Kimmy's Maid Training
SamsonHF
Summary:
For Kimmy, there is no greater dream than to finally take her secret love of cross-dressing to the next level and embrace her inner girl. When a cushy maid job crosses her path, it seems like the perfect opportunity to secretly indulge in her fantasy *and* make a fat paycheck, at the same time. In House Venus, surrounded by other busty, thong-stuffing maids, perhaps Kimmy will finally find the courage to nab a boyfriend?
Chapter 1: Sunday Morning - The Makeover
Chapter Text
Kimmy's Maid Training
Part I ‑ "Greenhorn"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: October 16, 2016
She stared, eyes glazed and heavy-lidded, as the images slowly drifted across her television screen. This was a ritual she had completed more times than she could count: dressing up in the girliest outfit she had been able to put together, sitting herself down in front of the television, and playing her ever-growing slideshow of porn. Staring into the warm glow of the television, she numbly watched, no, observed as pictures of transsexuals and men slowly drifted across the screen, both in all sorts of poses which nonetheless usually drew attention to their larger than average, ahem, "blessings." Such was her secret, and in some respects, her shame. The identity she lived by day wasn't the true her.
This was who she truly was: Kimmy, the slutty little trap with the big bottom and a thirst to put it to good use. Her brown hair, shoulder-length with frosted blonde tips, had been pulled up into pigtails on either side of her head. She had on a tiny cropped tank top, hot pink in colour, just barely covering her lean chest. A tight pair of white panties could barely accommodate her superbly wide hips, but thankfully, that was offset somewhat by the size of her bulge. The point at her crotch, which was quite a bit smaller than she'd care to admit, nonetheless raged in response to the porn she indulged herself with, sticking straight up against the fabric with the tiniest of damp spots visible right over the end. Another little secret of her's: she was not, as they say, particularly well-endowed.
Her legs, long with those thick, womanly thighs, had been sheathed nearly all the way up to the crotch in silky nylons, little high-heeled slip-ons gracing her petite feet. She had done her makeup as skilfully as a few years of steady practice would allow, giving herself heavy black eyeshadow, eyeliner, and lipstick, with red blush for that extra oomph. Her mouth hung open as the slideshow reached the Sabrina Suzuki section, always a favourite of Kimmy's, and good God, did she have a fat one. Her hands slowly drifted across her plump thighs, slowly trailing her long, carefully groomed fingernails across her hairless body towards her needy loins. Her fingertips crossed the hem of her panties, delicately tracing across the taut fabric, closing in on-
Knock knock!
She gave a start, silently taking in a deep gasp. Oh, shit. Not now.
Knock knock!
She hastily stood up from her beanbag chair, self-consciously shielding her crotch with both hands, hiding her secret from nobody in particular. God knew worse things were on display.
"Yo! Pizza's here!"
She doubled over and smacked at the buttons on her video game console's controller until the slideshow disappeared.
"Uh, I'll be right out! Just, just gimme a minute!"
Her roommate's footsteps receded from her bedroom door - no doubt Travis was in a hurry to munch on two-thirds of the pizza, like he always did. She deflated with an adrenaline-laced sigh. Jesus, her heart was racing. She could never hold anything against him, but if he found out what she did in her spare time, he'd no doubt feel differently. He had absolutely no idea that "Kimmy" existed. He only knew her for her daytime persona...And what a shame that was. Kimmy was quick to peel herself out of her ritual garb and clean the makeup from her face. Only wishful thinking, she chided herself. Travis could never, should never, see the real her. One thousand percent a grade-A bad idea.
A couple minutes later, she had slipped back into the comfortable, if stifling, sweater of her daytime persona, dressed in that boring daytime disguise. The makeup was gone, and her hair was down and messy. She wore a white polo shirt and blue jeans, alongside some gray socks. It was bland, it was dreary, but it was also safe, secure. Besides her hair, besides her androgynous face and noticeably effeminate proportions, she looked like any other guy. People could suspect all they wanted, but she gave them no concrete proof, least of all her roommate. He was easy to live with, fun to live with, and the rent was cheap. Reaching for more could take away what she already had. Roommates like him weren't easy to come by, and she'd hate to spook him and get herself kicked out. Tough to tell herself that on a daily basis when he was a hell of a looker, though.
A slice of pizza in one hand, her cheek propped up in the other, she idly watched the sports game on the bigger television of their apartment, occasionally throwing sidelong glances at him in the dim glow filling the otherwise dark living room. They were both in their early twenties, but he had a couple extra years, over her. He worked in the merchandising department of a local at-cost membership grocer, and after a couple years of stocking shelves like an army grunt, he wasn't exactly a string bean. He had on a black muscle shirt, a thin silver chain necklace, and a pair of green cargo pants, his elbows to the table as he ate the cheap, greasy pizza. He was already on his third slice, and showed no signs of slowing down. Bugger had a hunger to rival a horse.
His hair was black, his skin was fair, and his face was smooth-shaven, as was required by the dress code of his job...Not that she was complaining, mind you. Taking a big bite of the artery-clogging takeout pizza, he immediately wiped at his lips with a strip of paper towel, got the mouthful down, and asked "So, you do any hunting, today? Don't mean to pressure you, man. I'm sure you're doing your best. Jobs are tough as hell to get, around here." That they were, indeed. She shrugged with her eyebrows, looked down from the TV, and took a nibble of her slice. "I might've found something," she noncommitally answered. "Spotted an ad online, earlier today. I'm thinking of applying. It's an in-person interview, guaranteed, and it's happening tomorrow morning. Money sounds great."
"Oh, yeah?" Travis asked, cocking up an eyebrow as he finally looked over at her. "What is it?" She gave a faint sniff, then took another nibble of her slice. "Well...It's kind of, like, uh...Clean-up duty," she nonchalantly stated. His brow furrowed, a touch, in a hint of confusion. Momentarily frowning, he ventured to ask "Like...Janitorial stuff? You're gonna be the cleaner guy?" She gave another sniff. "Something like that," she flatly answered. Her evasive attitude easily got him to knock off the questions - it always did. Raising an eyebrow, he simply stated "Well, if the money's good, then a job's a job, right?" "Exactly," she answered, considerably more warmly. She would've told him the truth, if she could've. If she spilled the beans that this mere janitorial position paid twenty-five dollars an hour to start, however, he'd lay an egg and ask a million uncomfortable questions. No thank you.
The next morning, so bright and so early she could've heard the rooster crow, she stood in the rural street, fresh off the bus and squinting under the brilliantly strenuous sunlight. She looked up at the mansion on the hill, then down at the slip of paper in her hands. She looked over at the stone column post of the gated property, noting the numbers bolted into the rock. This was definitely the right address, alright. Not that there was much room for error, considering this was the only mansion she had seen, on the ride over. This was the rich part of the city, so rich, in fact, that it could hardly even be called part of a city, at all. The land was untamed, wild, more forest and field than anything else. The mansion even had a clear view of the wide river, just on the other side of the road. The only people who lived out here were filthy fucking rich government workers, and maybe a few oil tycoons.
She stuffed the slip of paper back into her pocket, walked up to the gate, and pressed the buzzer. When a perky-sounding woman said hello and asked who she was, she slipped out of her daytime persona and into her true self, smiling as she gave a chipper, bubbly "Hi, there! It's me, Kimmy! I'm here for my interview for the maid position? Is mister Harret in?" The woman came back even more excitedly, this time. "Oh, yes, he is, come right on up! We're all super excited to meet you! I'll get the door, just hit the doorknocker when you're at the front!" A moment later, a buzz sounded out, and the tall, wrought iron gate began to automatically slide open, making way for her to enter the mansion grounds.
Kimmy crossed the threshold without much in the way of hesitation. She had always craved for a way to take her kink for cross-dressing to the next level, to make it less of a dirty secret she kept to an alter ego and something she could more openly embrace, somehow. Unless she was going to start the habit of cruising gay bars, which she didn't feel anywhere near ready to even consider, this job seemed like the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. She'd get to wear a maid uniform all day long, free to behave as much like herself as she wanted, and even get paid a fat paycheck, in the process. All she needed to do was pass the interview. No pressure. She was confident she'd land the position - she had no real experience doing this sort of household work, but from the sounds of things, that wasn't actually a requirement. Training would be supplied.
She followed the winding driveway across the field-like front lawn, gazing up at the enormous mansion, all the while. Red brick, black shingled roof, two different chimneystacks, windows wide enough to cover half a room - the thing looked like a million bucks. If nothing else, that encouraged her, helped her believe that the incredible beginner's salary hadn't been a ruse. When she came up to the front door, she climbed the porch and, just as she had been instructed, she raised the doorknocker, bumping it down into the brass relief of a roaring lion's mouth. Within ten seconds, somebody was unlocking and opening the door. As soon as the door was open, Kimmy's eyes went as wide as saucers. Was this to be one of her coworkers?
Good fucking God, she was stacked.
The blonde with long, thick, voluminous hair stood a little over six feet tall, made a couple extra inches higher by the classy black heels she wore. Kimmy had to admit, she was pretty damn beautiful, what with all her black eyeshadow and mascara. The added dark brought out the blue in her eyes, and that scarlet lipstick made those puffy cock-pillows look all the more succulent and inviting. More eye-catching than all that, however, was the ridiculous bikini-esque maid uniform she wore, as well as the stupefying hourglass figure she filled it out, with. This woman was gorgeous.
The maid's bust was easily somewhere in the double digits, double letters, and her black, lace-trimmed bikini top was little more than triangles and strings, just barely covering the areolae of her sizeable globes as it tied over her back and the nape of her neck. Down below, she wore a matching miniskirt over a bikini, both black, both trimmed with ruffled lace. The skirt was buttoned around her narrow waist instead of her hips, and good thing, too, because this maid's flanks flared out so wide, she could've slammed a door shut by cocking out a hip. Black nylon stockings with pure white bands at the hems covered her legs up to the edge of the miniskirt, climbing all the way up to nearly her crotch. Girl could've been in Hustler.
Her hair was swept back behind her left ear, exposing a tiny headset, a black earpiece with a little microphone that only stuck out a couple inches towards her cheek. A tiny blue LED briefly lit up and flickered over the side of the earpiece as the maid gave a big, wide grin, showing off two rows of perfectly straight, white teeth. The Aryan beauty raised her eyebrows and cooed "Ooh, look at you, you're a little cutie! You'll cinch it, I'm sure. You'd fit right in around here, and we always love welcoming a new sister!" Kimmy's face went a little red at that specific choice of wording. She wasn't exactly a "sister" while she was masked in her daytime persona, after all. The maid gave a modest little peep, pressing her pouty lips back together in a sheepish smile.
She looked off to the side, then raised a hand to her face, making the gesture of draping her fingers across her mouth. She fluttered her long, white nails before giving a gentle shrug, looking back into Kimmy's eyes, and murmuring "Oops, listen to me. I'm sorry, I haven't even introduced myself!" She held out her hand for a dainty handshake, grinning again as she said "My name's Beverly, the current Head Maid serving under master Harret. I'm the one you spoke with, over the gate intercom. It's a pleasure to meet you. Allow me to welcome you to House Venus, master Harret's home." Kimmy raised her hand and took the delicate handshake, smiling a little breathlessly as she said "Um, well, y-yeah, okay. Thank you! Thanks for having me here, this morning."
Beverly started to open the big door wider, sweeping out an arm, gesturing for Kimmy to enter. "Please," she excitedly said, "come in, master Harret is already ready to see you. I'll see you to his office." Kimmy's mouth eased open at the same rate the door did. For starters, the front hall was gigantic, rising clear through three separate floors before finally hitting a ceiling, rimmed on three different levels of elevation with beautiful wooden banisters. The floor was solid wood, so thoroughly polished that the stuff was borderline reflective, all besides a long, wide, scarlet rug that ran from the front door all the way up to a wide set of stairs on the far end of the hall, which led up to the second floor.
Art pieces hung on the walls, antique vases filled the corners, a massive chandelier hung from the ceiling, but perhaps most startlingly, even more maids just like Beverly lined either side of the carpet in parallel rows, ready to greet the mansion's visitor. As Kimmy took the offer and stepped in past the doorway, she swallowed some saliva to steady herself, somewhat self-consciously slipping her hands into the pockets on her jeans as she looked around from face to face. There were six of them, three on either side of the lengthy carpet, and they all folded their hands over their laps and gave a little bow in her direction. In unison, they all said "Good morning, Kimmy!"
All Kimmy could do was raise a hand and squeak out a hello. There she was, some androgynous...For all intents and purposes...Boy, with womanly wide hips, an impossibly big ass, and unusually thick thighs, all dressed in her boring daytime persona clothes, and here were all these maids, tits spilling out and grins on their faces. They didn't all wear the same sort of bikini uniform that Beverly had on - some wore a more traditional French Maid style that was a little less revealing - but they all had in common an extra helping of curves. There was a mocha-skinned girl with a couple facial piercings. There was a short, somewhat plump in the belly redhead with rather large breasts. There was even an Asian girl whose ass probably could've bounced a dime.
Right then and there, more than anything, Kimmy ached to get the job. If she could wear a uniform like that, all day long...Ooh, just the thought had her shivering. Besides, this was a horrible first impression. None of these girls were seeing the real Kimmy, they were only seeing her daytime mask. They seemed like nice girls, all in all. Kimmy could handle showing them her secret, she thought. Beverly shut the door, then began sashaying her way up the red carpet, making for the stairs. "Good job, girls," she announced. "Perfect formation, perfect greeting. You're doing me proud. On with your chores, ladies!" Beverly grinned as she came to a sudden stop, on the carpet. She looked over her shoulder as the other maids dispersed, raised up an arm behind herself, and gestured for Kimmy to follow with a quick wag of two fingers. "Well, c'mon, cutie," she urged. "Master Harret's waiting!"
Kimmy had to swallow some saliva to steady herself. She could only hope she hadn't bitten off more than she could chew with this whole "maid training" deal.
Within two minutes, she had been brought through the luxurious mansion, up to the second floor, and over to the good master of the estate's office. Beverly ushered her inside, quietly shutting the door behind her before guiding her over towards a leather seat set in front of a wide, lacquered wood desk. A fat bead of sweat ran down the middle of Kimmy's back as she somewhat anxiously glanced around the office. A wide window was set in the far wall behind the desk, but the shades had been pulled almost all the way, slicing much of the sunlight up towards the ceiling. A series of bookshelves covered the left-hand wall, each filled to bursting with thick, seemingly important textbooks. On the right-hand wall, by contrast, there were only more art pieces.
The desk had a fancy metal pen holder and paperweight hybrid, an expensive metal lamp with a thin, adjustable neck, a few closed notebooks in a neat stack, and a fetching phone modelled after the old rotary style, only with the modern touch of a call display. The chair behind the desk, tall and made of a lovely burgundy leather, was currently facing away from the big office and towards the equally big window, which only served to, rather severely she might add, heighten Kimmy's sense of dread. Beverly, standing just next to Kimmy's chair, delicately cleared her throat, then announced "Master Harret, allow me to introduce Kimmy, the applicant for the new maid position."
When a couple seconds passed by without response, Kimmy had to raise a hand and wipe some perspiration from her forehead. She gave Beverly a fidgety glance, briefly smiling in discomfort. Good God, somebody shoot her. This was her opportunity to take the Kimmy inside and bring her out, and she was going to blow it by acting like a nervous wreck. Beverly waited a couple moments, then cleared her throat again, a little more loudly, this time. Leaning towards the side, trying to look past the chair, she said "...Master Harret? Have you fallen asleep, again?"
"Sn...Hng...Wha? What?"
Beverly gave a gentle sigh, then chastisingly murmured "Master Harret, really." Kimmy found herself smiling sheepishly as the chair abruptly spun around, facing a wide-eyed middle-aged man already fighting a yawn as he sat up in his chair. He was a good-looking guy, to be sure, somewhere in his mid to late thirties, his dark brown hair cut in a short, conservative style. He had some short stubble on his face in a layer of five o'clock shadow, and a black suit jacket over a white undershirt accompanied by a red-striped-black tie. The whole thing was draped snug across his big body, with his broad shoulders, especially, filling out his jacket to a tee. His emerald green eyes relaxed and closed, a little, as he stopped yawning into his fist, dismissively waving his hand at Beverly, as if to brush off her concern.
Beverly had none of it. Arching her eyebrows, she held her hips and gently chided him, cooing "I tried telling you, you really shouldn't have pushed yourself, so hard. You were up four hours later than usual! You could've just finished the paper this morning, and gotten a decent night's sleep." He waved her off again, but as far as Kimmy was concerned, this back and forth between the two was a good sign. If Beverly could chastise her own boss, like this, without fear of repercussion, then Harret must've been a pretty laidback, easygoing guy to work for. Maybe this really was the kind of cushy job she had been hoping for? Twenty-five fucking dollary-doos per hour to start was good enough, but if her boss was cool, too, then this could be her goddamn dream job.
"Duty called, Beverly," Harret matter-of-factly stated as he threw up his hands, his voice a low, deep growl that sent a shudder down Kimmy's spine. Guy sounded like he had balls as big as a bull, for crying out loud. Beverly just clicked her tongue and shook her head, wagging a finger at him. He grinned and finally turned his eyes to Kimmy, his mouth stretching wide in a big, friendly smile. He leaned forward, held out his hand over his desk, and casually said "Sorry about that, Kimmy. Not a great first impression, I can only hope you won't hold it against me. It's great to meet you, I'm so glad somebody answered my ad so quickly. Let me just say, right off the bat, that I think you'd be perfect for the position. You'd look great in a maid uniform, and with a bit of makeup? You'd fit right in." Kimmy found herself smiling from ear to ear at the compliment, but she couldn't help giving a shy cringe, all the same.
While she was still dressed in her daytime persona, she felt like she still had both feet in her other self, and even then, nobody had ever really known about this other side of her. Receiving such an overt compliment in that vein more than tickled her pink. She gently shook his hand, then breathlessly chirped "Oh, ah hah, th-thank you, that, that's a very high compliment, um...Well, all I can say is, I'm already really excited. If you think I'd look good in a maid uniform, well, that's all the encouragement I need to try and be one of your "sensual maids." Your home is absolutely amazing, by the way. I've never been inside a mansion, like this." Harret grinned, raised his eyebrows, threw up his hands, and said "Well, good news! You've already passed the interview!"
Kimmy gave a blank blink. What?
She glanced at Beverly. She, too, was grinning. Kimmy looked back at Harret and blurted out "...That's it? I just...Got the job, just like that?" She raised her eyebrows and hastily added "Uh, not like that, I didn't mean it like that, wh-what I meant to say was...Uh..." Harret dropped his hands. His grin relaxed to a friendly smile as he explained. With a somewhat playful cadence to his voice, he said "Really, that's it. Pretty much the entire interview process is, do you have a willingness to work as my maid, and are you cute enough to pull it off? That's all I really ask. Of course, there are a number of responsibilities that would be expected of you. The maids all follow a strict routine, depending on the day." Beverly gave Kimmy a wink and chimed in "Don't worry, there's just as much fun and games as there is work."
Kimmy gave a brief grin at that, a nervous chuckle exhaling out of her. The ad had made it perfectly clear: "sensual maid." Some of the duties had been outlined. She assumed she had a pretty good idea of what she was getting into, and it had been so unbelievably exciting, at the time. She had been so pumped with adrenaline, when she had answered the ad. She had thought she was ready, she had wanted it so badly, but now that she was coming face-to-face with it, she was finding herself more than a little nervous. She should've just come to this thing dressed in her Kimmy outfit, maybe then she wouldn't have felt like such a fish out of water. She supposed it didn't much matter. Even a blind man would've known that if the boy in that chair had answered this ad, then he had a more than passing interest in cock. Embracing Kimmy only made her more comfortable by offering a disguise, a wall between that part of her and the rest of her life.
Harret raised his eyebrows, threw up his hands again, and said "I'm ready to hire you. Job's your's, if you want it. But, you should hear what kinds of things will be expected of you, first, before you say yes. The ad didn't lay everything out on the line, after all." He gave Beverly a nod, then said "Bev, why don't you run Kimmy, here, through a typical day at House Venus?" Kimmy looked over, watching the rather chesty maid's bust give a jiggle as she raised a hand, making the somewhat flighty gesture of touching a fingertip to her bottom lip. Her eyes drifted off to the side as she cooed "Well, let's see. Let's use Sunday, as an example. Seems fitting."
She dropped her hand to her hip and held herself, smiling as she turned, a little, and looked down into Kimmy's eyes. Quite earnestly, she explained "Well, Kimmy, you see, being a maid in House Venus means receiving training, every day. Not just training and experience in cleaning, but training and experience in being more womanly, more girly. Feminization training, basically! After all, if you were manly, you'd be a butler, and these are maid positions, right?" Kimmy felt her jaw drop. Beverly grinned, arched her eyebrows, and said "Isn't that what you wanted, when you answered the ad? The ad made that much clear, didn't it? It did when I answered. "No training necessary." It wasn't just talking about the job, itself." Kimmy's face started to burn as she stammered.
Beverly gave a playful little nodding, gently turning her head to the side for a cockeyed look as she said "Oh, yeah! Lots of it, inside and out. It's fantastic. You don't have to act so shy and shocked, Kimmy! Don't worry, I understand completely. Every maid here was just like you, at one point." Kimmy raised her eyebrows, a little. What exactly did Beverly mean, by that? Did she mean what Kimmy thought she meant? Beverly grinned and said "Today's Oral Training day. You know what that means, Kimmy? Lots of mouth games for a little boy like you to soak in as he turns into a girl, just like the slutty one he has inside, waiting to come right on out...Maybe in more ways than one, huh? Hee-hee, oh, I'm only teasing!"
Kimmy's face flushed red as she hung her head down, wringing her hands together over her lap. She looked up and tried to protest, but what Beverly said next had her shutting right the hell up: "There's even free cosmetic surgery, if you want it!" Kimmy's eyes widened, all over again, as she looked back up at the Head Maid. Her eyes shifted to Harret, who smiled, gave a nod, and said "She's telling the truth. I don't mind paying for whatever cosmetic surgery you feel would help make you more comfortable with yourself. I understand what somebody like you really feels, deep down inside, Kimmy. I know the idea of a permanent change in this direction can be scary, but when you let go, it's exhilarating. Breast implants, butt enhancements, electrolysis, lip plumping, anything you want."
He briefly narrowed his eyes, shrugged, tilted his head to the side for a moment, and added "Within reason, of course, and only after you pass the buffer period of the first week. I'll help you look like a woman, but anything really out-there, you can fund with your pay. I'm not here to feed any addictions. If you want tattoos or piercings, or...Anything else really out-there...Your pay will cover it." He gave Beverly a gesture, then added "My personal surgeon is a miracle worker, he can give you breasts so natural, you'd never be able to tell they were implants. Go ahead, give Beverly a touch. Tell me if you can even tell that they're augmented." Kimmy's eyes went as wide as saucers as Beverly abruptly swept a hand through her long, blonde hair, swinging it out behind herself before she held her knees and leaned over.
A wide smile split her beautiful face as she brought her chest closer to Kimmy's chair, inviting the seated girly-boy to touch her. Kimmy, rather noticeably, swallowed some saliva like a nervous virgin. Good God Almighty, Beverly had some deep cleavage. It took her a moment to raise her hand up, but eventually, Kimmy lightly pressed her fingers up into Beverly's left breast, laying her palm over the black triangle of her bikini top. Her face flushed red, again. Fuck, that was nice. She had to admit...Beverly felt as real as real could get. She was warm, she was soft, she was perky. She was juicy, jiggly, and squeezable. Were these really implants?...Was Beverly the for-real deal? Did she really even have a cock, under that skirt? Did all the maids? No way, right?
Beverly raised her eyebrows up high, momentarily widening her eyes as she said "Great, eh? You've already got a pretty amazing bubble butt, Kimmy. Don't think I haven't noticed, hon. Imagine what you'd look like with boobies like this! You'd be a sweet little minx, eh? I can see it now!" Kimmy's face flushed. As subtly as she could, she shifted her free hand over the point developing at her crotch. "I, I dunno," she passively mumbled, dropping her hand from the maid's chest. Beverly stood up straight, cocked up an eyebrow, and grinned. "Well, just wait until you hear what a regular day is like. I haven't actually told you the usual schedule, you know," she pointed out. Kimmy gave her an intent look. There was more?
Beverly held her hips and, with a rather blase flair, said "Well, first, we wake up. All the maids share a big room, you know, kind of like a slumber party every night. Right off the bat, we don't touch our morning woods - and yes, I'm sure you've been itching to hear a direct answer for a little while, now, so there you go - and go to the coed shower, together. Then, we get dressed, have our breakfast, and start our chores. The breakfast comes with some party favours: some hormone supplements for the girls and boys, some aphrodisiacs I think, and a couple other little odds and ends designed to take your libido and crank it right up to an eleven. Believe me when I say, it is all in good fun, and you will absolutely love what it does to you."
Kimmy tried to squeak out a question, but Beverly simply continued, unabated. Grinning, she waved a hand and said "Then we have lunch, along with some more vitamins and supplements, and get back to work. It's around this point in the day that Harret, if he isn't too busy with work, might start calling us in for private consultations, you know, just to have chats and get to know us better, hear about any grievances or problems we might have. Then, we have our dinner, take another shower, and turn in, for the night. We all jerk off a little to cool ourselves off after a long, hard day of work, and hit the hay. It's all a little more in-depth than that, but that's the gist of it, and I'm sure you'd get the hang of it, real quick. Like I said before, each day has a different theme, too, and with today being Oral Training, that means we all put our lips to good use and get some experience under our belts."
Kimmy's face simply went a sweltering red. She just couldn't find her voice as Beverly held her by the shoulder, giggled, and added "There are some general ground rules for conduct that we'd need to go over, and as Head Maid, it would be my personal duty to help you through the acclimatization period, but it's nothing too crazy. Mostly, it's just that the maids aren't allowed to fraternize with each other, and by that, I mean..." Beverly raised her eyebrows, widened her eyes, and coquettishly uttered "...No touching dicks. We play, but we don't get gay, sweetheart." Kimmy just gave her a bit of a surprised look.
Beverly's face scrunched up as she snickered, then breathed out "Oh, I'm just teasing, don't take me seriously. But, legitimately, the maids don't fraternize. If we all just fooled around, all day long, we'd never get any work done! We have a job, and we do it. We focus on it, full stop. It gets done, it gets done right. It's no different than not being able to drink on the job, anywhere else. We wanna do that stuff, we do it in our off-time. We don't do it while we're on the clock...Which we typically are, since the position is live-in and seven days a week. Great, right? Your wage for just one week is stupendous! On top of that, every other week is vacation time for everyone but the Head Maid, the Head Maid is always on-call for master Harret's convenience. So, you wanna date your coworker, wait until break week."
Beverly raised her eyebrows, gave Kimmy a big, bright smile, took her hand from her shoulder and laid it over her own chest, and warmly asked "So, what do you say? You wanna join the team? I can grab you a uniform, do your hair and makeup, and give you the tour! We'll do the introductions, and then we'll get right to work! Still want the job, knowing you might get a little dirty, doing it? I mean, that is why you came, right? To "come out and play," a little?" Kimmy opened her mouth to answer, but all that came out was a tiny warble. Hoh-lee-shit. Was this for real? What in the hell had she just walked into? She looked over at Harret. He had a big, warm smile on his face, his eyebrows lightly raised as he watched her reaction.
Kimmy looked back over at the maid, then back at the master for a second time. They could see right through her daytime persona. They could see the real Kimmy, and they wanted to see if she had the courage to come out of her shell. Kimmy needed nearly an entire minute of awkward silence to grapple with herself, then gave a sheepish smile. "...Where do I sign up," she cooed, her smile turning into a grin out of embarrassment. Beverly gave a squeal, leaned over, and hugged Kimmy tight, making her face go blank as those tits of her's pressed right into her shoulder. Harret grinned, opened one of his notebooks, and produced an employment contract. He slid it across the table, along with an expensive metal pen. Kimmy's signature was on that paper the instant Beverly had let go of her...
"Vrrrrr...Vrrrrr...Click!"
"Hello? This is Travis."
Kimmy raised her eyebrows and smiled, a little. She had to resist the urge to curl her finger through the receiver's cord as she said "Hey, Travis? This is...Uh, well, it's me, just calling from my interview." Her roommate sounded a little confused, for a moment.
"Oh, hey. Is everything alright? You need a ride back, or something?"
Beverly's smile grew wider and wider as she watched Kimmy handle her final phone call before her first week officially began. Her eyes fell half-closed as she listened closely, inwardly judging, trying to ascertain how far along Kimmy's progress naturally was. The girly-boy audibly wavered between her daytime persona and her true self, more torn, now, than ever. It wouldn't take long to get her to embrace herself. The true challenge would be getting her to be open about it, outside the mansion. Kimmy barely glanced at Beverly as she said "No, no, uh, that's just it. I got the job! Just, the thing is, uh, there's something about it I didn't realize."
"What's that?"
"Uh, well...It's a live-in position. I'll have a room on-site."
"...Does that mean you're moving out?"
Kimmy raised her eyebrows and hastily said "No, no! No, God. The thing is, I'll be staying here for work one week, but every other week is vacation time, so I'd be coming back home. I'll still be living at the apartment, I just won't actually be there, every other week. But, I'm not moving out, or anything. I'll have an easy time paying rent now, let me tell you."
"Oh, okay. Cool. Uh, well. Are you coming home today, then, or what?"
Beverly raised her eyebrows, gave a patient smile, and equally impatiently tapped a finger at her wrist. Kimmy glanced at her and gestured for her to wait, mouthing "Hang on" at her. "No, I'm starting right away, actually," she nonchalantly said. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm not disappearing off the face of the Earth, or anything. Nothing's happened to me, I'm fine. I'll be getting paid this Saturday, and I'll be back at the apartment next Sunday morning. Sound good?"
"Yeah, sure. You don't need to check in with me, dude. Do what you gotta do. Have fun, I guess. Hope it's not too tough."
"I'm sure it'll be great," Kimmy cooed, grinning. "I'll see you next week, man." Beverly grinned as Kimmy hung up the phone and set it aside. More thoroughly slipping into her Kimmy side, she slapped Beverly over the knee, playfully exclaiming "Don't rush me, this was supposed to be my last call! I had to let my roommate know what was going on!" Beverly grinned and remarked "Oh, roommate, huh? Not your boyfriend? Could've fooled me." Kimmy's face started to go a bit pink, and she instantly, and noticeably defensively, blurted out "No, we're not like that! We're just friends! He...No." Beverly giggled, then said "Sure, hon. Go on, get out of those clothes, they're awful. Don't suit you one bit. Let's get you fixed up for your first day on the job."
Kimmy smiled, relaxed with a curt sigh, and pretty promptly followed the instructions, stripping down to her underwear without much in the way of hesitation or self-consciousness. After she had signed her work contract, Beverly had brought Kimmy over to the big dorm room the maids all shared, entirely vacated at that time thanks to the rest of the staff being elbow-deep in their daily upkeep. The place was comfortable enough, Kimmy supposed, although the room smelled like it had been virtually marinated in perfumes of all kinds. It had been difficult to keep from crinkling her nose upon crossing the threshold and finding herself assailed by a dozen different, well, overly feminine scents.
A total of ten beds, only really big enough for a single person, lined either side of the rectangular room in two parallel rows. Just above each bed, a tall window stretched up to a tapered point, each having black drapes attached to sleek black devices that Kimmy could only assume automatically opened and closed them. Each bed was expertly made, perfectly neat and smoothed out, but the bedside table of each had the usual disorganized trappings one might expect. Each one had a little desk lamp. Some had small picture frames of, presumably, loved ones. Some had little perfume bottles sitting overtop, no doubt partly responsible for the saturation of womanliness filling the air. The rest had the odd bits and bobs, but nothing too out of the ordinary or eyebrow-raising, for Kimmy. No dildos lying around in the open, at least.
What did make her raise her eyebrow, on the other hand, were the rows of television screens, set into the ceiling. She couldn't help but frown in curiosity when she spotted how there was a screen placed squarely above the head of each and every bed. What were they for? Watching movies in bed? That'd be cool, she supposed, but a little disorienting, doing it lying down. Why not just set up a home theatre room, somewhere in the mansion? Lord knew House Venus had the space. Besides all that, the room was about as generally high quality as one would expect. Hardwood floor, walls painted a subdued pink, ceiling high, a grand painting on the far wall which Kimmy only vaguely recognized as something involving Aphrodite...Luxurious. Certainly more than she would've expected a bunch of mere maids to be provided, "sensual" or no.
Beverly sat up from the bed across from Kimmy, took the phone, and walked over to her own bed, near the dorm door. She tossed aside the phone, knelt down with a sigh, pulled out a black case from underneath the bedframe, and walked back over to Kimmy's bed with a perky smile and a bounce in her bikini top. When she noticed that Kimmy was down to her white trunks, she just gave her a look, an amused little smile crossed with a cringe. She shut one eye, audibly groaning in her throat. Kimmy looked down at herself, then looked back up with a flushed face. Sure, the underwear was ugly as sin, but it fit her daytime persona. Was there something else she should be embarrassed, about? Beverly snickered, then said "Those too, hon. Ditch the tighty-whiteys. God, they're ugly. They don't suit you, either. Let me get you something better. I need to grab your uniform, anyway."
Kimmy raised her eyebrows. A nervous tingle was flooding her tummy. Her mouth hanging open a little, she slowly asked "You...Want me to get naked? Like, all the way?" Beverly raised her eyebrows and smiled from ear to ear. In a somewhat airheaded coo, she chirped "Yeah, of course! Why not? Might as well get used to it, honey, we're gonna be naked around each other a hell of a lot, from now on." "Wait, what?" Kimmy blurted out, eyes widening. Beverly set the case down on the bed, just next to Kimmy's side. The Aryan beauty gave a smile, a carefree wave to dismiss her shock, and remarked "Well, yeah, I did tell you we all shower together, right? And, every day has sex games going on, right? Oh, don't worry about a thing, babe, you'll love it!"
Kimmy just sat there, eyes wide, nervously swallowing some saliva. Beverly walked off behind her, and eventually, Kimmy heard the busty blonde toss out "If you're shy about getting your rocks off with a couple of girls like me, well, don't worry. I did say that the maids can't actually directly fraternize with each other, didn't I? Well, the one exception is Blue Balls Day, but anyway. Until then, you're safe, but that doesn't mean we won't hear you moan." Kimmy's eyes went even wider. Her jaw dropped. She spun around in her spot over her new bed, blurting out "Blue Balls Day?!" The door to the dorm was already easing shut. Kimmy looked forwards again, her nostrils flaring in shock.
She didn't think this should've thrown her for too big of a loop. This could just be big talk to spook the new maid, a joke that everyone has to go through. Even if it wasn't, this was...Surreally close to a couple different fantasies she had had, in the past. This was exactly the kind of thing she had wanted, that she had needed, to really bring Kimmy out for more than an hour a night, to really be herself and finally have some freedom. Hell, she'd even get to wear a maid uniform all day long, every day, for a week, with a bunch of other girls who wouldn't even judge her for it! To top it all off, if those "girls" were like her in that way, then they'd really understand what she's been going through, the stress of living a double life and keeping your true self buried. All that combined, and this should've had her squealing in joy.
Instead, she was nervous, uncomfortable, and squeamish. Whether or not Beverly had been trying, Kimmy was spooked. She squirmed and sweated while she waited for Beverly to return, fidgeting like she had made a horrible mistake, like she wanted to just leave before Beverly came back and hop on the first bus headed home, to call this a fever dream and forget all about it. She eventually gave a great big sigh and told herself to just relax. She had no reason to feel scared, she told herself. This was the sort of thing she had always fantasized about - there was no real reason to be scared of making it a reality, right? Wouldn't living her fantasy make her about a billion times happier than she had been, before? "Just give it a chance," she told herself. "Give it a day or two, then make a judgement call. Don't get spooked. For all I know, this could only be a hazing to mess with the new girl."
When Beverly returned a minute later, Kimmy had relaxed back into her true self with a big smile, no longer clawed at by her daytime persona. When Beverly saw those ugly white trunks discarded on the bed, she gave a great big smile right back at her, then held up two clothes hangers, one in each hand. Kimmy's eyes darted back and forth between them as Beverly came up to the foot of the bed, stopped with a happy sigh through her nose, and asked "So, do you want the skimpy one, or the really skimpy one?" She narrowed an eye, smirked, momentarily leaned in, and added in a whisper "Put in enough time, and you can get a custom uniform!"
The one Kimmy could only imagine was the only slightly skimpy one was of the usual "horny French maid" variety, all black silk with a frilly little white apron, a rather open neckline to show off the wearer's collarbones and shoulders, and only tiny sleeves that would barely cover one's shoulders. It didn't reach down very far, and really only amounted to a tiny dress, combined with beautiful snow white, thigh-high nylons that each had a big, white bow over the front of the hem. A pair of ruffled lace cuffs accompanied the uniform for bracelets, and shiny black slippers with high heels were the stylish footwear, hanging just from the neckline.
By contrast, the one that was really skimpy was more in line with what Beverly, herself, was wearing. A black lace shirt narrowly hung off of the clothes hanger, with a neckline that plunged damn near the navel, guaranteeing that the maid's entire chest would be bared. Accompanying the shirt, however, was a black little bikini top, offering some small measure of dignity to the hyper-sexualized uniform. Accompanying the top was a pleated miniskirt, black and trimmed with white lace to fit the maid aesthetic. Instead of snowy nylons and white cuffs, the skimpier uniform came with black fishnets and black bows for bracelets, along with a pair of stiletto heels. Without a doubt, this latter uniform was for the maids of the looser persuasion.
Kimmy's mouth hung open, for a moment. Her eyebrows rose up as she glanced back and forth between the two uniforms a couple more times, then looked back up to Beverly's eyes. Her mouth quivered into a nervous smile as she gave a little shrug and squeaked "Is there, uh...A non-skimpy version?" Beverly grinned and chuckled out "Now, why would you want a thing like that? That's one of the reasons why you answered the ad, right? To wear a sexy maid outfit, and not have to hide it? Don't worry, your roommate can't see you, out here. We were all the same way, hon." She gave a little shrug and pouted out her lip. "...More or less, at some time, in some way," she added, offering a friendly nodding.
Kimmy just looked at her for a moment, gauging her, her nervous smile becoming more resolute. She blinked, raised her chin in half a nod, and asked "Were you really? Because, no offence, but when I look at you, Beverly, I just see a really beautiful girl. I mean, that's fine, I don't mean that's bad, but...Um...You know...I can't imagine someone like you ever being in my place." She raised her eyebrows, quickly glanced down and up Beverly's body, then added "I mean, you're so flawless, I have a hard time imagining you ever being like...Me." Beverly gave a great big smile, breathed a dramatic sigh, and brought one of her hands to her chest, laying her palm flat in a demure little gesture. "Aww, well, thanks, Kimmy, that's really sweet of you," she answered in a bubbly coo, her smile growing to a grin wide enough to show off her perfect teeth.
Kimmy cocked up her cheekbones, raised her eyebrows, and tossed out "What I meant is, I'm just...Kinda...Finding myself wondering if you...Well, y'know...Actually have a cock." Beverly raised her eyebrows high and smiled. She set the two uniforms down over the bed, remarking "Didn't I say I do? We all do. Every maid here is a transsexual. Well, except for you, you're the one girly-boy, but if you want, that can change, come Monday. Uh, next Monday, that is. End of your first week. Not tomorrow. Sorry for any confusion!" Kimmy lightly raised her eyebrows, watching Beverly hurry over towards her bed, nearly skipping along as she pulled a third set of black heels from underneath and made her way back over.
Kimmy, hands folded over her lap to not-so-subtly cover her crotch, mumbled "Can you prove it to me? That you have a cock, I mean. Are you really like me? I'm sorry, I don't mean to be suspicious, I'm just..." She gave a sigh, willed herself to take the plunge, then confessed "It's just...You know, I like this sort of thing, I really do, but I've been hiding it for so long, it just...I mean, I'm..." "Scared?" Beverly asked, setting the heels down on the bed with a smile. Kimmy gave a nod. "It wouldn't bother me if you're a real girl," she mumbled, "but...I mean, you're so gorgeous, I could only...I could only dream of looking like you. I just can't imagine you ever being in my shoes. I guess what I mean is..."
Beverly gave a little sigh, but a smile was on her face. She gave Kimmy a cockeyed look, and when she spoke, she sounded more serious than Kimmy had ever heard her, thus far. "Kimmy, I know exactly what you're feeling, right now. You don't want to be judged. You're scared, you're nervous. You think we won't understand you, and that you might not be safe here. I get that. I completely, absolutely understand. You want some freedom to behave the way you feel, inside.. We all did. You answered that ad because you wanted a chance to be more girly outside of the safety of your bedroom sanctuary, or your basement haven, or wherever you did it. You want to be girly, you wanna have fun, you wanna kiss all the boys and pamper them - but you're scared for half a dozen reasons. I get that. We were all like that, at some point. I'm no different."
Beverly held a hip, raised an eyebrow, and smiled wider. Cocking out her hip, she tilted her head to the side a little, brought her hand to her chest again, and said "As Head Maid, it's my responsibility to help you come to grips. I realize that you've probably been using a disguise, and have done it so well that you've crushed this part of you into a teeny, tiny seed at the back of your mind. But, you and I both know that that seed is craving water, and this job will help you sprout - in more ways than one, I might add." She gave a giggle, then blinked, her eyes relaxing until they were half-closed. She smiled more, gave a wink, and said "We got your back, hon. If you're ever nervous, if you're ever scared, and especially if any of the other maids are mean to you, you come straight to me, and I'll sort it out. Think of me as a big sister. That's my job!"
Kimmy drew in a deep breath, and when she let it drift back out, she gave a little nod, smiling sheepishly. "Okay, I will. Thank you," she murmured, internally doing her best to kick her daytime persona to the curb. It, and all of it's fears and nervousness, weren't needed, in House Venus. She didn't require that shield, that cloak to protect herself. The people here would accept her for who she was. She could feel it in her bones, and it made her Kimmy side ooze to the surface more freely than it ever had, before. Beverly took one of the uniforms back, then murmured "Maybe we'll skip the extra-skimpy uniform, for now. I think you're already getting thrust pretty far into the deep end of the pool, eh?" "Uh...Yeah, eh heh," Kimmy answered, with a breathless giggle.
Once she had replaced the uniform wherever she had taken it from, Beverly returned and, with a sigh and a smile, sat herself down on the bed right next to Kimmy, pulled her black case over, and flipped it open, exposing rows and rows of cosmetics. Kimmy's eyes bugged out as Beverly opened the case up like a fisherman's tackle box, lifting up one row, then another, then another, extending them upwards and outwards in little shelves. Beverly lightly clapped her hands together, then remarked "Now, let's see what we can do to make you more comfortable, shall we? Let's bring out the real Kimmy for her first day on the job." She gave Kimmy's thick thigh a patting, then prodded her on with a quick "C'mon, turn and face me, hon. I can't do your makeup sideways. I'm good, but I'm not that good."
Kimmy gave a nervous grimace. She raised one leg at the knee and spread her thigh onto the bed, turning to face Beverly. Of course, she kept her hands down between her thighs now that her lap had been opened up, blatantly covering up her shame. Beverly's eyes openly dropped down as one corner of her mouth shot up. With a friendly clicking of her tongue, she looked over at her case, her eyes half-closed. Smiling wider and wider, she slowly waved her fingers across the shelves, evidently searching for something specific. After a brief hum, she said "Two questions, hon: what kind of porn do you look at, and how big is your cock?" Kimmy's eyes went as wide as saucers. Her face started to flush red. "Beverly, really," she quietly exclaimed, trying her best to sound chastising. It wasn't easy, not with her lips quivering as she fought a giant, embarrassed smile.
Smiling from ear to ear, Beverly shot her a mischievous glance, then plucked out a stick of lipstick from the case. "Call me Bev," she cooed. "And, don't hold it against me. I'm curious. Kind of hard not to notice how you're covering up your cock, hon. Plus, well, I'm feeling randy." Kimmy raised her eyebrows. Beverly grinned a little, unscrewed the cap from the lipstick, and tossed out "That's the standard state of affairs around here, hon. You'll understand, once you start taking your supplements. I'm pretty sure at least one of those pills is an aphrodisiac, of some kind...And, well, even if it isn't, we're all prancing around each other with our tits and asses out, cocks flopping around under our skirts. You see that for long enough, you start to give in. Pucker up, sweetheart."
Kimmy did as she was bade, watching Beverly's beautiful blue eyes as the Head Maid coated her lips in a matching sky blue. With a smile, Beverly put away the lipstick, pulled out some black eyeshadow, and started putting that on, too. Kimmy's face was already going a little red, but whether or not it was from building up the nerve to answer the prior questions, or from having someone else actually do her makeup for her for once, Beverly couldn't tell. Trying not to mumble, Kimmy admitted "Um...Well...Shemale porn. And traps. And, uh...No, that's about it, really. And, as for my cock...Well..." Kimmy gave a faint sigh. Instead of answering in inches and enduring that humiliating sting, she simply said "...Smaller than I'd like, but them's the breaks."
Beverly grinned. It didn't make Kimmy feel any better. "Aww, don't worry about it, hon," the buxom maid cooed. "Small cocks are great! I see a small cock, I just wanna eat it right up! Don't worry about it. Besides, you might be surprised. House Venus might just have a positive effect on you." "Hmm?" Kimmy hummed, opening her eyes. Beverly put away the eyeshadow and pulled out some mascara, flashing Kimmy another grin. She didn't explain, and simply gave the new maid some eyelash-boosting makeup before tossing the cosmetic aside. Kimmy was already well on her way to coming out to the surface, what with all this makeup beckoning her.
Before Beverly pulled out the next piece, she gave Kimmy some dismissive waves up and down, reaching for her hands, still carefully planted down between her thighs. "Lemme see, hon," Beverly prodded. Kimmy squeaked, and Beverly just chuckled out "You don't have anything I haven't already seen before, and you're gonna have to show all of us, at some point. Gimme a sneak preview, let me see what you're working with. C'mon, theeere we go..." Kimmy's muscles practically turned to jelly when Beverly's soft hands took her by the wrists. Fuck, someone was gonna see it. They'd know the truth. Her face and ears turned scarlet and her mouth hung open, a grimace twisted up her face, but she just felt powerless to stop the tall, buxom blonde. Her hands were lifted away, and her shame was revealed.
All three inches of it.
Beverly raised her eyebrows. Kimmy couldn't help but deflate with a sigh. There she was, in all her...Glory? She was as hard as a rock, and it still wasn't helping her, much. Not only was she uncircumcised, which didn't really help matters any, but the pink of her tip that peeked out was glossy with girly ooze. She was a grand total of three somewhat slender inches, and her undercarriage was no better - her balls, which didn't look tremendously big, were snug in a tiny little beanbag, a perky little pouch that stayed close to the underside of her body. When Beverly's mouth hung open in a smile and the first thing out of her mouth was "Aww," Kimmy's stomach fluttered, but her grimace only became worse.
Beverly let go of her wrists, and Kimmy couldn't help but drift her hands back towards her crotch, although she didn't bother covering herself up now that her secret had been exposed. The Head Maid gave her a little wave, as if that would somehow blow away Kimmy's self-consciousness. With a grin, she said "I've seen worse, babe. Don't you worry about a thing, you're adorable. I'd spend the night using you like a lollipop! But, if it really bothers you..." She leaned in a little, smiled from ear to ear, and arched an eyebrow. Under her breath, she said "Guess what? By the end of this week, I bet you'll see a big difference. It's all in the supplements we take, and some good cock pumps we use in our routine."
Kimmy narrowed an eye in curiosity. Beverly grinned, raised her chin at Kimmy, and pulled out a small circular case of blush. As she gave her some rouge, Beverly murmured "Even I don't know what all the pills do, but I can tell you one thing: master Harret likes his maids, mmm, how should I say this...Well-endowed. And, he's got the money to figure out a way to make that happen, for all of us. The pills do a heck of a number on you, hon, and combined with the cock pump he had set up in the shower room, and, well...You'll see." She drew in a breath, held it for a second, and as she huffed it back out, she smiled, tossed the blush back in her case, and chirped "You're done! Get dressed, and I'll introduce you to the rest of the girls. Let me grab a mirror, for you."
Kimmy gave a surprisingly warm, excited smile. The makeup made all the difference in the world. It was like the mask of her daytime persona had finally been exchanged for Kimmy, and courage blossomed in her bosom. As Beverly closed her makeup case and brought it back over to her bed, Kimmy stood up, far less ashamed of her own nudity, now. Sure, her small cock was humiliating, but for somebody girly like her, someone who ached to take it up the ass anyway, a small cock was only an inconvenience, right? While she was still pulling the clothes off of the hanger, she heard Beverly come to a stop behind her. Kimmy could only raise her eyebrows as the Head Maid said "Hey...Do me a favour, babe. Bend over, for a second."
Huh?
Fresh blush ignited in Kimmy's face. She tried looking over her shoulder, blurting out "W-What?" "Just, c'mon, do it for me, for a second," Beverly teased in a sing-song voice, offering a titter as she came up behind the shorter maid. Kimmy's stomach fluttered. In spite of herself, she dropped her knees to the edge of the bed, then slowly leaned over until she was on all fours, planting her hands down against the bed. Beverly gave a loud, appreciative hum, and when her hands abruptly planted themselves against Kimmy's ass, the girly-boy nearly squealed. She flinched away from Beverly's hands, squeaking out "Hey! What're you doing? I thought you said that maids can't fraternize!"
