimate pleasure louder than I intended. Then having reined myself in, "Ohhh…fuck," I uttered softly, allowing my body to enjoy his attention. I loved it when he was so attentive. Ramsey was an expert, knowing just how to make a woman forget what planet she lived on.

My fingers slid into his hair urging him to continue this oral dance which is the wickedest thing I've ever experienced. He is so talented!

My body has missed this and it betrays me, my orgasm coming in a flash as my thighs trembled against his face. But time is of the essence and after a few more moments of bliss he emerges.

"Just as delicious as I remembered."

I bit softly down my index finger, attempting to contain myself. I wished I could've indulge in all of his attributes but I warned him to be quick about things. I couldn't be gone for too long before my new headhunter of a head maid would know I had slipped away.

He leaned over me, kissing me as the buckle of his belt jingled, coming undone. Goosebumps covered my arms for I knew exactly the sort of package he possessed.

He sat back, his pants quickly down his hips. My pussy responded with a jolt once his erection came in to view. Ramsey reached for my hand, kissing my palm and devilishly wrapped my fingers around his very impressive cock. He smiled at my reaction which no doubt screamed, 'Fuck me, now!'

"You remember this?" Those wicked, green eyes intimating I was about to be reminded. I shivered.

My eyes couldn't help but stare, transfixed at my hand wrapped around his thickness; couldn't help but move up and down his engorged shaft, measuring his length and girth. "You feel amazing," I confessed, shamelessly.

"Oh, Marguerite," he said, his voice thick and male, "I'm about to show you what amazing feels like."

He took my hand on his cock, replacing it with his and lowered his hips. I whimpered feeling the blunt tip of his head begin to push through my tight and slick pussy. He gave a hefty groan feeling my sex give into his.

"Ohhh…Marguerite…fuck…," he growled, his cock fully embedded in my heat.

I held unto his shoulders, my fingers digging into his body as he began to move inside of me. "Did you miss me?" he asked once again and I was at an absolute disadvantage because my mind had been taken hostage and my body had followed suit. I couldn't deny it and so I sang his praises as he fucked me, my pussy begging for more and more! The mattress beneath me bounced with a fury and I couldn't help but wonder if it had ever known such rigorous activity before.

Ramsey took possession of my hands once more, pinning them above my head. I thrilled at his control over me and every part of me felt it as I surrendered to his will. His wanton kisses flooded my mind and I was lost, lost in him. His hips continued with relentless, punishing thrusts as he fucked me harder. He knew all the right things to say to me and I exploded around him, my walls thrumming mercilessly.

"Ahhh…Marguerite!" he cried out in sexual rapture, my name on his lips making me not regret what I had done. I felt the pull of tension in his muscles, the grip on my wrists so tight, his pelvis thrusting into me. He's holding still, his eyes shut as he strained from his climax.

"Ohhh...shit," he breathes hard and collapsed on top of me.

I chuckled. "I guess you did miss me." My brow is raised and smugness draped my countenance as Ramsey laid in my arms, contented, satisfied...spent.

He eased up to look at me and smiled. "You are one hot piece of ass."

"Fuck you."

"You just did."

We shared a laugh and kiss.

Time to go back to work.

~Anne

"Can you believe we have to manufacture an entire wardrobe for a whole week?!" Mary complained. "What if our lady gets sent home right away? Oh, this is unbelievable!" she exclaimed, throwing herself back on her bed. The amount of work ahead of us she said, made her head spin!

Lucy didn't seem as bothered by the enormous work load but looked so enthusiastic that her grin only grew wider by the second as if she were itching to get things rolling.

"There's no need to panic!" I exclaimed, trying to keep my group from over thinking things. "We're more than capable of getting this done. There's three of us for crying out loud and everyone's got the same task. We have...a week." I hid the panic I myself felt. I had to keep the confidence level of my group as steady as a ship sailing calm waters. This time crunch would test and push our very limits.

"I'll put together some sketches. We'll go to the workroom and choose material. Lucy you'll be responsible for the accent pieces, necklaces, earrings, bracelets, etc., etc. And Mary, since make-up and hair is your forte, I will entrust that duty to you first most."

I took a deep breath, kneeling between the two small bed and gathering my companions, reached out my hands to grab hold of theirs giving them a hearty squeeze. "Our lady," I nodded to the open folder on my bed, "is counting on us. We must keep our heads on our shoulders and she must believe we will never, ever fail her. Ladies, we are going to kick ass!"

"Anne!" Lucy laughed, because I was always proper, and never cussed.