Beverly giggled and reached further out. "I'm not doing anything wrong, I'm just checking something. Gimme a second." Kimmy screwed her eyes shut tight, her lower lip pouting in impotent anger. Her heart was beginning to race, making adrenaline flood her system. Oh, God. Somebody was touching her...There, back there, of all places. What should she do?! If what Beverly said was true, that meant that...A shemale was touching her ass! Oh, fuck! Her dream was coming true, but she wasn't fucking ready for it! Her stomach fluttered to an almost nauseating intensity, and the burn in her crotch was painfully potent...And worst of all, Beverly could tell. With another giggle, Beverly said "Oh, dear. Hon, you need to un-fucking-wind. All I'm doing is touching your bum, and what a fantastic ass you have by the way, and I'm already worried that your first duty for the day will be cleaning your bed sheets."
Kimmy could only whimper, clenching her fingers at the bed sheets. She couldn't help it, this was just too surreal! With a sigh, Beverly spread Kimmy's thick, jiggly cheeks apart, then remarked "We are gonna have to put in some serious work to get you acclimated, and...Oh. Wow. Hot." Kimmy looked back over her shoulder just as Beverly leaned to the side, allowing them to make eye contact. With a big, surprised smirk, Beverly raised her eyebrows and remarked "Did you know you've got, like, a big asshole?" Kimmy's cherry-blushing face went blank. Beverly, eyebrows still raised, gave a nod. She glanced back at Kimmy's rump, then added "Uh-huh. Like...It's big. Most are tiny little puckers, right? Your's is, like...It looks like I could slide, like, three fingers right in, without even trying. Have you been training your ass with oversized dildos, or something?"
"Alright, that's enough," Kimmy flatly blurted out, rolling over onto her side. Beverly grinned, but brought a hand over her mouth to shield it. She giggled, then said "Okay, okay. Too close to home? Say no more. Didn't mean to make you blush, hon." Kimmy just stared at her, lips quivering around until the other woman had finally turned around and walked off. Kimmy deflated with a humiliated sigh, then resumed getting dressed. Beverly whistled lackadaisically as she wheeled a full-body mirror over from the corner of the dorm room, bringing it over to Kimmy's bed. As Kimmy dressed herself, she couldn't help but notice that the uniform hadn't actually come with any underwear. After getting teased about her ass, she somewhat cheerlessly assumed that the lack of underwear had also been teasing from Beverly, and so didn't even mention it. She just swallowed her pride and ignored it.
Once she was finished, she turned and looked at the mirror. Once she did, she gave a double-take. Her eyes widened. Kimmy. Kimmy was looking back at her, looking just as stunned. She was almost unrecognizable. This was the real Kimmy, finally come out to play. She raised her hands and touched her cheeks, as if she needed to confirm to herself that what she was looking at was real, was her. The black eyeshadow, the dark mascara, the red blush, the blue lipstick, not to mention the gorgeous and only tastefully slutty maid uniform - she almost couldn't believe it. No longer was she, for all intents and purposes, a girly-boy, a trap. The person looking back at her in the mirror was a cute girl, albeit one with a flat chest.
She still had a somewhat narrow waist, a pair of flared hips that led down to juicy thighs, and a thick rear. The inside had become the outside. Beverly raised her eyebrows and smiled at Kimmy's reaction. Oh, the first time is always the most jaw-dropping. Kimmy snapped her fingers, pointed, waved her hands, did everything she could to get Beverly's attention without actually looking at her. Breathlessly, she blurted out "Do you have any of those, uh...Shit, what do you call them...Damn it, the hair things, the scrunchy things, the...The things you make ponytails with, those little things! Hair bands? I don't know!" Beverly gave a chuckle. "Yeah, one second." She walked off to her bed, opened a drawer in her bedside table, and came back over. With a smile, she held out a couple pink scrunchies, which Kimmy greedily snatched up.
In an instant, she had her brown hair up in long pigtails on either side of her head, bringing them together to showcase her frosted blonde tips. She started grinning. She grabbed the third pair of heels Beverly had pulled out, which were more her size than the initial pair that had accompanied her uniform, and slipped them on. Finally, her transformation was complete. She was Kimmy, completely and at last, and she was ready to start her maid training. The change in attitude was palpable, for Beverly. Kimmy looked at her with a big, bright smile, and in a somewhat bubbly voice, said "Oh my gosh, I look amazing! Thank you, so much! I feel amazing, I love it! I'm ready whenever you are, Bev!"
Beverly suddenly leaned back and grimaced, making Kimmy raise her eyebrows in shock. Beverly threw her head down, cursed, and snapped "Dang it, I forgot the underwear, didn't I? God...Damn it." She gave a hard sigh and started wheeling the mirror back into the corner, muttering curses to herself, all the while. Kimmy puckered her lips in a little smile. "So, you weren't teasing me by leaving out the panties?" She asked, a hopeful lilt in her voice. "Of course not, hon," Beverly sympathetically cooed, hurrying back over. She raised her eyebrows and glanced over at the wall, up above the dorm entrance. Kimmy followed her eyes and noticed the little circular clock fixed to the wall, displaying that it was nearly noon.
Beverly sucked her teeth and commented "We should really get you started on your work. We definitely need to introduce you to the rest of the girls before lunch." She and Kimmy looked at each other again, and Beverly just gave a big shrug, a smile, and stuck her hands up into her miniskirt. Utterly carefree about the whole idea, she chirped out "Whatever, just take my bikini." Kimmy's eyes widened as her lips went in a firm little line. Beverly gave a smirking grin, already pulling the black and lace-trimmed underwear down from under her miniskirt. With a nonchalantness that stunned Kimmy, the Head Maid remarked "What, would you prefer going commando on your first day? I didn't think so. I can handle that. You on the other hand...Let's keep you comfortable, babe."
Kimmy's eyes dropped down below Beverly's waist. Humming contentedly all the while, Beverly bent over and pulled her bikini all the way down her long, smooth legs, leaving it bunched up around her ankles. When she stood back up, Kimmy was numbly aware of the sound of her own gasping. That miniskirt...Could not hide Beverly where it counted, now that her bikini was out of the way. Kimmy almost sat down out of shock. Jesus fuck. This was all the proof she needed. If this was the only thing she saw all week, it'd be enough to last her a lifetime. Beverly did have a cock...And, it was big.
Kimmy's head was in a fog. She could barely register anything. The thing was obviously still flaccid, but it hung out from under her miniskirt in a long, thick sausage of reddish, veiny meat, with a flared, swollen tip just begging to be suckled. The damn thing looked over twice as big as her's, if not thrice as big! What the hell had they fed Beverly, growing up? It was not particularly difficult for Kimmy to see the Head Maid's balls, either, not when they were that fat, drooping heavily just behind her shaft. Beverly seemed utterly blase about the whole affair, but she did seem somewhat amused by Kimmy's breathless reaction.
She raised one foot away from the bikini, then kicked the other one out, sending her bikini twirling up through the air. She caught the thing with a deft flick of her wrist, then offered it out to Kimmy with a sweet smile. "You can borrow it until I get you some real panties of your own," she explained, raising her eyebrows. Kimmy's hands were virtually trembling as she reached out and took the bikini, barely pinching a string between two fingers.
She brought it closer to her body, blinking multiple times in rapid succession when she realized that the thing smelled of perfume. When Beverly glanced at the clock again, Kimmy took the hint and bent over, stepped into the bikini, and pulled it up, tucking her tiny hard-on into the surprisingly silken material, trying not to whimper at the sensation of throbbing against another girl's bikini. It was warm. Lord have mercy on her soul.
With everything all set, Beverly gestured for her to follow, grinning as she made for the dorm door. "Great, you're all ready," she cooed. With an arched eyebrow, she couldn't resist teasing the new maid one more time, remarking "Try not to cream my bikini, would you? I know you're gonna be surrounded by shemales all day long, but keep it in check, huh? This is Oral Day, after all, not Pre-jac Day. Oh, I'm kidding, hon, don't give me that look. Let's go, we're wasting time."
Kimmy gave a great big sigh to steady herself, then stumbled after the blonde. Time to earn her keep.
~~End of Ch. 1~~
Chapter 2: Sunday - Oral Training
Chapter Text
Kimmy's Maid Training
Part I ‑ "Greenhorn"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: October 19, 2016
Kimmy dutifully followed after Beverly as she took her down halls, into rooms, and just generally gave her the grand tour of House Venus. The first floor, it turned out, was largely split between two functions: luxuries and assorted sitting rooms meant for guests, and utilities meant for the maids, themselves. The maids had their own private little canteen staffed by their own cook, a big bathroom/changing room combo complete with non-segmented shower space, and a leisure room which Beverly mentioned was only used on Saturdays and whichever holidays that work days fell upon.
The second floor was more for Harret's personal use. There were bedrooms and offices, a private dining hall, and multiple art galleries, as well as a small private library and entertainment room. The third floor, meanwhile, was mostly for Harret's business life. Up there, Beverly stated, there was mostly just conference halls, public dining halls for events and important affairs, and some other miscellaneous rooms. Nothing Kimmy really needed to worry about, Beverly reassured. Kimmy just nodded in understanding. As the tour went on, the duo crossed paths with each of the other six maids in House Venus, and Beverly always swept right in to the introductions.
First up was Clara, the somewhat short redhead with the rather large breasts and the small belly to her, who seemed quite friendly to Kimmy during all the hellos, if somewhat untalkative. That mocha-skinned girl with the facial piercings Kimmy's eyes had been drawn to turned out to be Aisha, and although her eyebrow ring, nose stud, and snake bites made her a little intimidating to Kimmy, she was surprisingly soft-spoken, and even went so far as to greet Kimmy with a hug, which thoroughly defused all brewing tension. That Asian girl with the big, round bum and noticeably smaller-than-usual breasts went by the name Hitomi, who had a giggle at Kimmy's expense by greeting her in Japanese instead of English, leaving her stuttering and looking at Beverly for help.
Beverly had her own giggle by saying something in German, which Hitomi answered in Japanese, which Beverly promptly answered back with a playful little slap to the cheek. Hitomi properly greeted Kimmy at that point and mentioned that she had been the new girl before her, and had only been working at House Venus for about three weeks, so she'd be more than happy to help show her the ropes. The next maid in the roster was a fairly tall, surprisingly chiselled woman with dirty blonde hair, who greeted Kimmy in an Australian accent. She introduced herself as Shelly, but mentioned in the same breath that most of the other maids just called her Sheila, now - affectionate little joke about how she was a girl, now, Shelly explained.
The next maid was a tall, slender, platinum blonde with long hair and a priggish English accent, who introduced herself as the second-most senior maid after Beverly, then called herself Courtney, and only then smiled and offered her hand. Her snootiness didn't bother Kimmy overmuch, and even if it had, Kimmy didn't think she was in much of a position to complain about the second-in-command. She shook Courtney's hand, and as Beverly led Kimmy away, she complimented Kimmy on handling Courtney well. The next maid she was about to meet had not, by contrast, and it had caused more than a little friction in House Venus. Bit of a troublemaker, she was.
With lunch minutes away, Beverly brought Kimmy into an art gallery on the second floor, quiet but for the faint squeaking of rag against Windex-coated glass. Beverly gave a faint sigh, smiled, clapped her hands together, and gave Kimmy a friendly look, remarking "And here we are, last new friend to introduce you to." Beverly looked to the side, walked around a display wall in the center of the gallery, and said "Oh, Berri? Time to meet the new girl." "Yeah, I'm here," the feminine voice answered. Beverly waved Kimmy over, and she stepped out from around the wall. She lightly raised her eyebrows at what she saw. Berri wasn't exactly as prim and proper as the other maids. Sure, they had had varying uniforms and demeanors, but none of them had been what Kimmy would call trashy.
Berri was. She was decently tall, a little taller than Kimmy at least, standing around six feet tall. Her skin was surprisingly pale, as if the maid had gone a while without soaking in any sun. Her shoulder-length, wavy black hair had been left loose and wild, and the big purple streak through her bangs quickly caught Kimmy's eye. Not only did she wear quite a lot of dark makeup, but she even had little pieces of face jewellery, of all things. She had on more than enough mascara to match her intense black blush, while dark purple lipstick matched her eyeshadow. At her left cheekbone, she had a few tiny pieces of plastic jewellery, apparently glued to her skin: a red heart, a blue teardrop, and a green lightning bolt, each rimmed with shiny yellow chrome. Cheap pieces of crap, but that was the point.
Her steel blue eyes homed in on Kimmy, and she turned away from the sealed painting whose glass face she had been dusting off. Kimmy just looked her up and down without regard towards looking rude. Berri wore the same sort of uniform that Kimmy, herself, had on, with the addition of a black fishnet shirt underneath, and spiked leather bracelets instead of white lace cuffs. Instead of the demure little black slippers, Berri had pulled on a nearly knee-high pair of black leather boots, the heels of which were not only so high they were practically stilettos, but were made of blindingly bright red rubber, as well. Kimmy had to admit, they made a pretty raunchy contrast with those beautiful white nylons...
The decently curvy t-girl gave a smirk, nodded her chin up at Kimmy, and said "Hey, there. Almost didn't recognize you, with the makeup. Nice to meet you. Call me Berri. Good to see a new face around here." Kimmy gave a bit of a shy smile, raised a hand, and tried not to squeak as she said "Y-Yeah, yeah, nice...Nice to meet you, too." Berri's smirk immediately grew as her eyes shifted to Beverly. Beverly promptly raised her eyebrows, laid a hand over Kimmy's shoulder, and slowly said "Now, Berri. Kimmy's new to more than just maid work, so I expect you to be nice to her. I expect you to be understanding of her special needs. I expect to hear that you're on your best behaviour, and made her feel welcome at House Venus. Is that clear?"
"Crystal, chief," Berri remarked, clicking her heels together before whipping up a hand in a salute. Kimmy raised her eyebrows and glanced at Beverly, catching her take in a deep breath and glance skyward as she sighed it back out. Beverly briefly glanced at Kimmy out of the corner of her eye before looking back at Berri. Gently narrowing her eyes, she slowly said "Now, Berri...This morning, Hitomi mentioned to me that she couldn't find her DS. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?" Berri tilted her head to the side, swiped a finger out, and promptly stated "Not a clue, chief. No idea what you're talking about. I have better things to do with my free time than play video games."
"Uh-huh," Beverly practically hummed, puckering her lips. Berri grinned. Beverly raised her eyebrows, opened her mouth, and was about to respond when the little light over her earpiece abruptly began to flicker. She paused, looking off into the distance. She raised her hand, pressed a tiny button over the device, and said "I'll be right there, master Harret." She dropped her arm, gave Kimmy an apologetic smile and shrug, and said "Sorry, I've gotta run. I'm sure you'll do just fine. It's almost lunchtime, anyway, so Berri can take you to the canteen whenever the grub's ready. I'll just leave you two to socialize, a little. See ya in a bit, hon."
Kimmy was quick to turn towards her, stopping Beverly before she could leave, nervously blurting out "W-Wait, what's the issue? What's going on? Where are you going?" Beverly almost stumbled, she stopped so fast. Evidently, she had not expected any protest. She looked back over at Kimmy, gave a big smile, and said "Oh, it's nothing to worry about, hon. No fires to put out. Master Harret's probably just in the mood for a blowjob. It is Oral Training Day, after all. You can just help Berri with her chores, I'll check in on you in a bit!" Kimmy's mouth started hanging open, and her eyes slowly widened. Apparently, Beverly saw nothing amiss with what she had just said, because she just turned back around and casually walked off with a demure little wave over her shoulder.
Berri deflated with a quiet sigh. In a bit of a mutter, she remarked "...Well, you got to meet Beverly. Lucky you." Kimmy raised her eyebrows and swallowed. Left alone in a new place...With a shemale? Oh, dear. She was a fucking fish out of water now, that's for sure. Beverly had been one thing - she could let her guard down, with Beverly. Berri was new. She slowly turned back over to face the other maid, urgently telling herself to play it cool, to treat her like anyone else, and above all else, to not let on that she had been jerking off to people like her for years. Berri thoroughly helped deflate Kimmy's rapidly expanding balloon of anxiety by narrowing her eyes and readily blurting out "She's a bit of a fucking bimbo, isn't she? Like, good God."
The nervousness that had been growing on Kimmy's face instantly drained, leaving a somewhat surprised, blank look, instead. After a moment, she gave a sheepish smile, then said "...I dunno, she seemed pretty smart to me." Berri playfully widened her eyes, then flatly uttered "Smart doesn't mean she can't be airheaded as fuck. I think it's partly just an act, though. Methinks she takes a little too much to the "girly-girl brainless bimbo" porn. But, anyway. So, new maid, huh? What do you think, so far?" Berri gave a shrug, cocked out a leg, and held her hip. Her eyes half-closed, a small smile on her face, she remarked "What made a boy like you answer an ad like that one?"
Kimmy held her hips. One eyebrow rising, she gave a playful pout, then cooed "Well, for starters, not being a boy, is one. The second is, I needed cash." Berri's smile widened, eventually spreading into a grin as she said "Good answer, but to be honest, without boobs, you're still pretty much a trap. Nothing wrong with that, honey. We all start somewhere." She leaned over, grabbed a bottle of Windex from the floor, and nodded for Kimmy to follow as she walked past her. "C'mon," she murmured. "It's almost lunch. You can help me out with this, after." Kimmy nodded and quietly followed after the punky maid, finding herself led back down to the main floor and into a rather large tile-floored room near the showers, filled to the brim with janitorial supplies.
On the way in, they passed by Shelly, who said a quick hello before making for the canteen. Berri narrowed an eye at her back as she left, and only once she was well out of earshot did she mutter "...Fuckin' kangaroo." Kimmy just frowned in surprise and glanced Shelly's way, already well down the hall. Before she could inquire as to the exact reason for the seemingly unsolicited attack, Berri changed the subject by saying "This here's the second-most commonly used room for us maids: cleaning supplies. You get all your stuff here." Kimmy looked over, held her hands together in front of her lap, and gave a studious nod. Berri placed the Windex bottle on a shelf, looked over at her, and remarked "Nothing's really dangerous that you wouldn't already know about, like bleach. Common sense rules apply: don't swallow it, don't huff it, wash your hands, and so on. Normal stuff."
She pointed around the room, listing off glass cleaners, wood cleaners, tile cleaners, fabric cleaners, all-purpose cleaners, air fresheners, and a small encyclopaedia of laundry detergents, softeners, and whiteners. When it was all done, Kimmy's head was practically spinning, which Berri seemed to find entertaining. With a grin, she walked over, hit the light, and said "No big deal. Come on, lunch time. How's your gag reflex, by the way?" Kimmy's face pretty promptly went red. She stammered, mumbling "Uhh..." Berri grinned, patted her on the arm, and said "I'm just joshing ya. We eat actual food. I am kind of surprised we don't have to suck it out of a dildo, though. Beverly give you the tour? Follow me, it's this way."
Kimmy gave a breathless grin and nodded obediently. When Berri said "actual food," she had expected something like a salad, maybe some pasta, maybe something cheesy, maybe some meat. Something substantial, in any event. So, when she walked in the canteen and smelled some kind of sugary scent coming from the cook's rear room, she could only frown in curiosity. The canteen, horizontal and decently sized, had a hardwood floor and brick walls covered in massive portraits of food ranging from shining, glistening fruits to succulent hamburgers, evidently to hammer home for the room's occupants that this was where the food was served. Only a single table was in the room, but the thing was long enough to dominate most of the floor space, regardless.
All of the other maids were already present with their meals, aside from Beverly, Kimmy sheepishly noted. As Berri led Kimmy across the canteen, the other maids looked over and gave waves, smiling and saying hello. Kimmy's stomach fluttered at the warm welcome, and all she could manage in response was a squeak and a little wave. She tried to sneak a peek at everyone's meals as she passed by, but couldn't catch more than a glimpse of a seemingly ordinary meal. Nothing particularly egregious caught her eye, at least. Berri led her over to the back counter, rapped her knuckles against it, and said "Hey, Helga. Two more, over here."
A somewhat raspy voice answered her in a growl, remarking "You call me "Helga" one more time, Berry Blast, and I'll put a lot more than spit in your food." Kimmy raised her eyebrows and looked over at Berri, finding her grinning. When the cook walked out, the smile she wore clarified everything. The woman was a bit overweight, a bit old, but she had laugh lines that betrayed a good nature, an apron and a hairnet, and a sauce-covered ladle in her hand. She was definitely the cook, alright. When she saw Kimmy, she practically lit up like a Christmas tree. Smiling so wide her eyes nearly went invisible, she reached out her hand, saying "Ohh, hi there! I had heard that Harret had wanted to take on a new maid, it's nice to meet you!"
Kimmy couldn't help smiling as she took the woman's hand, enduring a vigorous handshake before she chuckled out "Yeah, heh, it's nice to meet you, too. My name's Kimmy." "Yvette," the cook answered, "but everyone just calls me Eve." "N-Nice to meet you," Kimmy repeated, smiling more shyly as the cook finally let go of her hand. "You too, sweetheart. Just gimme a minute, I'll get your food together," Eve remarked, waddling her way back over to the side. Kimmy just looked at Berri, who smirked at her. When Eve returned a minute later, she had a plastic tray in either hand, which she slid over the counter towards the two maids. Kimmy looked down at her food with raised eyebrows.
There was the salad, as to be expected. There was some kind of green slurry, like applesauce, in a little cup. There was some kind of buttery pasta covered in Parmesan cheese, along with some yellow apple slices drizzled in fine trails of chocolate syrup. There was a tiny plastic pouch that contained a good nine or ten pills of varying sizes and shapes, accompanied by a transparent blue plastic cup, filled with water...And last, but certainly not least, a rather large lollipop in the startlingly blatant shape of an erect, veiny penis, complete with accompanying testicles at the base. Kimmy just stared for a couple moments, her face turning red. Berri grabbed her tray as if nothing was wrong, while Eve similarly just walked away. Evidently, the banana-sized candy wasn't a joke.
Kimmy swallowed some saliva. Oh, that's right...Oral Training Day. How could she have forgotten? A whole day dedicated to...Sucking cock. Jesus. Well, nobody's pulled their cock out yet, so she supposed she was safe. For now, anyway. Kimmy tried to will away the tingle in her belly as she carefully picked up her tray and carried it over to the table. Berri had taken one side of the far end, and before Kimmy could sit next to her and stay by someone familiar, Clara, who had taken the end on the other side, smiled at her, patted the spot on the bench beside herself, and said "Hey, Kimmy, over here. Take a seat, newbie."
Kimmy just naturally followed direction, walking over until she could sit at the redhead's side. Clara watched her with a smile, but her eyes quickly shifted back to the canteen doorway as Beverly abruptly walked in, hurriedly calling out "Sorry I'm late, everyone!" "Take your time, Bev," Clara slowly remarked, her smile growing into a grin. Beverly narrowed an eye at her, but otherwise said nothing. Berri tried not to snicker. Kimmy watched Berri tear open her packet of supplements, and silently followed her example. She watched the pills spill out in a little pile, hesitating for only a moment before taking the plunge. If all of them were doing it and had nothing to complain about, then the pills must've been safe, right?
One pill, two pill, pink pill, speckled pill, she took them all, one after another. Finally, she started eating. When Beverly came with her tray, she sat down next to Kimmy on her free side, which gave the trappy maid a rather clear view right up her skirt...Which nearly gave her a faceful of uncovered cock and balls. Kimmy gently cleared her throat and raised her eyebrows, but her expression slowly changed as the Head Maid sat down and cooed "So, everything fine, so far? No problems?" Kimmy just shook her head and smiled. "Good, good," Beverly answered, a bright smile on her face as she tore open her packet of supplements.
Kimmy looked over when she heard Shelly say "So, how long you think you'll be doing this for, Kimmy? Is it Kimmy, or Kimberly?" "Just Kimmy, thanks," she answered, smiling sheepishly. "And, I don't know. I didn't have any plans to quit. I mean, I'll always need money," she added, with a little shrug. "True enough," Clara remarked, raising an eyebrow. She took a big bite of some salad, looked over at Kimmy, raised an eyebrow, and said "I've been doing this for about six months, now. Bev, there, s'been at it for almost six years." Kimmy looked over in surprise, which got a nod and smile out of the Aryan. "Four months," Berri chimed in, which instantly had the floodgates opening on everyone else.
"Five years," Courtney stated, with an audible little sniff. Aisha's soft voice came from the other end of the maids, murmuring "Two and a half years, for me." Shelly rounded it out by throwing in "About a year, fer me." Kimmy raised her eyebrows and placidly remarked "Huh. So this is all something mister Harret's been doing relatively recently, then. Does anyone ever quit?" Beverly swallowed the last of her vitamins, then candidly remarked "Actually, believe it or not, no. Not really, anyway. Usually, if someone isn't interested, they don't go past the interview process. After that, some part of the first day washes out the rest. But, pretty much everyone you see here was someone who hit that first day, realized what would be required of them, and still stuck around. Not many people last past that point, only to quit or leave."
"Well, there was that one girl who left, what's-her-name," Courtney remarked, to which Beverly quickly answered "Because her family was moving halfway across the globe. I barely even count her." Clara grinned, looked at Kimmy, and remarked "So, here's hoping today doesn't spook you. I wish we had more dicks on campus." Kimmy just gave her an astonished look. Shelly glanced over, smirked, and remarked "More faces, I think you mean." "How positively lewd," Courtney chastisingly remarked, leaning over to glance down the table at Clara. Clara raised her eyebrows and chuckled out "No, I know what I said, it wasn't a Freudian slip. Seeing the same six other ladies, every other week, was getting old. Fresh meat means fresh fun."
Berri grinned. All Kimmy could do was try not to look nervous as she ate. As the meal wore on for a few minutes, however, she eventually became aware of how the tingle in her belly was persisting, long after she had stopped feeling embarrassed. Maybe it was her imagination, but it might've even been intensifying, over time. She thought little of it, putting it out of her mind as she resumed eating. With a bored look on her face, Berri picked up her "cock-sucker" lollipop and gave it a twirl through the air, like a magic wand. Kimmy looked up at her in curiosity, then glanced down at her own cock-sucker. The lollipops they all had with their lunches were practically a dessert, considering they were probably around thirty centimeters of solid candy.
Berri closed an eye, pointed her lollipop at Beverly, and said "Hey Beverly, bet I can melt my candy-cock faster than you." "Yeah, well, we'll see about that, once everyone's finished," Beverly replied, raising an eyebrow, not even deigning to look at the offending maid in question. Kimmy's brow gently furrowed as she eased a hand to her stomach. Alright, that tingle definitely wasn't in her imagination, now. It was practically tickling her, now. Her skin was starting to feel warm all over, and the silk of her uniform was getting...Really soft. When she rubbed her thighs together, the sensation of her nylons stroking together nearly got her flinching. She looked over at the rest of the maids, noting that they had gone quiet.
Clara's face was a bit flushed, as was Shelly's, but the rest seemed more comfortable. Kimmy looked down at her food and stared, for a few seconds. She blinked, barely shook her head, and resumed eating. It was nothing. Maybe it was just some jitters. After all, these beautiful...Women were all being so kind to her, so welcoming and accepting, and...The blonde at her side was going commando, for fuck's sake. For crying out loud, she was wearing the woman's underwear! The thought slowly had Kimmy's eyes glazing over as she finished off her pasta. God, the bikini had been so warm when she had pulled it on, so...So silky and warm, especially in the front. God...
Kimmy's eyes drifted to the lollipop, but shifted away just as quickly. As she plucked each apple slice and popped them into her mouth, her eyes started drifting back. Her skin began to heat up until she was nearly perspiring, making her softly clear her throat. That tingling in her belly was slowly spreading outwards, expanding, creeping both upwards and downwards. By the time Kimmy was finishing off her fruit slurry, she had begun staring at her lollipop. Things had been quiet in the canteen for a few minutes straight, by that point. Idly, Kimmy looked over at Beverly. The Head Maid had her lollipop up in her fingers, absentmindedly tilting it left and right, waiting for the rest of the girls to finish up before she had her dessert.
Her beautiful face had flushed a strawberry red, and perspiration made her forehead shine, up near her hairline. Kimmy looked away, then looked down at her lollipop. Her eyelids flickered, a couple times. Her breathing slowly became less steady, deepening. She closed her eyes, for a moment. God...Beverly's cock had looked fucking amazing, sticking out from under her skirt. No wonder none of the other maids had made a peep about it, during all the introductions. They had probably loved it just as much as Kimmy had. She opened her eyes as the tingle creeping across her body took a euphoric twist. In an instant, Kimmy was reaching out and taking her glass of water, finishing it off with a quiet sigh. Shit, she needed to calm down.
She self-consciously glanced left and right, through the corners of her eyes. Hanging her head down a little, she subtly slipped one of her hands off of the table, placing it down in her lap. Of course, it made perfect sense. Aphrodisiacs. Now Kimmy knew what Beverly had meant. She reached out and picked up her lollipop, then looked down at the rest of the maids. They, too, seemed a bit, shall we say, worked up. Kimmy watched as Hitomi started finishing off her food, watching the way her lips slid across her fork. Kimmy's throat clicked as she swallowed. Perspiration was beading across her body. She felt hot all over, but worse than that, the tingle from her stomach had crept up to her chest, and now, her nipples and areolae tickled with sensitivity every time her uniform even mildly brushed across them, leaving them feeling puffy, swollen.
Once Hitomi had finished off her food, Beverly cleared her throat, then said "Alright, girls. Lollipops up, mouths open. Get sucking. I expect each and every one of you to have your dicks polished off before you leave this table. Set a good example for our new girl." Most of the other girls were silent, but there were a couple wordless mumbles to the affirmative. Kimmy's eyes shifted as all of the other maids promptly dunked their heads onto their lollipops, engulfing them inside their mouths to varying levels of depth. Clara closed her eyes and gave a steamy sigh through her nose, smoothing some of her bangs behind her ear as she rocked her head. Shelly gave a faint moan as she slipped the lollipop in to the halfway mark, her tongue sticking out past her bottom lip as she wiggled it around.
Kimmy's eyes practically crossed. Her eyelids fluttered lower and lower. Her mouth hung open. Oh, fuck. Was this all a wet dream? These big-titted maids were all sucking cock, right in front of her! Candy or no, it was pretty damn obvious what the real deal, was. Nobody had any illusions about what was going on, here. Even Courtney wasn't too proud to play the game and practice giving head. Kimmy looked down at her lollipop, the damn giant hunk of hard candy staring her in the face, beckoning her to give it a taste. Screw it. With a soft sigh of her own, she held it directly towards her face by the stick, opened her mouth wider, and eased herself down. Her lips slid right across the candy, filling her mouth with cherry goodness as she tried to fit as much as she could.
The throb that shot through her crotch only made her sigh a second time. She eased her head back, sliding her lips back across the shaft. She bobbed her head back in, her saliva already leaving a coating across a good third of the prick. When vigorous wet noises hit her ears, she looked up. Her eyes immediately widened when she was slapped with the sight of Berri, one hand on her hip, sitting upright with her shoulders back, busy pumping the lollipop in and out of her mouth nearly all the way, practically face-fucking herself with the candy cock. Her eyes were competitively locked on Beverly, who Kimmy turned to see doing the exact same thing, a determined look on her face as she repeatedly came within centimeters of gagging herself on the cock-sucker lolly.
Kimmy had to swallow the sugary liquid that started to pool in her mouth. The lollipop was melting faster than she had thought it would, and the warmth of her mouth almost seemed to be softening it up, turning it into jelly. Something caught Kimmy's attention, out of the corner of her eye. When she looked down from Beverly, her eyes went wide, and the lollipop froze in her mouth. Beverly was hard as a rock. Her cock was jutting right up from her lap, having thrown back her miniskirt to proudly thrust up towards the edge of the table. Kimmy blinked a couple times, nearly coughing up sugary fluid. She was so veiny, so flushed red, her tip so flared, that she looked like she might pop if she didn't stick it to somebody, and soon. Thank God for that rule about fraternization, because for fuck's sake, the Head Maid had earned her title - she must've been close to ten fucking inches long!
Clara gave a slightly irritated sigh, towards Kimmy's right. She looked over, and her heart nearly skipped a beat when the redhead pulled up the short dress of her uniform, exposing a badly bulging white lace thong, which she openly pulled to the side, right there at the table. She gave a relieved sigh once her prick was free, while Kimmy could only begin panting. Clara had a fat one, too, and she looked around the same length as Beverly. Was every maid here a big-dick transsexual?! Her eyes shifted over when Shelly seemed to do the same. Her eyes barely open, she slipped the lollipop out of her mouth, a string of sugary syrup stretching out between the tip and her lower lip.
Breathing huskily, the lean, chiselled Aussie looked downwards with a flushed face, reaching her free hand down to pull at her uniform. In a grumble, she quietly remarked "God, I'm already hard as a rock..." Kimmy heard Aisha give a mumble of agreement. All at once, a harsh crack filled the air, making Kimmy flinch so badly that she nearly dropped her lollipop. Everyone looked over at Hitomi, who simply raised her head and looked around, half of her lollipop broken off inside her mouth. She grinned as best she could, around it. Clara, Berri, and Shelly all broke out into laughter, while Courtney simply exclaimed "My God! Ouch!" Beverly smiled, pointed a finger at her, and blurted out "Rude! I've told you not to bite the cock that feeds!"
Hitomi could only give an innocent shrug, and things steadily unwound, after that...And thank God, Kimmy would say. Things had been getting so intense, she had been on the verge of drowning in the pheromones, drifting around the table. Beverly showed off her cocksucking skills by being the first to finish off her cock-sucker lollipop, much to Berri's chagrin. When Beverly rubbed her nose in it, a little, by remarking "Brush up on your skills in your free time," Berri simply retorted "Yeah, well, I'll see you on Blue Balls Day, you overblown cheerleader."
Kimmy almost got around to asking about this much-vaunted Blue Balls Day, but when everyone stood up from the table to leave and Kimmy was faced with all of the rather sizeable tents pushing up everyone's skirts and dresses, which absolutely none of them seemed to feel even a single ounce of shame or self-consciousness over, she kind of just went silent and covered her lap, instead. None of the other maids seemed to care that their hard-ons were waving around in front of each other - they didn't just fail to cover them up, they barely seemed to even so much as acknowledge it. Then again, based on the size of their bulges, Kimmy was pretty clearly the odd man out, in the bunch. None of them had anything to feel embarrassed, over.
With lunch out of the way, Kimmy accompanied Berri back to the janitorial supplies, trying not to let the aphrodisiacs in her system compel her into staring at the punky maid's big tent. Berri passed her some Windex and a rag of her own, retrieved her's, and the two made way for the rest of the maids to grab their own respective cleaning products for their own individual chores, for the day. Passing by the other maids was a tense, breathless moment, for Kimmy. They were all largely silent, but were still flushed, glassy-eyed, and breathing a little hard. Whenever they did speak, they were making terse, occasionally flirtatious comments at each other.
Kimmy just needed to get away before the simmering tension exploded into the impending suck-fest she could see on the horizon. A daisy chain spontaneously breaking out on the hallway floor was not exactly how she'd like her secret to be unveiled to the rest of the ladies. Berri led Kimmy back up to the gallery rooms on the second floor, pointed out some glass cases and displays she had yet to dust off, and split the work with her. For a little while as they worked, they were largely silent - Kimmy was too distracted by the inferno raging in her body to think of chatting, and considering Berri displayed the same untalkativeness, Kimmy could only assume she was just as preoccupied.
Eventually, however, the aphrodisiacs flowing through their bodies began to subside. The more the supplements passed, the lower Berri's tent fell, and the more Kimmy felt her loins tense up. It wasn't a particularly uncomfortable sensation, per se, but it was certainly a little bewildering, feeling her undercarriage, and especially her taint, grow a bit taut. She simply chalked it up to the natural consequence of ignoring a fierce hard-on, and merely put it out of her mind. With the two of them less distracted, they started up some small talk as they wiped down the displays, and the first thing Berri asked was, embarrassingly enough, about Kimmy's daytime persona. She supposed, accurately enough, that if Kimmy had arrived at House Venus wearing guy's clothes, she must've been in the closet, to some extent - was the job a bit of escapism, then?
Kimmy opened up about the truth easier than she, herself, would've expected. She could trust Berri, couldn't she? "Yeah," she said, lightly raising her eyebrows. "A big part of the reason why I wanted this job was because I'd be able to wear something like this," she explained with a swing of her uniform, "without it being something I have to hide. I...Live a pretty ordinary life. I mean, I'm not stupid. It's easier to just blend in then be the odd man out. Besides...My roommate, Travis, we've been living together for a few months, now. Almost, uh...Almost a year, yeah. It'll make a year in two months' time. He's a pretty masculine guy, you know? Big and strong and tough as nails."
"Butch as fuck, I getcha," Berri chimed in, grinning. Kimmy arched her brow a little, her lips curving into a tiny frown. Her voice quieted as she added "He's a nice guy and a great roommate, but I can't tell him the truth. I guess I'm worried that if he figured me out, he'd kick me out, you know? I mean...Guys like him are usually the first to drop the F-bomb, aren't they?" "Ah, you're worrying over nothing," Berri chastised, giving her a gentle pat on the back. She raised an eyebrow, looked over, leaned in a little, and tossed out "Would you suck his dick?" Kimmy gave her a startled look, but promptly relaxed. Her cheeks went a little flush. "Y-Yeah, yeah, I would," she answered, trying, and failing, to keep her voice from cracking.
Berri grinned. "Then you have nothing to worry about," she teased. "For a lot of guys, that's good enough."
"B-But, what if I just push him away?"
"Listen," Berri firmly ordered. She turned away from her glass display and raised her eyebrows at Kimmy, dropped her chin, and in a rather matter-of-fact tone, asserted "Life is way, way, way too short to not do the things you want to do, that you like to do. Trust me, on this. It's simple advice that a lot of people forget because they wanna be secure: security won't make you happy. Security just keeps you comfortable. Security is the thing keeping you in the closet. Screw that. The part of you that realizes that you aren't happy is the part that made you come here, today. Shelly was the exact same way, which is why we all call her Sheila, now - she's a girl, now, and good for her!"
Kimmy's expression went uncertain, her eyes drifting off to the side as her lips twisted and pursed. Berri's firm tone made it hard to ignore her. Berri smiled and added "C'mon, don't look like that. You like this Travis guy? Tell him how you feel. Don't act like it's such a big deal, and it won't be, for you or him. Just ask him out, some time. Ask him if he wants to see a movie, with you. Don't take it so seriously, it won't be so bad. You know what I do for fun, outside of work? I hit the clubs. I do the nightlife. I dress like as much of a slut as I want and flirt with every damn guy I walk past, and you know why?" Kimmy just looked back over into her eyes and shook her head. Berri raised her eyebrows, smiled wider, and uttered "'Cause I don't give a fuck."
Kimmy gave her a bit of an awkward look, mumbling "...Don't you worry about, like, rejection?" "Naw, fuck that," Berri chuckled out, grinning and waving a hand at the idea, dismissing it in an instant. "Life's too short. If I let rejection scare me into never trying, I'd never get laid, and sex is too good to just say "no" to. Besides, so what if I get rejected? Some guy doesn't know what he's missing. It's that simple. Him turning me down doesn't mean I'm worthless, or not cute, or not a bad bitch in bed. Some other guy is gonna get lucky, instead. That's what I'm saying: make a big deal out of it, and it becomes a big deal. Besides, at the clubs I go to, if I can't find a piece, I just hit the gloryhole. Doesn't matter if I'm standing or sitting - I'm having my fun."
Berri turned back to her glass display, idly remarking "That's something you should take to heart, babe. Don't take stuff so seriously. No matter what it is, it isn't the end of the world. Not even this job is worth the headache. Have fun while you can. Shit happens, life goes on. If you let fear stop you, you get nowhere." Kimmy's brow gently furrowed. In spite of herself, she found herself considering the idea. Berri spoke with such confidence, it was difficult not to ponder what she had to say. After a few seconds, she resumed wiping down her glass display, idly asking "...So, nightclubs, huh? I've always been too scared, for that."
Berri gave a snarling half-grin, trying not to chuckle. "Oh, yeah," she nonchalantly answered, "that's where I belong. Working this job lets me save up a tidy little nest egg. Whenever I'm off the clock and Bubbly Beverly's alone in here, getting fucked up the ass by Harret on an hourly basis, I'm getting bottle service. Can't complain." "And...Gloryholes?" Kimmy mumbled, raising an eyebrow at her. Slowly, she added "Do you...Usually do the giving, or taking?" "Depends," Berri innocently answered, giving a little shrug. Kimmy looked downwards, raised her eyebrows, and shrugged. "I've never actually sucked a cock, before," she casually admitted. When Berri loudly blurted out "What?!" Kimmy just about jumped a foot high.
She looked over, a little wide-eyed in surprise. Berri was looking at her even more wide-eyed. Her mouth was hanging wide open, and it quickly morphed into a big, predatory grin. Lowering her voice, she demanded "You have got to be kidding me. You're not a fucking virgin, are you?"
"U-Uh, well-"
"Jesus Christ, Kimmy! If there wasn't a rule about fraternization, I'd ask you to suck me off, right here and now!"
Kimmy's face started to flush. She opened her mouth and squeaked a wordless whimper. A momentary silence passed between them before, without warning, heels began to click into the gallery. Beverly's voice, as bright and cheery as ever, lightly echoed through the big, open chamber. "Girls! Booster shots!" As soon as she had rounded the corner, Berri was giving Beverly the same astonished look she had given Kimmy, blurting out "For fuck's sake, Beverly, Kimmy's never sucked dick, before!" Kimmy's face went as red as a cherry. She threw up a hand, swung her arm down, and snapped "Don't fucking tell her that, oh my gosh, Berri! What the hell!"
Beverly gave a gentle chuckle, watching the way Kimmy just turned her back to her, trying to keep the Head Maid from seeing her face get so red. Somewhat dismissively, Beverly murmured "It doesn't surprise me. Not cool, Berri. Anyway, moving right along before anyone gets any more embarrassed, it's time for your booster shots, girls. Who's first?" "Gotta be Kimmy," Berri remarked, grinning. Kimmy covered her face with her hands, slowly drew in a deep breath, and sighed it back out. "Not cool" was an understatement. How humiliating. In a team with a bunch of girls who apparently have five times as much self-confidence as her, being the one virgin in the bunch was fucking deflating.
Dropping her hands from her pink face, she turned around, remarking "Alright, fine, what's..." She trailed off. Her eyes widened at the contraption Beverly was holding her hands, which she proudly held out towards Kimmy, a big, beaming smile on her face. The taller woman raised her eyebrows and cooed "Booster shot! Lots of protein and vitamins to keep a girl on her feet during a hard day's manual labour. Better than coffee! Just gotta suck it out, babe!" Kimmy's throat visibly twitched as she swallowed. She slowly raised a hand, stuck out a finger, and pointed it at the...Dispenser of said booster shots. Flatly, she asked "What the heck is that?"
Beverly glanced down, her smile turning into a giant grin. In both hands, she held a sleek plastic cube, perhaps a little bigger than a Rubik's cube. That much wasn't intriguing. What made the whole thing so much more bizarre was the big, wiggly dildo attached to the top of the cube, partially transparent like jelly and coloured a lime green. The dildo had a pair of surprisingly realistic testicles attached, with two egg-shaped objects floating inside a loose, fleshy pouch, hanging heavy as it swayed in front of the cube. On top of it all, the dildo had a clear tube acting for the urethra, a narrow passage that ran clear through the faux-cock all the way down to the base, where the entire package connected to the cube.
Beverly gave a giggle, shrugged her shoulders up, and cooed "Isn't it awesome? I only get to pull it out on Oral Day!" "Yeah, it's just peachy," Berri dryly remarked, pulling a bit of a bored face. Beverly's eyes went half-closed as she arched an eyebrow, looked over at Berri, and smiled from ear to ear. Her lips barely moving, she mumbled "You wanna go first?" Berri grinned, remarking "Nah. Kimmy's got the first round. Right, Kimmy?" Kimmy tried not to let on that her stomach was tingling, yet again. She grimaced a little, face flushing pink as she mumbled "...Oral Training Day, huh? What's next?" With a big, bright smile, Beverly said "Oh, tomorrow's Hormone Training Day, nothing too crazy. I'll do your nails during lunch, hon."
Berri grinned and chimed in "Focus on the now. You've got a cock waiting to be sucked." Kimmy's face went back from pink to red. She wrung her hands and glanced at Berri, then mumbled "...Are you just gonna stand there and watch?" Beverly answered for her by raising her eyebrows high, giving Kimmy a friendly smile as she cooed "Babe, what did I tell you? In a couple hours, we're gonna be taking a shower, together. We're all gonna see you naked, and every day, we're gonna be getting a little nasty, around each other. What's a little cocksucking between maids? This is just like the lollipops, at lunch. Only, well, bigger. And, you better not bite it."
Beverly gave a little shrug and a giggle, at that. Kimmy's anxiety was palpable. Not only did she keep wringing her hands, but her knees were turning inwards, turning her heels outwards like some clumsy schoolgirl. She nibbled on her bottom lip, but when Beverly held the device out closer to her, she just swallowed and braced herself. She reached out and held Beverly's wrists, easing the cube into a better position, lowering it a touch more, angling it towards herself. Her eyes crossed as she focused on the tip, pointing accusingly into her face. She blinked a couple times in rapid succession, then opened her mouth, leaned her head in, and promptly closed her lips down, just past the tip.
She raised her eyebrows and looked up at Beverly, as best she could. Partially speaking into the dildo, she mumbled "Hohkay. Haih reahy hor hai hot." Berri just clicked her tongue and shook her head. Beverly just puckered her lips for a moment, then murmured "Nuh-uh, Kimmy, that's not good enough. No man's gonna cum in your little mouth just by putting in the tip. No, you've gotta suck it out of him! So, c'mon. Suck-suck-suck! Slurp it, just like you'd slurp your boyfriend. Then you can get the booster shot!" Kimmy raised an eyebrow, a little. Easing her head back until the toy was slipping from her lips, she softly protested "But, I've never even had a boyfriend, before!"
"Aww, that's alright," Beverly cooed, giving the shorter maid a rueful smile. "You'll get one, one day. And, when you do, you'll get to suck his cock every day! This is just practice until then, right? So, just do your best. When I figure you've done well enough, you'll get your shot. Then, you can watch Berri do it. Sound good?" Kimmy gave a reluctant little nod of understanding. She shifted her hands from the Head Maid's wrists, wrapping one around the base of the dildo, gently pushing the other against the dildo's balls, cradling them in her palm. She closed her eyes as she leaned her head back in, easing her mouth over the toy until she could slide in a couple more inches than before, filling half of her mouth with the fake member.
Beverly gave a little giggle, then purred as Kimmy rocked her head back and forth, licking away at the dildo as best she could, getting it as thoroughly coated in her saliva as possible to aid her lips in slipping to and fro. Kimmy's face went red, all over again, at the noises Beverly made. When her bikini started to feel a bit tighter than usual, well, the explanation was fairly self-evident. The dildo didn't taste like what she imagined a real cock would taste like, but she had to admit, the texture of the substance it was made from sure did feel authentic. Her pigtails bobbed on either side of her face as she stood there and suckled away, rocking her head deeper and deeper until the dildo was nearing the back of her mouth.
Beverly gave a little trill, then murmured "Look at you, getting into it! Ooh, your boyfriend loves it, Kimmy. He's leaning back, breathing hard, watching you go down on him, trying not to groan...Ohh, he loves a little girl like you, fluffing him! You're doing such a good job, it's not gonna be long before he's popping!" Kimmy's face went as red as a tomato. She slowed down her slurping, looking up at Beverly, silently pleading with her eyes for the situation to not be made any more embarrassing than it already was. She didn't need raunchy dirty talk making her bikini feeling any more constricting.
Beverly leaned in a little, lowering her voice to a purr as she said "You just gotta moan for him, and he'll be spewing right in your mouth, firing a big, sticky load for you to swallow. You think you can do that for him, Kimmy? Show him how much you love sucking his big, fat prick." Kimmy's forehead started to shine. She gave a faint moan against the end of the dildo, closing her eyes out of sheer embarrassment. If she creamed Beverly's bikini, she'd never forgive herself. All of a sudden, something warm squirted against the end of Kimmy's mouth, and she slowed down her rocking. She couldn't help but give a legitimate moan, in spite of the giggle Beverly gave. The fruity fluid filled her mouth in a few brief spurts, tapering off once she had a small mouthful.
Kimmy sealed her lips around that toy and slid her head back, leaving it wobbling and glistening with her saliva. She pressed her lips tight together and gave a swallow, then found herself smiling and giving an exhilarated giggle of her own. Looking Beverly in the eyes, she remarked "Why'd you throw out the dirty talk? Good God, I only just got over the stuff at lunch!" Beverly gave a wink and said "No time to unwind, when you're on the clock. Horniness is a good motivator, if you work it just right." The tall blonde raised an eyebrow, looked at Berri, and shifted the dildo over in her direction so fast that it went wiggling, again. Kimmy's eyes dropped between them and widened. With a big smile, Beverly remarked "You're up, Berri. Don't disappoint me, now." Berri gave a scornful smile. "Bite me, Beverly," she snipped.
Beverly gave a smug smile. "No fraternization," she retorted. Berri momentarily narrowed her eyes before she licked her lips, grabbed the dildo, and dunked her head in. Kimmy had to tug at the collar of her uniform, she was getting so steamed up. Both of them were already hard as steel all over again, leaving their sizeable manhoods tenting up their uniforms. Kimmy's eyes thoroughly glazed over as she watched Berri, eyes closed, slide her mouth down to the same spot she, herself, had reached, then blow past her record. With a faint "Gulk!" noise, Berri violated her own throat on the toy, her brow furrowing in a mixture of concentration and discomfort.
Seeing the punky maid willingly deepthroating a big cock, all while her own big cock was sticking up like a doorstopper, had Kimmy biting her lip, sweating, and helplessly grabbing her crotch, over her uniform. God, don't let her faint - not now, not until she could see the cumshot! Beverly watched Berri with a smug smile, eyes half-closed, protruding cock twitching as Berri eased her head back and forth, repeatedly throating the toy. Kimmy stared transfixed as, without warning, Beverly pressed a tiny button on the side of the cube, paused, then hit it multiple more times in rapid succession. Each time she hit the button, a spurt of "cum" fired up the dildo's urethra.
Berri's brow immediately furrowed deep. A second later, she gagged, her body tensed, and a milky white fluid trickled from her nostrils. Kimmy couldn't even react. Beverly just puckered her lips and, in an exaggerated girlish coo, mumbled "Oops! Premature ejaculation. Well, can you blame him, throating him like that? You should've given him more time to simmer!" Berri pulled her head back, coughed, and stumbled back a step, swallowing what little "semen" had gotten in her mouth before wiping at her lips and nose with the back of a hand. Although she was glaring, she, too, was smiling. She lightly chuckled as she muttered "Oh hoh, you little bimbo bitch, your ass is mine, on Thursday."
Beverly gave a big, chipper smile, remarking back "What goes around, comes around. I found Hitomi's DS in your bedside table." She leaned in towards Berri, winked, and uttered "By the way...Master Harret says you're next. Run along and see him, would you?" Berri's smile withered, but her glare also subsided just as rapidly. She gently cleared her throat, put on a more amicable face, and playfully remarked "Aw, you know I'm just joking with that stuff! I was only borrowing it, I always put stuff back-" "Now, Berri," Beverly interrupted, raising her eyebrows. Berri promptly dropped her act and gave an irritable little sigh. She looked over at the red-faced, stunned silent Kimmy, glassy-eyed and slack-jawed with lust.
Kimmy tried to snap out of her stupor as Berri remarked "Sorry, Kimmy. Looks like this job might be all you, for now. Harret might keep me busy straight 'til dinner time. Uh...I'll make it up to you, alright?" Kimmy gave a rapid nod, swinging her hand off of her crotch before she looked like any more of a horny little voyeur. Berri dropped her rag to the floor, leaving it by her bottle of Windex before somewhat slowly leaving the gallery, evidently intending on taking her sweet time to face whatever punishment she was in store for. Beverly gave Kimmy a smile, a pat on the shoulder, and a friendly "Good job" before she, too, was leaving. Kimmy deflated with a little sigh once they were both gone. Good God, she had come within inches of busting a nut inside her bikini. Fucking hell, what could happen next?
Alone, Kimmy did her best to clean all of the galleries, but the job just felt so overwhelming, she didn't know how anyone could be expected to do the whole thing, all on their own. As time wore on, she became more and more concerned with failing to finish before dinner was served. Even with the energy booster filling her with pep like a shot of caffeine, she just didn't think she could work fast enough and still get everything done properly. Eventually, she recalled Berri's advice. Should she really stress herself, over this? Was it really necessary? She could afford to keep calm, couldn't she? Don't take it so seriously. Relax, it's not the end of the world. She can get this done. She'd have the time, if she didn't stress on getting it perfect.
With that in mind, Kimmy paid less attention to detail and getting the cleaning job done right, and focused more on just getting it done quick, allowing the work to progress much more rapidly. By the time Berri returned, Kimmy had already finished the job a couple minutes prior. Berri didn't bother checking her work. Instead, she just smiled, grabbed her abandoned Windex and rag, and motioned for Kimmy to follow. "Dinner time," she chirped, smiling warmly. Kimmy gave a chipper smile and followed after her, breathing a sigh of relief. Thank God. Even if she had started to get a little bit sloppy with her work, it had still been tough physical labour. She wasn't used to staying up on her feet for...How many hours had it been, now? The confusion, alone, meant too long.
She and Berri dropped off their cleaning supplies, washed their hands together, and made their way back to the canteen, where Kimmy was pleased to find herself served a rather ordinary meal. There was salad, some pizza slices, another packet of supplements, and even a chocolate-covered cherry for dessert. Of course, the packets caused another palpable wave of tension to wash across the table as each of the maids were put into heat like a bunch of bitches at a dog show, but Kimmy silently endured the rampant horniness surrounding her until the meal was finished. Once everyone was done, Beverly stood up from the table and, with a great, big smile on her face, announced "Shower time, ladies. Let's go."
Kimmy started sweating bullets. It didn't help matters that the rest of the maids seemed to get pretty excited at the idea, smiling and chatting excitedly, having a giggle. Evidently, after-dinner shower was more or less the end of the work day, because the other girls abruptly became quite a bit more lax in their behaviour. As Kimmy stood up from the table, Shelly slipped off her heels with a tired sigh, gave a yawn, and only slowly shuffled her way towards the canteen exit. Hitomi put her arm around Clara's shoulders and asked her how her day went. Aisha softly asked Courtney if she could use some of her perfume the following morning, to which Courtney pleasantly agreed. Berri gave a stretch and groaned, running her hands through her hair...And all the while, each and every one of them was hard as a rock, and none of them even seemed to care.
Kimmy had to tug at her uniform, again, as that fresh aphrodisiac heat in her skin practically steamed up her clothing. She hurried outside the canteen, then caught Berri alone and pulled her aside, getting her far enough away from the rest to be out of earshot. Looking her straight in the eyes, Kimmy blurted out, in a whisper of course, "I don't know if I can do this, Berri." The punky maid just gave her an entertained smile. Glancing off to the side, looking at the other maids on their way to the bathroom, she asked "What? What's wrong? Did Beverly spook you about the cock pump? Don't worry, it won't tear your cock off. It'll just stretch you, a little. The pills make your dick grow, anyway."
"It's not that," Kimmy urgently murmured. "It's the shower. I don't know if I can get naked in front of a bunch of strangers, I just...I don't know if I can just...Do that." Kimmy's head abruptly recoiled backwards. She narrowed her eyes and, somewhat loudly, blurted out "...Wait, what, did you just say that the pills would make my dick grow?" Berri grinned and raised her eyebrows. "Yeah, you didn't know?" She teased, holding a hip, cocking it out. She lightly raised her eyebrows, shrugged, and remarked "I wouldn't recommend trying to buy some "penis enchancement pills" from junk email, but Harret's in pharmaceuticals. I don't know how he did it, but he did it. The pills do a bunch of things, but the two definite ones are help with a bigger, thicker dick, and a bigger, fuller sack. Pretty sure they up your cumshots, too."
Kimmy just stared at her, utterly blankly, her mouth ajar just a crack. Berri grinned from ear to ear, clearly quite amused that she was the first to inform Kimmy of the true nature of those pills she had so readily been gobbling up. "That's why you might feel a little tight down there," Berri remarked, swishing her hand out at Kimmy's skirt, making her gasp and flinch. "As far as I know, everyone reacts to the pills a little differently, but I grew an extra inch. My balls are bigger, so my sack's fuller. Only problem is, I get this fucking tense feeling in my taint sometimes, you know? It's like, I need to cum all the fucking time, otherwise my tubes get tight and sore. It's weird. Maybe that's the drawback to having a prostate making semen in maximum overdrive. Anyway, you'll do fine. Hey, you'll get a bigger cock out of this job, and if you don't like it, well, it's, uh...Semi-permanent."
Kimmy just gave a blink, shook her head, and bluntly declared "...Okay, well, I think I'm going to ignore everything you just said, because teasing me like this when I'm actually worried isn't nice." Berri chuckled and mentioned asking Beverly, but Kimmy just blurted out "Berri, I don't think I can get naked in front of everyone because my..." Her expression turned uncomfortable as she glanced off to the side, making sure nobody was listening. Arching her eyebrows, she looked back over and, in a pathetic whine, admitted "...My cock's pretty small, compared to everyone else!" Berri just gave a blink. She stared, for a few seconds. Then, she started laughing.
It felt like a punch to the gut, but before Kimmy could get upset, Berri was putting her arm around her shoulders, guiding her towards the showers. "Puh-leeze, baby," she teased, grinning. "You know how big Shelly was, when she first came in? Four inches. Now she's eight. I'm told that good ol' Bubbly Beverly was only six, and now she's nine. Hitomi was five, and now she's seven and a half. Nobody here was a giant when they first came in." Berri gave a little shrug, then mumbled "Well...Except for Clara. She was already ten inches. All the pills really did was make her balls plumper and ramp up her sex drive. So, no worries, babe. How big are ya?" Kimmy's face went red like a cherry. She leaned in and whispered the answer. Berri donkeyed out a laugh, but was quick to stifle it when Kimmy hung her head down.
With a pat to the ass, she said "Hey, cock size isn't everything, honey. You've still got ass size, and that fucking thing could swallow a hand. Don't worry, none of us are gonna judge you. Get a little naked with us, it'll be fun! C'mooon, cheer up! I wasn't trying to embarrass you, don't go so red! C'mon, don't be like that, don't give me the silent treatment. You're gonna make me feel bad. Don't worry about a thing, babe. You're one of us, now, and we're all friends, here. Just, trust me, okay? Don't worry about it. You know what's gonna happen when you go in there? Nobody's even going to notice. Nobody's even going to look at you or care. You'll be fine, sweetheart. Okay?" Kimmy gave her a self-conscious look, then nodded. Berri grinned at her, then ushered her into the bathroom.
Kimmy's eyes went so wide, they could've popped out of her head. Oh, fuck. All of the other maids were already stripping stark naked, right out in the open. Berri let go of her and walked deeper into the changing room portion of the bathroom, already pulling off her uniform top. Kimmy's nostrils flared as she helplessly began panting. The girls all had their tits out, their hard-ons swinging around, their asses jiggling and quaking like jelly, but most noticeably of all, they each had big, excited grins on their faces as they innocently chatted away, as if absolutely nothing were amiss. Hadn't that become an ordinary response.
Sweat ran down Kimmy's face. That tingle in her stomach was fluttering a mile a minute. Her crotch felt so tense, it could've popped. Beverly turned and looked at Kimmy with a smile, her great, big bust a-jiggle, her great, big cock a-swinging. Her big, pink areolae looked so kissable, and her cherry-sized nipples were hard as diamonds, sticking out like fleshy little pebbles.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Kimmy almost dropped to her knees as a woozy spell hit her. Her mouth hung open as Beverly strode over towards her, shaking in all the right places, her full, heavy undercarriage shifting against her thighs with every step. In a warm coo, she said "There you are. Got lost on your way here? Time for a quick shower before bedtime, hon, but before that, something I forgot to mention." Kimmy locked up like a deer in headlights when the stacked blonde reached out, took her by the shoulders, and leaned in, pressing a tender smooch to her forehead.
Leaning back, Beverly smiled, patted Kimmy's shoulders, and resolutely said "I'm proud of you. First day, and not a peep of complaint out of you. You handled everything like a champ. You're really doing me proud, Kimmy. I'm sure it couldn't have been easy, going from that kind of life to this one." Kimmy stared for a couple seconds, but her lips eventually began to quiver into a big, bright smile. Her eyes glistened as she squeaked a thank you. That had been just what she had needed to hear, right then and there. Beverly smiled more and touched the side of her head for a moment, intentionally sending one of her pigtails swinging as she let go and stepped away.
Kimmy looked down at herself. Slowly, she raised her hands and began to pull off piece after piece of her uniform. Beverly walked deeper into the bathroom, raising her voice to catch everyone's attention. "Alrighty, girls. You all already know that this is the last part of Oral Day, but we have a new girl with us, now, so let's go over it. Today, we all reacquainted ourselves with what it's like to suck some cock-"
"Some of us more than others," Berri quipped, out of the corner of her mouth.
Beverly smiled, snapped her fingers, and pointed a finger straight at Berri. Raising her eyebrows, she retorted "And some of us got in Anal Day a little early, but moving right along."
Berri's face went a little red as Clara grinned wickedly and elbowed her. Beverly continued, raising an eyebrow high. "And now, we get to the last little bit of fun before we all turn in: we all got in some training on mouthing a man, but we have cocks, too, don't we? We like the feeling of a warm, wet mouth on our pricks, don't we? And, what better way to practice giving head than to experience what it's like getting it, right? After all, we need to get a good blowjob to know how to give a good one, right? So, with that in mind...Line up and keep 'em hard, ladies. The Auto-Blow is hungry."
Kimmy's eyes glazed. Oh, God. An Auto-Blow? Was that what she thought it was? Aisha gave a quaking exhale at just the mention, while Courtney, in that posh, snooty accent of her's, remarked "Wonderful speech, my dear, but if we could get on with it, that'd be lovely. I'm quite exhausted." "Yeah," Shelly chimed in, visibly fighting the urge to just grab her prick, right then and there. Kimmy was kicking off her heels as Beverly led everyone around a corner in the sizeable bathroom, exposing the machine in question. She had to admit, it wasn't a particularly impressive device. When she had heard "Auto-Blow," she had expected something...Well, more grand and less clinical.
The device was bolted to the floor by an adjustable metal stem. The Auto-Blow device, itself, was a smooth, pale gray block set over the stem, a little bigger than a toaster and with rounded edges to give it a less intimidating appearance. It had handles over either side, and right at the front, set in between two cushions for the user's humping comfort, there was a pink, circular opening, snug like a sphincter. Shelly made for the Auto-Blow, but Berri was quick to jump in front of her, practically racing up to the device. With a big grin, she declared "Fuck you, Kangaroo Jack, I'm first!"
Shelly promptly came right up behind Berri, raised an arm up, and swatted down a spank so harsh, an audible whap echoed throughout the bathroom, sending a quick ripple across Berri's thick ass. The punky girl tensed up, nearly collapsing right into the Auto-Blow, howling out a "God fuckin' damn it, oww, what the fuck!!" The muscular Aussie smiled triumphantly, playfully remarking "Call me a 'roo again, and I'll break you like Ivan fuckin' Drago." A few snickers arose amongst the other maids as Beverly walked over beside the Auto-Blow, clicking her tongue chastisingly.
Berri raised an eyebrow, looked over her shoulder, and only quietly remarked "Fuckin' roid rage, Jesus. Take a joke, mate." "Now girls, let's all get along," Beverly cooed, raising her hand to a small control panel on the side of the machine. With a quick couple flicks of her wrist, she activated the device, began the lubricant stores, and turned on the heaters, priming the device for usage. Kimmy swallowed some excess saliva, watching dimly as all of the maids got in a line. She shuffled her way to the back of the line, leaning over to watch the fun commence. Berri grabbed the handles to the Auto-Blow and adjusted it to her height, then lined herself up and eased on in with a shudder.
She tensed up, just for a moment, as she bottomed out, and as a rhythmic "shuck-shuck-shuck" began to emanate from the device, she gave a great, shuddering exhale, hanging her head back. Kimmy couldn't bear it, anymore. She grabbed her cock and quietly began masturbating, right behind Aisha. She watched Berri space her feet a little further apart, her cushiony ass momentarily flexing as the device gave a particularly hard suck. The girl gave a tense moan, which only made Beverly, still standing beside the Auto-Blow, smile and arch an eyebrow. Playfully, she cooed "I'd better get the ruler. Try not to cum before I get back, Berri." "F-Fuck you, bimbo," Berri blurted out, much to Clara's snickering amusement.
Kimmy was quick to unhand her cock as Beverly walked over, stiff prick bobbing around in the air, bare feet patting against the tiled floor. She gave an innocent smile at the Head Maid, who smiled back, evidently none the wiser. She watched the Aryan beauty cross the bathroom and, much to Kimmy's frowning confusion, vacate the premises, entirely. When she returned a minute later, measuring stick in hand, Berri had already descended into panting, and right as Beverly came up to the side of the Auto-Blow, Berri was giving a high, feminine moan, hanging her head down as her body descended into quaking. Beverly hit a switch on the Auto-Blow, causing the sucking sound to subside. With a smile, she said "Okay, then. Time for a harder session, Berri."
Kimmy watched, fascinated, as Beverly hit a second switch on the device. This time, the device made harsher, faster sounds, filling the bathroom with an intense "shooka-shooka-shooka" chorus of slurps. Berri immediately flinched, her lap humping hard into the Auto-Blow's face. She gave a harsh whine, which evolved into a long, low groan of satisfaction. Beverly let Berri endure the intense sucking for a few seconds more before flipping the switch again, killing the machine. With a cute smile and a titter, Beverly remarked "Let's measure you, shall we?" Berri shivered as she slowly stepped back from the machine, sliding herself back out, separating her red, syrupy dipstick from the fuck-hole.
Beverly stepped close to her, bringing the measuring stick down between them. They both looked downwards. With a big smile, Beverly announced "Eight point two inches, same as usual." Berri turned and walked away, face red and smiling, lingering hard-on swinging around as she made for the showers. Slowly, the line grew shorter. Hitomi was after Berri. After she had whimpered through her orgasm and endured some harsh cock-pumping, she, too, made for the showers. Shelly leaned over the device as it got her off, grunting as she poured her load into the oh-so-welcoming machine. Clara and Courtney both liked to give a lot of girly moans during the act, while Aisha was largely silent but for the occasional subdued shudder. Finally, it was Kimmy's turn.
Kimmy, who had never even gotten sucked off before, was about to get her first blowjob from a literal fuck-toy. Was this pathetic, or liberating?
She didn't even care. Not at this point, not when she was so fucking horny that her teeth were practically swimming in backed-up semen. Beverly gave her a warm smile as the last person in line finally came up to take their turn. She flicked on the machine, winked, and warmly said "Okay, Kimmy. Don't be nervous, it won't hurt you. Trust it like you'd trust me." Kimmy gave her a nervous look, mumbling "...How much pressure is there?" Beverly gave her a patient smile. She walked over behind Kimmy, coming so close that her cock pressed up between them, her hands coming over to hold the shorter girly-boy by the hips. Kimmy nearly whimpered when she felt Beverly's nipples brush across her shoulders, lightly running across her like pebbles.
A soft, reassuring coo came by Kimmy's ear. "Same pressure you'd get from a really excited cocksucker. Don't worry, I'm here for you. Just try to have fun. C'mon, go ahead, slip it right in." Kimmy blushed like a virgin - little wonder why - as her eyes dropped to that wet, mushy, lube-leaking hole waiting right in front of her, already pre-fucked by six other maids. Beverly gave a little giggle, then matter-of-factly stated "C'mon, hon. You think I don't know how pent-up you must be? We work hard all day long, we work horny all day long, and..." She reached a hand over, gently cupping Kimmy's tense beanbag, tight under her cock. Kimmy drew in a silent gasp at the contact. "...After a hard day's work, you've gotta drain the boys, right? So, just slide on in. Here..."
Beverly gently placed her hands over Kimmy's, taking them inside her's. She guided her over to hold the handlebars of the Auto-Blow, then pushed her hips forwards with her own, guiding Kimmy's throbbing prick towards the eagerly sucking hole in the device. Kimmy just bit her lip and watched, whimpering anxiously. Her tip touched the circle of pink material. It was soft. Warm. The lube almost tingled, a little. So far, so good. She eased in deeper, and the suction instantly pulled at her, tugging at her cock. With a yelp, Kimmy slammed her hips in all the way, gritting her teeth as she humped right into the thing. Her eyes went wide as her body fell into shivers, sweat droplets running down her body. Oh, God. Finally. Sweet relief after so much build-up!
She whimpered unapologetically, squeaking like a slut as she mindlessly tried pumping her hips, trying to fuck the device. It was so silky inside, so hot and wet, but above all else, it was tight. It had a large, flat lump on the bottom side, shaped like a tongue with precisely that unique texture, that slid back and forth across the underside of her prick, gently wiggling like a snaking mouth-muscle. The internal piston had a soft, supple ring at the end that passed back and forth across her cock like a woman's puffy lips, mercilessly blowing like a cum-hungry succubus, rhythmically sucking away at her loins with hard inhales that seemed to tug her deeper in. Beverly eased a hand up to Kimmy's belly, expanding and contracting with each harsh breath. "No, stay still," she softly urged. "Just let it do it's job. Don't try to fuck it - just let it suck you off, hon."
Kimmy shuddered, but didn't make a sound. She humped back into the Auto-Blow, then went still, enduring the blowjob as best she could. It was over embarrassingly quickly. Kimmy couldn't last much longer than a minute before she was tensing up, her eyes screwed shut as her mouth hung open wide. Even as she fed the Auto-Blow what it so desperately craved, even as she erupted what felt like the biggest load of cum she had ever shot in her life, it never stopped sucking, never stopped stimulating her. Kimmy quickly gave urgent whimpers, hissing "Shut it off! I'm done!"
Beverly quickly reached over and hit a switch. Instantly, the sucking motion came to a stop, the lips inside the machine sliding in all the way to wrap around Kimmy's base. The girly-boy gave a great sigh, wearily deflating. She couldn't help smiling. Fuck, she had needed that. How the hell did these girls do this, every day? Maybe this wasn't the cushy job she had anticipated it would be. Cleaning a mansion this big was one thing, but doing it pent-up, like that? Shit, these girls earned their paycheck. Beverly gave a giggle. "Ooh, I can tell you enjoyed that," she slowly teased. "Ready for the proper pumping part? We all do some cock-pumping to get our bits bigger. Master Harret likes it when his maids are at their peak potential, hee hee!"
Kimmy could only groan. Beverly hit a second switch, and instantly, Kimmy went wide-eyed, grimacing. The lips inside the machine didn't move now, and instead, a second piston rocked back and forth, while the internal suction ramped up higher and higher in puffing yanks. Kimmy gave a harsh grunt and clapped her hands down over the top of the machine, trying not to cry out in shock. At first, her cock felt tingly and tense, but it quickly numbed, then felt stiffer than she could ever remember it getting. The more blood that pumped into it, the harder it got, the hotter it became, the needier it ached, and eventually, the deeper she was drawn into that wonderful machine's sucking embrace. Sadly, just like her complementary blowjob, the stretching session was over all too quickly. Barely fifteen seconds had passed before Beverly was hitting the switch, killing the Auto-Blow.
Beverly drew in a breath, sighing it back out in a tender exhale. She stepped away from Kimmy and nonchalantly announced "Alright, you're done. Fun, right? Slip it out, hon. Let's see if you've done any growing." Kimmy tried to get her breathing under control. She wiped the sweat out of her eyes as she took a step back, wincing as her sensitive cock slipped from the device. She turned towards Beverly, who stepped in close with her ruler. When they looked down, Kimmy couldn't help staring. Hell, it was her cock, and she could already see a marked difference. She had never seen her cock so fat, so red, so veiny. She didn't look all that much bigger, but damn it, she was bigger. That naughty little machine had sucked at her so hard, there was a red ring around the base of her cock!
Beverly brought the ruler down and lined it up. Kimmy could barely believe what she saw. The Head Maid hummed with a smile, cooing "Four inches. See? You're already getting bigger, and it's only been one day. Good for you, sweetie. Let's hope you get a few more under your belt, eh?" "Y-Yeah, heh heh," Kimmy breathlessly agreed, smiling from ear to ear. She looked up at the busty blonde, who smiled and nodded her off to the side. "Go ahead and take a shower, hon," she urged. "I've gotta take my turn, now. I might be a bit," she remarked, winking and grinning. Kimmy gave a big, weary smile, tiredly asking "How do you do this, every day? I don't know if I can do this, all week long. I'm exhausted. I was ready to burst, all afternoon."
Beverly smiled widely and gently encouraged her, insisting "Aww, hang in there hon, it's only been one day! Give it some more time, you'll get used to it!" She reached out and took Kimmy in her arms, pressing her body against her in a tender hug. Kimmy nearly convulsed, giving a shuddering sigh. The feeling of Beverly's warm, naked body pressing up against her own hot, sweating form? The feeling of Beverly's soft bust and throbbing prick unabashedly pushing against her? Kimmy nearly collapsed into a shivering mess at the heavenly sensation. Fuck, she could just sink into the tall woman's embrace and stay there, forever...
As Beverly released her, she frankly cooed "I know it can be tough at first, but you eventually get comfortable with waiting for it. It's all endurance. Think of it like exercise! Eventually, what used to be tough becomes no big deal." She grinned, leaned in a little, and murmured "And eventually, you start to like feeling horny, all the time. You learn how to stay horny and not let it stop you from working. And when you finally get that pop?...Nothing better. Speaking of which..." Kimmy's face went red at the dirty talk, but Beverly's confidence rubbed off on Kimmy, putting a smile on her face. Nervous adrenaline flooded her at the idea, but nonetheless, when Beverly turned to get her own blowjob from the machine, Kimmy gave her a firm patting to the derriere, making the blonde's big cheeks give a jiggle.
"Don't take too long," she somewhat breathlessly teased. Beverly turned the machine on. Looking over her shoulder, she winked and blew a kiss. Kimmy smiled more, then gave a smart turn on a heel and practically skipped over to the showers. Fuck, had she really just flirted with Beverly? She had a chance to catch her breath, under the hot stream. Despite her reservations about the matter, a public shower really wasn't all that bad. Nothing untoward happened, and Aisha even shared her shampoo and conditioner, with Kimmy. In the end, Kimmy was guided over by Berri to where the towels were kept, and each of the t-girls dried themselves off, collected their discarded clothing and, as naked as the days they had been born, walked off through the halls together, making for their dorm.
Inside, Kimmy jumped into her bed, smiling to herself. Maybe this wasn't so bad, after all. Maybe Beverly had a point. It was kind of like exercise, wasn't it? Tough in the moment, but gratifying, too, and satisfying in the aftermath. Her cock still felt swollen, and her balls were even a little tender. She must've blown one hell of a load into that Auto-Blow...Or, Berri hadn't been joking about the growth aspect of the supplements. Hadn't Beverly hinted at something along those lines, during her post-interview makeover? Oh, well. Kimmy wouldn't let it bother her. Joke or no joke, growth or no growth, all of the other girls were doing it. It must've been perfectly safe. Why not do it, too? It was just some supplements, right? Some aphrodisiacs and vitamins were perfectly fine.
Kimmy observed all of the other girls as they came in. Their hard-ons had largely subsided, so hopefully, Kimmy wasn't the only one who had gotten off hard with the Auto-Blow. When Hitomi walked in and found her handheld game console sitting on her pillow, she beamed, then shot Berri a cold look. Berri just gave an innocent grin, which made Kimmy chuckle. Shelly had a laugh by sweeping Aisha up in her arms, then dropping her down in her bed. Clara was sitting near the head of her bed, texting on a cell phone. Courtney was sitting on the edge of her bed and reading a book, while Beverly needed close to twenty minutes to return from the showers. When she did, earpiece missing and towel rubbing through her hair, she shut the dorm door with her foot, calling out "Alright, ladies. Change of plans."
Everyone looked over. Beverly sighed, tossed her towel to her bed, and raised her eyebrows. She didn't particularly look like her enthusiastic self, Kimmy noted. Matter-of-factly, Beverly declared "No jerk-off break, tonight." Kimmy raised her eyebrows. Berri immediately groaned, and Clara remarked "What? Why not?" Courtney leaned her book to the side, flatly stating "Changes in routine are never a good idea, darling, especially when it's the good part." Beverly put her hands to her hips, tilted her head to the side, and shifted her weight to one foot. She gave a clipped sigh, then said "Well, while I was getting my suck on with the Auto-Blow, master Harret rang me and said that the art galleries on the second floor had been cleaned terribly. Apparently, they have streaks and residue all over them."
Kimmy's face went dead. Berri immediately, albeit subtly, looked over at her. Shelly glanced around, somewhat curtly demanding "Well, who was on gallery duty, today? Just make her sit out jerk-off time. Or, hell, let everyone bust their nut on her." Kimmy watched Beverly's eyes as they shifted over towards her. There must've been pretty clear remorse on Kimmy's face, because Beverly didn't expose her, and neither did Berri, for that matter. Instead, Beverly compassionately asserted "Nooo, we're not singling anybody out and giving them a hard time. C'mon, girls. That's mean. I'm sure that whoever did it, won't do it again. I'm sure it was just a one-time thing. I'm sure it was only a mistake, so, no reason to make them feel bad."
Beverly walked over towards Kimmy's bed, continuing her train of thought. "I'm gonna head up and clean the galleries, myself. I expect all of you to keep your spunk inside your balls until I get back. We all had a trip to the Auto-Blow, so we should all be ready to sleep, anyway. Is that clear, ladies?" Groans of agreement filled the room. Kimmy just watched, anxious, as Beverly came up to her bed. The Head Maid gave her a bright smile, waited a moment, then cooed "...Well? My bikini?" Kimmy gave a start, then leaned over and pulled up the underwear from the floor, holding it out for Beverly to take. With a sigh, Beverly slipped it on, right then and there, and spent a few moments adjusting the fit around her front and back. Then, she was making for the dorm door, evidently content to go topless.
On her way out, she hit the lights, then cooed a bubbly "Night-night, ladies!" Kimmy half expected one of the other maids to perform an impromptu interrogation once the door had shut behind Beverly. Instead, everyone just quietly tucked themselves in, for the night. Kimmy dropped back into her bed with a heavy sigh, pulling her sheets up to her chin. Shit. She had fucked up. Having her boss cover for her to her boss wasn't exactly how she had expected the day to turn out. Instead of feeling sorry for herself, however, Kimmy was just frustrated. She had known she was getting sloppy with her work, but she just hadn't wanted to miss dinner.
She hadn't wanted to get in trouble for what she had imagined was a deadline. She should've done the smart thing and taken her time, made sure the job got done right. Dinner could've waited. She had nobody to blame but herself, and now, Beverly, who had been trying to make her feel welcome all day, was now cleaning up her mess. It wasn't exactly a warm, fuzzy feeling. Kimmy gave a little sigh. No more screw-ups. Tomorrow was a clean slate. No whining, no mistakes. She'd handle her work like a, well, man. She rolled over onto her side, closing her eyes.
What had Beverly said tomorrow would be, again? Hormone Training Day? Oh, dear. What would that mean?
~~End of Ch. 2~~
Chapter 3: Monday - Hormone Training
Chapter Text
Kimmy's Maid Training
Part I ‑ "Greenhorn"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: November 18, 2016
When Kimmy woke up, it was less the ideal peaceful drifting, and more an abrupt yanking. There she was, snuggled up in bed, lying on her front with the side of her face nuzzled into a corner of her pillow, a raging case of morning wood pushing into the mattress beneath her, when without warning, all of the closed curtains covering all of the windows in the maid dorm automatically began to withdraw, ripping away the comfortable blanket of darkness via the cruel potato peeler of the sunrise. All that was missing was the bugle, and she'd feel like a jarhead in the barracks.
When the sunlight hit her face, she winced, then drew in a deep, languid breath. She rolled over onto her back, giving a slow sigh as she idly reached a hand down, under the covers. There was no trepidation - she had already forgotten the rule. When she found her target, she gave a faint hum. Her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings as the shape under the bed sheets started bouncing up and down, rather conspicuously sending the fabric flapping. Barely a few seconds had passed before, equally as unannounced as the curtains, somebody's alarm clock started going off, prompting an overly enthusiastic disc jockey to ruin Kimmy's perfectly good private time.
"Aaaand howdy, folks. If you're just tuning in, rise and shine, it's a wonderful Monday morning, here in the big city. Time to get the coffee going, time to throw your miserable carcass into the shower, and most importantly, time to get yourself ready for another day at the grind, am I right? This morning, we here at Jive 88.5 will start you off right and give you an hour of K-Billy's Super Sounds of the Seventies, starting with Rock n' Roll Hoochie Koo. Enjoy!"
As soon as the music started up, Kimmy heard Beverly give a loud yawn, then sleepily call out "Alright, ladies! Mm...Time to get up! Let's go, time for another day!" Kimmy gave a faint sigh. The shape shaking under her covers went still. Groggily, she opened her eyes, only slowly sitting upright. She looked over at the rest of the beds, her eyes shut to slits under the blinding light pouring in through all the windows. A couple of the other girls groaned as Beverly got up and walked on over, patting the ones who were more receptive, shaking the ones who tried to pull the covers over their heads.
Kimmy's bleary eyes uncontrollably locked on the Aryan beauty's crotch. God damn it all, Beverly was hard as a fucking rock that morning, and Kimmy's eyes just couldn't help but follow that red, veiny root as it swayed around with every step the blonde took. She still had too many cobwebs in her head to avoid going hypnotized, and within seconds, Kimmy's jaw was going slack, but she managed to shake her head and snap out of her stupor before drool ran down her chin. When Beverly saw she was already awake, she gave a friendly smile. Holding a hip with one hand, rubbing some of the sleep from her eyes with the other, she cooed "Aww, well, look. One of you is an early bird. Good morning, Kimmy!"
Kimmy just gave a sheepish grin and waved with one hand, self-consciously covering the tent in her bed sheets with the other. Slowly, amidst many groans, yawns, and stretches, the rest of the maids employed at House Venus drew aside their bed sheets, sat up, and swung their legs out. Kimmy could only stare as the other girls got up to their feet, transfixed by the rows of morning wood swinging and bobbing around, each shamelessly jutting out in a vain attempt to coax a stroke session out of their owner. Kimmy eventually hid her ogling by rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Another day in House Venus, another day taking care of Harret's abode...Another day of being surrounded by a bunch of curvy shemales. If this be a dream, let her never wake up.
She followed the example set by the rest of the maids and fixed her bed, smoothing out her pillow cases as best she could before freshly throwing out the sheets, setting them at each of the four corners. Then, without even throwing on some underwear for the basest shred of modesty, Beverly led the maids right out of the dorm, leading the procession over to the bathroom and right back up to the Auto-Blow. At first, Kimmy almost blurted out that she could get used to a blowjob every morning, but she quickly realized that that wasn't quite the intent. Instead, everyone skipped the sucking action and went straight to the pumping, freshly engorging their hard-ons amidst moans and shudders. Beverly didn't even measure them, this time.
Kimmy couldn't help but wait around for Beverly to have her turn, just to sneak a peek at the blonde's blushing, lube-coated cock as it slipped free from the device. Of course, when Beverly noticed her leaning out from behind the corner, Kimmy nearly jumped out of her skin, but Beverly just gave a big, bright smile as she walked over. "Aww, you waiting for me, hon? You don't have to do that," she remarked with a bubbly lilt, a convenient excuse Kimmy was very quick to nod at. Beverly smiled more and guided her into the showers, walking her into the muggy steam turning the air smothering.
As Kimmy made her way across the square-shaped room, covered floor to ceiling in tan tiles, and reached her personal corner, Beverly made for her own, making something of an announcement along the way. "Now, ladies," she started off, turning the knob to her personal shower in the process, "today's Monday, and you all know what that means. But, let's have a refresher for Kimmy. What's Monday?" Kimmy lightly raised her eyebrows, idly looking over her shoulder. Almost in unison, the girls chorused back "Hormone Training Day." "That's right," Beverly answered, tilting her head back to let the stream run across her face. Running her hands through her long, voluminous head of blonde locks, she added "And, can somebody tell me what Hormone Day is all about?"
Berri's voice came up in a sly quip, presumably out of the corner of her mouth. "It means we act like bigger sissies than usual!" Clara gave a short, hard laugh. Kimmy's face went positively scarlet at the uncomfortable choice of word. Her belly filled itself with tingles as she looked over, only slowly running her hands through her hair. She saw Courtney look across the showers at Berri, wearily remarking back "And of course, no morning is complete without a juvenile remark from the young miss Berri." Beverly cut off the potential spat before it even began, quite readily, Kimmy would've added. Evidently, being forced to keep the two apart was a common chore. "Nooo," she slowly lilted. "It means we act extra girly. There's a bit of a difference, Berri."
"Sure, whatever, man," Berri chortled out, the Cheshire grin on her face nearly audible. As Kimmy squirted out some of the complementary shampoo that had been placed on a metal rack by her shower knobs, Beverly continued. "So, this morning, we'll all take the time to doll ourselves up extra cute, and we'll have slightly longer meal breaks than usual to freshen up, if we need to. We'll all get some extra vitamins with our meals, too, for some extra pep. Oh, and, uh, Kimmy? I think master Harret mentioned that he'll want to see you some time today, so I imagine he'll call for you sometime after lunch. Just so you know." Berri, Clara, Shelly, and Hitomi all broke out into a long "Ooooh!"
Kimmy's face went bright red, again. Why was that a big deal? Harret wasn't going to expect the same sort of visit Beverly had given him the day before...Was he? Her stomach fell away. Oh, God. Her chin quivered as her stomach tingled, again. Her ears started burning. He was, wasn't he? Oh, fuck. Beverly chuckled, but patiently said "Stop it, ladies. Leave her alone." Kimmy turned her back to the showerhead as she let it rinse the shampoo out of her hair, looking around at all of the other maids. Most of them were doing like she had been, and faced the wall of their showerhead. As Beverly continued, however, the maids started to turn to face either her or each other, lingering hard-ons running off streams of shower water in the process.
"So," Beverly nonchalantly stated, "the pairings and workloads for today. Courtney, Hitomi, you're on sweeping duty for the second floor. Sheila, Berri, you two are on dusting duty for the third floor. Clara, you're with me for first-floor vacuuming. Aisha, Kimmy, I was thinking you two could clean the bathroom, here, and maybe our dining hall, too." Kimmy didn't think to say anything, but the rest of the maids murmured to the affirmative, looking over at their partners for the day. Kimmy's eyes were drawn to the side when the mocha-skinned Aisha turned her head to look at her past Shelly's side. With one of her eyes hidden under wet hair, her snakebites glinted as she smiled.
Kimmy raised her eyebrows and glanced around as a few of the maids turned off their showers and abruptly walked over to join their partners, doubling up under one showerhead. When Aisha turned off her's and started to make her way over, clearing the wet, dark brown hair from her face, Kimmy stammered and twitched around, unsure of what to do, where to run and hide. Jesus Christ, Aisha was going to join her? She was going to shower with someone?...That close? What should she do? She had never showered with anyone, before! The curvy Nubian came right up by the stammering Kimmy's side under the shower stream, still smiling in spite of Kimmy's quite obvious bashfulness.
"Hey there," she cooed, her voice a soft, quiet hum. "Second day on the job. How're you doing, so far?" "U-Uh," Kimmy stuttered, face going red as she fought to keep her eyes up. She found a shred of confidence, enough to put on a smile and clip "Good! Yeah, good. Eh heh. Heh." Aisha smiled, more. "That's always good to hear," she murmured. The two of them glanced over as Beverly cheerfully asked "Everyone remember their duties for the day?" All of the maids, including Kimmy, chimed out a simple "Yeah." "Good!" Beverly chirped, a perky smile instantly growing on her face. Aisha looked back over at the hygiene supplies over Kimmy's little shower racks.
As the rest of the maids descended into amiable chatting with their respective partners, Aisha softly asked "Have you already used body wash? Can I use your's, while I'm here?" "Uh...No. I-I mean, I haven't yet," Kimmy hurriedly answered, giving an awkward cringe as she smiled. Aisha leaned over, coming more directly under the hot water as she reached for Kimmy's bottle of body wash. When Kimmy felt something soft poke hard against her hip, she looked down in a hurry, a nervous giggle uncontrollably rushing out of her. Aisha was still as hard as a steel flagpole, and it was glaringly apparent that the Nubian was not only a good bit girthier than the girly-boy, but almost twice as long, as well...Not to mention those heavy balls she had, for such a soft-spoken woman.
Aisha looked down as well, then gave a genuine titter and cooed "Oh, I'm sorry. It might get in the way, while we're doing this." "Y-Yeah," Kimmy agreed, giving another nervous giggle. As the taller transsexual squirted out some body wash into her hand and began lathering herself up, Kimmy had a chance to subtly eye her up and down, taking full advantage of the convenient pretense of simply waiting for her turn with the bottle. Aisha was a cutie, to be sure. Her long, thick hair was almost black in colour, looking extra sensual as the hot stream matted it down to her shoulders and neck.
Her eyes were dark brown, while her pouty lips were quite plump, a feature that did nothing to settle Kimmy's throbbing hard-on. The ring in her left eyebrow, the stud in her left nostril, and the two snakebites under her bottom lip were all a simple, gleaming silver, contrasting well with her deep skin tone. Like most of the other maids, Aisha was plenty busty, with each full, perky breast easily requiring more than just the one hand to cup. Each of her chocolate globes were topped off with a dark areolae and a pebble of a nipple, standing just a bit firm under the pour of the hot shower.
Her figure was lean and trim, narrow at the right spots and flared at the others, leaving her with an hourglass any girl could've been proud of. To go with those curves, she had a goodly manhood any guy could've been contented with, easily at least seven inches, with a full, drool-inducing undercarriage to match. Perhaps even more eye-catching than her generous helpings were her piercings: Aisha hadn't stopped at just a few trite facial pieces. She had a pair of silver barbells in her nipples, a stud through her navel, a small ring through the underside of her cock tip, and a small pair of barbells through the front of her scrotum, just below the underside of her base.
The metalwork might've made some squeamish, but to Kimmy, it was fascinating. All in all, Aisha looked just like any of a number of dark-skinned beauties in the adult industry whom she had slavered over, which she knew should have made her so excited about this shower that she'd want to brag to everyone she knew - even Travis. Instead, it just left her, well, uncomfortable. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to like this or if this was supposed to be something platonic, and she'd definitely be lying if she said that the simple fact that Aisha was dark-skinned didn't make the whole affair feel somewhat surreal and exotic in equal measure.
Once Aisha had gotten herself slathered and shimmery, she smiled at Kimmy, squirted some more into her hand, and said "Sorry for the wait. Hold still, for me. I can do you." Kimmy perked up, raising her eyebrows in surprise. She stammered for a moment, but without directly refusing, Aisha wouldn't be discouraged. "I was thinking," she casually said, placing the bottle back on Kimmy's shower rack, "we could do the canteen, first. The showers will need a bit to dry off, so we could get started on the canteen right after breakfast. That job usually doesn't take too, too long."
"Uh...Sounds good," Kimmy mumbled, flashing an embarrassed smile at the Nubian as she brought her hand to Kimmy's shoulder, unabashedly running it across her collarbones and chest to spread the gel. Aisha watched her hands as she put the second to work and spread the body wash down Kimmy's tummy, then up under her arms. Kimmy couldn't help but stare at the beauty's big, bountiful bust as she took the rub-down, her eyes unapologetically locked on those stiff nipples of her's as her tits gently shifted and quaked whenever her moving arms touched them. Kimmy didn't mind when one of Aisha's hands lightly swept below her navel and crossed her mons, but when Aisha went even lower and cupped Kimmy's whole crotch with her big hand, she practically yelped.
Kimmy turned her hips to the side, raising up one knee to try and shield her bits. Her face went scarlet as she gave a quick, wordless shake with her head. Aisha raised her eyebrows, but she was smiling. Stepping closer, she came under the stream, letting the shower start rinsing her off, prompting some of her hair to fall back over her face. She reached out with both hands, softly saying "Oh, don't worry, Kimmy. We're all the same, here, you don't have to be shy, with me. Come on, hold still." Kimmy could only whimper as the mocha-skinned beauty put both hands back to work. With one hand, she started glossing up Kimmy's back, starting at her shoulder blades. The other hand stuck itself right back between the girly-boy's thick, thick thighs.
Kimmy was nearly quaking with adrenaline as Aisha eased her knee back down, then got her hand back in there. Kimmy gave a huff of a sigh. She put her hand against the tiled wall to steady herself, trying not to feel lightheaded in the steam. She couldn't bear to look at Aisha, and simply stared straight ahead at the wall, trying not to twitch and whimper. The Nubian merely gave a hum of a chuckle at Kimmy's awful case of self-consciousness. If anything, Kimmy's shyness only seemed cute, to the taller maid. She delicately stroked her hand across Kimmy's hot, throbbing stiffness, somewhat playfully leaning it from side to side as she rubbed around at it. Kimmy immediately spread her legs when Aisha went lower, uncontrollably closing her eyes and swallowing, in the process.
"I'll handle the floor," Aisha murmured. "You can handle the tables and benches. If I finish before you, I'll help you with the rest. Sound good?" "S-Sounds good," Kimmy breathlessly answered, her lips hanging open just a crack. Aisha gave another hum of a chuckle. Kimmy's hard-on bobbed and bounced against Aisha's hand as she spent a few moments rubbing at the girly-boy's tight, tense beanbag, playfully shifting around her reactors before going even lower. Likewise, the hand she had over Kimmy's back quickly went all the way down to the greenhorn maid's big, round ass.
For a moment, Kimmy nervously flexed to discourage Aisha, but she quickly enough relaxed her rump, once more. She could only stand there and take it as both hands explored her most personal areas. The hand at her front went all the way down to her taint, rubbing around the underside of her body, while the other hand readily fondled her cheeks, then went between them. Kimmy nearly whimpered as Aisha swished her hand up and down, passing her fingers back and forth through Kimmy's valley until she was satisfied. Then, her index finger found Kimmy's terrified little pucker, clenched tight enough to turn coal into diamond.
Kimmy finally looked over at Aisha. She had an innocent smile on her face as she gently rubbed her finger back and forth across the girly-body's long crease. Without warning, Aisha's digit arched and pressed in, poking just inside the frightened sphincter before withdrawing. Kimmy's eyes widened, while her mouth began to ease open. Aisha only seemed to find this entertaining, because she smiled so wide that her eyes went half-closed. She gave a little chuckle and said something about "Just making sure you're clean everywhere," but the bounce her cock gave told a different story.
Kimmy could only go red-faced. Seemed like that "No fraternization" rule was open to some interpretation. If things didn't slow down, she'd go her entire day stiff as a board!
The maids began to drift out of the showers, one by one. After washing up, Kimmy followed Aisha out and grabbed a towel alongside her, drying herself off before joining the nude procession headed back for the dorm. Once there, the maids all took some time to do their makeup, style their hair, and use perfume in varying intensities on varying spots of their body, all things Aisha saw to, with young Kimmy. She gave the girly-boy some pink eyeshadow to contrast a thin layer of black eyeliner, matched by some mascara. Aisha chose some strawberry red lip gloss to accompany the eyeshadow, alongside just enough rouge to give her cheeks a pink blush.
She did Kimmy's pigtails for her, then helped style her bangs into something cute, sweeping them over towards her right ear before clipping them with a couple effeminate hairpins. After grabbing her bottle of perfume, she gave Kimmy a spritz over the throat, then nonchalantly dropped the bottle and gave her a spritz between her thighs, giggling at the way Kimmy flinched with surprise. Finally, the girly-boy was all done, thoroughly entrenched in full "Kimmy mode" with her daytime persona nowhere in sight. That changed, however, once Beverly stood up from her bed, ready to announce something to the dorm. Before she could get out a word, the phone at her bedside table abruptly began to ring.
Everyone looked over in curiosity, Kimmy noticed. Evidently, Beverly's phone ringing wasn't exactly a common occurrence. The curvaceous Aryan walked on over, still nude of course, and picked up the receiver from the fancy black desk phone. Raising it to her ear, she greeted the caller with a smile and a bubbly "Hi there, you've reached Beverly, Head Maid to House Venus. May I ask who's calling?" After a moment, Beverly raised her eyebrows, her smile barely opening. Her eyes shifted to Kimmy. "Yes he is," she answered, her smile widening into a grin. "Just one moment, please!"
She eased the receiver away, covered the mouthpiece with a hand, and nodded Kimmy over. "It's for you," she remarked. Arching an eyebrow, she added "It's your roommate. I guess he doesn't realize that this number isn't actually the front desk at House Venus." Shelly grinned and perked up. Already dropping down to the floor for some morning push-ups, she chimed in with a coy "Oh, a roommate, huh? What's he like, Kimmy?" Kimmy was already jumping up from her bed, shushing and waving her hands at everyone as she hurried over to Beverly's side. Beverly, smile intact, watched the new maid with half-closed eyes as she took the phone, answering Travis almost breathlessly.
"Y-Yeah? Is...Ahem. Is that you, Travis?"
"Yeah, it's me," he casually answered back. "Just checking in to make sure everything's alright. How did your first day go, dude?"
"Uh, well," Kimmy slowly answered, looking back at the rest of the maids. They were all smiling, blatantly listening in, watching her handle her friend with bated breath. She went a little flush and tried to wave them off again, but they wouldn't be dissuaded. "I've met a lot of new people," she remarked, looking back over in Beverly's general direction. The Aryan held her hips as Kimmy looked up and off to the side, idly remarking "Things are going fine, so far. Uh, no complaints. No issues, so far. First day went fine. How about you?"
"Eh, y'know, same old, same old. Uhh...Just out of curiosity, are there a lot of people with these kinds of live-in positions?"
"Ohh...A few," Kimmy evasively answered, momentarily puckering her lips as she arched her eyebrows.
"Huh. I don't know if I'd be able to do that, man. Feels like a big deal to live at work. What kind of stuff do you have to do?"
Beverly tilted her head to the side, raised her eyebrows, and tapped her wrist. Kimmy gestured for her to wait, then said "Uh, well, you know. Cleaning stuff. Just...Busy earnin', you know?"
"What kind of hours did you put in? How were the breaks? Are you being treated alright?"
Kimmy gave a bit of a chuckle, smirking. "Uh, well," she somewhat curtly remarked, "it was a long first day, put it that way, but there was plenty to distract me. Gotta get that cheddar somehow, right? I'm just glad I finally found a decent job. Listen, I can't stay on much longer, our day's about to start, over here. I'm already out the door for breakfast."