"Oh my gosh, Anne!" Virginia hollered as she approached with Ashton and Skyler in tow. The blonde teen was practically doing somersaults and her excitement was so contagious that Lucy got swept up in it. Virginia found a spot on my bed, jovially plopping down next to Lucy, wrapping her arms tightly about Lucy's shoulders.

"Isn't this just grand?!" But, before any of us were able to answer, she snatched up the open folder on my bed. "Your lady is absolutely beautiful! Isn't she beautiful?" she asked Ashton and Skyler who had finally joined us.

Ashton took the folder from Virginia as Skyler clutched theirs to her chest. "Ooohhh…a red-head. Haven't seen one of those. She is quite pretty."

"For a Five," Skyler noted the caste right off hand as she looked on.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" I frowned, holding my hand out for the folder. Really? Why did she always find the need to rain on someone else's parade?

"Oh nothing," replied Skyler, smugly. "I mean, she is the better looking of the Fives in the lot," her brows arched as she looked down at the picture in the open folder now in my possession. "Hopefully she'll survive the first cut. But realistically, we know none of the Fives have a fighting chance anyway."

"Really now?" Mary smirked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"King Clarkson is a calculating man. I'm sure he only threw some Fives in the mix to keep people happy. He won't allow the prince to marry such a low caste; no matter how pretty she may be."

"Well thank goodness this isn't King Clarkson' Selection, is it?" Mary retorted, her eyes narrowing into two slits. "The final decision is Prince Maxon's."

"Nevertheless, I think our fighting chances are way better." The confident air in her tone was apparent. Tossing the folder at me, she invited, "Take a look." Mary, Lucy and I huddled a little closer to see. "Kriss Ambers, caste…Three," Lucy's voice faded as she read the number. I shouldn't have let it get to me but I seethed inside. Of all the people to get such a prime candidate, why Skyler Whitney?! Her Selected was pretty and based on her caste, had a higher likelihood of catching the prince's attention.

I closed the folder, handing it back, doing a good job at hiding my jealousy. "Pretty. But it will take more than just a pretty face to win Prince Maxon's heart."

Skyler laughed. "Anne, sometimes you're such a simpleton! Of course it takes more than a pretty face to catch a man."

"You would know," Mary muttered.

Unfazed by Mary's obvious jab at her promiscuous ways, she simply smiled. "Your lady…uhmm.."

"America," Ashton aided.

"Ugh…America! With a name like that – a reminder of a country that self-destructed? She might as well not waste her time unpacking her bags. No need for her to soil the royal bed sheets either because King Clarkson will make sure Prince Maxon gets rid of that sad reminder the mere second she steps foot inside the palace."

"And what makes you so sure of yourself?!" She had struck a nerve and unfortunately I allowed it to show as I stood, my hand tightening into a fist. "It could be your lady shipped off to where she came from just as quickly." I had the overwhelming urge to punch the bitch.

Skyler shrugged, "Perhaps. Yet, I know the Ones and how they think. And if King Clarkson has a say, which I'm certain he does, and which I'm certain Prince Maxon highly regards, if put before him the choice by his father to choose between a Three or a Five…"

"Marguerite got a Two…" Virginia informed, but she clamped up once she received a heated glare from Skyler.

"Or a Two…" Skyler conceded, "Which one do you think he's going to persuade his son to choose?"

"Prince Maxon is not that shallow, Skyler," Ashton voiced, sweetly.

"Of course he is! He's a One!"

"Prince Maxon is nothing like his father!" I stated with as much conviction.

Regarding my assertion which came forth with much force, Skyler smirked at me.

"Hmph. We'll see. Anyway, off we go. We've work to do." The two turned and not getting far off, noting they were missing one, called out to her.

"Well…Good luck!" Virginia offered before hopping off the bed at the sound of her name.

"She is absolutely impossible!" Mary raged. "If I only had the guts I'd…I'd…"

"I know," I sighed, watching Skyler engage in conversation with another group. Surely, she would be berating them too. I huffed. "Just don't pay her any mind!"

I gathered Mary and Lucy once more. "Look. All we can do, like Mrs. LaFontaine told us, is do our very best. In the end, Prince Maxon will make the decision. We can't make it for him. If for some reason our lady is sent home then she wasn't the right one for him. But we can't hang our heads if that happens. We have an assignment and we owe it to Lady America and to ourselves to do our best. No matter what other people may think."

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*Supergirls2008 - Anne is a very complex character. As I started to write more of her I realized what a deep well she is. Not really one to share too much. Hopefully we will see her come out of her shell some more! And now that you know which maids are assigned to which Selected...let the games begin!

Don't forget to check out the Author's Notes section in my story "At Last" for a summary on Chapter Three and a little preview! Guess who's going to make an appearance in the next chapter?

Chapter Four...

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