"Oh, right," he quickly answered. "Shit. Sorry, I should've figured. Alright, fuck it, I just wanted to check in. I'll let you go. I'll call a little later in the day, tomorrow."
Kimmy's stomach flushed with tingles as a wide grin began to stretch across her face. He cared enough to check in, every day? Without realizing it, she raised a hand and swept a finger through her hair. "Y-You don't have to do that," she answered, a telltale crack in her voice threatening to bring out her Kimmy side.
"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ungh! Fuck, yeah!"
Kimmy's eyes went as wide as dinner plates. He head twisted around like an owl's. Clara was grinding her hips forwards and backwards over her bed, wildly jerking a hand back and forth in front of her crotch. She put on her best O-face as she gave a couple more quick, high-pitched moans, prompting both Berri and Shelly to break into raucous laughter. Kimmy's face went as red as a strawberry as she slapped her hand over the receiver, her chin practically quivering as she tried to find her voice, tried to tell them to shut the fuck up. It just didn't happen.
"Uh...What was that," Travis slowly asked. The somewhat knowing tone in his voice suggested it was a mercifully rhetorical question. She took the bait in an instant. With a smile and a breathless giggle, she spoke over the background laughter, answering "Oh, you know, a couple of the other people working here are real jokers, eh heh. They think they can be so funny, sometimes. It's nothing. Listen, I've gotta go! See you later!" She didn't even wait for his response. When she dropped the receiver back into the cradle and turned to face Clara, red face now wholly indignant, even more laughter cropped up in response.
If she knew Clara just a little bit better, she'd be running over, tackling her into her bed, and beating her over the head with her own pillow. Alas, she did not, and so, all she could do was bottle up her embarrassment. She marched back to her bed as the laughing died down to snickers, dryly remarking "Real funny, guys. Laugh it up." Beverly slowly looked skyward as she drew in a breath, sighing it back out. Raising her eyebrows, she brought her hands up from her hips, clapped them together, and cheerily said "Okay, well, now that we're all done trying to embarrass the new girl in front of her boyfriend-"
"He's not my boyfriend!" Kimmy indignantly called out, instantly making Clara and Berri both descend back into breathless, teary-eyed laughter.
Beverly continued with a grin. "It looks like we're all gussied up and ready to get some breakfast in us, so get dressed, ladies. You all know the drill for Hormone Day: skip the underwear, then line up at the door." "Come on, time to go," Aisha pleasantly offered, flashing Kimmy a small smile. She watched Aisha go for a moment, then begrudgingly began grabbing her maid uniform alongside the rest of the girls, pulling everything on for another day of work at House Venus. She eased into that cute little black and white dress, pulled on those snowy nylons, and slipped on those black, high-heeled slippers, finishing it off with her ruffled lace cuffs. Maid mode, activate.
Kimmy turned to find the line at the dorm door already piling up, so she hurried over before she wound up dead last, finding herself sandwiched between Courtney and Shelly. She leaned to the side and looked over at Beverly, a curious look on her face. What were they all doing, lining up like this, anyway? They knew their partners for the day. They knew their duties. Why not just get right to it? As soon as she saw Beverly, it all became a little more clear. Beverly, all dressed up in her bikini of a maid uniform, had a small, black felt bag sitting on the floor, just by her feet. When she leaned over, coincidentally giving everyone a look down her cleavage in the process, she pulled out two different articles from inside the bag...Both of which were a bright, vivid pink.
As far as Kimmy could tell, all Beverly had pulled out was a pair of panties, alongside some sort of ribbon. She couldn't be sure what the deal was, but Beverly passed the panties to the first girl in line, then stepped in close and did something with the ribbon, patting the girl on the shoulder once she was done. As soon as she was finished, the maid was stepping out through the door, heading off to grab her breakfast. Kimmy didn't have to wait long until the line had come up to Courtney, and finally, she had a chance to better observe whatever it was that gave Hormone Day an added little twist.
The snooty Englishwoman turned to face Beverly as she leaned over and grabbed another ribbon from inside her bag. With a chipper titter, Beverly pulled out a hot pink thong instead of the usual panties, playfully asking "You prefer thongs, don't you, Court? Got something new here you might like." Courtney gave a sniff. Lightly holding her hips, she casually remarked "But of course. Real women wear thongs all the time." "No argument from me," Beverly answered, smiling as she gave another titter. She held out the pretty little pink thong, which Courtney hung off of one finger, then waited as Beverly felt out her short length of pink ribbon with both hands, getting either end between some of her fingers.
Kimmy watched, fascinated, as Courtney lifted up the skirt of her dress with only one finger on her free hand, exposing her loins to the Head Maid. Courtney, smooth-shaven down under, had a healthy flaccid hang of at least five inches, along with a dense, meaty pair of balls packing full a bloated beanbag, her undercarriage looking like a big, delicious orb of loveliness between her nice, thick thighs. Beverly reached out with the ribbon and slipped it underneath Courtney's soft prick, bringing it right up underneath her root before beginning to tie it together.
Courtney looked off at nothing in particular as she idly mumbled "...Today would be Monday, the seventh of June...One moment. Beverly, wasn't one of master Harret's business associates supposed to make a visit, today? I do seem to recall him mentioning something along those lines." "Yep," Beverly readily answered. "Mister Bryant. He'll be coming over around two, this afternoon. I think he and master Harret will just be going over some business plans, or something." "I see," Courtney remarked, drawing in a breath and looking downwards as Beverly finished up.
Kimmy could only swallow some saliva. The posh, platinum blonde Brit now had a cute, pink bow tied off around the base of her goodly fuckmeat, a ridiculously effeminate touch to her masculinity that made Kimmy feel like tugging at the collar of her uniform. Well, she supposed, something like that would certainly fit the theme of "Hormone Training." Only question was, what else would the day have in store, for her?
Once Courtney had stepped into and pulled up high her thong with a snap of the waistband, she was out the door, and Kimmy was up. With a smile, Beverly handed her a pair of panties, and Kimmy didn't struggle when it came time for the bow to go on. She was sheepish about the whole affair, but she lifted up her skirt and kept quite still for the taller maid as she tied the ribbon around her half-hard chub, watching her hands delicately cinch the silken fabric around the base of her small, smooth maleness. Then, she had the panties on, and she was off for the canteen, grabbing a pretty standard breakfast from Eve, the cook.
There was a small bowl of cinnamon oatmeal, alongside an equally petite fruit salad. There was a peanut butter-coated bagel, a tall glass of a yellow fruit smoothie, and lastly, a noticeably larger packet of vitamins. Kimmy was immediately drawn to the packet, as were most of the other maids, and after spilling the pills out onto her tray, she couldn't help but spot that some of the supplements were conspicuously larger than they had been, the day before. As well, there were three new pills in the bunch, but this didn't seem to be any cause for alarm with the rest of the maids, and so, Kimmy tried not to let it bother her.
While everyone ate, before the aphrodisiacs hit them and had them eyeing each other up less as coworkers and more as fuck-buddies, some small talk came up, and of course, now that the maids had all been around to hear Kimmy talk to him, it had everything to do with Travis. Aisha, sitting just next to Kimmy, eventually smiled, looked over, and gently asked "So, Kimmy...This roommate of your's, what's he look like?" "Yeah," Shelly chimed in, starting to smile from ear to ear. "Is he cute?" Clara asked, a small smirk on her face as she held her bagel by her chin, ready to take a bite. Her head hanging a little low, Kimmy's eyes shifted upwards and darted from face to face. In a mumble, she remarked "...Well, sure he's cute. I mean-"
"Would you suck him off?" Hitomi asked rather matter-of-factly, swallowing a mouthful of smoothie. Berri raised her eyebrows, grinned, leaned over to look at Hitomi from down the table, and blurted out "She would. I asked her, yesterday!" "Oh my gosh, Berri! Stop telling everyone everything I say!" Kimmy instantly blurted out, giving a harsh wave at the punky maid out of frustration. Aisha gave Kimmy's shoulder a little rub, trying not to chortle as she quietly repeated "Well, sure, but what does he actually look like? I'm looking for details." Kimmy kept giving Berri the evil eye for a moment or two, but eventually looked back down at her oatmeal.
Prodding her spoon around inside, she gave a little shrug, then idly rhymed off some details. "Well, he's tall. Taller than me, probably somewhere above six feet? His hair's short and black, and...He's kind of a real macho man. He's into sports, cars, weightlifting, all that jazz." Kimmy glanced up as one or two of the other maids gave chortles, glancing amongst each other. With eyebrow high and grin wide, Shelly slowly said "Oh, yeah, I can imagine why you might like him." Kimmy tried not to let her face go pink. Berri gave a wink, nodded at her from across the table, and asked "He works out, huh? Is he as fit as Sheila?"
Kimmy barely shook her head, then changed her mind and shrugged. "Well, he's buff," she remarked. "Not as buff as Sheila, I think, but he's no weakling. I don't think he has a six-pack, but he's not far off. His job's pretty physically demanding, too, so...He's not stick-thin." "What's he like? How did you guys meet?" Hitomi innocently asked, taking another slurp from her fruit smoothie. Kimmy gave a couple stammers, her face slowly turning more and more red. Looking back down at her food, she mumbled "W-Why is this a thing, all of a sudden? Why all the questions? He's just my roommate, you know?..."
"We're all curious, my dear," Courtney agreeably answered, looking over at the girly-boy. "Surely, you can't begrudge us some innocent curiosity," she added, smiling with laughter in her eyes. Kimmy just gave a little shrug. "...Well," she slowly mumbled, pausing for a couple seconds, considering her words before answering. "...He's nice, you know? He doesn't treat me any differently. He's never poked fun at me for not really looking like a normal guy. He gives me all the privacy I want, and he's been really patient with me, over the last couple months. Thank God I finally found some new work, I was starting to feel like dead weight, around the apartment."
Everyone started to smile as the newest maid, unbeknownst to herself, began opening up, explaining further and further with more and more confidence, more enthusiasm. Her eyes opening, becoming more clear, she glanced around from face to face, occasionally looking back down at her food. "We met a little over two years ago, but we've been roommates just shy of that. We had only known each other for a couple of months before I was moving out of my parents' place. Travis was looking for somebody to room up with to share the rent, you know, and we both wanted to save up money for college - forget student debts, we want to pay for the whole thing, ourselves - and we had hit it off enough that he wasn't worried about living with me. Kinda ballsy of him, in hindsight. I would've been worried."
"How did you actually meet, though?" Aisha asked, arching an eyebrow. One corner of Kimmy's mouth barely budged upwards in a little grimace. She gave a shrug. "It's actually kind of funny," she remarked. "At the time, I had already lost touch with all the people I knew in highschool, but one of them randomly invited me over Facebook to a get-together at this pizza place, one Friday night. I almost didn't bother going, but I figured, you know, why not? It might be nice to reconnect with someone. Travis was there. He was pretty much the life of the party, he was always making everyone laugh. It was hard not to be around him. We started chatting, and things went from there." "A real boy-meets-boy story," Berri teased, grinning.
Kimmy narrowed an eye at her, but couldn't resist smiling to herself. Courtney smiled, leaned over once more, and asked "He sounds charming, dear. Why haven't you made a move, yet?" Kimmy raised her eyebrows high. Looking down at her food, she aimlessly ran her spoon around the perimeter of her oatmeal. In a low voice, she slowly remarked "...Well, for starters, he's not gay." To her surprise, all of the maids merely chuckled. Kimmy looked up. Her eyebrows dropped as she glanced around. Her lips barely shifting, she mumbled "...What? What's so funny?" A couple of the maids shook their heads, but nobody explained, regardless of how passionately Kimmy demanded an answer.
Breakfast quieted down after that, and of course, the culprit was those mischievous little vitamins and supplements they all took, playing havoc with their sensitive bodies until they barely knew where to rest their hands. Kimmy, breathing huskily and trying not to perspire, couldn't help but wonder if the pills for Hormone Day were more potent than the ones from the day before. Of course, all of the ladies had been rendered flushed and rock-hard as a result, but Kimmy, at least, found her chest feeling exceptionally tender, sensitive to even the slightest shifting of her uniform's material. Again, a tenseness in her taint and accompanying warmth in her undercarriage left her somewhat uncomfortable, but not to the point of concern. Just another chemical-laden meal at House Venus.
With breakfast out of the way, the maids all made for the janitorial closet for their respective cleaning supplies. Aisha handed Kimmy a couple rags alongside antibacterial spray, while she grabbed a small cart for herself, complete with floor cleaner and a wide, broom-like mop. Returning to the canteen, they began their work in relative silence, giving themselves time to recover from the aphrodisiacs...Which took longer than the day before, Kimmy noticed. More glaringly conspicuous than that was the fact that, even after that aphrodisiacal flush across her skin had faded, her raging erection had not.
For a couple minutes, this caused Kimmy a good deal of embarrassment. She tried to hide her lingering hard-on from her partner, tried to pull her uniform down against the short, narrow tent out of frustration, but when she finally glanced over, she relaxed, some. Aisha, too, was still stiff as a board and ready for love, and she didn't seem even the slightest bit anxious about it. There she stood, mop in hand, goodly prick lifting up the front of her skirt, proudly thrusting out the crotch of her pink panties, lightly waving left and right every time her hips shifted. When Aisha caught her eyes, she smiled.
Kimmy instantly averted her eyes. Could anyone blame her for having some difficulty concentrating on menial labour when she had such a sexy partner, standing around? Aisha had done up her hair in thick, wavy locks, a dark brown waterfall that fell onto her shoulders in a silky sheen. She had given herself some glittering purple eyeshadow to help make her eyes stand out against her skin, while some black eyeliner and mascara made her eyes all the more smouldering. Some lavender lipstick accompanied the eyeshadow, making those full, puffy lips of her's look all the more succulent.
On top of the sexy makeup, Aisha wore her own custom uniform, clearly derived from the same sort of uniform that Kimmy had on. In keeping with the "horny French maid" aesthetic, the whole thing was black trimmed with white lace, but unlike Kimmy's short dress, Aisha wore more of a corset and skirt combo, high and low in all the right places, showing off her bust and thick thighs. Of course, the corset had the obligatory white apron over the front, and those long legs of her's were sheathed up to the knees in the same sort of snowy nylons Kimmy had on. Like Kimmy, she had on a pair of shiny black heels, and accompanying the white lace cuffs she wore, she had a matching choker around her neck, the lovely white standing out fantastically against her mocha skin.
Realizing she had been caught doing a bit of ogling, Kimmy abruptly tried some small talk. Wiping down the end of the table near Aisha, she tried not to squeak as she asked "S-So, you've been working here for two and a half years, right?" "That's right," Aisha answered, her voice as much of a soft, quiet hum as ever. Kimmy, swiping the table in circular motions, glanced over and casually asked "What did you do before House Venus? Were you already a shemale, or did you become one after you came here?" She looked over to find Aisha raising her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth rising in a rueful smile, half a cringe. Slowly, she remarked "...I'm sorry, but if it's all the same to you, I prefer "transsexual." Shemale's kind of a rude term. Not everyone cares, but I do."
Kimmy's face went surprised. Raising her eyebrows, her lips puckered in a tiny frown as she blurted out "What? B-But, then why would the porn always call it that?" Aisha simply gave a little shrug. "Porn does and says lots of things," she mumbled. Kimmy's face went red with anxiety. She looked down at the table, hurriedly stammering out "Uh, w-well, I'm sorry, I had no idea. Um..." Aisha gave a titter. "It's alright, honey," she murmured out, dunking her floor-sweeper into the water of her cart. Kimmy looked back over, a sheepish look lingering on her face. Aisha was smiling more widely as she met Kimmy's eyes. "It's just my preference," she amiably mumbled.
"Not every tranny cares. I think Shelly actually kind of gets a thrill out of being seen as a "gay shemale." Then again, she's a little...Well, butch." Kimmy gave an uncomfortable giggle. If they could get off of the topic of sexuality and the bent variations thereof, she could find herself a whole lot more comfortable. Aisha stepped to the side and passed the sweeper over a new spot on the floor. "As for whether or not I was already womanly before coming here," she finally got around to answering, "I was...Kind of androgynous, but not all that girly. I only became more of a woman after coming to House Venus. I owe a lot to Harret."
Kimmy smiled, only somewhat jokingly remarking "I guess so, implants like Bev's must cost him a fortune." "Well, sure, but I meant more than just that," Aisha chuckled out, grinning to herself. Her grin slowly faded as, her eyes still down on her work, her voice dropped to a murmur. "No, I owe him for a lot. See, House Venus was...Kind of my dream job, you know? I don't mean the money. Money's fine, but that's not what I needed. This place was, and is, my oasis." She glanced up at Kimmy, gave a little shrug, and lightly tilted her head to the side. "Before I came to House Venus," she quietly said, "I sort of...Putzed around with odd jobs, here and there. Before that, I ran with a gang. I'm not sure what would've happened to me, if I hadn't had some sort of escape."
Kimmy raised her eyebrows high, looking over at Aisha with an incredulous look on her face. Aisha glanced up at her, lips shifting into a knowing smirk. Dunking her sweeper into her cart for some extra cleaner, she playfully asked "What? Why the look? Is it so hard to imagine me in a gang? This was before I was a tranny." Kimmy tilted her head to the side. Standing up straight from the table, she held a hip, shifted her weight to one foot, and grabbed her bottle of cleaner. Too intrigued to even watch her own work, she idly sprayed at the tabletop a couple times, asking "When you say a "gang," you mean, like, a group of friends, right?"
Aisha raised her eyebrows, chuckled, and slowly remarked "Nope. I mean an actual gang. We weren't up to anything good. I got out before the worst of it, though." Aisha drew in a deep breath, and as she sighed it out, she lost her smirk. Her eyebrows easing back down, her voice fell back to a mumble as she explained. "...I was angry, as a kid. About a lot of things. There was just...A lot about the world that felt unfair, at the time."
She gently furrowed her brow, blinked a couple times in rapid succession, and gently shook her head. "I just...My friends and I started to get up to more and more "tough guy" shit as we grew up, you know? We were idiots. We all wanted to be a little badass. Picking fights for no good reason. Skipping school all the time. Stealing stuff, then trying to pawn it for quick cash. Drugs, doing and selling. Robbing other dealers. Ripping off suppliers. That kind of nasty stuff."
Aisha looked up at Kimmy, and when she noticed that the girly-boy was simply standing there and listening, Aisha joined in on the impromptu break. Holding her sweeper over the end with both hands, she leaned into it a little, giving her arms a break. Kimmy could see the remorse creeping up on Aisha's face as she looked off at nothing in particular. In another mumble, she said "Eventually, we started walking around in the middle of the night, checking for unlocked cars in all these different neighbourhoods. We'd take anything we could find that was even the slightest bit valuable. Loose money, stuff to keep, stuff to sell, you name it. We didn't care. If someone left their garage open, we'd check inside for stuff, which was usually just beers from the fridge."
She gave a little shrug. "Still, that was good enough, for us. Beers got us stupid, made us want to escalate it. We didn't really ever imagine we'd get in trouble. We seemed to think we were too good to get caught, or maybe that was just me. When we made the local news for a string of thefts, that's when I knew I needed to get out. We were starting to go too far, and none of us were slowing down." Aisha's brow furrowed deep. She went quiet for a few moments, then looked back down and resumed washing the floor. "...In hindsight," she resolutely remarked, "I realize that a big reason why I was so angry was because I was just uncomfortable in my own skin. Didn't help that it felt absolutely impossible to change that."
Kimmy blinked a couple times. Her eyes drifted downwards before rising back up to Aisha's face. "...Your friends didn't know you were gay?" She asked, a hesitant tone in her voice. Aisha snickered. Smiling, she readily answered "God, no. If they had, they would've kicked my ass all over town! No, I...I had it buried deep. It...Didn't help my bitterness, any." Aisha raised her eyebrows a little, a placid look coming over her as her smile widened. Her voice fell back to a murmur as she said "When I found Harret's ad for a sensual maid, I was terrified. I almost turned around, when I reached the front door. It took me a while to come to terms, but Bev, Court, and Harret helped me out, every day. I don't know where I'd be, now, if not for this job. You wouldn't even recognize me if you saw me back then, and I mean that in more than the obvious way."
Aisha gently tilted her head to the side and looked up at Kimmy. She maintained eye contact, her eyes locked on Kimmy's as she gave a heartfelt coo. "If I could go back in time and give the younger me some advice, if I could give any young man or woman just one piece of advice, it'd be this: above all else, do whatever you can to be comfortable in your own skin. Do you. If you're not happy with where you are, with who and what you are, nothing else is going to fit. Nothing. Your whole life depends on you being content with yourself. That's the foundation. It's just like the saying goes, you know? You can't love if you don't even love yourself. Eventually, after long enough, that lie you've built up either crumbles down and takes everything with it, or it tortures you. Just save yourself the heartache."
With a chuckle, she added "If you had told me, six or seven years ago, that I'd wind up being a maid in some guy's mansion, I would've pulled my knife on you. If you had told me that I'd be having sex with that man, that I'd be playing sex games every day with a bunch of other maids, I would have used that knife. I'm a lot different, from those days...I've mellowed out, a lot." She smiled. Her eyelashes fluttered from how quickly she blinked. Kimmy wasn't sure, but she thought she could see a glimmer in the other maid's eyes. Aisha gave a long sigh, then murmured "...I'm happy, being a maid. I can put on my uniform, every day, and be okay. I finally have everything I ever wanted...Peace. Quiet. That's all I really needed. The money doesn't matter."
Kimmy wasn't sure what to say, and slowly, she simply resumed working. Aisha didn't elaborate further, and so, the two descended into a relatively comfortable silence. Still, the story gave Kimmy plenty of food for thought. Some part of her was confident that Aisha had been indirectly trying to tell her something, trying to teach her a lesson. The message was clear, but she couldn't really wrap her head around making it a reality. She was plenty comfortable in her own skin, wasn't she? As long as she was in Kimmy mode, she was fine, she was happy. Her daytime persona was just the disguise to keep people from judging the truth. Wasn't that good enough? The thought of shedding her daytime persona entirely, was...Certainly liberating, but absolutely terrifying.
The two of them finished up their work by the time lunch rolled around. They turned in their cleaning supplies, washed their hands, and returned with the rest of the maids to have another fairly ordinary meal. No candy cock-suckers were in sight, at least, so aside from the extra helping of supplements, the meal was pretty average. Of course, when the vitamins brought a resurgence to Kimmy's hard-on, which had only shortly before finally flagged, Kimmy couldn't help but blurt out a question: did Hormone Day involve Viagra, or something? Why couldn't she keep her meat down?!
Beverly readily admitted that, yes, there were some more potent aphrodisiacs for Hormone Day, so lengthy periods of stiffness shouldn't be all that surprising. That was part of the challenge for the day's theme. Of course, Clara chimed in a teasing "Bev's full of it, there's no boner pills, you're just getting turned on from all that new estrogen!" Kimmy went red at that, and to her surprise, it was Shelly who spoke up to reassure her. With a smile, the chiselled Aussie remarked "It's all a part of Hormone Day, babe. Just let the pills do their work, they're only making you more girly. Get off on it. Stiffness is perfectly normal." Kimmy could only nod, but she felt like joking "If an erection persists for longer than six hours, consult your doctor!"
With lunch out of the way, Beverly, understandably a little flushed by the fresh helping of aphrodisiacs in her system, made a small announcement. She reminded everyone that, within the next two hours, a business associate of Harret's would be paying a visit to House Venus, so when the time came, Beverly would run out and grab everyone to greet the guest. Until then, everyone could continue their chores, but they should keep an eye on the clock...Especially Kimmy, who had her appointment with Harret coming up shortly. Kimmy gulped. The raging inferno inside her body, tingling her from her knees to her collarbones, didn't help her with her anxiety.
She and Aisha had barely collected their cleaning supplies and brought them to the maids' personal bathroom before Beverly was tracking them back down. With a tap of her earpiece, she mentioned that Harret was ready to see her - he was in his office, already expecting her. Kimmy hemmed and hawed and wrung her hands, but she couldn't bring herself to refuse Beverly. Even if she could, she didn't think she had any right to. Wouldn't it make her look bad, refusing a meeting with her boss? Harret was a nice guy, wasn't he? He provided so much for his maids. Why would she say no? How could she?
Outside the bathroom, Kimmy asked Beverly the one thing giving her trepidation: would Harret be expecting anything...Special? Beverly giggled and asked if Kimmy was anxious. After all, that little tent under her dress was bouncing around like crazy. Kimmy went as red as a strawberry and tugged her apron down, but listened attentively as Beverly explained. Harret might want something "extra," but she shouldn't be too worried. He wouldn't want anything too crazy right off the bat, and he's a nice guy - plus, a tremendous lay. If she kept calm and kept an open mind, if she didn't let fear stop her, she could find meetings with Harret to be quite relaxing, all things considered. Besides, would she rather go the entire day horny like a rutting wolf?
Kimmy shook her head. Beverly merely smiled, as if that should've been all the answer Kimmy needed. With a wave, she was sending her off, leaving the shy girly-boy to shuffle her way off to Harret's office. She still remembered her way, after yesterday's interview. It only took her a minute to reach the door, but it took her another to actually open it. When she did, she had to wince, for a moment, under the sunlight pouring in through the window behind Harret's desk, thanks to the unexpectedly open shades. Harret was seated behind his desk, looking down at a ledger, writing something in with one of his fancy black and gold pens.
He looked up, and the smile he gave her was nothing if not disarming. He set his pen down by his notebook, stood up from his desk, and sounded quite genuinely friendly as he greeted her. "Kimmy, good to see you. Glad you could come by so quickly. Please, come in, take a seat. I was hoping we could have a chat, catch up, a little." Kimmy nodded, wiping some sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. Crossing the threshold, she squeaked out a meek "O-Okay" as she quietly shut the office door behind herself. The crack in her voice had him smiling more widely, one of his eyebrows lightly rising in apparent amusement.
"Are you nervous?" He asked, stepping around to come in front of his desk. "There's no need to be," he added, sitting back on the edge. Kimmy tried to stammer that she wasn't, but when she only stumbled over her words like a shy schoolgirl, she eventually just went quiet before she made an even bigger fool of herself. With the one hand, she only somewhat subtly held down the front of her skirt, trying to stifle her uncontrollable tenting with rather limited success. If Harret noticed, and he probably could, he said nothing, likely to try and keep her from going even more beet red. She walked over and held the armrest of the leather chair before his desk, easing herself down with a nervous smile.
With him leaning against the front of his desk, they were so close that their feet were within inches of touching the other's. She had no choice but to look up into his eyes, trying not to feel like a deer in headlights as the big man cast a shadow over her, blocking out the sunlight pouring through the window in a tall, masculine silhouette. She listened attentively, blinking a couple times in rapid succession as he casually said "So, halfway into the second day. I haven't heard anything negative yet, neither from you nor about you. Beverly has had nothing but good things to say about you, you know. How are you feeling, so far? Everything alright? Any problems? Are the other maids treating you alright? Are you...Comfortable? How did the first day go?"
Kimmy opened her mouth, but with so many questions piled one on top of the other, she could only stammer out "Uh...Well, uh...I...Y-You know..." Harret smiled widely, chuckled, and momentarily leaned forward, a little. "Sorry, I should slow down," he chortled. Leaning back, he added "I just want to make sure you're doing alright. Your comfort in what happens at House Venus is, believe it or not, the number one priority for the maid positions. If you aren't happy with what's happening, it likely won't take very long before you just want to make this place a bad memory." Kimmy raised her eyebrows, her jaw going slightly ajar before she hurriedly said "Oh, no, no, don't worry, I'm having the time of my life! Everything's fine, mister Harret!"
The enthusiasm in her own voice caught her off-guard. Surprised, she gave an embarrassed smile, trying not to cringe at herself. Harret, on the other hand, readily answered "Good, that's great! I'm glad to hear it. How are the other maids treating you? They were all quite welcoming to Hitomi, at least." His interest felt too legitimate to keep Kimmy in her shell for long. After having so many wild things happen in the last twenty-four hours, having an attentive ear near-instantly had the floodgates opening.
Her smile became less uncomfortable and more earnest, confidence blooming in her voice as she quickly answered "Oh, yeah, for sure, everybody's been fine, especially Bev. She's been trying to make me as comfortable as possible. I think...To be honest, I think my first day would've been pretty tough at parts if not for her, you know? And, sure, you know, there's the occasional teasing, mostly because of my roommate, but nobody's been meanspirited to me, or anything. I know they don't really mean anything by it." Harret raised an eyebrow. Briefly gesturing his hand off to the side, he asked "No problems, then?"
Kimmy gave a cheery smile and offered a chipper shake with her head. He nodded. "Good, good. Are you comfortable? I'm sure your first day had plenty of surprises, but you haven't grabbed your clothes and left, just yet." The corners of Kimmy's mouth shifted in a combination of amusement and embarrassment. She briefly looked off to the side. Her mouth hung open, for a moment, as she hummed out a simple "Uhhh," her voice offering the faintest warble as she held back a giggle. Her eyes shifting back to his, her smile widened as she gave a bubbly nod. "Y-Yeah, I think I'm okay, overall," she answered, trying not to mumble. "There are moments where I'm like, "Whoa." But, overall? Yeah...I guess I'm okay. It was a switch, but I'm adjusting."
"What moments get to you?" Harret asked, crossing his arms over his front by holding one of his wrists down by his lap. Kimmy couldn't help but drawl out another "Uhhh," and this time, she couldn't hold back the giggle. Her face starting to go a tint pink, she was audibly trying not to stumble over her words, one eyebrow shifting slightly higher than the other. "Well, you know," she evasively started off, "just things. The occasional thing that catches me by surprise. But, d-don't get me wrong, it's fine. I'm just...Really, really, really not used to...All this. All this stuff."
Kimmy raised a hand, fretting over her bangs for a moment, slowly clawing a finger left to right through them. She gave a self-conscious grin, holding back yet another giggle as she added "B-But, that's not really because anything's wrong. It's my problem. You know, just, like...All your maids are really...Into this. They're really, um, open." Harret was smiling from ear to ear. In a chuckle, he interjected "You mean, they're really confident in their sexuality?" Kimmy paused for a moment, then squeaked "Y-Yeah. And, it's just, sometimes, it feels like they expect me to be the same, right off the bat. But...I'm just not."
Her entire demeanor began to visibly shift. She was still tugging down the skirt of her dress uniform, but now, her shoulders began to slump. As her smile faded, her eyes went a little listless, dropping from Harret's face and idly shifting off to his desk. Her lips twisted, for a moment, before she mumbled "...I've been hiding this for so long, sometimes I don't even really feel like I'm being the real me. I just...You know, sometimes I get scared, thinking about going home. Sometimes, I get scared and tell myself that I shouldn't do this, that this isn't me, but the rest of me knows that it is. I've been hiding this for so long, that...Yeah, sure, I love doing this kind of stuff, but...It still throws me for a loop. I don't know."
Her eyes shifted back to his. Her brow knitting, she asked "I know I need time to adjust, and I'm trying my best, but I still get spooked, sometimes. The rest of the maids don't have that kind of problem, anymore. They're all too happy to be gay and open about it. I'm...Not there, yet. Does that make any sense?" "Oh, absolutely," Harret offered, his tone considerably more attentive, now. "Several of the other maids were in the very same boat, when they came here. It's an all too frequent situation, sadly." "Yeah, Beverly mentioned something along those lines," Kimmy murmured, looking off in thought.
Harret gave her a sympathetic smile. Hearing that deep voice of his take on such a kindhearted tone sent a shiver down Kimmy's spine. "Besides Berri and Clara, every maid at House Venus had some sort of adjustment period. Some had it easier than others, certainly, and each had different challenges in different respects, but in the end, none of them took to it instantly, neither the maid work nor the sensual aspect. Now that they have, now that they're having fun every day, I know that it drives them crazy, seeing somebody else in that situation. I wouldn't let any teasing get to you, or let their confidence make you feel like the odd man out. I'm sure that's just their way of trying to encourage you, to get you to come out of your shell a little, you know?"
Kimmy nodded. Harret gave a chuckle, then remarked "By the time Aisha came to House Venus, I had started to settle into the idea that my home could be like a, uh...Like a retreat for people like Beverly. People who feel like they need an escape to be what they really are. I don't know if Beverly's already told you this or not, but it may surprise you to hear that before she came here, she was actually in sports. She had been the captain of a local amateur rugby team...A men's rugby team, mind you." Kimmy raised her eyebrows high. Her mouth fell open, just a crack. Beverly had been a jock? No fucking way!
She might have expected something like that from Shelly, but not the curvaceous blonde straight out of a wank mag. Now, if Harret had said she had been captain of the cheerleading squad...Harret chuckled, again. Giving a little grin, he nodded, remarking "It's not really a big secret. That's why, if you ever feel like she runs the maids like a legitimate team, well, there you have it. She's used to a leadership position." Kimmy glanced off at nothing in particular. Audibly stunned, she mumbled "Wow, I never would've guessed. Maybe she really was in my shoes, at one point." Her eyes shifted back to his. She gave a weak shrug, her expression turning more self-conscious. "I'm sure I'll warm up to it all, in time," she mumbled.
"Just, right now, I'm a little...Overwhelmed. I spent so much time and energy hiding who I really was, i-it's not really easy, sometimes, going with the flow. Not to mention, I, uh...Haven't ever really had sex, before. So, when Beverly and the rest are so, um...Comfortable, I just feel a little shy. I guess, at the end of the day, I can't just stop being a boy with a snap of my fingers, right? At least, not after one day." Harret nodded. "I understand, that's perfectly reasonable," he amicably agreed. "Nobody's asking you to stop being a boy, strictly speaking. We just want you to be happy in your own skin, and I'm here to help out however I can. I do agree that part of your discomfort might stem from feeling like you still have to hide who you are. After all that time, it's not easy to be open. You judge yourself, even when nobody else will."
She gave a little nod, partly to show understanding, partly to show agreement. He started to smile wider and wider. He spoke a little more slowly now, his deep voice flowing like honey. "I'm not particularly surprised to hear that you're a virgin. Bev's told me that you seem pretty shy around the girls, and I can see you're even shy around me. It's been a little difficult not to notice the way you're pulling your skirt down." Kimmy's mouth hung open as she tried to find her voice, but nothing came out. Her face began to turn more and more red. When he chuckled, she couldn't stop a flutter from filling her belly.
"I, I can't help it," she squeaked. "It's not my fault, I can't control it!" Harret chuckled again, a little more strongly, this time. "Oh, I know," he casually remarked. "I did put together the supplement packs myself, you know. I know what they do to you. I know you've probably spent most of the morning hard as a rock. Shelly used to have a tough time keeping her hands off of herself, but she's learned a lot more patience, since then. Is it too much, for you?" A nervous sweat made Kimmy's forehead shine, a little. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, still pulling down the bottom of her uniform. She dropped her eyes from his, halfheartedly mumbling "I, uh...I can handle it..."
Harret quietly said "You can tell me the truth, Kimmy. I know it can be tough, at first." His compassion made her smile sheepishly. She glanced up at his eyes just as he asked "You're horny, aren't you? Working horny all day, yesterday, must've been tough." Again, Kimmy's mouth hung open as she tried to find her voice, but all that came out was an indecipherable stammer. Being asked something like that, so directly, sent such an intense shudder from her head to her toes, her backdoor clenched up. Without warning, he let go of his wrist and stood up from the edge of his desk. When Kimmy's eyes dropped and saw the long shape pressing down the inside of his dress pants, the warmth in her face turned into a burn all the way to her ears.
"I think I know how I can help you be more comfortable," he asserted, a slightly husky undertone creeping up in his voice. When he reached over and nonchalantly eased his zipper down, her eyes darted up to his, then shot back down. What the fuck? Her lips pressed tight together as her nostrils briefly flared. Harret reached inside his pants and pulled that long shape up from the inside of his thigh, and within moments...It was out. Kimmy's eyes visibly glazed as she stared. Adrenaline was making it difficult not to tremble. The point pushing up against her uniform began to rage, twitching to and fro underneath the black, silken material.
Her eyes slowly began to cross as she stared, turning her vision blurry. She could almost smell him. Oh, God. What was happening? What the hell had just happened? Her boss was pulling his dick out? What? A man was lining up his thing with her...With her fucking face?! She couldn't even move. She just sat there, mouth going agape once again as he took a couple steps closer to her, making clear his intentions, lewd as they were. She couldn't tell how big he was - as interested in cock as she was, she wasn't exactly a master of measuring inches purely by looking at them - but he was no slouch. He was certainly a lot bigger than her, at least, and girthy, to boot. He was circumcised, and oh, that red, rounded mushroom tip looked so needy...
Uncontrollably, she leaned back into her chair, silently gasping like a fish out of water. His voice came down from over her as he stepped right up to her, putting his feet on either side of her's. "Be honest, with me...You were expecting something like this to happen, weren't you? I imagine that at least one of the maids told you that I occasionally get a little personal with my girls." A little more loudly than she would've liked, her throat clicked with a gulp. "I...I wasn't sure," she mumbled, confused. She glanced up to his chest as he gave a slow hum, unable to meet his eyes. "Well," he quietly said, "why don't you give it a try?...Just to take the edge off, a little. I wouldn't want you to feel overwhelmed, on Hormone Day."
She finally let go of her skirt...Purely unintentionally, of course. The material immediately shifted upwards an inch, more clearly exposing the rise over her crotch, that small shape doggedly pushing up a tiny tent in the lace. "I, uh, I dunno, mister Harret-" She raised her hand and tried to wipe the nervous sheen from her forehead, but he reached out and delicately took her by the wrist, prompting a tiny peep to drift out of her. She tore her eyes off of that red helmet and looked upwards. He was smiling a little, his eyes half-closed, his posture relaxed and in control, all at once. He guided her hand over towards his crotch. "Wouldn't you prefer a little relief," he warmly asked. "I'm sure you've been curious about this for a long, long time. Let me make things easier, for you...Touch me a little, Kimmy. It's alright."
Kimmy could only give a whimper. She couldn't think to resist. The aphrodisiacal tingle in her skin, all the way from her tense balls to her stiff nipples, told her not to. Her muscles were like jelly up until Harret brought her hand over and touched her skin to his, at which point she went rigid like a startled hare, locking up from head to toe. Her eyes remained fixed on where they made contact. She...She had done it. For the first time, ever, she was touching another man...Right down there. Oh, God. He was warm, hot. Was she always this hot, when she was hard? He was soft, softer than she would've expected, and that faint thrumming that ran through his length, that throbbing, echoes of his heartbeat...Oh, God...
Kimmy swallowed her drool. Her voice went small as she mindlessly mumbled "I...Y-You...!" "You can start with a little stroking," he offered. "Then, give it a little taste. Today's game is Hormone Training, after all. What could possibly make you feel like more of a girl than giving a blowjob? Show me something you learned, yesterday." Kimmy gave him a wide-eyed look, then dropped her gaze down to his cock. Her fingers, only loosely circled around his shaft, trembled as he let go of her wrist, leaving her touching him, herself...No guidance, no direction, but of her own free will. After a couple moments where Kimmy just couldn't seem to relax, Harret eventually offered "...You don't have to, if you really don't want to."
She blinked, her lips barely pursing as he gave a faint exhale. Her eyes shifted back up to his. A bit of a rueful grimace had come over him. "Maybe your second day was a bit quick for a one-on-one meeting," he mused aloud. "I should apologize, Kimmy, I thought you might've been more eager to try this out. The last thing I want to do is spook you, and I'm not trying to pressure you. Maybe we can try again, later." In spite of his apology, he didn't put his prick away, or even take her hand off of himself. Kimmy's mouth hung open, a crack, as she tried to will the words out. That maddening tingle in her stomach, that sensitive tickle in her nipples, simply wouldn't subside, no matter how hard she willed it away.
After a few seconds, she finally managed to croak out "W-Wait, I can try. I, I can give it a try. Just, bear with me, a little." Harret gave a patient smile. "Of course," he graciously answered. Her eyes dropped back down to his cock, rather pointedly protruding squarely towards her face. The seated trap delicately circled her hand around him a little more, her fingers only loosely holding onto that slab of man-meat. Her brow gently knitted with uncertainty as she gave a few slow, experimental pumps, gently easing his skin down a few inches, then drawing back up towards the tip. "That's right," he quietly encouraged. "Not so different from doing it, yourself."
Her face went a fresh scarlet. If there was ever a statement that would've made her feel less like a girl and more like a girly-boy, it would've been that. He needn't remind her that she was packing heat, the tenseness in her loins was all the reminder she needed. She wanted to mumble something in response, but yet again, she just couldn't find her voice. She simply glanced up towards his face for mercy, then looked back down at his dipstick. She watched, bewitched, as her hand slowly ran to and fro, easing his boiling length back and forth in a few slow pumps. Her eyelashes uncontrollably fluttered, for a moment, as he stepped a couple inches closer, coming so close she could finally smell him.
Her breathing escalated, shortened. He smelled...Good, actually. Her lips eased open, a crack. The burn in her skin only seemed to intensify at the discovery of his musk. She bit her lip and watched his tip as she stroked a little faster, watching the skin of his shaft gently shift against the red helmet of his tip. Oh, God...Her cock felt like it was on fire, she was so hard. The damn thing was thrumming so intensely with her heartbeat, it felt like it'd fucking pop, if she didn't get off...Not to mention that tightness in her taint, that tenderness in her balls. Was this what Berri had meant when she had said she felt discomfort, if she didn't cum all the time? Were the pills doing this, to her? The inferno boiling in her crotch made her feel like a purebred bitch in heat!
Kimmy's hand abruptly stopped over Harret's cock as he rested his hand overtop her head, petting her soft hair, just between her pigtails. "I can tell you're ready to move on," he softly said. "Why don't you try using your pretty red lips, a little?" Kimmy froze up, catching herself. God, it had been obvious, hadn't it? Her mouth had been hanging open. She had been panting, albeit quietly. Her eyes had probably gone glazed. She was sweating. All she had been doing was giving a handjob, and she had probably looked like she had been on the verge of dampening her panties. Someone might as well have hung a sign around her neck that read "Eager Cocksucker!" She gave him an embarrassed, self-conscious look. God, what the fuck was she doing?
"I...I don't know," she mumbled, her voice a tiny whimper. "I don't know if I can. S-Sir. I, I don't know if I'm ready to...Do that." She had felt embarrassed before, almost humiliated, but when her squeamishness only made a small grin appear on his face, she felt even more like cornered prey. Of course, hindsight was 20/20, and after a moment, she became thoroughly aware of how flirtatious her answer might've sounded, and when the realization dawned on her, her face burned so intensely, she almost cringed away from his gaze. He slide his hand down from the top of her head to the back, gently easing her head towards himself, guiding her in.
"It's alright," he quietly reassured. "You don't have to be afraid. I'm here for all my maids. Once you do it for the first time, it won't be so scary, anymore. And, don't you think you'll feel so much better, once you finally satisfy your curiosity?..." Dew collected at the corners of Kimmy's eyes. "M-Maybe," she squeaked. He smiled down at her, gently urging her on with a quiet bit of dirty talk. Lowering his voice, he said "...If you put your little mouth on my cock, that'll make me feel really, really good. You want to mouth a man, don't you?...Try it, for me, Kimmy...It's just you and me, here...Nobody can see you...Maids are good at polishing the furniture. Clean my rod, like a good maid."
Kimmy whimpered at the lewd instructions. Her lips quivered as she stared at the tip of his cock. Oh, God, she wanted to. She wanted to, so fucking badly. But...It was hard to find the nerve. Her muscles just didn't want to listen to her. The only muscle that was willing to do whatever she wanted was her fucking prick, and it was still hidden under her uniform. This wasn't about her cock...This was about his. After so long, after such a deep-seated mixture of denial and closeted need, finding herself thrust into this situation with the option to just let it all go was...Certainly intimidating, if nothing else. But, with her heart pounding a mile a minute and adrenaline making her shake, it was more than a little exciting, too.
If only she had the courage to take the plunge and admit who, and what, she really was. If only she had, to use a crass term, the balls to suck some dick, this moment could be all the fantasy she'd need for years to come, all she'd need in those night hours where she wanks her little cock and trickles onto her tummy. She hesitated, internally debating, internally torn, caught in the schism between her Kimmy side and the claw marks of her daytime persona, before her brow abruptly knit and furrowed in determination. God fucking damn it, she could do it. She was gonna do it. She was gonna suck dick, just like she had always wanted! Fuck it, nobody could see her, here! Nobody would judge her! If all the other maids could do it, she could do it too, right? Right!
Kimmy didn't struggle as he leaned her head even further in. She eased her hand down to the base of his prick, holding him in a gentle fist, keeping him steady. His scent filled her nostrils like pure euphoria, spurring her on, igniting her instincts. Her eyes crossed as his tip came closer and closer, but before it could touch her anywhere, she paused and gave a blink. She could do this. She just needed to be brave. She unabashedly ran the tip of her tongue across her lips a few times, moistening them up a little more. She looked up at him for a moment, a shaky smile wavering across her full lips. To think, she'd end up giving her first blowjob to her boss. In a way, it seemed fitting. He had been the one to supply this opportunity to her. It felt only right she pay him back in a similar fashion.
She looked back down, closing her eyes as she eased in a few centimeters closer. Something hot pushed against her lips, right in the center. For a second, she felt nothing, but when she slowly puckered her lips and pressed a smooch against him, a wild tremble flew down her spine. He gave a faint exhale as she pressed a second kiss against him, and when he gave a sensitive twitch against her hand and lips, when his cock flexed and jumped, an exhilarated smile crept up on her face. Blushing like a cherry, she gave a breathless giggle, glancing up at his face before looking back down. Now, she didn't close her eyes. She pressed one more kiss to his tip, putting more enthusiasm into it, this time. Now, her lips gave a little smack, filling his lap with a perverse "Muah!"
Trying not to feel timid, she opened her mouth, parting those gloss-covered lips until she could ease out her tongue. She gently touched just the tip against his, lightly wiggling the end of her slimy mouth-muscle against the eye of his member, teasing his slit until he gave another flex in her fist. She huffed out a chuckle, grinning. This was getting easier by the second! Every little noise he made, every little motion, only seemed to placate her sense of uncertainty. Her daytime persona was losing strength. Kimmy was getting stronger. That closet door was looking thinner by the minute.
This felt right.
Her cock had gotten so rigid, she couldn't even feel the thing anymore, aside from the faint thrumming and pulsing of her heartbeat. She eased her tongue out a little further, slowly, somewhat awkwardly, drifting it around his tip, trying to spread her saliva for ease in slipping. "That's good, Kimmy," Harret quietly encouraged, stroking the back of her head. "I'm sure you've fantasized about this hundreds of times. Now, you can finally try it, for real. I don't mind giving you experience, if it boosts your self-confidence. Put her lips around the tip, suckle it, a little..." Kimmy gave a shaky smile, glancing up at him. He was sweet, alright. Obviously, he wasn't selflessly sacrificing his cock for her mouth, he was clearly getting something out of this, but that was alright. Maybe she could get something, too. Fair trade.
She eased her head in just a little bit further, keeping the tip of her tongue lined up with the underside of his helmet, feeling it slide up her red carpet until it touched her upper lip. She drew in a deep, husky breath, her eyelids flickering closed as she opened her mouth a little more, letting her lip ease over the hot skin of his tip. When her lip reached the edge of his crown, she withdrew her tongue, letting both lips seal around him in a little "o." She gave a steamy, trembling exhale, a moan that didn't quite make it. Good God, she had finally done it. She had a cock between her lips, now. She was finally, finally sucking some dick. After all this time, after being too scared to try anything, after resigning herself to her feminization ritual and all her fantasies, she was, at last, taking the plunge. She couldn't go back, now.
He slipped his hand to the side of her head, hooking his thumb around the base of one of her pigtails, lightly holding on to it. She gave a couple hard suckles against his crown, feeling the way she almost seemed to draw more blood into his prick, feeling the way he shifted whenever she abruptly dropped the pressure inside her mouth with an exhale through her nose. He tasted so good...She couldn't resist wanting more. She pushed her tongue out past her lip, then eased it around his tip, feeling the way he shifted inside the ring of her mouth as she ran her tongue around him. After a few revolutions, she stopped, then gave him a slow couple milking pumps with her hand, drawing his skin up towards her lips.
The thought of being discovered still terrified her, but at the moment, all that adrenaline was only making her more excited than she had felt since...Since she had finally resolved to answer his ad, actually. Slowly, she eased her head in a little deeper, letting her lips slide past his tip and onto a bit of his shaft. Then, she withdrew to the middle of his tip, paused for a second, then did it, again. The motion was alien, to her. Rocking her head was foreign. Regardless, it came easily, to her. All that fantasizing had been good for something, at least. As she slowly began to bob her head in a fledgling rhythm, as she let her glossy lips hug and run across him with the occasional soft suckling noise, he started speaking, and all she could do was sit there and listen.
"I think I should make something clear, Kimmy," he quietly stated. She thought to pause, looking up at him. He looked down and started guiding her head to resume pumping, a faint grunt catching in his throat. "No, keep going," he instructed, his deep voice sending another shiver down her spine. She gave a coo and obediently followed orders, looking back down with heavy-lidded eyes as she rocked her head. He hummed approvingly. After a couple seconds of basking in her somewhat timid ministrations, he picked up his earlier train of thought. "Ah, where was I...Oh, right. Kimmy, I think there's something we should make clear, just so there's no confusion. I care about you, I really do, and I want you to be comfortable here, but you understand that I care about all my maids, don't you?..."
She gave a little nodding, cock still between her lips, and all. She gave a faint humming against his prick by way of acknowledgement, mumbling a faint "Mhm." With her mouth full, she was in no position to answer any more coherently than that. He stroked his thumb against her head as she started to pump her head deeper, getting a few inches inside her mouth to suck on. After a moment, she remembered the hand she held him with, and clumsily tried to coordinate some stroking with her escalating slurping. "I do this sort of thing with all my maids...And more. I make this perfectly clear to all my maids, just so there's no hurt feelings: I'm no one maid's boyfriend."
Kimmy gave a hum to the affirmative, closing her eyes as the suckling noises her lips were making grew louder. "If I'm anybody's boyfriend, it's every maid's. I'm telling you this because I don't want you to get too attached to me, not in the romantic sense, anyway. I'm here for you, however you need me...But, if any of my maids started to feel anything too personal, there'd be problems. People would start to feel jealous, people would start to feel possessive, there'd be drama, there'd be hurt feelings...That's the total opposite of what I want. I want a team that works together. I want cohesiveness. Cleaning this mansion requires teamwork, and first and foremost, you lot are my maids...And I am your employer. I'm nobody's exclusivity material. Is that clear?"
"Hyehh hirr," Kimmy agreed, her voice a soft whimper around his prick. She didn't look up, but she could almost see the smile on his face, regardless. "Good," he stated, his voice a grumble. "I just wanted us to be clear, on that topic. Now, there's one more thing I'd like us to be clear on, and this time, you need to tell me something. When it comes to how you feel, be honest with me, and it's alright if you don't know the answer." She paused her efforts, looking up at him. The big man looking down at her, he smiled as he casually asked "Do you really want to be a girl, or are you merely afraid of admitting that you're gay?"
Kimmy's face went red, all over again. Yet another question that popped whatever little safety bubble she might've erected. Why ask that when she literally had dick in her mouth?
Slowly, she slipped her mouth off of his cock. Her mouth hung open, for a moment, before she breathlessly admitted "I...I don't know what I want." "I understand," he answered, the hand on her head guiding her back to resume. She opened her mouth again and, with a contented sigh, engulfed him back inside her wet warmth, closing her eyes as she resumed that comforting nursing motion, blasting her sense of smell and taste with that heady masculinity. She almost didn't hear him when he slowly asked "...But you do want this, don't you?..." She couldn't help a humming moan. She nodded as she slurped, her cheeks beginning to hollow to pits on every draw stroke as she grew bolder. Oh God, did she.
He gave a light groan of contentment at her admission. He stopped talking, and swiftly, Kimmy lost all track of time, losing herself to the experience of experiencing another so intimately. She went down on him for what felt like ages, mouthing his manhood until the pleasure had him audibly near the edge. She could only listen as his breathing escalated until it was rough, a mild panting, punctuated by the occasional groan or sigh. The boiling in his timber grew more intense, the stiffening, just a little more so. All the while, her poor cock waited expectantly, unable to relax, unwilling to relax, not when she was finally satisfying her deep, dark, forbidden need.
Maybe it was the pills, maybe it was her own neglected libido, but she could see how somebody could get addicted to sucking, rather than being sucked. As it was, the excitement and satisfaction of having her senses saturated with him, of pushing him towards the edge...Mmf. He seemed to agree, from the other side of the fence. Slowly, he guided her head back, and reluctantly, a little confused, she complied, sliding her oh-so-accommodating mouth off of his twitching prick, leaving him red and glistening from her hungry ministrations.
Breathing hard, she could barely open her eyes to look up at him, her mouth hanging open as she panted. He was a bit red-faced from her erratic, if enthusiastic, efforts to pop his cork. If nothing else, the perspiration shining at his hairline was a badge of honour, for her. To think, her first blowjob, and she hadn't done anything stupid to muck it all up! She hadn't even touched him with her teeth!
Under ordinary circumstances, realizing that she had been so eager to suck cock that she could make a reasonably good go of it on her first try would've humiliated her into speechlessness. Now, however, with Kimmy stronger than she'd ever been, with her alone with this big man, the thought only had her blushing and giving a triumphant, breathless grin. She gave a giggle and stroked his meat a few times, giving him a few fast beats before he was taking over her efforts. She briefly looked down at his cock, shamelessly fascinated as he started jerking off, using her saliva for lube as he pumped his length into her face.
Trying to keep his tone under control only left it husky, but she didn't mind. "I'm almost there. I think you know as well as I do, Kimmy, that you need to taste it...Don't you? You need to feel it." She closed her mouth and swallowed, then gave a sheepish smile and nodded. "I've come this far," she squeaked. "I could taste cum, too. I might as well." He smiled. "Open your mouth, then, and tilt your head back. Look at me when I cum. You're my first consultation of the day...You're gonna get a nice, big drink."
Kimmy's smile widened, but stayed timid. Slowly, she did as he bade. She leaned her head back, exposing her vulnerable face to him, leaving her frosted pigtails hanging back towards the chair. She eased her mouth open in a long, sensual "0," easing her tongue out just past her lower lip, waiting to catch whatever cum might've dribbled and missed the mark. Sitting under the big man made her feel small, delicate, helpless...And, she was alright with that. If anything, it made everything okay, made the inferno in her body all the more intense.
She was fine with somebody else being in control. Her lack of self-confidence wasn't a problem, in that case. Somebody else being in the driver's seat made everything okay. In a way, it even made her less embarrassed. Hey, it wasn't like she had walked into his office expecting to suck dick, she hadn't ordered him to take off his pants so she could blow his whistle. No, he had come onto her, which was a little better, wasn't it?...Less embarrassing. She was less to blame for what had happened.
She hadn't initiated it. She had only gone with the flow. It had been his choice. Never mind the fact that she had been hard as a rock, all throughout. Never mind the fact that giving her first blowjob had shut her brain down in euphoria. At least she hadn't started it, right? She hadn't even done a good enough job to get him busting his nut, right in her little mouth. This hadn't been her choice...And therein lay some small comfort, in spite of how hard she told herself that making excuses was utterly unnecessary. It was okay to like this. She was only getting self-conscious, again.
Harret gave a faint grunt, then muttered "You've been stiff as a board, this whole time...I know you're probably coiled tight like a spring. Hormone Day tends to get the maids more antsy than usual, you know?...Lift your dress. Let me see it." Kimmy gulped. Him facing exposure was one thing, but her doing the same was a different matter entirely, especially considering her embarrassing size. But, with some trepidation, she pinched the hem of her uniform with two fingers on either hand, lifting up the lap of her dress until those snowy nylons were exposed...Right up to her pretty pink panties, all ruffled lace, and the pre-cum dampened tent, jutting up the front.
The way he groaned with satisfaction had her giving an embarrassed grin, the greenhorn maid practically wincing with shyness. He didn't mind that she was small? No, did he like that she was small? That...Was such a relief, actually, it was like ecstasy. It was like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, letting her spirit soar up into her breast. He stroked harder, faster. "Good," he groaned. "I know you're dying to get off and relieve some tension...Stroke it, for me." Kimmy's expression went blank, then stunned, then self-conscious. Her face red like a strawberry, she pursed her lips and barely gave the tiniest, quickest shake with her head.
"I...I can't," she forced out, her voice tense. He gave her a legitimately confused look. His voice softening, he asked "Why not?..." Kimmy just gave another shake with her head. She winced. She couldn't say it, couldn't find the words, but jerking off right in front of him - all while he worked up a load to blast her mouth with, no less - just felt like too much. She could find the courage to get him off, but getting herself off, right in front of him, right after mouthing him, just felt, well...Too out-there, to put it lightly. That was a step too far into the deep end of the homoeroticism pool for Kimmy's fragile floaters.
Harret smirked, ruefully remarking "Are you sure? Hormone Day was designed to get you maids pent-up. Are you sure you want to bottle it up even more?" She gave a feeble little nod, a somewhat ashamed look drifting over her. She just couldn't go that last step. Her cock, meanwhile, begged for an appeal, pitifully throbbing around inside her underwear, raging against the wretched neglect she was showing the boys down under. Harret groaned, more harshly, this time. Finally, his quick stroking grew frantic. He gently pushed the palm of his free hand against her forehead, newly tilting her head back. She took the hint and immediately reopened her mouth like before, her nostrils flaring as she panted. He closed his eyes, tight.
Oh, God, here it came! Her first mouthful of spunk!
Harret groaned over her, hard. With her eyes up on his face, she couldn't see it coming, and when he brought his cock over her lips and fired that first streamer straight against the roof of her mouth, she flinched, closing her eyes as she lightly recoiled from his hand. He quickly pulled her back, and she opened her eyes, trying to look down at his prick. It flowed, fast and hard, straight into her mouth, each delicate splash marking a new contribution of hot, thick semen inside her freshly deflowered orifice. When she gave a slow, quiet whimper, the noise gurgled, which only had her eyelids easing shut as the burn spread to her ears.
Fuck fuck fuck. Cum in her mouth. There was fucking cum in her mouth. Hot and fresh.
A small bead of off-white seepage began to ooze through the damp fabric of her panties, collecting over her tip. She breathed hard through her nose, panting, her chest expanding and contracting with each huff. His baby-batter was thick, rich, warm with his body heat. Contrary to the popular tale, she couldn't say his seed tasted salty. She couldn't say it tasted like much of anything, but it definitely had a bit of a scent, and the blast of pheromones he gave off while he fertilized her nubile mouth threatened to drown the poor maid, to submerge her in her master's lust. The maids were his sluts, and now, she was no exception. She had joined the ranks of his cocksuckers...And, it tasted sweet.
When he was done dumping his load in her welcoming oral receptacle, he gave a shuddering groan, squeezed out the last couple droplets from his urethra right onto the end of her tongue, gave a shake over her mouth, then withdrew with a contented chuckle. She opened her eyes, slowly easing her dress back down, letting her uniform cover her lap, once again. When he gave her a little nod, his eyes half-closed and his lips smiling, he gently instructed "You know what you want to do." Kimmy withdrew her tongue and closed her mouth, nodding. He had definitely given her a bigger load than she could ever remember cumming, herself. The lion of a man had practically filled half of her mouth, all on his own, all in one shot. How much semen did he have, in there?...How much could an evening of sucking coax out, before he ran dry?
She briefly shut her eyes, giving the mildest wince as she, with surprising ease, crossed the mental threshold of swallowing spunk. She got it all down in one big gulp, sending that milky syrup straight down her gullet, coating her throat in his warm, tingly lust. In short order, her tummy would be gurgling in confusion at the foreign contribution she had taken in, but no matter. Plenty of protein for a growing girl, plenty of sperm to promote the new estrogen in her system. Once she had it all down, she opened her eyes with a sigh, looking up at him with a meek smile and a tender look in her eyes, hoping for some kind of approval. He gave her a warm smile, his body slowly deflating with a deep exhale.
She reached up, idly making the demure, effeminate gesture of touching her collarbone. Giving an embarrassed giggle, she smiled from ear to ear. Trying not to sound awkward, she mumbled "Y-You sure came a lot, huh?" His lips barely shifted. "Well, you did a good job," he playfully answered, his voice a low drawl. She blushed and smiled, momentarily looking down from his eyes in embarrassment, shyly turning her face away from him. Dear God, she had finally done it, hadn't she? She had just given her first blowjob...Then, swallowed somebody else's cum. This wasn't exactly how she had envisioned it happening, but...It had happened, right? It had been fun. That's what mattered, right?
She looked back up as he started tucking his lingering hard-on back inside his dress pants. He smiled, then casually said "Well, I think that finishes up our meeting. I'm really glad you're doing fine, here, Kimmy. Honestly. It means a lot to me that you're comfortable with what goes on, here. I'm sure Bev will be ecstatic that your first private consultation went well. This might sound overly sentimental, but, well...I really hope you enjoy being a part of the little family we have here, at House Venus." Kimmy smiled from ear to ear, holding back a titter. Knowingly, she murmured "Thanks...You know, I think I will."
When she stood up from the chair, she didn't even bother tugging down her uniform, although she did drift a hand near her tent, ready to cover it if need be. Harret smiled, politely gestured towards the door, and said "You can return to your duties, Kimmy. I'm sure Beverly told you, but there will be a visitor at House Venus..." He glanced at his wrist, easing up the sleeve of his suit jacket just a couple inches, revealing his watch. He raised an eyebrow. "...Very shortly, in fact. When the time comes, the maids will be required to greet the guest. Nothing too extravagant." He looked up at her as she opened the office door, turning to look at him by the doorway. He smiled, adding "We'll do this again, next time we have a meeting."
He winked. She went flush. Was that a proposition? Was the horny bastard scheduling a date for another blowjob? Kimmy gave a little titter, smiled, and meekly mumbled out "O-Okay. I think I can do that. Um...Good luck with your meeting, sir." He merely shrugged with his eyebrows. She turned and stepped outside, quietly shutting his office door behind herself. A fresh sweat broke out across her body as she simply stood there, hand lingering on the doorknob, smiling as she bit her lip. Whatever the fuck had just happened in there, it still had her quaking with adrenaline. Feeling so light she could skip, she walked away, trying not to bite her finger. God fucking damn it, was she horny.
Now she knew what Berri meant: that tense feeling in her taint was closing in on what she could only describe as a tube. Her pipes were getting clogged right the fuck up with backed-up slut-slime. If she didn't cum soon, she was going to get downright uncomfortable. Blue Balls Day had come a little early, it seemed, but Kimmy was still too high on her sexual milestone to fixate on that. Should she tell the others? What would they say, think? No, there was no point. They'd know what had gone on, in that office. They did it all the time, too, right? Still, Kimmy felt so giddy, she could barely contain herself.
She'd need to tell someone...Just, maybe not Berri. Sheesh.
~~End of Ch. 3~~
Chapter 4: Monday Afternoon - Picturing Love
Chapter Text
Kimmy's Maid Training
Part I ‑ "Greenhorn"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: November 18, 2016
When Kimmy returned to the maids' personal washroom, she found that, during her absence, Aisha the mocha-skinned beauty had already swept the floors, leaving them a bit slippery in sections. The scent of cleaner drifted out of the shower room, while Aisha, herself, was still busy wiping down the large vanity mirrors in the bathroom, cleaning off the dust and little fingerprints that occasionally dotted them. When Aisha noticed her, a knowing smile crept up on her face. All at once, that excitement and willingness to tell the whole, wide world about what she had done circled the drain, making way for meekness. Oh, Aisha knew what she had done. Kimmy's breathless smiling gave it away.
Kimmy barely had the time to help Aisha finish the mirrors before Beverly was coming for them yet again, calling them out to the main hall. There, they found the rest of the maids already gathered and in position, ready to greet the incoming guest. Kimmy and Aisha took up positions at the rears of the two rows lining the main hall's long rug, and everyone watched as Beverly stepped onto the rug at the front of the two rows, putting herself between the maids and the front door. "Listen up, everyone," Beverly instructed, the firm tone in her voice at odds with the smile on her face. She raised a hand and stuck out a finger, waving it left and right at them all. Raising her eyebrows, she simply ordered "First things first, this guest doesn't realize master Harret's maids aren't women in the traditional sense. Tuck your cocks, ladies. No tents, you hear me?"
Berri couldn't resist a remark. Out of the corner of her mouth, in a comically deep tone, she blurted out "Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?" Clara gave a restrained chortle, smiling to herself. Beverly raised her eyebrows higher, while her eyes simply closed to slits. A patient lilt in her voice, she answered "Yes, Berri, we're all very well aware that you have a great war face, but please, keep the remarks to a minimum, and please, tuck away your hard-on before you cause master Harret any embarrassment." Beverly closed her eyes, tilted her head to the side, gave a girly titter, and chirped "Or else I'll have to do it for you! 'Kay?"
Berri gave a groan. "Fiiine," she droned out. Kimmy subtly glanced around as each of the other maids reached into their uniforms and did what they could to smooth out their bulges, a task which ordinarily was likely not necessary, but with the particularly potent aphrodisiacs of Hormone Day keeping them rigid for extended periods of time, well, they were each rather visibly sticking out a doorstopper. Kimmy quickly joined in and did like the rest, although some part of her thought she wouldn't really need to, given her less-than-impressive size. Still, she followed their example and lined her slender dagger up along the waistband of her underwear, aiming her petite manhood towards the string at her hip.
Once they were all done, Beverly did the same, although with her skimpy uniform, she was walking on severely thin ice. As it was, a bit of an unusual shape bulged near the hem of her miniskirt, and anyone who wasn't abjectly clueless would probably figure out damn quick that Beverly was, as they say, rolling heavy. Still, with that big bust of her's on display in that tiny little bikini top, no doubt her chest would draw more than enough attention to keep eyes from wandering. Once she was all settled, Beverly held her hips, drew in a quick breath deep enough to raise her shoulders, then blew it back out with a big, cheery smile. "Okay, ladies," she chirped. "Remember: his name is "Mister Bryant." He's a business associate of master Harret's, so let's give him a really warm welcome."
Beverly raised her eyebrows, her beautiful blue eyes slowly shifting from face to face. "When I open the door, say hello, and try to do it in unison, okay? Always sounds good, and shows guests what kind of a good team, we are. Do me proud, ladies." A couple murmurs of agreement answered her, but Beverly was already looking up at nothing in particular. The LED over her earpiece started flickering, and after a few moments, she raised a hand, touched a button on the device, and said "Hello there! This is Beverly, Head Maid to David Harret. How may I help you?"
She let go of the button and waited a few moments, the little blue light over the black earpiece rapidly flickering for only a couple seconds before subsiding. As Beverly turned and walked towards the front door, she pressed the button on her earpiece one more time, saying "Yes he is, just one moment, please..." Kimmy watched with interest as Beverly stepped up to the front door of the estate, then leaned to the side and reached for a small device on the wall that Kimmy had never noticed, before. It looked like a standard household security panel, but when Beverly lifted up the lid, the underside lit up into a screen, displaying a camera feed aimed squarely at the mansion's front gate.
Beverly rapidly punched in a somewhat lengthy security code on the keypad, then thumbed one last button. Touching her earpiece, she offered a bubbly "Come right on up, mister Harret's expecting you!" Beverly watched and waited, then hit another button on the security panel, shut it, and stepped over to the front door. Everyone waited until there was a knocking, which Beverly was quick to answer. Opening the door a little, she trilled "You must be mister Bryant! I'm Beverly, it's nice to make your acquaintance. Welcome to House Venus!" As Beverly stepped aside and opened the door wider, a flutter filled Kimmy's tummy. Somebody new was going to see her in her maid uniform, but they'd be none the wiser of her secret.
A big, sparkling smile came up on Kimmy's face as she joined in with the rest of the maids, chiming out a friendly "Hello, mister Bryant!" The man in the doorway raised his eyebrows high, his eyes shifting from face to face. To look at him, you'd think he was a cookie cutter copy cut from the same cloth as every other stereotypical corporate man: short, conservative brown haircut, plain brown eyes, smooth-shaven face, utterly unmemorable features, and a black suit with a solid navy blue tie. He wasn't remarkable, besides the stunned look on his face. When a second figure walked into the doorway from beside him, however, and put her hands to her hips, the contemptible curl in her lip was quite a bit more eye-catching.
Beverly gave an embarrassed titter, adding "Oh, I didn't see you, there. I'm sorry, I didn't know that our guest would be bringing company. You must be missus Bryant!" The woman didn't even acknowledge Beverly, at first. Instead, her eyes trailed across the two rows of maids, further inside. "My God," she uttered in an airy tone, her voice low. "The rumours were true. How remarkably unprofessional." Kimmy's eyes shifted around. None of the other maids reacted to the woman's remark, although she spied a subtle eye roll from Clara. Kimmy's eyes shifted back to the apparent Mrs. Bryant.
The woman's haughtiness was openly reflected in her garb. Now, Courtney obviously thought highly of herself, but the good Mrs. Bryant was a different beast, altogether. The blessed God-Queen of all mankind was slim and trim, dressed in a svelte white dress with matching white heels, a fluffy chinchilla shawl draped around her shoulders. Her cheeks were a bit gaunt, making her cheekbones a bit more prominent, and her blonde hair was secured in a bun over the back of her head, kept in place with a bejewelled cameo. With diamond bangles on her wrists and a large sapphire broach on her dress, Kimmy had to admit, she looked like a million bucks. Now, if only she didn't act like she knew it.
The woman entered before her companion did, still eyeing the maids as she breathed "How in God's name has Harret been allowed to carry on, like this? I don't care if this is his home, he can't be allowed to run this...This rock star lifestyle. It's deplorable." She furrowed her brow and glanced back at, ostensibly, her husband. In a low mutter, she remarked "I knew it was a good idea to accompany you. No way in hell would I allow you alone, in here, for even one single minute. No wonder this situation has only ever been rumour in the man-cave - no doubt you and all your slack-jawed colleagues are all too giddy to join in on the fun to ruin it, for him. Disgusting." Kimmy spied Berri raise a hand, none-too-subtly mocking the woman by quietly clapping her hand around, pantomiming flapping gums.
Shelly was quick to throw her friend's hand back down. As the haughty Mrs. Bryant looked back at the maids, her evidently henpecked husband stepped inside, gave Beverly an apologetic smile, and said "Ah, yes, please, just call me Harry. This is not actually my wife, eh, h-her name's-" "Brandy," the woman dryly interrupted, arching an eyebrow. Beverly smiled and offered her hand to Harry, who gave her a polite handshake. When she offered her hand to Brandy, however, the woman glanced down and curled her lip, again. She looked so offended by the mere offer of a handshake from the bikini-clad maid that she could've been about two seconds away from spitting in her eye like a camel.
Beverly simply withdrew her hand without the slightest reaction. "Please, come this way," she asked, gesturing towards the grand stairway before going ahead and leading the way. The maids watched the two go, ignoring the disdainful looks Brandy shot around to all sides. As Beverly rose the stairs, she touched her earpiece, quietly saying "Mister Harret, your business associates are on their way...Yes, associates. Mister Bryant has brought company...Yes, very well." The trio swiftly disappeared into the second floor. As soon as they were gone and safely out of earshot, nearly every maid deflated, dropping the smiles they had ended up forcing. Clara immediately muttered aloud "...Can't stand a bitch that acts like her shit doesn't stink."
Shelly quietly sucked her teeth. "Typical female behaviour," she remarked, rolling her eyes. Courtney gave a sniff. Giving a quick, subdued swing with her head, throwing her bangs out of her eyes, she laconically declared "I feel awful for that man. He likely hasn't gotten any head in years." Berri snickered, at that. Hitomi drew in a breath, sighed it out, and raised her eyebrows. "Okay, well, I'm gonna go back to my work," she idly commented, walking off. "Yeah, suppose the show's over," Shelly chimed in, drifting away. Everyone else followed suit and departed, and while the two of them were on their way back to the bathrooms, Kimmy ventured to ask Aisha if visitors were a common occurrence.
Common enough, she answered. Almost every single one of them were men, however, and she'd be lying if she said that they typically weren't pleasantly surprised by the maids. Mostly, the same circle of associates paid visits, and they typically came alone, unless there was some sort of important business meeting or cocktail party taking place. This was the first time in about two years that Aisha could remember a visitor bringing along someone new, unannounced. A nosy wife who had heard rumours and wanted to leash her husband would've been one thing, but if Brandy were simply Harry's mistress or lady friend, then as far as Aisha was concerned, the prissy little princess was overstepping her boundaries.
Then again, given her attitude, that likely was not an uncommon occurrence, for her. Kimmy could only giggle, at that. Back in the bathroom, the two quickly finished up the more manageable chores, but then the time came to get down and dirty in the shower room. In order to keep their uniforms from getting wet, the two of them stripped down to their underwear, and then, armed with brushes and spray bottles, they stepped into the showers and began the back-breaking work of scrubbing every inch of flooring and walling that they could reach.
The menial labour was tough and time-consuming, but then, such was the work of a maid, and after her flub the day before with the glass cases in Harret's galleries, Kimmy was determined to do the job right, and all without a peep of protest or complaint, to boot. She was going to get this done properly, no matter how long it took, and prove to Aisha - and possibly Beverly, if she noticed - that she could be a productive member of the team, capable of carrying her own weight.
By the time dinner rolled around, the duo's work was finished. Kimmy couldn't stop smiling as she and Aisha washed their hands and returned their supplies to the custodial closet. Scrubbing down the showers had really worked her into a sweat, and she had to admit, she was really looking forward to a hot dinner and an equally hot shower. She and Aisha had gotten that bathroom so clean it sparkled, and she couldn't deny a real sense of accomplishment, of satisfaction, in seeing their hard work pay off. After all that work, she was ready to just put her feet up and relax.
Dinner that night consisted of a big BLT sandwich, a small salad, and a bit of lasagna, accompanied by, yet again, more of those potent little vitamins, flooding the maids with just the right cocktail of chemicals to help bring out their inner girls. During the meal, Beverly checked in with Kimmy on how her day had gone, and Kimmy could only smile. "No complaints," she cheerfully offered. Beverly gave a big smile and teased her with a perky rub over the back of her head, making her smirk and shirk away. Berri grinned and remarked that a little bird had told her she had had her first meeting with Harret, that afternoon. How had it gone, she prodded?
"I'm not tellin' you nothin', Berri," Kimmy remarked, glancing up at her, smirk growing. A few knowing chortles drifted across the table, turning Kimmy's face pink. Beyond that, however, there wasn't really much to speak of in the way of teasing, much to Kimmy's relief. She supposed that should've made sense. After all, Beverly had mentioned that "private consultations" with Harret were more or less a daily occurrence. She could only wonder who had visited him after her, if anyone even had, as well as what they might've done. Little did she realize that, in short order, she'd have her answer...As well as face the same saucy exposure, herself.
With their day winding down to a close, the maids trudged off for the showers, and much to Kimmy's contentment, Beverly did, indeed, notice the work she and Aisha had put in, and praised the both of them for their hard work. Kimmy was still fairly shy about undressing around the others, but the laidback attitude they all had about it, that nonchalantness about being naked with each other, made it easy to just let go of her anxiety and follow the herd, even if each and every one of the maids were sporting massive erections from dinner's pills.
Beverly, brandishing a measuring stick, again led the maids over to the Auto-Blow for their evening pump session. Sadly, with Oral Day out of the way, they again skipped the blowjob portion and went straight to the stretching, but Kimmy didn't mind all that much. She still remembered what came after the evening shower. Each girl put in their time with the pumper and had their dongs measured, although nobody showed any growth. As Beverly put it, everybody had already peaked.
Kimmy, again last, came up to the machine. With considerably less anxiety than the day before, she adjusted the Auto-Blow to her height, took the machine's handles, and slid right on in that pink, lube-dripping hole. Beverly hit the switch, and when that suction kicked in, when it started ramping up in sucking puffs, Kimmy's face briefly contorted into a wince before devolving into a blank look of satisfaction. Her eyes lightly closed, her mouth lightly hanging ajar, her breathing escalated as her cock grew hotter, pulsed harder, throbbed more intensely, and finally, began to numb.
In a shudder, she breathed out "G-God, that fuh...Feels kinda good..." "I bet," Beverly remarked, smirking to herself. She killed the device a moment later, and all too quickly, Kimmy's intimate time with the fuck-toy was over. Kimmy opened her eyes, looking down at the Auto-Blow in a bit of a daze. She slowly eased her hips back, letting out a steamy sigh as she broke the suction seal against her crotch and slid her prick on out of the device's orifice. Her eyes barely came alert. The new maid gave a couple quick blinks in rapid succession, staring down at her tool. No way.
Had she gotten even bigger? Was this a dream? Couldn't be. It'd be one hell of a long, labour-intensive dream, if it was. Beverly tittered at the look on Kimmy's face. "Turn this way, hon," she prodded. Kimmy did as her Head Maid bade. With a click of her tongue, Beverly brought the measuring stick down between them, lining up the ruler alongside Kimmy's little red rocket. She smiled from ear to ear, raised her eyebrows, and gave a trill. "Well, would you look at that," she cooed.
"Four and a half inches. It's not a full inch, like yesterday, but it's still something. You're almost average, now!" Kimmy's face instantly sizzled a deep, humiliated crimson. Almost average? Beverly glanced up at her face. Uh-oh. Wrong choice of wording. Realizing her slip, she raised her eyebrows, tilted her head to the side, and gave her a remorseful look. "Aww, I didn't mean it like that, babe, I'm sorry," she quickly offered, her voice a bit of a girlish whine.
Kimmy dropped her chin, a little. She nearly flinched when Beverly slipped the ruler aside and gave her entire crotch, cock and balls alike, a gentle patting with her hand, simultaneously leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. The burn in Kimmy's face flushed to her ears as she looked up at her, a pitiful pout on her face. The beautiful Aryan smiled widely, giving an adorable little titter at Kimmy's blush. "Go on," she urged. "Take a shower. We're getting in a jerk-off break after, and then it's lights out." Kimmy gulped, but nodded. Of course, she didn't stray far. For a second time that day, she hung around and quietly observed Beverly get in her pumping, eyeing the tall blonde's big, pillowy ass as she had her way with the fuck-toy.
A dreamy look came over the trappy maid. Eyes glazed, mouth hanging open, drool threatening to run down her chin, she eyed the Aryan's long, smooth legs up to those thick, creamy thighs, punctuated in the gap between by the dense balls in her big beanbag, drooping just under that fat, round ass of her's. If Kimmy weren't so out of it, she probably would've started stroking herself, but as it was, she didn't even realize she was on the verge of being caught, even as Beverly turned off the machine and slipped her cock free with a cute little sigh. Kimmy could only watch as, her back turned to the rest of the bathroom, the Head Maid brought the ruler down and measured herself. It was torture, not being able to see her do it; Kimmy bit her lip so hard, she could've split skin.
Setting the ruler atop the Auto-Blow, Beverly turned around, her veiny, syrup-coated dipstick giving a swing across her lap in the process. When she saw Kimmy still standing there, she gave a little start, then started grinning. "Aww, waiting for me, again?" She asked, to which Kimmy nodded. Beverly gave an airheaded giggle. The knowing way she arched an eyebrow had realization dawning over Kimmy: Beverly saw right through her. The Head Maid walked over, innocently cooing "I told you, you don't need to wait up, for me. You keep this up, I might get the impression you're just staring at my ass!" Kimmy raised her eyebrows, waved her hands, and stammered out "N-No, it's not like that-"
Beverly turned her around by the shoulder, making her face the showers. When a hand clapped her on the ass, Kimmy yelped, jumped up on her tippy-toes, and jerked several steps forwards. "Get moving, hon," Beverly remarked, chuckling. Kimmy, red-faced, followed orders without a glance back. Likely because it was Hormone Day, that night's shower was a fair bit longer than the previous night's. Whatever personal grooming the maids needed to do, including shaving of potentially sensitive zones, they did so as a group, right there in the shower room. A multitude of hair care products were used, and Aisha was all too happy to instruct Kimmy on the pros and cons of each.
When the shower was over, the maids all dried themselves off, but instead of promptly heading off like the day before, they all stuck around for a couple extra minutes and rubbed skin care cream across their bodies, filling the bathroom with the delicate fragrance of aloe. At last, using and wearing their towels in varying methods, the maids walked back over to their dorm. Once inside, Beverly shut the door, threw her towel to her bed, and held her hips, watching and waiting for everyone to return to their respective beds. Hitomi, sitting over the edge of her bed, gave Beverly a pouty look, blurting out "Oh, c'mon, Bev! Don't tell me jerk-off time is cancelled, again!"
"What?" Clara snapped, instantly glaring. "No, no, it's not," Beverly reassured, raising her eyebrows. Smiling wider, she added "I just want everyone to get comfortable before I explain things, for Kimmy." "Oh!" Hitomi peeped, grinning. "Great!" She added, scooching back onto her bed until she could lie down, dropping her head into her pillow. Kimmy glanced around. Pretty swiftly, everyone was in position, lying over their backs on their beds, heads at their pillows, eyes on the ceiling. Kimmy's eyes shifted upwards. Slowly, she pieced it all together. Those small screens set in the ceiling, over the head of each bed...They weren't for watching movies in bed. Not in the traditional sense, at least. They were for...
Kimmy's jaw began to ease open. Beverly, still standing by the dorm door, looked at Kimmy from across the room, smiled, and clapped her hands together, threading her fingers between each other. "Okay, Kimmy," she cooed, "welcome to the last part of the day, our jerk-off break. If the name didn't give it away, this is the part where we reward ourselves for the day's hard work by indulging in a little bit of porn and, well, petting ourselves." Although Kimmy started to blush at the idea, a shy little smile crept up on her face, especially when some of the maids started up a low chant.
"Jerk-off break...Jerk-off break...Jerk-off break. Jerk-off break! Jerk-off break!"
Clara, Berri, Shelly, and Hitomi all started quietly, but each time they said it, they raised their voices a little more, and in no time at all, Kimmy was flushed and looking at Beverly for mercy. Beverly, smiling from ear to ear at their antics, dryly spoke over them, quickly enough hushing them. "Alright, girls, that's enough. Settle down." Kimmy heard Hitomi give a giggle. She lightly cleared her throat and anxiously preened her bangs, but watched Beverly attentively as the Head Maid continued.
The Aryan gave a rather earnest smile, raising her eyebrows as she enthusiastically said "It's not as perverted as it might sound. It serves a lot of practical purposes! For one, it gets us sleepy. I mean, duh, that's the most important part. Most of us can't even fall asleep if we don't rub one out. But, there's other perks." Beverly tilted her head to the side, raised a hand, and began to stick out fingers as she rhymed off reasons. "It's healthy, secondly. Third, after a long, hard day's work, we deserve it, don't we? A little relief for the boys down under? Sure we do! A little personal time never hurt anyone!"
"Fourth, it's a bonding experience! We all jerk off with each other, hear each other moan, get off to the same porn - it's a sharing experience. Lastly, as a group activity, we make a game of it, hee-hee!" Beverly gave a giggle, making the demure gesture of bringing her hand to her mouth, her eyes half-closed with mirth as she covered her lips. Kimmy wiped some perspiration from her forehead with the back of her hand. Oh, God. Putting this whole thing under the pretense of an innocent "game" somehow made it all so much more raunchy.
Everyone disregarding the blatant sexuality of it as if it were a casual tickle fight sent a quake down Kimmy's spine. Yeah, let's all just strip naked, watch porn together, and jerk ourselves silly until we're blowing loads of cum everywhere. Hell, let's just feed each other our protein shots, why not? Don't want it to go to waste! Nothing wrong with that, right? It's just better fap material! It's just a game, it doesn't mean anything! We're just a bunch of maids, unwinding after our workday! What could be weird about blowing off some steam, together?
Anticipation made Kimmy wiggle in her spot, at the edge of her bed. Beverly momentarily dropped her chin, continuing. "The game is, while we're jacking off, we take it at our own pace. You can go as fast as you want, as slow as you want, whatever you want. Two-fist it, if you're big enough. Who cares? Just have fun! However, when you cum, you have to announce it. You have to say it out loud so that everyone can hear. This plays into the second part of the game: the first one to cum is the "loser," and has to get the box of tissues and clean everyone else up when they cum."
At that, Beverly pointed to the back of the room, way out from all the occupied beds. Kimmy glanced over. On a small desk, set in the corner by the dorm's full-body mirror, there sat a readied box of tissues, merely awaiting the moment to soak up every drop those naughty maids unleashed. Kimmy looked back over and tried to say something, but all that came out was a tiny warble, and Beverly continued. She grinned and said "The last person to cum is the "winner," and they get the reward of, for the next day's jerk-off break, they get to use lube. The idea is, it's more fun and it rewards their endurance, but it'll also probably make it harder for them to win a second time, so somebody else gets a better chance at the good stuff."
Beverly gave a quick titter, draping her hand over the center of her chest, just above her cleavage. As modestly as she could, she added "Now, I won the wank contest on Saturday, two weeks ago. Since we skipped last night's jerk-off break, I'll get to use lube tonight, instead." Beverly cocked out a hip, held her waist, and put out a foot in a pose. Smiling from ear to ear, she concluded with an airheaded "And, that's about it! Not much more to it, than that. Think you got all that?" Kimmy just stared at her for a couple seconds, somewhat wide-eyed. Slowly, she gave a few nods, her voice a cracking whimper as she squeaked "Uh...Uh-huh?..."
"Great!" Beverly immediately chirped, grinning. She reached her hand over to the light switch panel for the dorm, but this time, when she hit a switch, the lights didn't go out - all the screens set in the ceiling came alive, instead. "Places, everybody!" Beverly excitedly cooed, hurrying over to her own bed, hopping on to get comfortable. Kimmy raised her eyebrows as she tilted her head back a little, looking up at the ceiling. The screens were already showing an image of some sort, alongside some text big enough to read from down in the beds.
Kimmy's eyes darted back down. The rest of the maids were already reaching over and grabbing their pricks with their hand of choice, each of them relaxing into their beds, sprawled out and comfortable. Some put their free hands behind their heads. Some touched their stomachs, or even a breast. Shelly briefly sat back up, leaned over, and loudly spat down against her cock, grumbled contentedly, then laid back down. Kimmy just kind of sat there for a moment, body already trembling with raw adrenaline. A potent mixture of nervousness and excitement kept her rooted, unable to budge a muscle, unsure of what to do, whether or not she should go along with the game.
Sucking Harret off had been one thing - the two of them had been alone with each other. That, alone, had been a giant step, for her. But now, she was supposed to masturbate with a bunch of shemales? What if she lost?!
Aisha, lying down in the bed next to her's, turned her head and looked over. She raised an eyebrow at Kimmy, then offered a sweet smile. Kimmy looked at her, her nostrils flaring. Her eyes went glassy at the sight. Oh...That curvy, Nubian goddess looking over at her, dark hair thrown out across her pillow, tits helplessly spilling onto her arms as she gently held her own prick around the base, ready to pump herself into a milky mess...When Aisha mouthed "Lie down, hon," Kimmy needed a second, but then silently acquiesced. Go with the flow. Be part of the team. This was okay, wasn't it?
There was a rule about fraternization, after all. If this didn't violate the rule, then...If it was just a game to them all, then...After all, they weren't even looking at her, they were looking at the porn...Right? Kimmy laid down over her bed, getting herself into position. She brought the back of her head to her pillow and pulled her bed sheets over until they were up to her knees. As she looked up to the screen positioned over her bed, a fairly generic electronica song started to play from the screens, filling the dorm with music. Kimmy raised her eyebrows. A Latino transsexual porn star she could recognize, but not place the name of, stood in a pose on the right side of the screen, showcasing some black lingerie over a pink background.
Just next to her, filling the rest of the screen, were big bubble letters that read "Ready for your reward, maids? It's jerk-off time!" Kimmy nervously fidgeted, blinking a couple times as she shifted over her bed. She'd be lying through her teeth if she said she didn't need this. She fucking did, more than anything else, she did. If she were at home, she'd be spending the next hour or two masturbating over and over again, milking herself of every last drop until she was sweating and drained. The need aching and pulsating in her cock, that stuffy tenseness in her beanbag, that damn wince-inducing tightness in her taint...Not to mention the embarrassing clenches in her backdoor...Were all her body's way of griping and complaining. She needed to get the fuck off.
She couldn't remember the last time she had been so nail-bitingly horny for so long, but the silver lining had been, with it being her standard condition for the day, she had had the opportunity to acclimate, a little...Sort of. If she tried, she could ignore it, try to endure. Thinking about it made it difficult...And now, it was impossible. If she could just get over the hurdle of jerking off in the same room as a bunch of shemales while they, too, joined in, she could finally get off...And, provided that she didn't cum first like a wimp, she could even have someone clean her up before she rolled over and fell asleep. Maybe tomorrow, she'd be able to refuse, but for now, she just needed to go with the flow.
Kimmy briefly closed her eyes as she willed herself to let go. A moment later, her hand went down and found somewhere warm.
When she opened her eyes, the text over the screen had changed, as had the model. Now, the text read "Take off those pretty pink bows, gurls! Get ready to stroke!" Kimmy blinked. She raised her head and looked downwards. She had practically forgotten the damn thing. Bringing the other hand down, she gently undid the bow Beverly had given her, shifting her stiff prick around as she untied the knot and pulled the ribbon away, only to drop it over the side of her bed. When Kimmy looked back up, the text had changed once again, and this time, it read "Let's start with something easy! A nice blowjob scene!"
The screen briefly faded to white, then faded back to a fairly generic porn video, all things considered. The view was from the man's point of view, and a cute, twenty-something caramel-toned girl was just starting to blow the guy, her puffy lips sliding across the crown of his cock as she looked straight into the camera. Immediately, a couple quiet groans filled the dorm. Kimmy looked off through the corners of her eyes. She couldn't hear them working it, so to speak, but the game had obviously started. Kimmy looked back up to the screen. After a couple seconds, her arm started shifting. Her eyelids flickered, then eased half-way closed. Her lips parted, a crack. Oh God, there it was. That feeling she had needed, craved. Oh, yeah...
The scene kept going for about three minutes before the screen faded to white. When it faded back, Kimmy's eyes widened. A new blowjob scene was starting, and this time, it was from the woman's point of view. A muscular man stood, waiting, as the camera crawled over to him, level with his rigid prick. It came up by his tool, and as the tip disappeared under the lens, the man's stomach flexed in a deep breath. The camera went in deep to his crotch, and when it withdrew, his cock was slathered in saliva. Kimmy couldn't believe what she was seeing. Jesus Christ. People made videos from the sucker's point of view? How had they done that?
Her arm uncontrollably sped up, a little. She heard Berri give a loud groan. Shortly after, Shelly gave a steamy sigh. Slowly, the telltale sounds of masturbation became apparent, but at first, it was merely the soft tapping of arm against side. It wouldn't be long before that changed. After a couple minutes of that particular video, the screen faded to white, then turned pink. Again, a transsexual model appeared on the screen, posing by new text. "Good job keeping it back, gurls! No quickshots, now! That was easy mode! Let's crank it up a little, shall we? Why don't we check in and see what each of you have been doing, the last few workdays?"
Kimmy's eyes widened. A nervous knot appeared in her stomach. Uh-oh. Did that mean what she thought it meant? The screen faded to white, and when colour returned, it depicted Harret's office from a somewhat elevated angle, pointing down at his desk. Kimmy's nostrils flared. She stared, eyes glazed. The music subsided, allowing the noises of the footage to play out...And noises, there certainly were, what with an entirely nude Aisha leaning over Harret's desk, furiously masturbating as he took her from behind.
Immediately, Aisha gave a trembling groan. Evidently, she enjoyed the memory, because Kimmy couldn't help overhearing a fast "pap-pap-papping" begin to rise from her bed. Courtney, too, gave a gentle, high-pitched moan. The sounds of Harret's lap slapping into Aisha's ass blared through the screens, echoing throughout the dorm, the big man holding his mocha-skinned maid tight by her shapely hips as he reamed her out. One hand planted down on his desk, the sweat on her face matting down some of her bangs, her eyes shut tight, the Nubian beauty's mouth trembled open as she gave a long, quiet groan, slowly hanging her head down in the process.
Evidently, whenever this tryst had taken place, it had gone on for a good while, because her entire body looked moist with perspiration from the exertion of the sweet, sweet anal coitus. In the video, Aisha had the one hand down at her rigid prick, pulling at herself hard enough to slap her fist into her crotch. Evidently, the pummelling she was taking to the keister was too distracting, because she seemed to be having difficulty maintaining her grace; her arm spasmed erratically, jerking sporadically, clumsily. Harret, eyes closed, mouth ajar, intensified his thrusting, and Aisha raised her head back up, her mouth hanging open wider.
For the first time since Kimmy had met the woman, she heard her legitimately raise her voice. When Harret gave a groan and slowed his thrusting, Aisha abruptly gave a loud, harsh moan, nearly curling her lip up like an animal. Even from the viewpoint of the camera, it was clear to see the streams fling themselves from the tip of her cock, sneezing against the edge of his desk as the maid descended into a body-rocking orgasm. Harret gave a little chuckle, panting as he reached a hand around her and gave one of her breasts a little squeeze. Relief washed over Aisha's face as all the tension left her body. Her brow unknit as her open mouth curved into a smile. Panting, she trembled, her voice softening considerably as she gave a little giggle, then a purr.
Berri gave a groan. Beverly gave an audible sigh. The sounds of masturbation became better defined, and now, it was easy to hear the sounds of fists clapping into laps, alongside the rather distinct "shick-shick-shick" of Beverly's lube. Text popped up on the screen: "Creampie for Aisha! Let's fast-forward to yesterday! What did Beverly do?" Kimmy's arm started pumping faster. Oh God, yes, what had Beverly done? She needed to know! Swiftly, the screen faded out, and when it came back in, a new video was playing, this time from a different angle. Now, Harret was seated in his desk chair, leaning back and relaxing, a subdued look of ecstasy on his face.
His pants were open, and Beverly, that curvaceous beauty, was kneeling between his opened knees, head provocatively bobbing back and forth fast enough to send her thick blonde locks shifting on either side of her face. She was slurping so hard that the camera had actually been able to pick up the sounds, Harret's heavy breathing acting purely as background noise by comparison. Well, she had the title of "Head Maid," after all - only made sense for her to be good at her namesake. Hitomi gave a whimper. Shelly, in particular, moaned hard at the sight. Text popped up at the bottom of the screen: "Bev could suck-start a leaf blower! Ask her for a BJ on Blue Balls Day!"
"I fucking will," Berri blurted out, earning a short chuckle from Clara. Kimmy stared unblinkingly, utterly unable to tear her eyes away. The only time she closed her eyes was when they crossed and lost focus. The wet sounds of Beverly's lips passing back and forth over that big cock, the soft moans she'd give when she exhaled, it was almost too much, for Kimmy. She beat herself off right to the edge, then slowed down and edged herself, biting her lip. Harret started to hang his head back, groaning hard as his Head Maid kept sucking straight into his orgasm. Beverly audibly giggled against his cock, continuing to spit-polish his knob until she was certain she had gotten every drop. Only slowly did she throttle back her head movements, prompting Harret to place a hand over her head and sigh, keeping her down until he had had enough.
"Mouthful for Bev! Bad gurl Berri, on the other hand, needed punishment!"
Courtney gave a shuddering exhale. Clara purred. Kimmy watched as the new clip played. When the text had mentioned "punishment," Kimmy had imagined something a little gentler, so when she saw something rougher, she couldn't help but finally moan. First, Berri was down on the floor, on her knees with her shoulders so low, the side of her face touched the wood floor. Harret was over her like an animal, firmly crushing his lap against her ass, taking her like a naughty bitch. The screen wiped, and then, Berri was bent low over Harret's desk, feet spaced wide apart as he rammed her from behind so hard, her whole body jolted against the edge of the desk, rattling his phone and pen holder.
"Bad gurls get stretches! Open your legs, gurls! Reach down and rub your little assholes! Don't leave Berri all alone, now!"
Kimmy heard bed sheets shift. A couple of the bedframes creaked as, presumably, positions were assumed. Kimmy just groaned and followed the herd. She opened her knees and splayed her thick thighs like the slut she was, like the slut she wanted to be, opening her legs for the invisible man she fantasized over herself. She needed to edge again, but then she was reaching her free hand down, gently stroking across her tight beanbag until she could probe a couple fingers down lower. When she found her rosebud, she closed her eyes and groaned, briefly turning her head to the side as she uncontrollably clenched, down under. The contact was almost too much, for her. When she opened her eyes again and looked back up, she found that the scene had changed, yet again.
Now, Harret had a completely naked Berri up against the window, pressing her tits into the glass as he reamed her out. The pale, punky maid moaned and groaned as her tailpipe was aggressively violated, the big man disciplining his misbehaving employee the only way she'd learn her lesson: by dominating her big, cushiony ass until the rebellious maid was forced to pop her top. Between thrusts, Harret declared "No!...More!...Stealing!...Got it?!..." "Yes!" Berri gasped, her voice catching in another gasp as she tried moaning. Clara groaned at the explicit power dynamic between the two, evidently enjoying seeing her friend learn a lesson in humility. Berri gave a few quiet, quaking moans as she exhaled. Apparently, she had enjoyed the discipline a little more than she might've ordinarily let on.
Harret's thrusting slowed down, then came to a sudden stop, the big man hilting his maid as he blew his load right up her velvety confines. Berri nearly squealed, her body going rigid and tense until he was done. Harret slipped his cock out of her, leaving behind a red, well-stretched ring, yawning a little as it gave feeble flexes between the punky maid's thick cheeks. Berri, panting, stood up from the window, nearly losing her balance and stumbling as she turned back around to face Harret. The camera was able to get a good, clear view of the nice, long streaks on the windows, running low in transparent rivulets all the way down to the windowsill. Harret took Berri by the hip with one hand, the chin with the other, and tilted her head back as he leaned in.
When he kissed her, she closed her eyes and hummed contentedly, raising her hands to hold his waist. Beverly's voice sent a quake down Kimmy's spine as it came up in a moan, the Aryan's silky voice a gentle coo as her lubed hand audibly shifted faster.
"Be a good gurl, Berri!"
"I...I fucking will," Berri said aloud, considerably less aggressively than before. The video faded to white, one more time. The next string of text that appeared was precisely what Kimmy had been dreading, ever since the exposure had begun: "Let's see how the new maid did! Let's all give Kimmy an extra loud round of applause to feel nice and welcome! Pick up the pace, gurls!" Kimmy's stomach was already tingling with embarrassment, but what happened next had her borderline humiliated. Almost every single one of the maids moaned or groaned, and the slapping of hand against crotch grew loud. Now, all of the other maids were really ramping up the pressure, escalating their individual paces twofold, mercilessly stroking themselves from root to tip.
Kimmy had no time to adjust to the idea before the video started playing. As soon as she saw herself on the screen, seated and enthusiastically bobbing her head back and forth inside a standing Harret's lap, she uncontrollably shuddered out a moan. Her face burned so hot, it could've lit a match. Had she really looked like that, while she did it? Clara, in particular, moaned hard, and Kimmy thought she could hear Hitomi mumble something aloud in Japanese, reverting to her native tongue as the pleasure wiped her mind. Dew collected at the corners of Kimmy's eyes. Part of her didn't want to watch, part of her didn't want anybody else to watch. Part of her wanted to pull her pillow over her face and pretend this wasn't happening.
The only thing that made the breach of privacy and trust somewhat acceptable was the knowledge that it happened to everyone else, too. Even then, however, it wasn't exactly a nice thing to experience. However...Her boundaries and comfort zone had already been thoroughly ignored, utterly apathetically and without offering any time to adjust, and hearing all of the other maids make so much noise...Make so much noise over her...Getting off so hard to her...Some part of her must've gone full circle and flipped from humiliated to exhilarated, because she found herself giving a breathless huff of a chuckle, smiling nearly from ear to ear.
The dew trickled from the corners of her eyes as she sped up her stroking, joining the other maids in their escalated pace. She felt a spurt of fluid abruptly lube up the tip of her cock, and it only had her moaning. Her legs shifted against her bed as she kept rubbing her rosebud, using her own oozed pre-cum as a short-lived lube while she pumped her cock faster and faster. Her beanbag roiled, subtly bouncing up and down between her juicy thighs until it started to tighten up. The video continued for a minute until Harret jerked off into Kimmy's mouth, and by that point, Kimmy was out of it. Her eyelids were flickering, and she had to fight to keep them open, fight to keep from blacking out.
"An inaugural mouthful for Kimmy! Good job, honey! How does Courtney stack up?"
Kimmy could only watch as the video shifted. Now, Harret stood by the door to his office, and squatting down in front of him was none other than the posh, haughty Brit, her platinum blonde hair swaying as she held his thighs and pumped her head back and forth over his lap, loudly sucking away at his prick. Not only had she stripped nude, giving the camera a good angle shot of her thick rear, but when she went in deep and momentarily deepthroated him, her cock visibly bounced with excitement, even as she gave a brief gag. Kimmy had to grit her teeth. Her eyes crossed, again. She managed to hold out until Harret eased her head back and started jerking off, groaning harshly as he blew his load across her pretty face.
She gasped, then started to smile. One eye closed from a rope of cum, she halfheartedly chastised him, purring "Oh, Harret, you dog." He merely chuckled.
"Money shot for Courtney!"
The term "money shot" was practically a codeword for Kimmy's floodgates. Her toes curled. Her every exhale became a loud, urgent whimper. The tightness in her crotch burned to a new intensity.
"I...Oh, fuck! Aw, fffuck! I can't hold it!"
She screwed her eyes shut tight as the cream began blowing up her urethra. She held her breath, refusing to stop stroking as the seed pumped from her prick, flying free in erratic spurt after spurt than ran down her fist and wrist in thick, hot flows. She sucked in a gasp, tilting her head back against her pillow as she let loose a long, loud groan. She brought her hand up from between her thighs and cupped her own balls, insistently rolling them around as her stroking grew wet, messy, filling the air with the sounds of her cock-petting. Finally, after several moments, after sprinkling a hot spattering of droplets over her convulsing tummy, the trappy maid had at last stopped squirting with such wanton abandon.
Breathing hard, Kimmy raised her head, looking down with bleary eyes. She almost couldn't believe what she saw. She grinned and gave a breathless giggle, raising her eyebrows. Holy shit, had that all really come from her? What happened? She couldn't remember cumming like that...Pretty much ever, actually! The top of her fist was covered over in a frothy layer of spunk, with a trickle running back onto her wrist as well as another heading down her fingers. The front of her beanbag was warm with some seed, while her smooth-shaven mons was messy with ooze...Not to mention the spurts that had fired up high enough to arch back down to her quivering belly.
Clara's voice rose up over the "flap-flop-plopping" of sperm-heavy balls slapping thighs. "You know the rules, Kimmy!" Kimmy went red. That she did. No need to remind her. She had cum first. She had lost. Now, she had to clean everyone else up when they came. Was this an indignity, or a thrill? Either way, she didn't disobey. She rose up from her bed, treating herself to the sight of those two rows of beds, each topped with a curvy transsexual, each furiously masturbating their meaty dicks to the erotica on the ceiling. Kimmy may have been freshly sated, but her prick refused to quit.
Dripping, leaking to the floor, Kimmy quietly groaned as she shuffled her way around her bed and over to the rear of the dorm, making the walk of shame to the tissue box. It wasn't long after she had grabbed the box that somebody else was moaning urgently - now that the loser had been decided, there was less pressure to hold out. From across the dorm, Kimmy heard Hitomi give a high-pitched "Ohh!...Unghh...S-Sugoi...Nngh! Iku! Ohhh!" Kimmy tried not to waste time. In the afterglow, she couldn't really feel much shame or embarrassment. She was still too flooded with endorphins to feel anything too negative. As quickly as she could, she snatched out a bunch of tissues and wiped herself off as well as she could, doing the best job she could as quickly as possible.
Once she was suitably dried of her own unusually rich semen, she hurried over to the other end of the dorm, bouncing along on the balls of her feet. She moved between the two rows of masturbators until she reached Hitomi's bed, coming up beside the panting maid. Hitomi, face flushed and eyes rolling around, mumbled something in Japanese as she helplessly laid there and caught her breath, too exhausted to do much more than register Kimmy's presence. Kimmy swallowed as she eyed Hitomi's flagging hard-on, her skin dark with engorgement. Multiple ropes of spunk were smeared across Hitomi's belly, including a good bit that had pooled into her navel. Girl could pack a punch.
Kimmy quickly pulled out some tissues and started wiping down Hitomi's tummy. The cute maid simply laid there and let Kimmy do her work, closing her eyes as she breathed through her mouth. Kimmy's face burned as her lips quavered around. The afterglow was wearing off, and now, the realization was really kicking in: she was cleaning up somebody else's fresh cum. She didn't know how she felt. It was just too much to digest. In a way, she was in shock. She hesitated for a moment, then gingerly held Hitomi's cock between a few fingers as she dabbed at it with her moist clump of tissues, directly cleaning off the other maid's member.
Not long after, Aisha was calling out "Unngh...Kimmy! I'm cumming!" "C-Coming," Kimmy called back, pulling free more tissues as she scurried over. Aisha was in much the same shape as Hitomi, albeit just a little less fatigued. Perspiration making her cleavage glisten, her easing erection laid back against her, nearly long enough to reach her navel. Smears were across her stomach, her hand, and even across her left breast, leaving the chocolate globe raked by two long, alabaster lines of her liquid masculinity. Her eyes half-closed, she breathed through her mouth deeply, slowly, quietly watching Kimmy do her work. When she was done, she quietly thanked her, but the trappy maid was far too embarrassed to answer.
Berri lasted a bit longer than Aisha, but she still couldn't hold out any better than fourth place. Kimmy looked over as the punky maid gasped out "Mmf! Clean-up on aisle one!" The trappy maid held back a giggle as she hurried her way over, pulling tissues free from the box. She found Berri breathing heavily with a fatigued look on her face, but when she saw Kimmy come by and stand over her, she gave a big smile, chuckling to herself. She gave her newest friend a wink, trying not to giggle as she purred out a simple "Heya..." Kimmy just gave a shaky smirk, trying not to let her face go red. Oh, what's a little cum-cleaning between friends, right?
Berri's pale breasts gave a faint jiggle as the curvy little thing let out a quake, shuddering out a huff as the afterglow settled upon her. First, Kimmy wiped down Berri's hand, which the poor girl hadn't been able to help spilling her slop all over, before pulling out more tissues for the real mess slathered all over her smooth-shaven mons. Berri just laid there and let Kimmy do her work, watching her friend with a contended little smile. Once Berri's naughtiness had been soaked up, she patted Kimmy's thigh, then quietly teased "Bet you never expected to do this when we first met, huh?" Kimmy arched an eyebrow at her. She smirked, flicked Berri's hand off, and walked off to dispose of the soiled tissues.
Next, it was Courtney. The Brit gave a high gasp, then shuddered out "M-My dear, I'm done!" Kimmy rushed over, quickly looking Courtney over with glazed eyes and pursed lips, surveying the damage. The beautiful platinum blonde was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her puffy lips hanging open as she recovered, her hefty bust heaving and shifting with every deep breath she sucked in. The posh bombshell was actually still stroking her cock as Kimmy came up to her, relentlessly milking herself, ensuring she got out every last droplet before calling it quits. Finally, with a quiet shiver, she unhanded herself and let Kimmy get to work.
For such a snooty woman, Courtney could really bust a man's nut. With stomach slathered, with shaft and balls soaked, with hand coated, Kimmy had the distinct honour of cleaning up a load so big, it almost seemed like the shemale hadn't gotten to cum in a couple weeks. When she was done, Courtney, eyes closed as she rested, smiled and purred "Thank you, darling..." Kimmy couldn't help but beam at the genuine gratitude in Courtney's voice, a sheepish titter catching in her throat. It took a minute for the next load to finish baking, and when it did, it was Shelly. Kimmy looked over in time to see the Aussie thrust her hips up into the air, drop them back down to the bed, and give a harsh "Hhhngh!"
Kimmy took the hint and scampered over, lingering erection bouncing around. She came just in time to witness firsthand the kind of cumming power the chiselled babe had. Her whole body was shimmering with exertion, the muscles in her toned form flexing as she drove herself into a heel-kicking climax. Her legs thrust out against the bed, one hand raised by her shoulder to clench at the corner of her pillow, she ruthlessly pumped her uncircumcised meat until, all at once, an enormous lance of bitch-batter blasted from her skewer, spearing up into the air until gravity pulled it right back down...Straight over her own face. Kimmy's eyes went wide. Her jaw could've hit the floor.
Shelly gave a long, blatantly satisfied groan, her eyes screwed shut as her mouth hung open. A streak of pure white spunk stretched from her forehead to her jaw, trailing down between her eyes, beside her nose, and across the corner of her mouth. She turned her head to the side as more jets followed, complete with a second lance that hit her cheek and ran down to her ear. Largely, however, the toned Aussie's seed hit her sizeable tits, chaotically running in random trickles as they shook with the beauty's hard breathing. Kimmy just stood there and waited until, with a sigh of "Oh, God," the randy babe stopped jizzing.
Shelly gave a big smile and a chuckle, slowly playing with her tip a couple times by stroking across her foreskin. Only after a few moments of this did she finally stop and give herself a rest. As Kimmy started cleaning her up, the Aussie breathed out "Oh, fuck...I needed that..." Kimmy smiled, but held back the giggle that bubbled up in her chest. She was careful with Shelly's face, gently dabbing and swiping her tissues through the contours of her features until she was satisfied that the cute, if somewhat intimidating maid was clean. Shelly stroked Kimmy's hip once she was done, blew her a kiss, and murmured "Thanks, mate..." Kimmy tittered. This didn't feel like all that much of a loss, anymore. In fact...In a way, this was even kind of fun, seeing all of the other girls get themselves all tired out.
It took several more minutes before one of the remaining two maids finally lost her cool, and when they did, it was Clara. Evidently, Clara had been determined to dethrone Beverly before she could assume another victory, but alas, even with lube, Beverly was still able to hold out longer, and with a long, high-pitched whimper, Clara's voice arose, strained with need. "Urgh!...Ah!...Ahh!...Aw, fuck!" Kimmy hurried over, and by then, a considerably less uncomfortable expression was on her face. She made it to Clara's bed just as the short, rather busty redhead finished her pour.
Her fat balls jerking up tight in her beanbag, she fired the last streamer in her load, dumping hot semen from her long, thick, veiny bitch-breaker straight onto her plump, rounded belly. Her sizeable breasts, capped with those stiff, cherry-sized nipples, gently jiggled from the force of her ragged breathing, and her legs shifted around at the relentless pleasure taking place, high between them. She didn't stop until she had milked herself of the final droplets. Once she was done, Clara unhanded her thick claymore and gave a heavy, almost resentful sigh. Evidently, she was displeased with second place. Still, it wasn't long before she was eyeing Kimmy with a smirk, watching the not-so-shy trap delicately hold her meat around the base, wiping her off with yet another handful of tissues.
Once Kimmy was done, she was shocked to feel a hand give her a firm patting over her bare ass, practically spanking her big, cushiony cheeks. She sucked in a gasp and gave Clara a stunned look, especially when the redhead threw in a pinch, shortly afterwards. With a wink and a growing smirk, Clara quietly said "Thanks, babe. Next time, use your mouth." Kimmy didn't look quite so comfortable, anymore. A sheepish look creeping up on her face, a big hopping jolting her hard-on, the maid turned and tiptoed away so quickly, her pigtails swayed. She made her way over to Beverly, the last of the maids yet to pop her top, and simply waited, unapologetically watching the Aryan get herself off.
Within the minute, Beverly was cumming. Evidently, she didn't see the need to hold out longer, now that she had won. Kimmy couldn't help but stare as Beverly's legs shifted against the bed, one hand down between her thighs to grab her balls, cupping them hard as she beat her meat. Her left arm repeatedly hit her breast and made it collide with the other between her arms, making them jiggle, sending those big, pink nipples of her's around in a hypnotizing rotation. Eyes shut, the curvaceous blonde tensed up as she gave a series of short, high-pitched whimpers and squeaks - legitimate squeaks, sounds Kimmy never would've expected to her from Beverly, of all people - before she breathlessly exclaimed something in German. Kimmy could only imagine what the beauty thought to say, when she hit her climax.
All at once, she blew, and when she rained, she poured. She sneezed lances of white slime up onto her chest and stomach, one after the other, until she could've dove across the wooden floor like it were a slip n' slide. Kimmy felt herself silently gasp. To think that such a bombshell secretly had so much slop to spill...Kimmy's eyelids flickered as she fought to remain conscious. Beverly was perfect. Finally, with what could've been a whole cupful of lust milked from her system, Beverly gave a quick, blissful sigh, a contented smile crossing her face. She opened her eyes and caught her breath, her eyes shifting to Kimmy.
Oh, the poor dear looked like she hated losing, now - her cock was throbbing a mile a minute, and she was so flush, if Beverly gave her the go-ahead, she probably would've dropped to her knees and jerked out a second load, right then and there. Poor thing. Hopefully, this hadn't been the straw that broke the camel's back. Beverly raised her jerk-off hand and crooked a finger, gesturing Kimmy to come over and do her job. Kimmy gulped. For the first time, she'd get to touch Beverly, the blonde, big-cocked, big-titted, big-assed beauty. Her cum, she could clean up.
Kimmy walked over, pulled some tissues, and slowly started wiping down Beverly's body, cleaning the Head Maid of her own spunk. Beverly's cock, failing to soften even a little, gave a couple flexes, thrumming up in the air. When Kimmy tried to hold it for a drying, the lube made it slip out of her fingers a couple times in rapid succession, prompting Kimmy to give a cute grumble of annoyance. With a confident smile and a twinkle in her eyes, Beverly watched Kimmy's eyes shift around, never stopping anywhere for too long. Horny little girly-boy wanted to dedicate this to memory, it seemed. Eventually, Kimmy noticed her watching her, went red, and made small talk to distract her, venturing to ask "S-So...Game's over...What's tomorrow, Bev?..."
Beverly gave a faint exhale of amusement. The corners of her mouth stretching wider, she murmured "Oh, nothing too serious. Anal Training Day."
Kimmy's hands froze. Her eyes slowly widened. Beverly winked, then started to sit up. "Better get some sleep," she cooed, her voice lilting. Kimmy stammered a couple syllables. Somewhere behind her, Shelly wearily sighed out "Anal Day's the best..." "B-But...I...!" Kimmy gasped out, nearly dropping the tissue box. All of the maids started spraying perfume in the air, saturating the dorm in the scent of womanliness, trying to cover up the scent of what they had just done. Beverly purred out a chuckle. Walking over to the light switch panel, she hit the control for the porn, killing the screens on the ceiling.
Just before turning off the lights, Beverly happily repeated "Better get some sleeeep, Kimmy!..."
~~End of Ch. 4~~
Chapter 5: Tuesday Morning - Anal Training
Chapter Text
Kimmy's Maid Training
Part II ‑ "Interdiction"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: January 25, 2017
"...Beautiful Tuesday morning here in the city!"
Kimmy's eyes snapped open as her head jerked up from her pillow. The happy-go-lucky voice from Beverly's alarm clock didn't skip a beat.
"Get up, you lazy curs, it's time for another day of work for a boss who disrespects you and a public who doesn't appreciate you. This morning, we here at Jive 88.5 will settle you in for another fun-loving day by giving you another hour of our Super Sounds of the Seventies, starting with Come and Get Your Love. Enjoy, folks!"
Kimmy gave a groan, dropping her head back into her pillow with a little whump. Just think of the money, Kimmy. Just think of that sweet, sweet paycheck, looming on the horizon. After a moment, the black drapery covering the windows automatically began to recede, pulled right aside to all the better hammer home that the maids had each better get their fat little rears in gear. She heard Beverly give a cute little yawn, offering a contented hum as she pulled herself out of bed. Her voice audibly lilted as she stretched herself awake, cooing "Mmf...Rise and shine, ladies! Time for another day! C'mon, everyone up!"
A couple of the other maids audibly rolled over in their beds, likely throwing in the ol' "pull the pillow over the head" trick to drown Beverly out. She clearly wasn't fazed, given the chipper tone in her voice. "Hey, c'mon, now," she playfully urged, her voice noticeably drifting away from her bed. "At least you, Courtney, wake up. We need to get ready, c'mon..."
"Rrh...Darling, did you set your blasted alarm early, this morning?"
A grumble of agreement came from Clara's corner of the dorm room. Beverly sounded wounded at the idea. With a faint gasp, she exclaimed "Absolutely not! I'd never pull a prank like that on you guys, c'mon. Same time every morning. Besides, the curtains are automatic!" A bitter growling from Berri spurred Kimmy into getting the lead out. Sounded like, if she didn't act the bigger man and drag herself out of bed, a full-on mutiny against the Head Maid would rise up. Let's be honest, here: Beverly didn't really deserve that, now, did she? Kimmy threw her arm up. Sitting up, eyes still shut, she tiredly groaned out "I'm up! I'm...It's okay, I'm up..."
She could almost hear Beverly's smile, it went so wide. The bubbly Aryan gave a soft giggle, then cooed out "Glad to hear it, Kimmy, at least somebody can get themselves up...Unlike the rest of you Negative Nancies." Berri gave a more annoyed growling. Kimmy opened her eyes well enough to look over, watching as the punky maid pulled herself upright. A dazed, agitated look on her face, she was practically slurring her words as she mumbled "Negative N...? Ssssuck my dick, bimbo."
The tall blonde gave a good-natured chuckle, then retorted "Try me Thursday. Everyone up! Don't make me get out the hose, again!" "Again?" Kimmy blurted out, opening her eyes wider. She looked squarely at Beverly, and for a moment, she was too surprised to even pay attention to the wild morning wood launching itself up from her lap. The Aryan grinned so wide that her eyes went half-closed, the beauty covering her mouth with a hand as she gave a giggle. Whether the threat was real or a joke, everyone stopped giving her a hard time. After getting up, they set their beds, then made off for their coed bathroom.
Of course, she hadn't taken more than five steps outside the dorm before Kimmy was remembering a very vital detail pertaining to what, exactly, Tuesday was, in the maid schedule: Anal Training Day. She had to gulp. Oh dear Lord, give her strength. Judging by the sorts of things that had happened on Oral and Hormone Day, she knew she couldn't be sure of what to expect, other than that it'd be a hell of a lot more than she was used to...A very safe assumption, most would agree. As her eyes drifted around to the thick asses shifting with every step ahead of her, she had only one thought in her head: how much punishment were these tailpipes in store for?
The bathroom visit started out normal enough, but that didn't last particularly long. Everyone lined up and had their turn with the Auto-Blow, getting their hard-ons pumped and puffed to maximum engorgement. For the first time, Kimmy didn't find herself at the end of the line, and rather excitedly settled herself in for her suck session. She wasn't embarrassed to let her voice be heard, but all the same, giving a groan of satisfaction in front of the others still sent a tingling wave down her skin, especially when Hitomi gave a giggle. Once Beverly had switched off the machine, Kimmy made for the showers...And found herself facing the first red flag that Tuesday morning wouldn't be quite like the others.
None of the showers were running. None of the maids who had gotten in their pumping before her had strayed particularly far. Instead, they were simply standing around, aimlessly watching, expectant looks on their faces. When Kimmy walked over and asked what they were waiting for, trying very hard not to ogle everyone's blush-pumped batons, Shelly simply grinned at her. With an admittedly rather annoying tone of jest, the Aussie merely remarked "Oh, you'll see, heh heh!" Kimmy narrowed an eye. Obviously, there was some big joke she wasn't in on. Everyone probably just wanted to see her reaction, she told herself. Dread turned her tummy tight. What kind of horror could possibly await her?
One by one, the maids got in their morning session and joined the growing posse, rather than make for the showers and freshen up. Once Beverly had gotten in her share, she gave a smart spin on a heel, faced the others with a big, bright smile, and clapped her hands together, threading her fingers together. Enthusiastically, she swung right into a little introductory speech, her eyes roaming across her team until they settled squarely upon the new girl, one very anxious-looking Kimmy.
"Okay, ladies," she said, her smile splitting into a grin, "today's Tuesday, which means...?"
"Anal Training Day," the maids all answered, minus a Kimmy, who instead answered via nervous cock-hop.
"That's right," Beverly answered back, putting her hands to her hips as she spaced her feet at shoulder-width. She raised her eyebrows for a moment, her eyes roaming across the rest of her girls as she continued. "Anal Day's the day we can really get in touch with our inner girls and-"
"Or, alternatively, get as gay as possible," Berri interrupted out of the corner of her mouth. Courtney rolled her eyes. Kimmy went a little pink. Clara smirked, but glanced skyward.
Beverly's grin fell to a smile. With a wink, she adopted a babyish coo, teasingly remarking "Aww, you're not getting a little self-conscious, are you, Berri? Big boy Berri can handle butt stuff, right?" Courtney and Hitomi both smiled, holding back chortles. The punky maid went wide-eyed for a second, then started to go red in the face. With a glare, she flipped the Aryan the bird, nearly curling her lip up in the process. The mock-condescension had struck a nerve, it seemed.
Beverly gave a patient smile and shrugged with her eyebrows, then continued, this time without contributions from the crowd. "So, as I was saying," she remarked, reaching up to her shoulder and flipping her hand through her voluminous hair, "today's the day we all get a little more in touch with our inner girls, some of us more than others." At that, Beverly's eyes shifted to Clara, who evidently found the comment entertaining, judging by the massive grin that wound up splitting her face. Beverly's eyes went half-closed, her eyebrows shrugged up, and she added "Today's the day we get super naughty with our little holes, down there."
"If ladies like us want to be with a man, which I would imagine most of us do, then we need to get used to the feeling of having our asses played with, of being filled up, and learn not only to appreciate, but to embrace, the fun that can come from butt-fucking. Oh, sure, we could just use our cocks and fuck our men instead, and I'm sure some of us do, but I'm just as sure that all of us can feel that urge...That need...To feel something big, thick, and hot pushing through our tight little puckers, then sliding on in, nice and deep. Nothing's more intimate than being the girl for your man, am I right, ladies?"
With some measure of surprise, Kimmy observed how the response wasn't muted, nor was it even conflicted. All of the other maids, even Clara, said something to the effect of "Yeah," while Shelly, notably, remarked "Damn right!" When she glanced over at the rest of them, she was relieved to see that she obviously wasn't the only one feeling a little hot under the collar from Beverly's dirty talk - several of the other maids were looking a little flushed and glassy-eyed, and Shelly, especially, looked to be breathing a little unsteadily. Beverly was obviously quite pleased with the response, if the barracuda grin on her face was any indication.
"This is the one day out of our week at House Venus where we get to really put in some honest training on how to tease our prostates, so let's try to enjoy it as much as we can, girls. We've gotta stretch, we've gotta accept, and we've gotta get used to that slippery cramming, up in there. Only really naughty girls use their rear holes for fun, and lucky us - that's the only hole we've got. So, let's make sure it's ready for satisfaction at a moment's notice, right?"
The maids all nodded, and even though Kimmy's face felt hot, she couldn't stop flexing her cock...Or her backdoor. Every word Beverly was speaking was coming straight from Kimmy's dirtiest fantasies, and she had to admit, she was really liking the idea of fulfilling them more and more by the second. Maybe she was too horny to resist anymore, maybe she was finally getting acclimatized to House Venus, maybe she just didn't give a damn by that point, but this really wasn't causing her anywhere near as much trepidation as it certainly would've, just a couple short days ago. Sure, ass stuff, why not? They had already done mouth stuff and fed themselves all sorts of hormones and drugs. This was a natural escalation, wasn't it?
The idea of them all doing it together, just...Her eyes glazed. It just made it all the better. Clearly, Beverly agreed, judging by the gulp Kimmy spied her take. The blonde reached a hand up, swept it up through her bangs, then gently fanned at her face with a giggle and a grin. With a shrug of her eyebrows, she gently tilted her head to the side, then ruefully remarked "Now, sadly, a very real reality is that, unlike a regular pussy, the man-pussy typically requires a little extra, mmm, shall we say, maintenance. If we wanna make the most out of our backdoor access, a little prep work is in order. So, just to make sure we're all clean while we play with our dirty holes all day long, we're gonna make sure they aren't dirty! Simple, right?"
Beverly's long, thick prick, still as hard as ever, gave a visible thrum. Still holding one hip, she put a foot out and cocked out her hip, then held out her other arm and pointed out past the maids, aiming somewhere behind them. For a second there, Kimmy was, admittedly, just a little too horny to really understand what Beverly was getting at, but when she realized that the only thing on that other end of the bathroom was the stalls, realization clicked on her face. With a playful trill in her voice, Beverly grinned and announced "Enema time, ladies! Come on, let's go! A little anal douching never hurt anyone! It'll be over before you know it!"
Kimmy's pupils shrank to pinpricks. She made a grand effort to shut her brain off for the duration of the whole affair, but it certainly wasn't easy.
Following the fairly unpleasant addition to the morning routine, the maids made for the showers, some making a more subtle effort than others to try and ensure they were entirely clean. Thankfully, the rest of the shower went by well enough. For some reason, Beverly finished up her shower a good deal earlier than usual, but she made sure to fill everyone in on their duties for the day, as well as the day's partnerships, before she headed off. None of the other maids seemed to think her departure unusual. Kimmy thought to ask somebody on it, but then everyone was moving to pair up under the showerheads, and she found herself approached from across the room by one miss Shelly.
Kimmy idly ran her hands through her hair as she watched Shelly approach, offering a friendly enough smile. For once, she actually managed not to blush, even as her eyes hastily roamed up and down the Aussie's tight body. Shelly, or Sheila as most of the other maids apparently referred to her, was nearly as tall as Beverly, prompting Kimmy to have to look up at her the nearer she drew. Her dirty blonde hair was a thick, wavy mess that hung down to her jaw on either side of her rather cute face, but it hung down a little further at the back, reaching the space between her shoulder blades.
Given the apparent joke behind the "Sheila" nickname, Kimmy had to say, Shelly really was quite the looker, in spite of her indulgence in tomboyish tendencies. The Aussie was a real cutie, even without makeup to make her all the more fetching. Her eyes were keen and amber, and there always seemed to be a smile on those full lips of her's. Given the circumstances, however, Kimmy couldn't be sure if the woman was feeling approachable or predatory. Her eyebrows were thin and her eyelashes were thick, and her nose had a slender shape to it that really had Kimmy questioning the whole story behind the second name.
Without a doubt, Shelly was the maid with the most chiselled physique by a wide margin, although given that most of the rest were fairly untoned, that wasn't a particularly high bar to leap over. Still, she had a lean, muscular shape to her: small but evident biceps, washboard abs that could've been rock-hard, and toned, yet still noticeably plump, thighs. Like most of the other maids at House Venus, Shelly had evidently taken advantage of the complementary cosmetic surgery Harret offered, because just like a couple of the other t-girls showering down around them, Shelly had Beverly-class implants, giving her a rather exceptional pair of big, bouncing, shaking breasts to accompany those abs.
Kimmy's eyes dropped. Naturally, Shelly had a narrow waist, but those hips of her's were nice and curvy, and Kimmy was pretty sure she could recall spotting during some other shower session that the Aussie's thick rump wasn't anywhere near as toned as the rest of her - she probably avoided doing squats to keep those cushions for the pushin', Kimmy thought, smiling as she fought a giggle. Even though Shelly had by then gone soft, she had a pretty healthy hang to her, and even flaccid, she probably measured a panty-packing five inches, at the very least. The fact that she was uncircumcised only left that meat looking all the more cute, although Kimmy imagined that that might not be considered a compliment by the tomboy.
On top of that, her balls were surprisingly quite large, bloating wide a noticeably larger-than-usual scrotum...Perhaps heavy with all that testosterone she "used" to have, Kimmy thought, suppressing the urge to swallow. She had to wonder: did Shelly enjoy having them played with, or was she indifferent? Maybe she'd work up the courage to ask, at some point. Shelly's entire body was smooth and hairless, giving her skin a satiny sheen under the water, but there was one exception to the rule. Her naughty bits had been waxed and shaved smooth all aside from a thick patch crowning her mons, too wide to be called a landing strip, but similarly well-groomed.
As she stepped under the showerhead, quite readily entering Kimmy's personal space in the process, she offered up a jaunty "Heya, Kimmy. Guess we're gonna be buds, for today. How'd you sleep?" Kimmy's expression opened up, a little, in a bit of surprise. Raising her eyebrows a touch, her lips briefly parted before she smiled, again, and answered "Oh, uh, okay, I guess. How about you?" "Better than the day before, I can tell you that much," she remarked, nonchalantly reaching for Kimmy's shampoo without so much as asking permission. "I never sleep as deep if I don't work up some kind of sweat, first. Usually I just exercise," she explained.
As she started squirting the lavender-scented shampoo into a hand, she grinned and added "Edging for a while does the trick, too, though." Kimmy gave a breathless chuckle. She couldn't do much besides stand there and watch the beauty lather up her hair, but eventually, she tried to look a little less awkward and simply moved on to the body wash, giving herself at least the illusion of keeping busy. Just as she was finishing up, Shelly was sweeping her foamy hair back with both hands, clearing it out of her face before putting her head directly under the stream. A friendly lilt in her tone, she suggested "Do me, too?"
For a second, Kimmy hesitated, but then she offered a quick smile and nodded. An excuse to rub Shelly down? Why not? She got some more body wash in her hand, then got to work on Shelly's shoulders, starting off her efforts with somewhere a little more platonic. Shelly smirked high as she reached for the conditioner, and to Kimmy's surprise, it wasn't for the Aussie's own use. Instead, she brought her hands over and started to feel them through Kimmy's hair, gently running her fingers through the wet locks. Kimmy couldn't help but smile, even if the somewhat maternal attention brought her back to the days of her childhood. Shelly didn't seem like such a bad sort. She was being pretty friendly so far, at least.
"So, this is pretty much our first time havin' a chat," Shelly remarked, glancing down at Kimmy's eyes before looking back up at her hair. "Ya having fun at House Venus, so far?" Kimmy eased her hands down to Shelly's bust, but when the Aussie didn't react, Kimmy loosened up a little and more confidently stroked her hands across those warm, soft globes. With a smile, Kimmy answered "Yeah, you know, I really am. I'm starting to feel pretty glad I didn't lose my nerve about answering the ad." Shelly raised her eyebrows, still smirking as she chirped "Good, great. Yeah, I had a good feeling about you, when you first walked in."
As Kimmy swept her hands down Shelly's stomach and hips, she asked "So, uh, where'd Bev go, all of a sudden? She's never rushed out of the showers, before." Shelly, by then finished with Kimmy's hair, let the stream wash the lather off of her hands as she remarked "Oh, she's just getting the next thing for Anal Day ready. I'd tell you what it is, but you know what? Heh heh, I think I'll just leave it for a surprise." Kimmy pulled a face, furrowing her brow as she pouted her lips off to the side. Second time the Aussie had prodded her, that morning. She got some measure of retribution by slapping the blonde's hip, but all that did was make Shelly grin and chortle out "You're fun to tease."
Kimmy leaned her head forward and started rinsing the conditioner out of her hair, forced to close her eyes as the suds washed down her face. She started passing her hands down Shelly's thighs as the Aussie idly remarked "I like girls like you, we should have more around here. Uh, don't take it the wrong way. My first serious girlfriend was this short, shy little thing. You kinda remind me of her. Always fun to tease a shy sweetheart." Kimmy smiled at the flattering remarks, but she couldn't help pointing out "W-Well, I'm kinda trying to stop being so shy around you all." "Mmf? Good for you, we'll probably get along better that way, anyway," Shelly answered, a noticeably crestfallen droop behind the words.
Kimmy gave her head a hard shake, swinging around her hair in order to get her bangs out of her eyes without taking her hands off of her shower buddy. When she opened them, she nearly gave a start. With her head tilted forwards, the first thing she saw was the rather long, meaty horn of one Australian shemale, sticking straight out with the uncircumcised tip, nearly completely shrouded in foreskin, pointed straight towards her stomach. Why the hard-on, all of a sudden? Kimmy quickly looked up at Shelly and gave a sheepish smile, which Shelly only seemed to find cute, given her half-smile.
The warm look in her eyes made it easy to believe her, but still, she offered a shrug and remarked "Sorry, mate, it's kinda involuntary." Kimmy ended up giggling, remarking back "I know, don't worry about it." "Oh, I'm not, I'm just letting you know," Shelly nonchalantly chimed back, raising her eyebrows a little. As they dropped back down, her eyes glinted a little mischievously. Her smile took a decidedly sly twist as she gave a glance over her shoulder, then leaned in a little closer to Kimmy. Raising her arm over Kimmy's shoulder, she planted her hand against the wall just next to her head, subtly boxing her in at the shower corner.
Shelly glanced downwards, then slowly suggested "Well, uh...Don't let it stop you. Keep going, gotta clean me everywhere, right?" Kimmy's expression went blank, for a moment. She threw a glance off to the side under Shelly's arm, checking to see if anyone was watching. She gave a nervous gulp, offered a flush smile, and said "Uh...Yeah. S-Sounds about right. Eh heh." Shelly's smile turned into a grin. Kimmy was game. She gave a few nonchalant looks to her side and over her shoulder, checking for herself just one more time to see if anyone was watching.
Last thing either of them would need would be one of the others playing the tattletale and telling the Head Maid that some funny business had gone on in the shower, even if said business was simply some friendly washing. Nothing weird going on here, right? Just two maids washing up before the day's work began, nothing more. Most of the other maids seemed too preoccupied with their own discussions and shower rituals to notice, but one or two caught Shelly's eye, perhaps idly noticing the way the Aussie was subtly cornering the short newbie.
Kimmy drifted her right hand over towards Shelly's meat and, after a moment of experimentally raking her fingernails through the Aussie's pubic hair, slid her fingers around the base of Shelly's girthy shaft. Fighting a grin was impossible. She had to admit, the way Shelly's foreskin didn't recede even when she was sporting such a rigid hard-on was kind of adorable, in a way. She kept her fist loose, letting herself glide her hand back and forth a few times, and to her delight, the petting drew an immediate response. Not only did Shelly offer a quiet, humming exhale, but Kimmy could practically feel the Aussie's prick get just a little bit more turgid, offering a faint throb against her enclosing digits.
Kimmy eased her hand up to Shelly's tip and, resisting the giggle brewing in her chest, gently rolled her fingers around, rubbing Shelly's foreskin around against her tip, teasing her most sensitive spot with her own skin. Kimmy shifted her eyes upwards to the babe's face, hoping to spy some kind of reaction, but she only found the dirty blonde already watching her right back, a small grin on her face. When it occurred to Kimmy that she had probably been giving plenty of reactions of her own, she quietly cleared her throat and suppressed a sheepish smile...Poorly.
The corners of her mouth quaked as they defied her, rising up, regardless. Shelly only seemed to find the reaction adorable, because she actually smiled from ear to ear and gave a little chuckle. "You're so cute! Man, you're such a little sweetie. Ohh, I think we're gonna get on just fine," she warmly remarked, audibly doing her best to keep her voice down. Kimmy brought her other hand over and gently cupped the Aussie's heavy-hanging fruits, opening her mouth to say something before Shelly beat her to the punch, asking "So...Let's get to know each other, better. You first. Tell me a little about yourself, Kimmy."
Kimmy smiled and offered a safe answer, trying not to mumble as she replied "Oh, uh...There's not really much to tell, really. I was kind of boring. I didn't really do much." Shelly's expression didn't shift, besides an arching eyebrow. Perhaps she considered the untalkativeness a challenge, because she amiably remarked back "Yeah? Well, we've got all day. No rush. I'm sure I'll find the good bits, eventually." Kimmy gave a shy smile, turning her face down from the Aussie. Yeah, Shelly wasn't such a bad sort...But, she really wasn't hiding anything. Sad truth was, her life before House Venus really had been pretty boring. She didn't do the clubs like Berri, she hadn't been in a gang like Aisha, and she had avoided sports like the plague, unlike Beverly. What had she done that could compare to all that?
Once the shower drew to a close, everyone walked out to find themselves confronted with what Beverly had hurried out to attend to, and the sight brought Kimmy to such a quick halt, she very nearly slipped on her own two wet feet. As she stared, her eyes roaming across the spread laid before them all, she let her mouth hang open. She was distantly aware of her heartbeat quickening as she blurted out "Oh. My. Gosh." A few of the others grinned, while Berri and Shelly both had a little chuckle. With a big, beaming smile, Shelly clapped Kimmy on the back so hard she stumbled, pointed at the new table in the changing room, and went wide-eyed before remarking "Surprise!"
Beverly gave a grin as she held a hip. The beautiful Aryan hadn't gotten changed during her absence, but now, she sported a white towel around her hair, helping it dry up a little while she had prepared the next step in Anal Day. A folding table had been set up in the changing room portion of the bathroom, and overtop, all lined up in neat little rows and columns, were a great many...Party favours. Butt-plugs of all shapes and sizes, as well as similarly varied strings of anal beads, had all been collected into two piles, right alongside a couple strips of condoms. The obligatory bottle of lube stood nearby, as well as one particular plug shaped a heck of a lot more like a full-blown dildo than anything else, complete with flared tip and bulging veins.
Beverly waved a hand across the table, then giggled out "Plug party! Everyone line up!" For the rest of the maids, this was simply routine, and they all pretty readily got themselves organized in an orderly fashion. Kimmy, on the other hand, just kind of stood there for a few moments, eyes refusing to unglue themselves from the table's contents until Shelly grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her in behind herself, grinning at her speechlessness. Kimmy tried not to let her knees knock, but already, perspiration was making her face shine. Already, her mind was racing. They were all about to...As a group...Right in front of each other...For how long?
She self-consciously drifted a hand over to her caboose, gently stroking a cheek. Sorry, pal - today's the day, likely the whole day, where you get what will no doubt amount to a lengthy workout. Just gotta grin and bear it...Or, rather, limp and bear it. Kimmy leaned to the side and looked at the front of the line. Courtney was stepping up to the table, perusing the many objet d'art lying overtop like a discerning customer ruminating over sales prices, when Beverly suddenly looked off into the distance, the smile fading from her face. Kimmy watched as Beverly stared for a couple seconds, then raised her left hand up, poking a couple fingers into her towel crown, just by her ear.
Keeping her voice low, she said, to nobody in particular it would seem, "...Um. I'm sorry, yes, I can, but can it wait just a few minutes? I'm still in the middle of the morning routine with the girls..." Kimmy raised her eyebrows. With that towel in the way, she had never even spotted the earpiece. Seemed unusual to Kimmy for Harret to be calling first thing in the morning, and Beverly's reaction was a dead giveaway that the hunch was on the money. He would've known better than anyone what the daily routine for the maids would be, so he had to have known that she wouldn't be ready to do...Whatever it was he had in mind. Maybe he just wanted to get in a "private consultation" with Beverly early, but her bemused response wouldn't seem to match that, Kimmy contemplated.
Once Beverly dropped her hand from her earpiece, Kimmy took a metaphorical leap and ventured to ask "Is anything wrong, Bev?" The Head Maid glanced over, spying Kimmy at the back of the line. With a bright smile, she offered "Oh, master Harret was just looking to talk about something. No fires to put out, no worries." Kimmy gave her a fairly overtly suspicious look, but stopped leaning over, all the same. She had a funny feeling there was a little more to Harret's call than that, but she understood it wasn't her place to pry. Harret and Beverly were more or less the management of House Venus - Kimmy trying to stick her nose into their personal affairs could no doubt get her the hatchet.
Kimmy leaned over, again, as Courtney abruptly declared "I think, my dear, I'll take this one, this time." Beverly raised an eyebrow with curiosity, grinning the instant she looked over. Laughter bubbling behind her voice, she commented "Great, I was beginning to wonder when you'd pick that one." Kimmy watched as Courtney handed off a black, bejewelled butt-plug to Beverly, passing her a toy that was far from one of the biggest ones available, yet was certainly large enough to avoid going unfelt. Just up the line, Berri leaned over, then exclaimed "Hey, you snob, that one's mine!"
"Not anymore it isn't," Courtney readily replied, glancing over her shoulder just far enough to expose her grin. Kimmy couldn't help but grin alongside her, and she had a funny feeling everyone else was joining in, too. Berri gave a venomous chuckle, drawling out "Oh-hoh, you...Mm. Mm! I'm gonna fuckin' get you back for this, just you wait." She muttered to herself as she got back in line, but neither Beverly nor Courtney bothered to validate it with a response. Beverly grabbed the bottle of lube, uncapped it, and slathered up the plug, and as the bottle was set aside, Courtney assumed the position. Kimmy's eyes couldn't help but glaze.
The posh Brit spaced her feet apart, reached back, grabbed a cushiony cheek in either hand, and spread herself apart nice and wide, exposing herself to everybody in line behind her. Not only was her dark star on full display, but her orbs visibly drooped in the gap between her thighs, looking delicious in their fullness. She bent over a little, but when Beverly brought her free hand to the small of her back, the platinum blonde bent over a little bit further, sticking out her round ass. With a contented smile and an at-ease look in her eyes, Beverly brought the lube-shined plug down, pushed it into the Brit's valley, and started easing it in.
She went slow at first, but when Courtney gave a gentle grunt and twitched her knees closer together, Kimmy knew she had yielded. Kimmy's mouth eased open as a lost look came over her. As Beverly slid the plug in deeper, stretching the Brit's ring around the swell of the bulb, she could see Courtney's meat grow, hanging lower as her balls drew up a bit higher. Once the plug was all the way in, Courtney brought her hand back and gave the Brit's back a stroking. The round base of the plug was covered over in a big, gleaming ruby, and even when Courtney let go of her cheeks, they were still helplessly parted just a little at the center thanks to the plug's base, exposing her toy to all who thought to give a gander.
The Brit gave a sigh through her nose as she turned around, now facing the rest of the line. Beverly reached over, pulled a square from the strip of condoms, and had the prophylactic out in a moment's time. Courtney gave her meat a couple strokes to help speed up the process, but once she was turgid, she merely held her hips and waited. Beverly nonchalantly brought the rubber ring over, lining the transparent white sheath over Courtney's tip. Then, with a practised ease, she rolled the condom down over Courtney's cock, pinching the tip of the sheath to keep it steady as she unfurled the length down to the base of Courtney's shaft.
With a big smile, Beverly gripped the base of Courtney's prick in her fist, gave the tip of the sheath a little tug with the other hand, and let the condom snap out from between her fingertips like a latex glove snapping on a doctor's hand, leaving a tiny bubble over her helmet to catch whatever contributions Courtney might give. Then, Beverly was going hands-off, holding her hips as she beamed and announced "Next!" Kimmy gulped, watching Courtney walk away, seemingly ignoring the unused condom lingering on her persistent hard-on as she set about the rest of her morning ritual, getting in front of a vanity mirror before tending to her hair and various skin creams.
Hitomi was next. She picked a long string of big, black anal beads, each progressively a little bigger than the one before it, and gave a quiet grunt as Beverly put them all in for her, leaving just a tiny ring peeking out between her over-padded cheeks. Then, she was getting decorated with a hot pink condom patterned with cartoon bunny faces, and finally being sent on her way. Kimmy still couldn't grasp what the point of the condoms was, but she decided she'd at least wait her turn before asking.
Aisha picked a fairly wide plug lined with rows of funny little knobs, the whole thing coloured bright blue. She took it quietly, as could be expected for the soft-spoken Nubian, but the lust was much clearer on her face as she turned and had her plain white condom rolled on. The sight of that condom, a nice cream colour to contrast her mocha skin, quickly had Kimmy feeling short of breath. Aisha fidgeted with the fit of her condom for a few moments, perhaps trying to get it more comfortable over the piercing in her cock tip, but once she was satisfied, she walked off.
Berri picked a bright red plug that struck a balance between fairly girthy and lengthy, but what really made it stand out was the rather thick base. When Beverly pushed it in, Berri gave a quick, throaty grunt, but when the plug's true nature was exposed, the punky maid couldn't keep her voice back. Beverly turned a tiny, unobtrusive dial on the plug's base, and instantly, a faint "vrrr" noise became audible, prompting Berri to let out a long, high-pitched, shaky groan. Face red and a little lust-lost, she dutifully waited for Beverly to slide a glittering red condom on her, then send her off with a friendly pat to the ass.
When Clara strode up to the table, she didn't waste time. She pretty quickly picked out a fat, pink plug, a choice that seemed to surprise Beverly, then leaned over and put her hands at the edge of the table, waiting for the Head Maid to do the deed. As Beverly slicked up the prostate-crushing, ring-stretching plug, Clara suddenly began to chuckle to herself, gently shaking her head. Beverly didn't pay it much attention at first, but eventually she was raising an eyebrow, smiling wider, and prodding "What? What's so funny? Finally warming up to Anal Day, Clara?" "No, it's not that," Clara remarked, looking over with a grin.
With a shrug, she contentedly explained "Just thinking about how an old friend of mine would react, in this situation. She'd probably punch you out and storm out of the room. Well, unless you were Vic." Clara chuckled again, then added "Then she'd probably just cuss you out and put up with it." Beverly raised her eyebrows and smiled, but visibly bit her tongue. She looked off into the distance for a moment, then brought the plug over and shoved it in all in one hard push, much to Clara's grunting surprise. With a shrug of her eyebrows and a rather friendly, bubbly lilt in her voice, Beverly challenged back "Yeah, well, you just tell your friend my door's always open, Clara."
Clara turned around with a giant, shit-eating grin, eyes half-closed as she gave Beverly a competitive look. Leaning back against the table a little, she held the edge on either side of her hips, leaving her crotch on display as she playfully remarked "Good, she'll love you, in that case." "Mhm?" Beverly hummed, eyes falling to slits. She grabbed another plain white condom and rolled it on the short, plump-bellied redhead, but Clara clearly wasn't quite ready to stop butting heads with the Head Maid. She looked down and fidgeted with her wrapped-up cock, remarking "Hey, this jimmy hat's a bit tight. You tryin' to slip me a smaller one, Bev?"
Beverly promptly swatted her hand down and slapped Clara across the cock, making her long hard-on swing up and down. Clara winced in an instant, nearly yelping. Evidently, the blonde was tired of being given a hard time. Without even losing her smile, she patiently uttered "Get going, Clara, before I stick you with a second plug." The redhead grinned one more time and chuckled to herself, but walked off without jerking her superior around any further. Finally, it was Shelly's turn to get her ring popped. Without the least bit shame or hesitation, she pointed right at the big dildo-like plug, grabbed her hip, and said "Gimme the big one, Bev, today's the day. I'm doin' it."
Kimmy raised her eyebrows. Immediately, an amused din rose up among the more talkative maids, crowded at the wide mirror behind them. A jeering "Ooooh!" came from Clara, Hitomi, and Berri, the first of which chuckled out "She's doin' it, again! She's gonna take on the Manslayer!" Hitomi giggled out "The Planet-cracker!" Berri snickered, then remarked "I prefer "The Widowmaker," that's a good one!" Shelly tossed a look back at the other maids, grinning to herself as she remarked "Yeah, yeah. Shut yer holes, you three." She arched an eyebrow, grinned wider, and added "Oh, wait."
Beverly actually gave a chuckle at that, and Kimmy couldn't help smiling to herself. Shelly wasn't to be dissuaded, and so, Beverly grabbed that big, pink, wobbly dildo-style plug, jerking it off as she lubed it up, greasing what could've been a good seven inches of faux-fuckstick. Then, Shelly was spreading apart those fleshy buns of her's, giving a quick wag with her hips before Beverly had the tip lined up with her gulping pucker. Kimmy watched, enthralled, as Beverly started easing it in. Unlike the others, Shelly took it pretty easily...At least, at first. Her sphincter yawned open relatively easily, but as soon as the inches started sliding on in there, the Aussie gave a husky sigh and hung her head down.
Around the halfway mark, Shelly gave a tiny grunt, her heels turning a little further outward. Finally, as the lengthy plug slid in to the final inch, plumbing her depths like an ooze-covered cock, she gave a quiet groan, mumbling "Good fucking God" under her breath. Beverly's smile turned rueful, and as Shelly let go of her cheeks, the Head Maid gave her worker a reassuring pat-pat-patting to a cheek, making the juicy seat cushion give a few quakes and jiggles. Although she spoke quietly, Kimmy could read the encouraging tone in her voice as she murmured "I'm sure you can do it this time, Sheila, I believe in you!"
"Th-Thanks," Shelly answered, turning around with a flushed face and a breathless smile. Her lips formed a tiny ring as she huffed an exhale, holding her hips as she looked down at her painfully rigid claymore, the shrouded tip already glistening with sap. Beverly reached for a condom strip, tore off a square, and hummed to herself as she got the rubber out. Like Clara, Shelly leaned back a little, holding the edge of the table behind herself as Beverly started fitting the ribbed, colourless sheath to her prick. Kimmy nearly gave a start when Shelly suddenly looked up and met her square in the eyes, a sly grin on her face.
Kimmy was quick to avert her eyes, but quicker still to cover up the stiff dagger she had been sporting for some time - it was embarrassing enough to more or less get caught staring, but it was another thing, entirely, being exposed for the only girl to get hard before the plug had even gone in. Once Beverly had gotten the condom fitting right, Shelly walked past Kimmy, offering a wink and a friendly hip-bump in the process. Kimmy gave a sheepish smile, and as soon as she had turned her eyes to Beverly, she found the Head Maid waving her over with a big, bright smile. "Heya, Kimmy, it's your turn," the beauty cooed, one hand on a hip.
Kimmy gave a quick, anxious nodding, her eyes already scanning over the table's contents. She did her best to appear aloof, but she had a funny feeling Beverly could see right through her, regardless. She tried to help herself look more nonchalant by idly inquiring "So, um. What're the condoms even for, exactly? It's not like we're gonna be using them on each other, or anything." Beverly grinned and giggled. Playfully, she explained, cooing "Nooo, silly. They're for the dripping!" Kimmy went a little pink and opened her mouth to ask further, but a quick realization made her think better of it.
Beverly explained, anyway. With a titter, she nonchalantly said "If it hasn't happened to you yet, just wait. The vitamins we take will make you a dripper, too. And, plus, in the event that any of us ever has an anal orgasm during the day, the condom makes life easier, for us. No mess to clean up. Happens more often than you might think." Kimmy couldn't help but smile, albeit shyly. After several moments of looking over the table's many remaining toys, Beverly leaned in, a little. An apologetic look on her face, she murmured "Hey, um, do you need some help picking? I don't wanna rush you, but Master Harret's waiting for me."
Kimmy raised her eyebrows, looking just as apologetic as she blurted out "Oh, no, I'm sorry. Here, uh..." Kimmy reached out and grabbed a modest plug, but a quick tongue-clicking from Beverly had her reaching for a slightly bigger one, instead. Beverly smiled and nodded approvingly. With a red-faced smile and an adrenaline-laced breathlessness to her, Kimmy offered up the toy and said "This one should do, I think?" Beverly grinned from ear to ear, gave another nod, and simply stated "I think so, too. Good choice."
Kimmy watched as Beverly lubed up the bulbous glass plug, getting the heavy ornament nice and slippery for her newest coworker. With open trepidation, Kimmy reached back, gently squeezed either one of her rather thick cheeks, and pulled them apart as wide as she could, too inexperienced to realize that she was stretching quite a bit more than was necessary. She waited a couple seconds in anticipation, and when she felt something wet touch her crinkle, she sucked in a gentle hiss, briefly tensing up. It felt...Smaller than she would've expected. Kind of warm for glass, too. How odd.
Kimmy grimaced as the shape firmly pressed against her, rather easily pushing into her ring, passing through her sphincter, and entering her warm, damp depths. Kimmy was about to give a sigh of relief when the intruding object curled, wiggling around. Her face went blank as Beverly gave an appreciative hum, not far from her ear. Low, likely so low that nobody but Kimmy, herself, could hear, Beverly murmured "I had a feeling that big asshole of your's would be a bit looser than usual. Really, really sexy, hon. I bet you could fit most of us without even trying, this plug'll be no problem."
Kimmy's face went strawberry red as she looked over, an anguished look of humiliation crossed with indignation on her face. Wasn't fingering fraternization?! She wanted to snap something in defiance of the declaration, but when she saw the rather honest, friendly look on Beverly's face, Kimmy's outrage was doused. Maybe she had legitimately intended that to be a compliment, Kimmy considered. Instead of getting upset, she just mumbled "Uh, I, uh...Um...Thanks?" Beverly smiled wider, momentarily closing her eyes in the process. She wiggled her finger one last time in Kimmy's hotness, then slid it out, practically creating an audible pop with how tight she was clenching.
Kimmy flinched; she half expected to hear a giggle from someone, but none came. She looked forwards again, waiting for the real thing. When the rounded end of the plug pressed against her pucker, Kimmy had a moment to take a breath before Beverly was pushing it in. Kimmy closed her eyes, her lips twisting as the lube-coated knob opened her up, forcing her pucker to yawn around the swell of the toy. Kimmy's entire body quaked with adrenaline, but when the bulb passed through her ring and settled inside, she deflated with a sigh, smiling dreamily. She felt full inside, heavy...Far from unpleasant.
The gentle weight of the glass was resting over just the right spot, causing sweet tingles and waves to course through her core whenever the plug shifted, softly rubbing about as she clenched and moved. She turned to face Beverly, ears burning. The tall blonde gave her a wide, warm smile, already reaching for a condom as she cooed "There, not so bad, right? Leave it in for a while, hon. If it's uncomfortable, don't worry, you'll get used to it, eventually. That's what today's all about: getting you nice and used to feeling loose. Today, we start work on bringing out your inner butt-slut." Kimmy tried to keep from panting. Although she was blushing so hard she wanted to drop dead, she absolutely refused to turtle up and disappoint the beauty.
She forced herself to nod, and after a moment of jitters, it turned more resolute. The confidence in her voice sounded alien, given the inner turmoil: "Yeah, okay. I think I like the sound of that." When Beverly gave her a genuinely surprised look, Kimmy couldn't help but grin with exhilaration, deciding against fighting the giggle bubbling up in her chest. Beverly grinned, and Kimmy didn't even flinch when the condom touched her tip. She looked down and observed as the Aryan's gentle hands rolled the transparent purple sheath down her length, bringing the ring to her base. Then, with a pinch and a tug of the tip, the reservoir was properly primed, leaving Kimmy with one lewd little accoutrement for her lewd little manhood.
As Beverly reached for a surprisingly large plug, large enough to widen Kimmy's eyes at least, the Aryan remarked "You know, I was gonna ask you to put my plug in for me, but I think we've wasted enough of the morning, in here. Anal Day typically has a slow start, but master Harret's waiting this time, so we'll have to hurry this up. Everyone else is waiting, too. I'll see you in a bit, Kimmy." Kimmy raised her eyebrows and glanced over. Her blush was freshly reignited when she noticed that, yes indeed, the rest of the maids certainly were waiting, standing around and watching the two have their little flirt session with giant grins on their faces.
Kimmy grabbed her towel in a hurry, reluctantly following the herd out of the bathroom. She would've killed and died to push that big plug up into Beverly, to hear her gasp something in German when the plug pressed against her special spot, but she followed orders without question. Still, she was given plenty of eye candy on the walk back to the dorm. Lagging behind the others, she observed the way they each used their towels differently. Some wrapped it around their hair like Beverly did, walking otherwise nude. Some draped it around their shoulders, like they were leaving a public pool. Some wrapped it around their torsos, like any other woman...Shelly wrapped it around her waist, much more like a man.
More importantly, any exposed ass just as clearly exposed the toy now occupying it, peeking out from between cushiony cheeks. Kimmy went weak-kneed at the sight of that row of bouncing, decorated asses moving in formation ahead of her, but she managed not to grab her desperate prick and start rubbing one out, right there in the corridor. Barely.
Back in the dorm, Kimmy sat at the edge of Shelly's bed, still fussing with her makeup even as the Aussie finished up her own and began collecting the pieces of her uniform. Kimmy gave a grumble as she gave up on her eyeshadow, muttering to herself as she moved on to her lipstick, doing her best all the while to ignore the sensation of sitting on a doorstopper. Shelly couldn't help but chuckle. With the happy din of chatter in the dorm, everybody seemed too preoccupied with their own conversations to notice how much trouble Kimmy was having, but Shelly wasn't content to sit idly by while her partner lagged behind.
Kimmy, somewhat clumsily trying to coordinate between the hand holding her palm mirror, the hand holding her lipstick, the lips they were meant for, and the distance between all three, was understandably surprised when Shelly's hand abruptly darted in and snatched the lipstick right out from between her fingers. Just as she looked over in bubbling annoyance, Shelly leaned over in front of her, coming over her with a big, wide smile. Eyes half closed, she took Kimmy by the jaw with her free hand, then nonchalantly remarked "Hold still, you're taking forever. You should be getting dressed, already!"
Kimmy's expression readily unwound itself. In a bit of a mumble, she said "Well, I'm not exactly new to this, but it's not like...Mmf." She trailed off and grumbled as Shelly pulled at her cheeks a little, puckering up her lips. She grinned as Kimmy stuck out the tip of her tongue, but then they were both taking the affair a little more seriously. Kimmy kept still as Shelly did her lipstick for her, an admittedly rather oddly arousing thing that had Kimmy's breath hitching, but once that was done, Kimmy was all ready to go, wearing her usual black eyeshadow, eyeliner, and contrasting red lipstick combo, that dusky colour coordination so iconic of the passionate slattern.
As Shelly chucked the lipstick over onto the bed, she stood back up, resumed readying herself, and asked "So, tell me a little about what you did, before House Venus. When you came in, you were dressed like a boy, and not even a particularly good-looking one, no offense. You were..." Shelly glanced over, smirked a little, dropped her voice a few levels, and added "Well, boring." Kimmy quietly clicked her tongue, idly reaching up and preening her pigtails. Somewhat out of the corner of her mouth, she answered in a low voice of her own, remarking "Well, ya know, that was kinda the point, Shelly."
"How's that? Does it have anything to do with this roommate of your's?" She asked, idly stepping into some panties. Kimmy watched her pull the underwear on before responding, finding herself somewhat...Surprised with Shelly's choice. The big, tough tomboy wore a simple, if tight, pair of white panties with bright pink trimming. She didn't know why, but she wouldn't have expected something so...Delicate. Of course, with the Aussie's lingering hard-on, the gentle femininity of the underwear was pretty thoroughly shattered by that big pole she had to tuck inside, leaving a long, thick shape sticking out towards her hip.
Kimmy pulled her eyes off of her partner for the day and did like she was, pulling on the pink panties Beverly had provided her with for Hormone Day. "No, it has nothing to do with him," she answered, her eyes aimlessly drifting across the rest of the dorm. "Travis is a good guy. He's never done anything to make me feel like I need to hide it." Kimmy gave a gentle exhale. Her jaw momentarily tightened as her eyes drifted down towards the floor. After a moment, she somewhat quietly added "...The only person making me feel like I need to hide it is me, myself. At this point in my life, I could just be myself, if I really wanted to. But, after hiding it for so long, I guess it was just easier to..."
She didn't bother finishing her thought. Her brow furrowing, she looked down at herself as she slid on piece after piece of her uniform. Snowy white nylons went up those legs and thighs, and then those shiny black slippers were coming on her feet, followed by the lace cuffs on her wrists. In something of a mutter, she remarked "You know, it all started when I was a kid, really. I didn't think my mom or dad would understand. Sure, they'd still love me, I thought, but if they knew the truth, it'd still change the way they thought. So, I kept it to myself, and once I started to get older and realized that the other boys didn't have hips like me, I was, uh...Put in a bit of a position."
Kimmy sighed before pulling on her short, frilly dress, smoothing out the glossy back material before straightening up the white apron front. A little brusquely, she added "Obviously, kids are jerks. It was bad enough that I had an ass like a girl, but the more things added up, the more I needed to hide it. I never had a girlfriend, in highschool. I wasn't a jock. I wasn't one of the cool kids who went to parties where we all snuck into somebody's dad's liquor. I didn't get high with any of the pot smokers, and I didn't join the losers who smoked cigarettes at the street corner, every lunch. My grades weren't good enough to get me in with the academic kids. I coasted under the radar."
Brow furrowing, she added "If I hadn't had any friends at all, it would've been miserable. I'm sure everyone suspected, but I just...Y'know, kept quiet, kept my head down, and waited to get the hell out of there." Kimmy caught herself, her eyes rising up to stare off into the distance. What was she doing? She gave a subtle exhale through her nose as a bit of an annoyed look crossed her features. She was rambling, Shelly probably wasn't even really paying attention. Nobody cares to hear about these kinds of problems. When she turned around to look at Shelly, however, fully ready to change the subject, she was a little surprised to find the tall woman seated on the edge of the bed opposite her, attentively watching her.
She went still. Shelly just watched her for a moment more, then lightly raised her eyebrows, as if to gesture her to go on. Kimmy tried for a word, but only a syllable squeaked out. After another couple seconds, she blinked, then slowly said "Um...Yeah. Just. Didn't do much. That's all there is to it...And, all I'm doing is blaming other people." She furrowed her brow, a little, as she gently shook her head, looking at Shelly a little harder. "Maybe hiding made sense when I was a kid in highschool, but I'm an adult, now," she remarked. "I don't have anyone to blame, at this point, but myself. I was hiding."
Kimmy deflated with a silent exhale through the nose, an unimpressed look on her face as she reached up and idly preened her bangs. She stopped herself before her self-deprecating mood had her beating herself up any harder. She wasn't even really sure what had brought it on, all of a sudden. She had thought up half a dozen reasons why she needed to keep hiding, but now...Now, she supposed, they were seeming smaller and smaller. At what cost was she keeping herself safe? She had only been making herself miserable. She had only been hiding herself away from the world, locking herself up in her bedroom, escaping to the worlds of video games. Hell, she had the hots for her roommate, but she couldn't bear the thought of acting on it. That was no way to live life.
Shelly gave her a surprisingly gentle smile. Her voice a little low, she pointed out "Sounds to me like somebody wants to think about their priorities. Sounds to me like somebody's tired of having a particular problem. What do you think they should do about it?" Kimmy weakly raised her eyebrows, glancing off of Shelly at the rest of the dorm. "I don't know yet," she admitted. "...But, I'm gonna think about it, some more," she added, looking back over at Shelly with a little smile. Shelly smiled wider at the resolve in Kimmy's tone. "Glad to hear it," she said, rising to her feet before she resumed dressing herself.
Kimmy stood around and waited for her partner, idly watching the rest of the ladies in the dorm, in the process. She couldn't help but notice, with no small amount of collar-tugging excitement, that most of the other maids moved just a little stiffly, just a little unsteadily. Although none of them really showed it, their body language was enough to betray that they each had a nice, big invader filling up their voids, and it was clearly distracting them. For whatever reason, the thought that none of them could simply ignore their new accessories for the day, the thought that they could all feel it just as much as she could, was more than enough to get her hot.
She quickly turned her eyes back to Shelly once she was finished, ready to head off for breakfast. Kimmy took a few moments to look Shelly up and down, soaking in her first up-close look at the dirty blonde's custom uniform. Judging by the top Shelly had on, it was fairly obvious to Kimmy that Shelly's uniform had been based upon the extra-slutty variant. Instead of any sort of dress, Shelly instead wore a black, silk-thin top, unbuttoned all down the front clear to the waistband of the tight, black spandex shorts she wore. Although the top had been left unbuttoned and conspicuously open, Shelly kept it tucked taut into her shorts, preventing it from billowing about as she moved.
The sleeves were short, but like Kimmy, she had a pair of white lace cuffs about her wrists. The open shirt framed and displayed her washboard abs, punctuated in the middle by her navel, a bizarrely sensual sight that Kimmy lingered on. Of course, her impressive bust was equally framed, either globe decorated by the tiny triangles of her bra. Instead of an ordinary bra with cups, Shelly opted for the type that only covered her areolae with triangles of material, allowing her plenty of room to breathe, jiggle, and sway. True to the maid aesthetic, the bikini top was all black to match her uniform, and either triangle valiantly defending her modesty was trimmed with white ruffles.
At first, Kimmy thought Shelly's shorts were a bit plain, but then she paid slightly closer attention. They were solid black, of course, but the spandex gave them a glossy sort of texture that faintly reflected light, complete with an odd pattern similar to scales. Still, the material was clearly stretchy enough to breathe - Shelly's long, thick bulge was exceedingly visible, shamelessly flaunted through the material, complete with a plump, round shape thoroughly noticeable just further below. The nearly skin-tight shorts stopped around the middles of her thighs, and down below, she wore the same kind of shiny black slippers Kimmy had on, alongside a short pair of snowy white stockings that came up just past her knees.
Sexy ensemble overall, but Kimmy definitely understood why a couple of the other maids had remarked that Shelly was a bit butch, especially when Shelly grabbed the pièce de résistance. A subtle look of recollection crossing her, she stepped back over to her bedside table, pulled open a drawer, and drew out some kind of necklace, which Kimmy swiftly recognized as, of all things, a pair of dog tags. She had noticed the Aussie's necklace on other days, but she hadn't paid close enough attention to realize it was something so military-chic.
Kimmy watched the Aussie pull the thin metal chain around her neck, then flip her hair up and out of the loop. A moment later, she had tied her hair up in a ponytail with a plain black scrunchie, leaving enough of her locks loose to keep her face framed on either side with thick manes. Kimmy watched the way the dog tags settled in deep inside her cleavage, her brow gently furrowing at the metallic glint. Audibly surprised, she remarked "Those look pretty real. Were you in the army, or something?" Shelly scoffed. With a grin, she dismissively remarked "Good one. No, they're my boyfriend's."
With a wave, Shelly set off, walking just a little stiffly all the while. From over her shoulder, she said "C'mon, let's get some grub, already." Kimmy pulled a face and looked off into the distance. Silly her, why had she thought that, anyway? Shelly had the body for it, sure, but who goes from the military to maidhood? Well, then again...Aisha had gone from gangs and dealing to dusting and cleaning, so you could never really tell, she supposed. Hell, Shelly definitely looked tough enough to stomp some ass, why couldn't she have been a soldier? Kimmy went after her in a hurry.
Breakfast went by about as well as it usually did, aside from the rather noticeable absence of Beverly. There was more to her absence than the mere loss of that Amazonian Aryan, all curves and giggles - the social dynamic completely changed, without her around. Obviously, it wasn't just Kimmy who could feel Beverly's disappearance. The maids were generally more quiet, more withdrawn. Nobody seemed melancholic, exactly, but it appeared fairly obvious to Kimmy that the backbone of the social circle had left. One might think that Berri or Clara would thrive without an apparent rival around, but they, too, focused more on eating than chatting.
After a couple minutes of silence, Kimmy stepped up. She had had enough of silent meals back at her parents' house - she wasn't about to start having them again, at work. They were a team, after all, and this was hardly a productive way to begin the day. Looking over at Shelly, she lightly raised her eyebrows and said "So, uh, hey, Shelly, about this boyfriend of your's. He was in the army?" A couple of the other maids raised their eyebrows and looked over, but none of them really seemed intrigued. Perhaps, Kimmy assumed, it was already an old story, and they didn't see any reason to contribute.
Shelly arched an eyebrow and smiled, taking a sip from her morning fruit smoothie before replying "Yeah, he was, for a while. Not anymore, though." With a quick chuckle, a grin, and a playful turn of her head, she added "I keep him close to home, now." Kimmy's eyes shifted to Berri, who gave an uncomfortable squirm in her seat, no big wonder why, before she was smirking and remarking "He's her personal hip-shaking machine, now." Shelly sucked her teeth, looked down the table, and remarked back "Yeah, you're just jealous. We all know the sort of dancing you do in those clubs, Berri. You're never gonna catch a man dancing in the stalls."
A few chortles drifted around the table. Berri's face screwed up with amusement as she slowly drawled out "Fuuuck youuu." Clara started to grin. She threw a sly look over, narrowing an eye. "Oh, she catches plenty. She puts in work," she remarked. Berri raised her eyebrows high and, with a smile, snapped "Oh, fuck you too, Clara, this is why nobody likes redheads!" A few more chuckles came, and with that, people started to open up a little more. Of course, it didn't last too long before their vitamins had them horny like dogs in heat, but it had been better than nothing, at the very least.
After Kimmy and Shelly took their cleaning supplies to the second floor, they split up their duties, with Kimmy taking the dusting and window-cleaning in Harret's library rooms and Shelly doing the same in Harret's dining hall and entertainment room. While en route to her destination, however, Kimmy remembered that Harret's office was in the same wing of the mansion, and in the state the morning's supplements had left her in, her mind began to race with possibilities. What could possibly have kept Beverly away, so long? As much as she thought Beverly's reaction to the summons didn't fit it, the answer still seemed obvious enough: Harret was giving Beverly a much more personal lesson in the ins and outs of Anal Day.
The thought had Kimmy hooting. He certainly hadn't been in the mood for a quickie, in that case - he was getting real in-depth with it, no doubt. Kimmy indulged her sense of mischief and made for Harret's office, hoping to catch the sound of Beverly gasping...Maybe even better than that, if she was lucky. Tiptoeing up to the door, she leaned in close, bringing her ear near the doorframe. To her surprise, she heard no lascivious flesh-on-flesh slapping, nor any salacious moaning. Things were quiet, just for a moment, before she heard Harret say something, but that deep voice of his was just far enough away that it ended up too muffled for her to make out what he had said.
Beverly was easier to make out. "...I suppose. Again, David, I really don't mind the idea of giving a testimony. If it came to that, I'd stand up."
Kimmy's expression immediately opened up in surprise. Harret said something, and although Kimmy couldn't make out the words, she could read his tone well enough to tell that he was denying her, albeit gently.
Beverly gave a faint sigh. "I just knew it'd end up being a problem, letting her inside. She had that air about her, like she was just judging everything she saw, looking down her nose at everything and everyone. I thought it'd only be a little inconvenient on a personal level, though. I never thought she'd actually try to stir up trouble. If I had known it'd become this big of a problem, I wouldn't have been so polite at the door. I would've told her that uninvited guests aren't allowed inside House Venus. The meeting could've been rescheduled."
Harret spoke for a short while, then. By then, Kimmy's mischievous side had thoroughly retreated. Now, she was starting to feel guilty for listening in. No doubt this had something to do with that haughty blonde that had visited the mansion the day before. Brandy was her name, if memory served Kimmy correctly. Whatever was going on with her, it was certainly a personal conversation for the two staff leaders.
Beverly sounded more resigned as she answered whatever Harret had last said. "I just wish there was something I could do. I helped create this problem, it's eating at me that I can't help fix it. Again, I'm sorry, David. If you wanted me to say something when you give the speech, I'd understand."
Kimmy refused to intrude upon their privacy any further, but in her gut, she felt cold, uneasy. Whatever was going on was clearly big. If Beverly was worried, Harret probably was, too. The two of them had already been in there talking for over an hour, by that point. And, what was this about a speech? That cold sensation spread from Kimmy's stomach to her chest before she finally willed her feet to move, carrying her away from her eavesdropping. As she set about her work, however, her mind was awhirl. She couldn't let go of what little she had heard. She'd need to try her best to look surprised, whenever this mysterious speech took place.
She didn't need to wait very long.
She and Shelly both finished up their first set of chores by the time lunch rolled around, and after they had returned their cleaning supplies to the janitorial closet, they made for the canteen, finding Beverly and Harret both awaiting the lot of them. Beverly gave Kimmy a chipper smile when she saw her, but Kimmy could read the dim look in her eyes. She was just putting up a front so as not to worry anyone, but Harret was a little more sincere about his gloomy mood. There were a few innocent questions or wisecracks from a couple of the others, and although Beverly tried to humour them, Harret's somewhat muted responses quickly gave the others the same distinct unease that Kimmy had been experiencing for some time.
Things didn't get underway until everyone had taken their lunch trays and sat themselves at the long table. Kimmy glanced over, raising her eyebrows. Although Eve, the cook, didn't bring herself out from the kitchen, she nonetheless watched from behind the counter, clearly just as confused as the maids. Kimmy quickly turned her head back around to the other end of the table as Harret lightly clapped his hands together just the once, threading his fingers together in the process. "Alright, ladies," he started out, practically sighing the words. Raising his eyebrows, his eyes lingered down on the table before quickly shifting from one pair of eyes to the next. "I'm afraid I have some bad news," he calmly stated.
Kimmy's eyes shifted to Beverly as the tall blonde gave a silent sigh, her shoulders lightly slumping. Not only did her smile vanish, but her eyes began to drop low. It was obvious how uncomfortable Harret was with the statement he was about to make, given the way he preened himself like a gentleman, tugging at the cuffs of his suit jacket to check the fit. After a moment of letting his mouth hang open, he drew in a breath and, his brow sinking, said "...I'm not going to beat around the bush, on this one. It came to my attention, this morning, that, ah...Someone is now attempting to accuse me of medical malpractice. The wheels are already in motion."
"What?" Aisha blurted out, her brow knitting in confusion. Courtney narrowed an eye. "Medical malpractice," she repeated, incredulously. "But you haven't done anything wrong, my dear. What's this nonsense all about?" Harret stopped raising his eyebrows. He briefly glanced off to the side in suppressed exasperation before remarking "Do you remember our uninvited guest, yesterday? One miss Brandy?" Courtney raised an eyebrow and spoke for them all as she, in that posh accent of her's, dryly retorted "Of course. Difficult to forget."
Harret slipped a hand into one of his jacket pockets. His eyes half-closed, he arched his eyebrows again, laconically stating "It's her. I imagine that not long after she left the grounds, yesterday, she attempted to extend a formal complaint to not only my place of business, but to the medical board, as well. Her complaint is rather circumstantial, at this point - she's really just making some noise and hoping I'll get in trouble as a result - but if it comes right down to it and an investigation goes underway, I'll be more than inconvenienced. I no doubt will face legal repercussions." Kimmy blurted out "But why? You haven't done anything wrong!"
Harret lightly tilted his head to the side. Patiently, he explained, stating "It's not quite that simple, Kimmy. In the eyes of the law, I've done several things wrong. Although I'm sure most people would agree with you, the argument could be made that, whether or not you were all willing participants, it was inappropriate of me to supply you with the supplements I've been offering. If somebody was vindictive enough, they could try to spin the story in such a way that I, some no-good pharmaceutical developer, took in "unfortunates," conditioned them to be sex slaves, and forced them to take drugs in order to chemically leash them."
"Utterly absurd," Courtney snapped, a legitimately aggravated tone in her voice as her brow sank deep. "That's bullshit, that's not what's going on, at all," Berri remarked, glancing around at the other maids. Harret raised his eyebrows, gave a faint nod, and wearily said "It is absurd, but you see, that's the clever trick to the whole affair. The entire issue revolves around you, but none of you would be considered impartial witnesses, in this sort of case. The prosecution would argue that your defence of me is just indication that I'm at fault; you'd only defend me because I've made you dependent on designer drugs, or because of Stockholm Syndrome, or whatever else they dream up. So, although your testimonies should be of the most value, it'll instead get thrown out."
"I fuckin' knew that bitch was up to no good," Clara bitterly remarked, curling her lip up as she glanced skyward. Harret gave a little sigh, finally getting to the heart of the dark, no doubt in his eagerness for the dawn to break. "As your employer," he stated, "I thought it only proper to warn you all. If things turn out the way Brandy no doubt wants, I would very likely wind up arrested, or at the very least, I'd lose my medical licence and you would all be forced from my service on legal grounds. Either way, House Venus would be a thing of the past. It's possible that you might all be required to submit to medical examinations. Your employment situations aside, I had to warn you of what might happen, down the road."
"There has to be something we can do," Shelly offered, a concerned look plain on her face. Picking up her unopened packet of pills, she gave it a little wave, raising her eyebrows as she added "Nobody ever forced me to take these things. I'm not a little kid, I took them of my own free will, and I like what they do to me." A few grumbles of agreement rose up, and more still came when Berri chimed in "You're not force-feeding us crack, over here, we all wanted to get girlier." Harret raised his eyebrows high. His eyes nearly shutting, he wearily answered "They won't understand that. They won't listen to you. As far as they'd be concerned, your opinions can't be trusted because I'm "controlling" you."
He raised his eyebrows and looked up towards the ceiling without tilting his head back. Flatly, he added "And, regardless, I'm not going to lie, there is some ground for dispute. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, in the eyes of the law." His eyes dropped back to the table, that weary look coming back over him. "I did it, anyway, because I wanted to help and I knew that I could," he more softly added. "It'd be one thing to have maid staff, even sensual maids, but the crux of the issue is that I have been supplying you all with pharmaceuticals, and the justice system isn't going to look on that as leniently as you might expect, given the circumstances. From the outside, the arrangement we all have with each other is...Iffy."
"I can't believe this," Hitomi mumbled, staring down at her food. Harret's eyes homed in on her. Kimmy watched as strength began to return to his features. Determination sharpened his eyes, and he began to look more alert, less weary. "However," he firmly continued, "that all aside, that is not to say that Brandy is simply going to get her way and kick me down into the dirt. She's picking a bigger fight than she probably realizes. I'm not going to be bullied by somebody like her. I gave you the worst-case scenario, but here's what's actually happening, right now: she's making noise, but the people listening to her realize how absurd this little situation is."
Harret narrowed his eyes. Passion began to rise in his voice, and it visibly revitalized Beverly, leaving her looking brighter. "Somebody who isn't even in the medical profession hears some rumours and pays a single brief business trip to my home, unannounced upon my gated property I might add, catches a glimpse of some curvaceous women in my employ, and then attempts to accuse me of medical malpractice, certain that my profession and the figures of my employees are somehow related? It's very flimsy, and at the moment, it boils down to whether or not her good word can spark an investigation, and not only is my professional record spotless, but I'm a bit of a social butterfly, if I do say so, myself."
Raising an eyebrow, Harret firmly asserted "As much as what I've done with you all might be wrong in the eyes of the law, regardless of the fact that you were all willing participants of sound mind and body, there are also laws in place to protect somebody like me from somebody like Brandy. People can't just toss around random accusations at just anyone and have their life flipped upside-down, or even ruined, in the chaos. Right now, Brandy's position isn't superbly compelling, and the best-case scenario is, I cast enough doubt on her credibility that we can all be spared from having this issue escalate."
Harret's tone calmed, some. Beverly looked over and watched him as he said "If I can't do that and an investigation does go underway...Well, I already told you the worst-case scenario. But, I'm pretty confident I'll be able to have Brandy's complaint thrown out before anyone even humours it. She and I have a, uh...Well, let's just say that yesterday wasn't the first time we met, and I have several credible sources and pieces of evidence to show that Brandy's accusation is nothing more than a personal attack, baseless and contemptible." Courtney brought a hand near her chest, rather earnestly offering "My dear, if there's anything at all I can do to help..."
Harret raised his hand, graciously answering "You can refuse to let this bother you, and go on to have a nice Tuesday." The kindhearted answer put some smiles back on faces. Courtney couldn't help but beam, a little, as she begrudgingly answered "Oh, very well." Harret smiled and glanced at Beverly, then asked "You are having a nice Tuesday so far, aren't you, girls?" A disorganized din of agreement came from the maids before Berri grinned, nodded at Shelly, and said "Sheila's trying for the Pipe Cleaner, again."
Harret smiled from ear to ear. "Well, let's see how far you can go before taking it out, this time," he remarked, the teasing undercurrent to the words causing some grins to sprout. Shelly furrowed her brow, but she was smiling just as playfully as Harret was. "So far, so good," she answered. "I try not to bend over too much," she casually added with a good-natured shrug, which had Hitomi and Aisha giggling. Harret's head lightly recoiled as he held back a chortle. He threw everyone a wave as he said "Right, well, I have some calls to make. Have fun, ladies."
He tossed Beverly a glance, and she gave him a chipper smile and a wiggle of her fingers by way of goodbye. "They're all your's, Bev," he remarked, then turned and headed for the canteen door. She stood and watched him until he had stepped outside, and only once he was outside of earshot did she turn and practically skip towards Eve. She gave an anxious whimpering. "God damn, I'm starving," the stacked blonde blurted out, faux-whispering loudly enough for the others to overhear. A few chuckles drifted across the table.
Kimmy watched Beverly cross the room with a jiggle and a wiggle, get her food, and come back on over, rejoining the rest of the maids near the end of the table. Giving the Head Maid a rueful smile, Kimmy asked "You didn't get a chance for breakfast, even?" Beverly briefly widened her eyes as she tore open her packet of pills, warmly exclaiming "No, not even a nibble! Master Harret and I had a ton to talk about, I've been in his office all morning."
She glanced upwards, her eyelashes fluttering as she took a few quick blinks in rapid succession. Her voice lowering a little, she begrudgingly cussed, remarking "This...Bullshit with Brandy took some getting used to. We both needed to vent, a little." Kimmy watched Beverly swallow her pills two at a time, her expression slowly turning a little downcast. Once Beverly was finished, Kimmy simply stated "Guys, I don't want my first week here to be my last one, too."
Beverly looked over, her eyebrows lightly rising as a wide smile brightened up her face. Kimmy felt a hand touch her back, giving a couple rubs up and down. She looked over at Shelly as her hand rose to her far shoulder and pulled her closer, touching her side to the Aussie's in a little hug. Kimmy couldn't help but smile, a little, at the grin Shelly flashed her. From the other side of the table, Courtney met Kimmy's eyes and confidently stated "It won't be, my dear. Whoever this Brandy woman thinks she is, Harret is far from a pushover. He isn't going to simply take this, lying down."
Kimmy looked over as Beverly chimed in. Still smiling from ear to ear, Beverly lightly raised an eyebrow and, with a knowing tone, insisted "He didn't get where he is now by letting bullies walk all over him. Try not to worry too much, hon. Master Harret'll deal with Brandy." Kimmy put another smile on. She had to admit, Beverly's confidence boosted her spirits. If this whole affair was more of an annoyance than a real concern, then so be it. Still, all the same, a cold tingle persisted in her belly. She did her best to drown it with smoothie and salad, but it stubbornly lingered.
She was only just starting to get into the rhythm of things, at House Venus. She didn't want to have to go back to her daytime persona, and without House Venus there to reinforce her Kimmy side, she knew she'd wind up tempted to turtle up, again. She was finally coming out of her shell - she didn't want to lose it, out of the blue.
At the very least, allow her enough time to finally start being herself with Travis!
~~End of Ch. 5~~
Chapter 6: Tuesday Afternoon - Limber Up
Chapter Text
Kimmy's Maid Training
Part II ‑ "Interdiction"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: February 4, 2017
Kimmy hurried to pick up the receiver dangling off of Beverly's hand. Shelly, close behind the shorter maid, crossed her arms beneath her big bust, smiling as she tossed Beverly a glance. The tall blonde gave a wink, tapped a finger to her wrist, and mouthed the words "Not too long" before she wiggled her fingers at the two of them in a wave goodbye. Before she could walk off, however, Kimmy was abruptly reaching out and taking her by the forearm, halting her without a word of explanation.
Beverly looked over in confusion, but Kimmy only shot her a quick glance up in the eyes before she was looking down. Holding the receiver to her ear, she cooed "Hey, Travis? Ahem." Trying not to wince at herself, she dropped her voice a touch to match to her daytime persona, trying to ease back out of Kimmy mode as she offered "Hey, yeah, I'm here." Beverly and Shelly both raised eyebrows and let their eyes fall to slits, glancing sidelong at each other.
"Hey, dude, it's me. How's everything going?"
Kimmy couldn't help but smile from ear to ear as she let Beverly's wrist slip from her fingers, but still, the Head Maid had taken the hint. She stuck around, turning to face Kimmy as she watched, hands on her hips all the while. Kimmy gave a couple blinks in rapid succession as her eyes aimlessly drifted around. Fighting back the grin, trying not to wiggle on the balls of her feet, she said "I told you, you don't need to check in with me, or anything. Everything's going fine, man. I'm doing alright."
"Well, I wanted to, anyway. I'm not used to not having you around to bullshit with. Besides, maybe you've already got a couple funny stories, or am I giving janitorial work too much credit?"
Kimmy lightly raised an eyebrow. That giant smile of her's finally split into a grin. Her eyes going off to the corners, she intentionally mumbled as she quietly remarked "Ohh, I think I've got a couple stories, by now." Shelly grinned and chuckled into a hand, suppressing the noise.
"Yeah? Anything crazy? Making friends over there, or just frenemies?"
Kimmy's grin relaxed back into a wide smile, and her eyes simply fell half-closed. "A bit of both for now, I think, but it's all in good fun," she casually replied. She dropped her free hand to her hip, glancing over at the two tall blondes waiting nearby. "I'd tell you about my coworkers, but, y'know, I can't stay on the phone all day long. What's going on with you?" Kimmy blinked and lost her smile as she spotted Beverly and Shelly share a conspiratorial glance. When they looked back at Kimmy, they both smiled innocently, pointed a finger at their chests with one hand, and flapped their fingers with the other hand.
The message was clear. Kimmy immediately furrowed her brow a little, her lips puckering in a tiny "o" as she shook her head at the two, eyeing them with open suspicion. No way in hell was she trusting the two of them with Travis, of all people. Shelly grinned, whereas Beverly just smiled wider at the protectiveness.
"Oh, well, yesterday was kinda rough. I don't know. I wasn't in a bad mood or anything, but there were all these asshole customers being difficult, and my boss was being pissy. Ended up being a long day, you know? Then I go home, and it's like, well, what do I do? There's no game on, it's too early to go out, and you aren't around to hang out with. I was bored, I guess."
Kimmy couldn't help but smile, again. Reaching her free hand up, she idly played with the frosted tip of one of her long pigtails, rolling her locks between her finger and thumb. "Yeah, I know what you mean," she said, her voice going a little placid. "There's no downtime, in this job. I already miss being able to just sit around and watch TV." Almost in unison, Beverly and Shelly quietly clicked their tongues, raised a hand, and wagged a finger at her. Kimmy paid them no heed. The somewhat melancholic tone in Travis' voice left her unsteady.
"Sounds like a blast, over there. Now the pizza's all mine, I guess. Might be a bit much, though."
Kimmy's smile faded. She looked off into the distance for a couple seconds. She could already feel the adrenaline trickling into her system, making her blood pulse harder in her veins. Say it, she ordered herself. Stop beating around the bush and say what's on your mind. The words slipped out before she could clench her teeth and filter them. Her lips barely moving, she confessed "...I miss you, man." Beverly instantly looked surprised, then impressed. Smiling from ear to ear, she raised her eyebrows and held her hips, while Shelly, meanwhile, smirked high and crossed her arms beneath her bust, again.
Kimmy, herself, didn't feel quite so grand. She promptly screwed her eyes shut tight, internally raging at herself for blurting out something so stupid. She brought her free hand over and loosely covered her eyes, more out of embarrassment than anything else. What in God's name had she just done? The line was quiet, for a few seconds. Eventually, he made a noise, like an aborted syllable.
"Uh..."
She bit her lip. Somebody give her a gun, then stand back. She couldn't stand another second of this tension.
His tone steadied before he gave a chuckle. "...I miss having you around too, man."
Kimmy's eyes brightened up, widening a touch. She had no idea what the laugh meant, and she would've killed and died to find out. She started to smile from ear to ear, and she couldn't help but turn her head down as her face began to warm up. She opened her mouth to answer him, but she could only get out a sheepish "W-Well" before, without warning, a pair of hands were shooting up the back of her maid dress. Kimmy's head jerked up as her face went blank. In the blink of an eye, the person behind her had pulled her panties down around her knees, goosed her, and grabbed the base of her plug, giving it a hard enough wiggling to send vibrations coursing up through her stomach. Kimmy practically yowled.
Looking over her shoulder, wide-eyed with shock and indignation, she just about dropped the receiver as she reverted to her bubbly Kimmy voice, blurting out "Shelly, what the hell?!" The Aussie grinned up at her, offering only a wink by way of explanation. Equally as unexpectedly, Beverly abruptly reached out and snatched the receiver out of Kimmy's hand, grinning to herself as she brought it to her ear. Kimmy sucked in a gasp and hurried to reach out, crying out "N-No, don't talk to him!"
Shelly's arms wrapped themselves around her stomach and, with enough force to make Kimmy give an "Oof," Shelly was sitting back on the edge of Beverly's bed, pulling Kimmy alongside her until the big-bummed trap was thudding into her lap. Kimmy squirmed and struggled, but the Aussie had her in a damn vise, those arms of her's keeping her locked ass-to-crotch with seemingly very little real effort. Beverly, a beaming smile on her face, audibly held back a giggle as she warmly said "I'm sorry, Travis, but our friend needs to get back to work, now. Feel free to call again tomorrow, though! I think it's really nice that you want to check in with him, it definitely helps with the homesickness."
Kimmy slowly gave up on fighting as it sank in that Beverly didn't intend on saying anything embarrassing. The Aryan closed her eyes and gave a chipper smile, listening for a few moments before giggling out "Yeah, a little. Around now's a good time to call. I'll make sure to let him know, tomorrow. Bye-bye, now!" Kimmy crossed her arms and pouted, even as Shelly chuckled and playfully bounced her legs up and down, jostling Kimmy's own. Beverly stepped closer to her bedside table and hung up the phone, prompting Kimmy, who still had her pink panties left humiliatingly stretched around her knees, to petulantly mutter out "You're both off my Nice List."
Shelly tittered, close behind her head. She dropped her hands to Kimmy's thick thighs, giving them ripple-inducing pats. "I thought we were getting you out of an embarrassing situation," she offered, sounding pretty believably sincere, Kimmy thought. As Beverly turned to face her, an innocent smile on her face all the while, Kimmy couldn't help but start to smile, again, herself. She started to hang her head down as the sizzle started back up, her tummy beginning that damnable warm feeling, that fluttering. Trying not to mumble, she admitted "It wasn't so embarrassing, in the end...He said he missed me, too."
Beverly raised her eyebrows high. Raising a hand to the side of her face, she cooed out a happy "Awww, hee-hee!" The sound only made Kimmy blush harder. Shelly chuckled by her ear, happily remarking "See? See? I had a funny feeling your honey'd like you, too. I guess you were right: the only one saying you need to hide, anymore, is yourself." Beverly idly trailed the back of a finger down along her jaw, beginning to grin as her finger dropped off at her chin, her hand settling over the center of her chest. Reassuringly, she encouraged "I'm really proud of you, Kimmy, that took some guts. I get the feeling that your first day back home won't be nearly as awkward as you might've thought."
With a wink, she added "Now you know Travis is waiting for you!" Kimmy smiled from ear to ear, looking off to the side. Doubt, or realism as she'd consider it, crept up at the back of her head. She tried to backpedal, remarking "W-Well, I mean, hang on. I told him I missed him, but he didn't say it quite like that. Y'know, he took a couple seconds to say anything, and when he did, he only said he missed having me around...It's not the same thing." Her blush started to fade, taking her smile along with it. Giving a little shrug, she more confidently restated "It's not the same thing. Doesn't mean the same thing."
Shelly gave a grumble. "Why are you trying to find reasons to spook yourself?" Kimmy gave a bit of a start when Shelly brought one of her hands up high, slipping it between her thighs well enough to hike up her dress. Giving her bare crotch a fondle, she nonchalantly remarked "All you're doing is torturing this little guy, and you know it. You made your move, and he didn't say something like "What? No homo, bro. I gotta get back to weightlifting." He said he missed you, too." Kimmy shifted her eyes to Beverly, wincing a little as she looked for her input. Beverly was still smiling. Giving a little nod, she gently insisted "Don't be afraid, Kimmy. You're not giving Travis enough credit. He doesn't sound like a stupid guy, to me."
Shelly leaned in a little closer and started up some breathy whispering, so close behind her ear that the Aussie could've licked her. "He's waiting, Kimmy! It's been a long, hard wait, but he knows you're worth it...Oh, he's watching you do the housework in your maid uniform, wiggling in all the right places - what a sexy maid he has, with an ass that big!" Kimmy went scarlet, all over again. She grit her teeth, her brow furrowing as she squirmed her shoulder up, trying to block out Shelly's voice. Beverly grinned as Shelly giggled, but Kimmy stubbornly blurted out "Knock that off, there's no way I'm wearing my uniform at home! Hell no, not happening!"
When Shelly tried to argue, Kimmy grinned vitriolically and began forcibly grinding her hips around, pressing around that big ass Shelly evidently admired so much against the Aussie's lap. "Not happening," she insisted, and as soon as Shelly's hold had loosened up enough, Kimmy was standing up, giving her no opportunity to argue. She reached down, pulled her panties back up, and stepped away, shooting the dirty blonde a faux glare. Shelly just grinned, a sort of competitive glint flashing across her eyes. Beverly watched Kimmy leave, followed promptly by Shelly, silently making squeezing motions at her partner's rear. Beverly merely glanced skyward and shook her head, smiling to herself.
The two returned to their work for the day, getting on with a second portion that Beverly had previously assigned. Together, they dusted down a couple of the conference rooms Harret kept on the third floor of the mansion, reserved for his business affairs. Largely as nothing more than small talk, Kimmy asked Shelly how often the rooms even went used. Did Harret host cocktail parties and the like often, at all? Shelly nonchalantly explained that, sure, he held some sort of business-related affair or party typically about once a month, and whenever he did, the maids were always there to help cater to the guests.
They were fun little shindigs, Shelly remarked. The guests were almost exclusively men, and they sure adored the eye candy. Plus, it was entertaining to see the occasional middle-aged businessman get so sloshed that he's red-faced and stumbling about like a loon. An uncomfortable question quickly became the elephant in the room for Kimmy, but she tried to refrain for fear of an even more uncomfortable answer. Shelly inadvertently gave her an indirect answer when she added that, of course, the maids wore more conservative uniforms whenever events were taking place.
She never understood whether Harret did it for the modesty of the maids, if he did it for himself to shelter his sexual proclivities, or if it only seemed the civilized thing to do. Kimmy tried to leave it at that, but then she pushed herself to stop being timid and finally asked the question on her mind: if the maids dressed a little more traditionally for business arrangements, did that mean that...Well, that the guests weren't given free reign of the maids? Shelly gave a laugh, at that. Not at all, she reassured. In fact, Harret took it as a sign of disrespect if his guests tried getting grabby with his hired help. Most of them were well-behaved, but if they took too much to the drink or took the wrong message going in to House Venus, Harret wasn't afraid to sort them out in a snap.
Kimmy was certainly relieved to hear it. The small talk naturally escalated from there, turning to more personal topics. Innocently, Kimmy asked how long Shelly had been with her boyfriend for. How serious were they? Shelly seemed quite happy to talk about him, and eagerly explained that the two of them had been together for a couple years. They had been together for a while before her transition into the busty bombshell Kimmy saw before her, Shelly teased with a wink, and yes, before she asked, he was a definite fan of her change in looks, probably at least partly in thanks to how well she had turned out, in the end. Besides, in the grand scheme of things, she hadn't changed, much. So some outside details had changed - so what? She was still the same Shelly inside, only now, Shelly was a sheila. Suited the boyfriend fine.
They sounded pretty serious, Kimmy observed. Shelly gave a contented shrug. She supposed so, she remarked, a knowing hint in her tone. They were exclusive, and they spent all of her vacation weeks together. If that was serious, then she supposed they were. It didn't bother Shelly, Kimmy asked, doing all the sex games with the other maids? It didn't bother her or the boyfriend, how she probably has sex with Harret with some measure of regularity? Or, did he not know about her job? Shelly brushed off the idea with a scoff and a hand-wave. Of course it didn't bother her, or the boyfriend, she remarked. Everything at House Venus was purely business. Fun business, sure, but as far as Shelly was concerned, it was no different from being an adult actress. What she did at work and what she did with her heart were two separate things.
The boyfriend felt the same, Shelly remarked, and if he ever forgot, she made sure to fuck his brains out, all week long. That was usually enough to reassure him, she chuckled out. Trying not to let her voice crack, Kimmy, as casually as she could, asked if there was any truth to Berri's remark, at breakfast. Shelly had to think back, but then she was giving Kimmy an oblique grin. Why did she want to know, she asked? Would it disappoint her to hear that the big, tough tomboy actually got a massive thrill out of being on the receiving end? Because, Shelly remarked, if Kimmy was looking for a top to use and abuse her, Clara would be right up her alley.
Kimmy went a little pink at the thought. That wasn't it at all, she stammered out. Shelly raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side for an askew look. Kimmy hurried to say that she had only been curious, was all. What Shelly did or how she behaved in the bedroom was none of Kimmy's business...But, she admitted, she was a little surprised to hear that Shelly wasn't more, well, direct. She seemed both playful and aggressive enough for it, Kimmy commented. She swallowed hard when Shelly suddenly began to approach her, taking slow, measured steps. Grinning now, she cornered Kimmy against the wall, just like she had done in the showers, that morning.
Looking down into a now very nervous Kimmy's eyes, Shelly breathed out "I can be plenty direct, when I want to be. It doesn't hurt when I'm with someone nice and shy..." Kimmy squeaked. She glanced downwards. Something meaty was already stretching spandex. She looked back up and smiled nervously, cheekbones cocking up as she gave a sheepish titter. With the one hand to the wall over Kimmy's shoulder, the free hand perched on her hip, Shelly let her eyes ease half-closed as she casually remarked "You fancy me, don't you? I can tell. You think I haven't seen the way you've been looking at me, all day? Either you fancy me, or you're hornier than usual for a House Venus maid. That's saying something."
Shelly leaned over her a little, prompting Kimmy's eyes to dart down as the Aussie's dog tags slipped out from inside her cleavage. Judging by the grin growing across her face, Shelly was getting a real kick out of her own teasing. Her voice going low again, she was audibly amused as she remarked "Look at you, blushing like a schoolgirl. How long is it gonna take for you to loosen up, around here? I know it's only your third day, but...C'mon. It's not like I'm whipping it out and asking for a suck, here." She arched an eyebrow, grinning wider. Her free hand shifted from her hip to the waistband of her spandex shorts, her thumbnail idly trailing along the edge. With a little chuckle, she mumbled "Although..."
"Am I interrupting something, you two?"
Shelly instantly stood up straight, holding her hands together behind her back as she took a step away from Kimmy. With an innocent whistle and a terribly dishonest tone in her voice, Shelly remarked "Not at all, Bev, we were just chatting!" Kimmy gave a sheepish grin and exhaled a quiet chuckle, her eyes shifting over towards the conference room's entrance. There stood Beverly, a knowing smile on her face, an eyebrow subtly raised. Like Shelly, she held her hands together behind her back, and as she took a few steps deeper into the room towards them, she playfully remarked "I don't have to remind you two that fraternization is against the rules, do I? I don't think I do."
Smiling wider with amusement, she glanced back and forth between them, chirping "Do I?" Kimmy shook her head, flustered enough to make her pigtails swing. Shelly, not even attempting to cover the bulge in her shorts, smiled from ear to ear and cheerily answered "Nope, no way. Not us, Bev. We know the rules." "Good," Beverly cooed, giving a quick grin before relaxing. Raising her eyebrows, she watched as Kimmy stood herself up from the wall, clearing her throat as she smoothed out her uniform, preening herself. A bright smile on her face, Beverly said "So, here we are, Kimmy. Third day at House Venus. You're doing great, hon. How's Anal Day been, so far? Not too hard?"
With a grin, she added in "Kinda fun, huh? Have you ever used plugs, before?" Kimmy eyed Beverly's arms, still conspicuously folded behind herself. Although she looked fairly at ease, Kimmy had to make a conscious effort not to mumble as she admitted "Ehh...Not for as long as this, no." Shelly smirked at the tacit admission, but then she was narrowing her eyes at the Head Maid. Crossing her arms under that heaving bosom of her's, Shelly turned her head to the side a little, giving the Aryan an askew look.
Smiling widely, she knowingly murmured "Hey...Y'know, Bev, I don't remember you being this nice to me, when I first started working here. You checked on me a couple times, but the sitreps were usually at meals. What gives?" Kimmy blinked. Beverly raised her eyebrows at Shelly and offered an innocent little shrug. Her bright grin relaxing to a sweet little smirk, she merely answered "I've refined my orientation technique, since then." Shelly's mouth hung open as she gave a little nod. She ran the end of her tongue across her front teeth, then hummed out "Uh-huh."
Kimmy's eyes darted off at nothing in particular, holding for a moment as tingles began to fill her tummy. Was Beverly...Was she paying special attention to her? Kimmy gave a big, bright smile as she looked back over into Beverly's eyes, unable to hold back a bubbly giggle. Beverly turned her smirk to Kimmy, let her eyes ease half-closed, gave a subdued shake with her head, and remarked "Ignore her." Kimmy couldn't stop smiling, but she went along with the escape route, stepping away from the topic with a friendly "Sure, alright. Heh heh."
Beverly took on her usual bright, happy look, eyes alert and smile wide, as she said "Okay then, let's get on to the business at hand. I didn't come here just to check in on you two, after all. I'm hoping Anal Day has been fun so far, Kimmy, because..." Her smile split into a bright grin. Holding back a giggle, she abruptly pulled her hands out in front of herself, brandishing her secret weapon. With a wink, she finished her thought, saying "...We're moving on to the next part! I hope the plug didn't make you sore, because we're cranking it up, a notch! We need to prep ourselves for tonight!"
For once, Kimmy's eyes didn't widen, and instead, she merely raised her eyebrows. Sitting in Beverly's hands was, at least superficially, a lewd little device that bore more than a passing similarity to the booster shot dispenser of Oral Day. Considering the current day's theme, Kimmy could only imagine what nefarious purpose this second device aimed to fulfill. The base of the device was a matte black cylinder with either end rounded off, leaving it looking like a pill the size of a wine bottle. Protruding upwards from the center of the device was, just like the booster shot dispenser, a scandalous replica of a male's anatomy, swollen and more detailed than was likely necessary.
Kimmy tried to keep her cool before perspiration beaded on her forehead, offering a breathless sigh out of the corner of her mouth in an attempt to keep calm. Just like the Oral Day toy, the Anal Day device was a startlingly lifelike replica, so much so that the damn thing looked like she could reach out and slide the skin up and down the shaft. She still was no expert on judging inches by sight, but if she had to offer a guess, she would've said that the dildo overtop the device was a good seven inches long, possessing a modest thickness that nonetheless looked girthy compared to her slender dagger, already helplessly raging under her apron.
The thing was modelled circumcised, of course, and lined along the shaft in a couple places with thick veins, complete with urethral bulge straight down the underside. Just like that booster shot dispenser Kimmy had had to suckle at, the anal invader had a pair of incredibly natural-looking testicles slung in a full, rounded beanbag, both gently shifting about with faint, fluid movements that had Kimmy blushing. The damn things looked so full and heavy, they probably would've sloshed if Beverly gave the toy a hard shake. Why did the sex toys at House Venus need to be so fucking natural? How much would one of these things cost, Kimmy wondered? She wasn't about to ask, but if the price wound up reasonable enough, then...
It was coloured pink, flesh-coloured, with some extra flush at the tip. Most scandalous of all, however, were the several kiss marks printed into the scrotum, each a different colour than the rest. Printed into the body of the device in big, white letters, scrawled across it just below the heavy orbs, were the words "Daddy Dick 2.0," something that had Kimmy weakly warbling aloud "Oh, no." Shelly grinned and purred "Oh, yeah. I love this part of the day!" Beverly gave Kimmy a wide smile as she hummed a chortle. Lightly raising her eyebrows, she earnestly said "It's not so bad, don't worry. Let's start at the top: what does this thing do? Well..."
Beverly's eyes shifted down to the tip of the dildo. Kimmy couldn't help but let her eyes follow. After a moment's pause, a clear, sappy fluid abruptly burbled up over the tip's slit, gently flowing in the tiniest trickle from the eye of that false phallus. Kimmy's rump immediately gave an anxious clenching, but the plug still violating her person kept her from barricading the castle gates. She nervously raised a hand and preened her bangs, raising her eyes to Beverly's. Her Head Maid met her eyes and cheerily explained "This toy serves three different, very important functions."
With a grin and a quick shake of her hips, she enthusiastically declared "The first is, duh, to remind us maids what it's like to get fucked, so that we, and our asses, don't forget what it's like to take a man inside. I mean, that much is obvious. If we go too long without filling our bums, we start to tighten up, and then the next time becomes a pain." At that, Beverly widened her eyes a little, uttering "Literally. No fun. Gotta keep it trained." Her grin relaxing to a wide smile, she rather nonchalantly added "Besides, nothing makes you feel sexier and girlier than getting D in the A, right? It's the ultimate in accepting your man! You get on your knees, you reach back, spread 'em, and become his girl! Tells you who you are better than anyone else ever could!"
Kimmy's nostrils flared, a little. Beverly gave a quick, breathless huff of a sigh, glancing off at nothing in particular as she remarked "Whew, I'm getting a little hot just thinking about it. Think it's been a while, for me." Kimmy's eyes uncontrollably dropped to Beverly's tight miniskirt, hoping to spy some kind of bulge, but she swiftly turned her head and looked at Shelly as the Aussie spoke up. Cocking out a hip and holding it, she grinned, her eyes at ease and half-closed. Confidently, she commented "It's gonna take a lot more than a simple butt-fuck to feminize me, Bev."
With a shrug of her eyebrows, one corner of her grin rose higher in a snarling smirk as she added "...But, that doesn't mean people should stop trying." Beverly gave a giggle, grinning so wide her eyes went happily half-closed. Kimmy gave a nervous titter, turned her eyes back to the dildo, but then raised them to Beverly's as her superior continued. Her expression relaxing to a sweet, earnest smile, Beverly watched Kimmy's eyes as she said "But, there's more to it than that. It's not all lewd. The second function the toy serves is related to the first: it's purely to stretch us out, open us up, and get us nice and loose. Not to spoil it, Kimmy, but tonight's jerk-off break is going to involve some dildoing, and a pre-game stretching will help make sure you get off on it."
With a wink, Beverly grinned again, those full lips of her's causing Kimmy's eyes to dart down for a split-second. "That brings me to the third function, related to the first two: when the toy cums, it doesn't shoot booster shots, obviously, although I do have to wonder how much pep a booster suppository would give you. No, when this toy cums, it fills you up with a nice load of goopy lube, and when the stretch session's over, guess what?" Beverly gently raised an eyebrow. Leaning in a little, she dropped her voice to a murmur. "...The plug goes back in," she uttered, much to Kimmy's eyelash-flickering shock. Was she saying what Kimmy thought she was saying?
Shelly gave a bit of a grimace, but she was still smiling as she idly remarked "Believe it or not, that part actually makes the "Bitch-breaker" harder to take. Packs me up tighter, makes it shift around. Makes it harder to ignore walking around with seven inches clogging my pipes, not that it was particularly easy to begin with." Beverly gave her a rueful smile. A sweet lilt in her voice, she answered "But, look on the bright side. Having all that lube in you definitely makes the dildo machine fucking you at the end of the day easier, right?" Kimmy's eyes widened. Glancing back and forth between the two, she blurted out "Dildo machine? Like, one of those piston things?"
When Shelly and Beverly both seemed to ignore her, Kimmy clued in that they were teasing her. Pouting her lips off to the side, she furrowed her brow as Shelly grinned, answering Beverly with a chipper "Yeah, no doubt about that." Raising an eyebrow, Shelly looked over at the sulking Kimmy, trying not to snicker as she offered "So, who's gonna go first, Kimmy? Shy little thing like you probably wants me to do it first, right? No problem, I can-" Kimmy's face went a hint pink in annoyance as she blurted out "I'll go first! I can do it!" She felt just a little too indignant, at the time, to clue in to Shelly's telling grin.
Kimmy looked at Beverly and, her voice already wavering as her confidence tapered off, she hurriedly asked "So, how does this work? What do I do? Do I just turn around?" Beverly gave her a friendly smile and cooed "You turn around, drop your drawers, and pull out your plug. Make sure to bend over a little and hold your knees, and be sure to spread your legs, a bit. That'll give you some balance while the toy does it's work. Then, you just breathe deep and relax. It won't take too long, I promise!" Kimmy's mouth shifted around uncertainly, but then she gave a grumble of agreement.
Well, she thought, at least Anal Day didn't see her getting fucked until after lunch. This shouldn't be too bad, she reassured herself. It's not like she wasn't used to this sort of thing, not that she needed to admit it even if she wanted to. If she had known that her own personal playtime would wind up stretching her ring into a larger-than-usual size, well, she would've cooled it with the toys. And so, trying not to move stiffly, trying not to feel like she was about to get a spanking for misbehaving, the greenhorn maid turned around, bent over a little, and reached up into her dress, hiking up the hem. A moment later, a pretty pink pair of panties were being slid down her thick thighs, left looped around her knees.
Shelly stood there and openly observed, quietly smiling to herself. Kimmy's face was already simmering to a nice strawberry hue as she brought her hands around to her rear side, lifting up her maid uniform until the lacy hem was being slid up past her voluminous cheeks, putting her thick seat cushions on display for the Aryan behind her. She gave a bit of a self-conscious hum, a little whimper, but then she was poking her fingers in between her cheeks, finding the base of her plug, and getting her manicured fingernails under the edge.
Her expression slowly twisted into a knot as she started easing the plug out, taking her time to gradually dislodge the stopper corking up her backdoor. She tried not to groan, but she only managed to suppress it into a little grunt. Her rear access was still a bit greased with the morning's lube, but by that point, much of it had been absorbed into her skin, leaving her progress a little less smooth than she would've preferred. As she eased it out to the midway point, her sphincter yawned open against the swell of the bulb, opening considerably easier on the outwards slide than it would on the inwards push, stretching her ring nice and wide.
She could feel the sensation uncontrollably forcing her prick to stand and salute, raising it as high as it could go. The condom still sheathing her meat, which had filled out and deflated alongside her meat every time she had gotten excited throughout the day, slowly smoothed out little folds and ridges in the material as she filled it to capacity once more, an exceptionally alien sensation that only served to make her fill out the rubber even faster. As Kimmy went past the midway point on the plug, it quickly slipped out the rest of the way, falling free. She gave a relieved sigh, sightlessly staring at the wall in front of her as her body gave a few adrenaline-laced shivers.
She felt so empty, inside...Her body should've been relieved, but instead, she couldn't deny wanting to just put the plug back in. Her tailpipe uncontrollably gave a few experimental flexes, as if to test the newfound space it abruptly found itself with. The intensifying cherry hue in Kimmy's face spread to her ears as she found herself hoping that she wasn't gaping, especially not right in front of Beverly. Still, she had a funny feeling that if she gave a good push with her rump, her crinkle would blossom open. It was a humiliating thought, no doubt about it, but instead of turtling up in shame, she found her stomach tingling, almost as if the adrenaline in her veins were filling it up.
Her face was hot, but it wasn't so embarrassing, anymore. In fact, she was starting to feel a tickle behind her nipples, leaving her buds sensitive to the silken material of her uniform. She played everything off as well as she could. Although she refused to look away from the wall, she kept a relaxed look on her face, doing her best to look nonchalant as she bent over just a little more. Holding her knees, her plug still secure by the base in her right hand, she casually asked "So, uh, what now?" Beverly gave a titter. "Now," she warmly answered, "you just stay still. Hold that position for Daddy."
Shelly grinned to herself, again. Kimmy, meanwhile, felt a tremble run down her spine clear to her now-loosened pucker. Hearing Beverly say something like that did nothing to abate her red-faced excitement. She heard Beverly step a little closer behind her, and after a moment, she vaguely sensed something drifting into the gap between her thighs, prompting her to look down. She raised her left hand from her knee and pulled up her maid uniform, letting her purple latex-shrouded dagger stick free into open air, her somewhat fuller-than-usual beanbag drooping just below. The pill-like base of the sex toy eased in between her thighs until she could see the toy's meaty balls appear beneath her own. Her eyes glazed. They were so much bigger than her's...
A second later, the slippery tip was pushed up underneath her body until it was poking her maidenhood. "Take a deep breath, Kimmy," Beverly instructed, a friendly tone in her voice. "This thing's gonna go a bit deeper than the plug." Kimmy gave a nod, letting go of her maid uniform, holding her knees with both hands once more. She took a few slow, deep breaths until she could feel the flexing in her backdoor settle a little, relaxing all by itself. Then, without any additional warning, the tip of the toy was pushing against her body, and to Kimmy's delight, she hardly even felt it.
The "pre-cum" the toy had oozed offered her fresh lube for entry, and while the dildo certainly wasn't pencil-thin, the plug's widest point had been girthier than the dildo. Compared to the plug, the dildo just eased right on in, sliding into her mushy, velvety depths like it had always belonged there. Kimmy closed her eyes and let her mouth hang open. The sensation fluctuated wildly from second to second.
When the dildo first went in, it was a relief, an undeniable excitement, as it refilled the empty space the removed plug had left behind. Once the dildo went deep enough, Kimmy had to groan, her knees gently twitching closer together before she relaxed. Now, it was entering new space that the plug hadn't touched, and she had to admit, the sensation was satisfying enough to ease her into panting. Ever new inch made the butterflies in her tummy stronger.
Once the dildo went deeper than that, though, things changed. Kimmy gave a guttural grunt, her brow gently furrowing as the feeling subtly shifted. Now, it was a little less like a smooth plumbing of her silken glove, and more like a cramming, a digging, as the dildo pushed even deeper into her pipes...And yet, in spite of that, the quakes in her body grew ever more violent, and the rigidity assailing her neglected prick simply refused to quit. She grunted "B...Bev-" but all the Head Maid offered in response was a motherly shushing and a sweet "Almost there, Kimmy! Hold on tight! Daddy wants to bottom out in that big ass of your's!"
Not even for a second did Kimmy find herself rebelling against the idea. She gave another husky grunt to show compliance, her somewhat petite manhood visibly jumping underneath her uniform. The heat in her face flushed to her chest as perspiration turned her forehead shiny. She endured the slow tunnelling the dildo engaged in, doing her absolute best not to clench or flex her ass in any way. It certainly wasn't easy, not with the way she could feel the firm lump of her own prostate uncontrollably compressed by the inwards push of the anal invader. If she just flexed a few times, it'd probably feel so good she could...Ohh...
The sensory overload of the situation left Kimmy feeling drowsy, the girly-boy doing her best to keep her eyes from rolling back. After another moment or two, she felt the base of the toy begin to press against her ass, nuzzling against her cheeks and the gap between. Beverly gave an excited coo, and Shelly chuckled and offered some polite clapping. Beverly happily purred out "Good job, Kimmy! Look at you, you're doing great! I knew you could do it, and you look so sexy, like this! All you have to do now is sit down on Daddy's balls, and then the real stretching can begin. Don't worry, it won't take long, and then you'll get that nice, goopy cumshot!"
At first, the encouragement had Kimmy giving a breathless huff of a laugh, but when she heard "the real stretching," she understandably went pale. She took a gulp. Trying not to warble, she repeated "Uh...Real stretching? W-What the heck am I doing right now? It feels like it's pushing up into my stomach, Bev!" Beverly gave a titter. Shelly walked over in front of Kimmy, causing the girly-boy's eyes and eyebrows to flick up in surprise. The Aussie had a warm smile on her face as she leaned over a little, bringing herself down until she could take Kimmy's hips in her hands.
"Don't worry, you'll do fine, Kimmy," Shelly nonchalantly reassured. With a wink, she began to ease Kimmy's hips down the final inch, trying not to grin as she said "Just think about the look on Daddy's face, right now. Think about how he's groaning, yeah? He never expected his big-butt maid to take his whole pole up her ass on the first go...You little slut, you. When he cums, he's gonna clog you up with that thick Daddy cock-snot." The dirty talk was enough to break Kimmy's lingering defences. When the toy fully connected with her body, when she felt two soft, hard shapes firmly nestle up against her balls, her eyelids finally flickered shut.
The sweaty face she saw, that groan she heard for but a split-second, was of a man, no doubt, and it wasn't Harret. Kimmy didn't delude herself into thinking her mind had wandered anywhere other than the man waiting for her, back home. Daddy, thy name be Travis.
Kimmy tried her best to recapture that image, her mouth hanging open wider as she tried to reconnect with that oh so sweet alternate dimension, that world where she had actually had the balls to seduce her roommate and ride that hunk until he was sweating. Of course, when Beverly thumbed the switch for the toy, a most vigorous vibrating that abruptly coursed through her ass all the way to her abdomen not only shattered any hope Kimmy had of reopening her mind's window, but nearly sent her into hysterics, as well. Descending into wide-eyed yowling, she lost her balance, catching herself by grabbing Shelly's wide flanks. Her voice shivering from the vibrations pulsing through her belly, Kimmy blurted out "Bev! Oh my God, slow it down, back there!"
The Head Maid gave a little giggle, then knowingly cooed "Just hang on, Kimmy, you can do it! If you can't do it for Daddy, do it for me. Do you think you could do it me, babe? Just for a little bit? Just to loosen yourself up?" Kimmy's eyes started to roll back, again. The vibration was so strong, it was practically shaking her prick. When she let her heavy eyelids fall shut, this time, the sweaty, smiling face she saw was over her, not under her. Now, it was a certain bubbly blonde's, thrusting away between Kimmy's upraised legs, those big tits of her's bouncing away all the while. As Kimmy groaned her submission, she could feel an ooze flow like sap up her cum-vein. She could do it, for Beverly...
The dildo vibrated a mile a minute, wildly pummelling around against her insides, tendering her colon until Beverly started to ease it back out. With the vibrations more or less numbing her nerves, it was rather easy for Beverly to slide the toy back out to the halfway mark, bringing it back out from Kimmy's uncharted territory and back into her more comfortable fuckzone. Beverly didn't withdraw any further than that, however, and instead, she drifted her thumb over to a second button on the underside of the device, the one labelled with a long cock and a telltale arrow pointing back and forth.
When the toy abruptly shot outwards with a mechanical whirring, plunging itself all the way back into Kimmy's ass until the toy's balls slapped up against her beanbag, the girly-boy sucked in a choked gasp, squeaking in shock. She bit her lip before the drool in her mouth could slip free, screwing her eyes shut tight as she swallowed it down. She whimpered urgently for Beverly to stop, but she couldn't form the actual words to make her intent clear. The battering ram plunged back and forth into her void with enough force that, were she not holding on to Shelly and Shelly on to her in turn, Kimmy was certain she would've tipped over like a felled tree. This thing was gonna break her!
Kimmy's closed eyes started to cross as tears brimmed in them, making her mascara run as the trickles ran down her cheeks. Her mouth hung open in an "o" as she gasped like a fish out of water. The fluttery tingles coursing through her crotch culminated in a tickle of pleasure, and then, that ooze slowly flowing through her cock intensified, globules of churned spunk numbly beading out of her like a string of pearls, each running into that condom she conveniently had on. Her ass had been caught too off-guard to defy the pummelling it was now taking - she couldn't even grip at the dildo, it slickly shot in and out of her deepest recesses over and over again, those big, fake balls rubbing against her smaller pair on every deep inwards stroke.
Just as Kimmy was about to squeak for Beverly to stop, the Aryan, noticeably breathlessly, instructed "Okay, Kimmy! All you gotta do is ask Daddy to cum, and he'll make an eclair out of your beautiful bubble butt!" Kimmy's eyes rolled back all the way, even as she forced her eyelids to rise. Her legs were quaking. Muscles in her thighs were cramping. Part of her was vaguely aware that if she begged for cum in her ass, she might just fall into a second anal orgasm. If that lube she'd get for a cream filling was actually warm like real, fresh cum, the chances would be near certain. She caved, if only to get the abusive battering ram out of her poor, tender hole, crushed inwards like a sacked fortress' gates.
Her voice warbling up and down every time the dildo hilted her, she breathlessly exclaimed "C-Cum, Daddy! Cum up, ah, my a-aasss! Sh-Shooot it in theeere, G-God!"
Beverly pressed the toy's third and final button. All at once, the machine's pistoning sharply began to slow down. The bulge of the toy's urethra rose up against her inner wall as contents passed through it. Spurts blew from the tip in rhythmic jets, a warm, syrupy lube flooding the depths of her tunnel, gushing right up into her thoroughly dominated hole. Kimmy's eyes went wide. She forgot to breathe. Was this what it felt like? Was this what it really felt like, taking a dicking to the ass? The warmth of the lube spread throughout her tummy, prompting her to idly wonder just how deep it was running into her guts. As the warmth of the lube flowed back towards the entrance to her depths, running into her more sensitive section, more tears made her mascara run even worse.
"Pass me your plug, Kimmy!"
She almost didn't even hear Beverly. After a dazed blink, she let go of Shelly's hips and brought the one hand behind herself, offering Beverly the wide, greased plug. When Beverly took it from her fingers, Kimmy held her knees and did her best to get a grip on herself. She forcibly blinked to try and refocus her eyes. She breathed slow and deep to steady her nerves. She flexed her cock to try and push the tickle of lingering semen up out of her urethra. As long as that dildo was up her ass, all her efforts really accomplished was to make her more consciously aware of the sizzle in her ears.
Still, the end was quick. Beverly slid the dildo out in a relative hurry, and a split-second later, she was pushing Kimmy's plug back in, sliding it back in all the way to the base before any of the nectary goop now flooding her bottom had a chance to spill. In spite of that, however, Kimmy's loose pucker slowly oozed some clear, sappy lube out around the base of the plug, but Beverly was evidently content to let Kimmy endure the slutty feeling of having slippery cheeks, because she promptly reached down and pulled Kimmy's panties up for her, sliding them up all the way until they shielded her stoppered tush alongside her raging manhood, tearfully neglected.
Kimmy promptly eased herself down to her knees, shakily mumbling "I...I need to work the life back into my legs..." Drifting a hand back to her rump, she gingerly touched a cheek, and in a moment of incoherent concern, she added "I'm not gonna prolapse, am I?..." Kimmy couldn't see it, but the warmth promptly drained from Beverly's face, replaced by concern over Kimmy's own. Reassuringly, she said "No, no worries, Kimmy, I don't think so. You'll be okay. I hope so, at least. I know the toy can be rough, but nobody's prolapsed, before. Kind of a scary thought."
Beverly gave a worried wince, her tone turning a little unsteady. "I always thought it took rougher treatment than that! But, if you start to hurt or feel bad, just let me know, okay? I can get you some help, I'd hate to think I hurt you. Don't try to hide it just for my sake." The Head Maid's concern for her subordinate certainly felt more than professional, but Kimmy was still too out of it to feel flattered. She sat down on her hip and tried to catch her breath, watching as Shelly stepped up to the plate, so to speak, to take a swing. The dirty blonde babe walked up to Beverly, turned around, and pulled her spandex shorts right down to her knees, followed closely by those white and pink panties she had on.
Big prick still shrouded in that colourless condom, it looked all the more stiff as the Aussie bent over a little, arching her back to get her backside rearing up for Beverly. With a carefree grin on her face, she reached back and started to pull out her "Colon Colonizer," as Kimmy thought to call it, while demanding "I'm ready, Bev, let's go! I am not giving up, today! If you think a little thing like Daddy's dick is gonna stop me, you don't know me!" Her eyes focused in on Kimmy's. She gave a wink, then added "Besides, I can't let Kimmy down, now, can I?"
Kimmy gave her a befuddled look, which only had Shelly grinning wider. Beverly just gave a shrug with her eyebrows, clearly not particularly surprised by Shelly's enthusiasm for the rigorous rump workout. She waited until Shelly had slipped out her dildo-plug with a sigh of relief, and Kimmy, meanwhile, couldn't tear her eyes off of the thing as Shelly held her knees, moving her arm so fast that the slippery toy gave a wiggle. Her eyes shifted up to the gap between Shelly's toned legs as the Head Maid began bringing the sex toy down underneath her, easing the pill-shaped body down between her thighs.
Shelly watched Kimmy with a contented little smirk on her face, but as soon as Kimmy noticed she was being observed, her smirk became a grin. Cutie was so winded, and just from a little toying, too! Clearly, she had a long way to go, but Shelly was confident that serving in House Venus would get Kimmy out of her shell and turn her into the buxom, confident babe she no doubt had on the inside. If it had for everyone else, why would Kimmy be the one exception? Kimmy dropped her eyes back to the toy under Shelly's body as Beverly brought the tip up against her, properly lining the prick up with her entrance.
Before Kimmy's eyes, Beverly started to ease the body of the toy upwards. Shelly tensed, just for one moment, before her body relaxed, again. Then, she was giving a little sigh through her nose, a big, wide smile plastered across her face. She gave a quick little hum, then gave her lower lip a nibble, raising her eyes to the wall past Kimmy. Kimmy stared as Beverly slowly raised the toy's base higher and higher, every second seeing more and more of that pink shaft disappearing behind Shelly's heavy balls, much to the thrumming delight of her latex-confined cock. When Shelly did it, the progress seemed so much smoother and quicker, and within seconds, Beverly had eased the toy halfway in.
When Beverly started sliding the dildo in even deeper, Shelly briefly shut her eyes, but then she was giving another little sigh, just a little breathier than the first. Still biting her lip, the corners of her mouth rose in a little grin, and when she dropped her eyes to Kimmy and spotted her staring, she couldn't help but chuckle. Kimmy might've been imagining it, but she swore, Shelly's cock grew even more rigid inside that condom as the final couple inches were pushed in. In a sweet coo, Beverly instructed "Now, you know the drill, Sheila. Sit down on Daddy's dick and press your balls to his. Show him you're his girl."
Shelly only gave a wordless hum by way of acknowledgement. Beverly held the toy steady by the body as Shelly looked downwards, sitting herself down the final inch until, with a quiet grunt, she forced the toy to bottom out inside her bottom. Then, bringing a hand over to her loins, she somewhat roughly pressed her full beanbag down against the toy's own pair, rolling her fingertips about in a circle to rub the four orbs together, her rigid prick waving about in the air, all the while. The sight had Kimmy's eyes glazing. Those two smooth globes, shifting against one another...If only she could feel that, too.
Shelly started to lose her smile as she swallowed. Closing her eyes, she remarked, somewhat breathlessly, "Mm, love that feeling..." Kimmy languidly blinked a couple times, then gave a quick little shake with her head and started rising to her feet, in spite of the lingering lack of sensation in them. She watched as Shelly held her knee again, then gave Beverly the go-ahead. When Beverly started up the vibration, it was painfully obvious, so much so that Kimmy had to wonder if the Aussie was playing it up to put on a good show for her partner. Not only did Shelly's thighs give a subtle quake, but she shut an eye and started to grin, her teeth beginning to chatter as she gave a long, low hum.
Her lips gave a gentle quiver as she slowly looked skyward, then briefly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, they were locked on Kimmy's, and her grin simply grew bigger. For a moment, Kimmy was intimidated; why did Shelly seem to find it so entertaining, having her watch? Beverly did like she had with Kimmy and slowly eased the toy's base downwards just enough to slide out half of the wildly trembling cock, gave her a few seconds to mentally prepare, and then started up the fun-filled reaming action with the press of a button. Kimmy watched as the dildo abruptly shot itself outwards on an internal mechanism, cramming itself right back up Shelly's no doubt thoroughly experienced tailpipe.
Shelly gave a quick grunt, twitched forwards, and briefly curled her lip up, seemingly more out of playfulness than any readily apparent discomfort. Watching Shelly made Kimmy feel self-conscious, for a spell. Seeing the chiselled Aussie take the plowing with such greater ease than her left her feeling small, but it didn't take long for her self-pity to turn into admiration. Unlike herself, who had needed to grab on to someone for balance while she took the toy's efforts, Shelly could stay on her own two feet and handle the force of the thrusts. She didn't panic like Kimmy had, she didn't ask for leniency, and she didn't look like she was overwhelmed by the sensation. She just stood there and took it.
Kimmy was vaguely aware of new life creeping into her flagging hard-on as she watched Shelly close her eyes, her lips forming a little ring as she quietly blew out a deep exhale, her body barely shifting with each thrust home she endured. The tall maid basked in the experience for a few moments more, then called for the end with a firm, husky "C'mon, Daddy...Cum inside me! Get it in there!" With a smart shift of her thumb, Beverly was hitting the final switch, and as the pistoning of the dildo slowed to a crawl, Shelly closed her eyes and gave a long, shuddering grumble, puffy lips splitting into an open-mouth grin. It took a few moments for the toy to stop pumping it's second load, but once the cream had been injected where it belonged, Shelly was reaching back and offering Beverly her lengthy plug.
Beverly took the toy with a devil-may-care smile on her face, eased "Daddy's dick" out of her subordinate, and quickly slid the plug back in to replace it, earning a grunt and, just for a moment, a legitimate grimace from the dirty blonde babe. Kimmy's eyes fell as a couple quick leaks of lube dropped down from under Shelly's body, dripping to the hardwood floor in shiny circles. Shelly, face starting to go a little pink, somewhat breathlessly groaned "Ngh...Now I'm really feeling full. That's nice, that is."
She stood up straight and, without even tossing a glance down at her no doubt painfully erect prick straining that poor condom, reached down, grabbed her panties and shorts, and started pulling them up together, sliding them up over her raging hard-on until the thing was left as a long, meaty bulge, pointed nearly straight up towards her navel. Only once the spandex was stretched across her cock did Shelly look down and, with a surprisingly legitimate hint of concern, mumble "Jesus. Dong's gonna rip back out, at this rate." Beverly smiled from ear to ear and hummed with amusement. Still standing behind her, she gave Shelly a pat on the shoulder and said "You'll do fine. You're doing good so far, keep it up, Sheila."
Shelly turned around and caught a wink from Beverly, the Aryan's smile widening as she added "Just imagine the look on Berri's face when you finally go a whole day with that thing!" Shelly gave a wolfish grin and chuckled to herself, but then Beverly was pointing down at the floor. Her eyes falling half-closed, her smile relaxed as she matter-of-factly instructed "Don't forget the mess, too." Shelly was still looking downwards and clearing her throat when Beverly turned her gaze to Kimmy, who wasn't quite sure what kind of expression she had on her face, but if she had to guess, she'd wager a mix between empty-headed lust and astonishment. Whatever it was, it made Beverly give her a cheery smile and a titter.
She gave a quick little wave goodbye by wiggling her fingers, then said "I'm sure you can handle the rest of the day without me, Kimmy. I'll see you at dinner, okay?" Kimmy gave a quick, jittery nodding, smiling from ear to ear as she confidently answered "Yeah, okay. Thanks." Beverly took a few steps backwards, still smiling as she turned on a heel and made for the exit. Once Beverly had shut the door behind herself, Shelly was slowly easing herself down to a knee, stiffly crouching down by the splattering of lube she had dripped, ready to wipe it up. Although she was smiling, she gently raised her eyebrows and mumbled, loudly enough for Kimmy to hear, "...And now my asshole's throbbing, that's great..."
That made two of them. Kimmy couldn't help but giggle. It wasn't easy to get back to work after that little episode, but the two of them managed. The brief pause they took to fix Kimmy's mascara helped, but then it was back to the grind. For a short while, they were quiet - no big surprise in Kimmy's mind, considering they had more or less just witnessed each other getting fucked - but eventually, she found the will to break the silence. Thinking it might be a little rude to inquire further about her boyfriend when she presently had a fake cock corking in a bellyful of lube, Kimmy instead asked Shelly about something a little more intriguing: what in God's name had driven somebody like her to be a maid, of all things?
Shelly seemed a little confused by the question. Her retort was simple: why wouldn't she be a maid? Kimmy thought the answer was equally simple, but the more she thought on it, the less confident she became. Still, she went ahead with her gut instinct. Busy sweeping down a wide conference hall window, idly eyeing the expansive, lush green rear yard of the mansion, she noncommitally remarked "Well, you know, being a maid is, like...All about serving somebody else. It's all about, well, taking orders and doing hard work, and it's all just for somebody else. And, if you think about it, it's all work they should be able to do, themselves."
With an aimless shrug, she tried to sound as inoffensive as possible as she added "I dunno, I just...Have to wonder how you came to it. It just doesn't really seem like you." She heard Shelly give a good-natured chuckle, somewhere behind her. Shelly raised an eyebrow to herself as she considered the statement. What an odd assumption to make. "Oh, yeah? And what would you see me doin'?" She asked, glancing over from the set of glassware she was setting aside, clearing off the silver platter they had been positioned over, well in need of a dusting.
Kimmy gave a shrug and pouted out her lower lip in thought. Eyes focused on her work, she remarked "I don't know. A cop, I guess." She heard Shelly give another chuckle. "A cop? Me, a cop?" She repeated, audibly intrigued by the idea. "...I guess," she added, after a moment. "I'd look good in the uniform. Plus, to serve and protect would be fulfilling, or it should be at least, not to mention the showers I'd have with the boys. The reality would probably be a lot less ideal." Kimmy smirked a little, but didn't think to say anything for a couple moments more. Eventually, she pushed the onus to continue the conversation onto Shelly, offering little more than a nonchalant "I dunno."
Smiling impishly to herself, Shelly raised an eyebrow and looked over her shoulder. "If maid work's so tough," she asked, "then what made you answer Harret's ad? Was it just the "sensual" part of the job description?" Kimmy opened her mouth, then paused, for a moment. The hand she was wiping down the window with went still for a couple seconds, then resumed the circular sweeps of the glass. Shrugging with her eyebrows, she admitted "...Well...I still don't really know how to answer that. I had no idea things would be so raunchy. I mean, I needed the money. I hadn't had a job in a little while, and I hadn't really been able to help Travis with the rent."
Kimmy's expression started to go ashen. It wasn't exactly her proudest topic, but she continued, regardless. As much as she had tried to bottle it up, as much as it had seemed like such a simple conclusion that she could tell nobody, it was a slow relief to get it out and off her shoulders. As casually as she could, she explained further, saying "I had some savings left, but that was going fast on my share of the groceries and my internet bill. Travis doesn't really use the internet, so it didn't make sense for us to split the bill. He'd been really patient with me in finding a new job, but...I don't know. People didn't seem to want to take a chance on me. I don't know why."
Arching an eyebrow, she sprayed some more cleaner on the window, the bottle's nozzle squeaking as she squeezed the trigger. Rubbing around the fresh moisture with her handful of rag, she took in a deep breath, sighing it out through her nose. Her eyes rose to the blue sky, so clear above that green forestry. "To be honest," she admitted, "I started to get really discouraged. I tried not to, but it was hard, you know?...I'd be overanalyzing myself, looking for any little thing that might've been keeping me from landing a job. Maybe I wasn't smiling enough, maybe I didn't look masculine enough, maybe I was dressing wrong. Why was it that some punk with a multicoloured Mohawk and piercings up the ass could land minimum wage flipping burgers, but I couldn't even get a goddamn interview?"
She shook her head, briefly furrowing her brow. "Some days, I couldn't even get myself to leave the apartment and actually try for a job search." She blinked a couple times. Her eyes going half-closed, she looked down from the sky, trying not to mumble as she added "...Okay, it wasn't just some days. It was a lot of days. I don't think Travis ever knew...It's not like I could actually tell him. A lot of days, I just...I just couldn't do it. I knew it would be a waste of time. I just stayed inside and surfed the internet, or played video games. Any sort of escape so I could forget. I knew I couldn't keep going like that, but it all seemed so pointless. I didn't want to have to ask my parents for help with money - I was finally on my own. Welfare was...Not an option."
Kimmy's jaw momentarily tightened. Her eyes turned more alert before she shrugged with her eyebrows, focusing on her work as she finished with "In the end, even though it went against the act I was putting up, I answered the ad for two reasons: I badly needed the money, and I wanted to be able to dress up like a maid, all day long. I really had no idea going in what the "sensual" part meant, but, you know, I've been wearing girl's clothes and underwear and stuff during my private time for a while, now. There was a limit to how much I could do it without Travis finding out." With a shrug, she casually added "A job as a maid sounded like a good excuse to wear some frilly lace, all day long. Can't complain."
She started to grin, then gave a bubbly giggle. Sighing the words, she added "I guess the idea that the work would be so physically demanding never hit me, at the time. And, hey, weren't we talking about why you'd become a maid? When did this get turned around on me, again?" Shelly gave a chuckle, somewhere behind her. Her voice a little low, she knowingly remarked "You can be a real chatterbox, once someone gets ya goin'. Don't take that the wrong way, now. I think it's cute. Does Bev know any of this stuff about you? She mentioned on the first day that you were kind of quiet. She was hoping you'd come out of your shell, a little."
Kimmy gave a wincing smile. Funny how a memory from two days prior was almost nostalgic. "Yeah, I can see how she'd get that feeling," she quietly answered. There was a moment of silence, then Shelly was finally offering up her own answer. "As for me," she matter-of-factly stated, "I've always wanted to help people. Obviously, by being a maid, the only person I'm helping is Harret, but...It's the principle of the thing that counts, and teamwork suits me. Being a maid means physical work, which I need. I'm not gonna keep this body by sitting around on my ass, all day. Gotta work for these pecs."
"Being a maid means helping somebody keep their life in order, which you can be proud of. That's not even to mention the pride in doing a job, especially a tough job, and knowing you really put yourself into it, getting it done right." Kimmy couldn't see it, but Shelly idly raised an eyebrow, a little frown coming to her as she searched her mind. "I'm the kind of person who needs to have a challenge everyday," she insisted, "or else I feel like I'm wasting my time. If there's no struggle, nothing's happening. For a lot of people, that's exhausting and just wears them down, but for me? Nah. Keeps the blood pumping."
She began setting the glassware back on the now-polished tray. "I've always liked helping people, which I know sounds like a boring sentiment," she remarked. "But life's too short and too filled with garbage to not try and get along. If there's something I can do to make someone's day a little easier, I go for it. I'm not so self-conscious that I think helping somebody somehow lessens me - it isn't weak to be under somebody. If everyone felt that way, humans never would've gotten anything done. No, I don't mind working for somebody and getting things done, even if it's as a maid."
"There's strength in serving, in getting a mission done, in taking a task from somebody, crushing it, and saying "Give me more." That's not weak or shameful, that makes you stronger than most people around. You can do the thing other people are too proud to consider, and you can get it done better than any of them. And, it's not like we're talking about something gross, over here, like sewage work." Kimmy slowed her work and looked back over her shoulder. Shelly was still focusing on her own, moving on to dusting the sides of a bookshelf near a corner in the conference hall. Giving a shrug, evidently to herself, she commented "So, yeah, I suppose I could've been a good cop, or even a soldier, like you thought. I suppose I have the mentality for it. Putting others above myself?...Doesn't really bother me."
Kimmy started to smile from ear to ear. Playfully, she remarked "You know, I bet some people are scared of those muscles, but underneath it all, you're a big teddy bear, aren't you?" Shelly gave a groan and looked back. "Urgh, now you sound like Berri," she wearily answered. When Kimmy giggled to herself, Shelly dropped her voice to a rumble, snipping "Yeah, laugh it up, mate. This teddy bear could kick your ass, then tear it up." Kimmy grinned and pointed out "But, you told me you liked being on the receiving end, hee-hee!" Shelly looked over her shoulder again, grinned, and quipped back "Yeah, when I'm with a man."
Touche. Kimmy promptly gave a pout. Things largely quieted down, after that. As the two of them began wrapping up their work for the day, they made small talk here and there, but nothing of substantial note. Kimmy thought to ask Shelly what she really thought about the business with Brandy attempting to shut down Harret's way of life, but she never found what she'd consider a good moment to bring it up. Eventually, with dinner about forty minutes away, Shelly suggested something that Kimmy found somewhat odd. Although they could've simply stuck together and finished the final two rooms together, Shelly instead suggested they split up and handle them separately.
Kimmy thought it unnecessary, but the way Shelly said it made it feel a little less like a friendly suggestion and more like a foregone conclusion. Not seeing much in the way of alternatives, Kimmy folded and agreed to the idea, splitting up from her jaunty partner for the day. For a brief spell as she worked, Kimmy wondered what she could've done to turn Shelly off enough that she'd want to separate, but it didn't take her long to come to a different conclusion. It occurred to her that, ever since Shelly's bologna pony ride on the dreaded Daddy Dick 2.0, the rigid bulge in her shorts had never once settled down. Kimmy started up a mischievous smile. Dare she dream?
She finished her work as fast as she possibly could while still ensuring she didn't make any messes - this gave her the perfect excuse that, should she be caught catching Shelly up to no good, she could say she had nothing better to do than help, now that her share was finished. She tiptoed over to Shelly's respective room, peeked inside, and found not a soul. Kimmy immediately pulled a face. Now she knew funny business was afoot. The room looked clean, at least, so she supposed Shelly had gotten her share of the work done, but where had the babe snuck off to?
Kimmy began creeping about the hallways, listening for any noise that might give away her partner in this impromptu game of hide and seek they found themselves in, occasionally peeking into rooms that the two had already tended to. Just as she was beginning to think to check elsewhere in the mansion, her ears pricked up. Somewhere nearby, she heard the faint noise of somebody giving a steamy exhale...A shuddery one, no less. Kimmy gave a high giggle. Today, the coyote would catch the roadrunner. Kimmy homed in on the sound as quickly as she could, finding herself facing a door at the end of the hall...Conveniently, one of the rooms she and Shelly hadn't cleaned that day, meaning one Kimmy would be less likely to check. Promising.
As quietly as she could, trying not to grin from ear to ear all the while, Kimmy turned the doorknob and eased the door open, but just a crack, just enough for her to peek through. It didn't take her long to spy her partner, and as soon as she did, she had to drape her fingers across her mouth, trying to contain the hoots behind her sneaky smile. Kimmy's suspicions had been right on the money. There Shelly sat, evidently having gotten quite comfortable on one of the room's couches. With the couch turned to face the sun through the leisure room's windows, Shelly's back was turned to the door, and judging by the way Kimmy could see her bare shoulders, she'd have to guess that Shelly had stripped down for some sunbathing on the job. Surely, Beverly would disapprove.
If she didn't disapprove of that, then she might feel more strongly about the telltale shaking and jittering Kimmy could see coming from Shelly's right arm. Hadn't Beverly made it clear that solo time at work was a no-no?...Morning wood went ignored, at least. Surely, the Head Maid would be clicking her tongue, right about now. Bad Shelly, there's no pulling your meat when you're on the clock! Kimmy grinned to herself, but then Shelly was giving a couple reactions to her own efforts, and Kimmy was going glassy-eyed. The distinctive wet sounds of lube rose up in a brief sprint as Shelly hung her head back a little, ponytail swaying from the motion.
She gave a quick, guttural moan, raising her free arm to drape it across the couch's backrest. Kimmy's mischievous smile started to fade. That vigorous sound of slick pumping paused, then picked up, again. As the seconds ticked by, Kimmy waited for Shelly to pause, to edge herself, to wait before she went past the point of no return. She never did. That wet pumping kept going...And going...And going, complete with the occasional grunt, hiss, or moan. Kimmy slowly started to feel short of breath. Was this her endgame, she reflected? Just stand there and listen to her partner jerk off? Was she going to do something, or was she just going to get hot under the collar until Shelly finished up and discovered her there?
Kimmy had the matter decided for her, for better or worse. Faced with Shelly's seemingly inexhaustible stamina, Kimmy started to get more and more flushed as her mind wandered, fixating on thoughts of what, and whom, that stamina could be used on. When her hand drifted down to adjust the fit of her panties, her hand clunked against the doorknob, and Shelly immediately gave a start, looking back over her shoulder. In that instant, Kimmy's blood ran cold, and she couldn't think to do anything besides lock up as her partner looked back in a hurry.
When Shelly saw her there, there was a tense moment of silence. No doubt the same things that had already passed through Kimmy's mind were now racing through her own: there was a witness to somebody no doubt breaking the rules. However, after that moment, Shelly's face was brightening up with a cheeky smile. Evidently, she was quicker to a resolution that Kimmy had been. A slow, playful swing in her voice, Shelly remarked "Oh, bugger. Well, what're you just standing there, for? C'mon, get in here! Shut the door before somebody else finds us!" With a grin, the Aussie added "C'mon, we don't have long until dinner! You did your room, right?"
Kimmy found herself obeying direction without a second thought, stepping into the room before quietly shutting the door behind herself. Trying not to sound embarrassed, she answered "Yeah, I took care of my room. W-What're you doing, anyway? Isn't it against the rules to, uh...Well, waste time, like that?" Kimmy shifted her weight from foot to foot, her expression turning a little sheepish as she added "Uh...You are doing what I think you're doing, right?" Shelly started grinning, again. Throwing both hands up over her shoulders, she teased "Ya caught me. Oh, well."
With a wink, she dismissively waved a hand at Kimmy, commenting "As for the rules, well, I don't know. I don't think it's against the rules to get in a little relief, here and there...It's just fraternization that's against the rules. Besides, it's either I pull the dildo out, which I don't want to do, or I rub one out, which Bev might frown at. I didn't have enough time to cum from the Daddy machine, so I've been feeling so randy ever since then, my back teeth are practically floating in sperm."
Her eyes briefly widened. Enunciating the word so hard her lips puckered into a tiny ring, she remarked "So, since I finished my last chore for the day and had some free time before dinner, I thought I'd do some pumping." With another wink and a grin, she asked "You aren't gonna tell on me to Bev, are ya? Buds wouldn't do that to each other..." Kimmy avoided eye contact for a moment or two, looking off and around at nothing in particular. Reaching up to preen her bangs, she mumbled "...No, I guess not. I wasn't trying to get you in trouble, or anything."
Shelly started to give a big, bright smile, her eyes lighting up. With a chortle, she asked "Oh, you were expecting a show, then?" Before Kimmy could deny the suggestion, Shelly was waving her over, grinning as she said "C'mon, I won't bite. Sit down, we can go grab dinner once we're done. I could use a bite to eat, I'm tuckered out." Kimmy looked uncertain. Glancing back at the door to reassure herself it was shut, she mumbled "Eh..." Looking back over at Shelly, she gave a conflicted little wince, then started to put one foot in front of the other. Shelly gave a grin, encouraging the iffy move with a warm "Atta girl."
With every step Kimmy took around the corner of the couch, the more her breath started to get swept away. Shelly had stripped almost entirely nude. Aside from her dog tags, over-the-knee stockings, and slippers, her entire maid uniform, including those white and pink panties, had been tossed across the rest of the couch. The dirty blonde beauty sat back into the couch, reclining heavily with her thighs splayed open, a damning accessory at her lap dwarfing her condom: an instantly recognizable flashlight-like object, impaled over her meaty prick.
Kimmy's eyes glazed. Was that some kind of fleshlight? It had to be, right? Oh God, she had always wanted to buy one of those things, but if Travis had found it in the mail, she would've curled up and died! The babe's toned body glistened with the beginnings of perspiration, and those washboard abs of her's gently shifted with every deep, slow breath she took, each rise and fall making those impressive tits move for Kimmy's eyes to follow. She couldn't help but watch the perky nipples capping either globe for a couple seconds before Shelly was firmly patting the spot on the couch right next to her, teasing "You can get a better look at my jugs when you sit down, pal. Do I need to roll out the red carpet?"
Kimmy glanced up at her eyes and gave an embarrassed grin, blurting out "Sorry, this is just a little different from the showers, and stuff. Um..." She cleared her throat, rather openly staring at Shelly's adorned crotch as she brought herself over and sat down on the couch, conspicuously keeping about a foot of space between the two of them. She could tell that Shelly was still wearing her condom, inside the pocket pussy. She was buried almost up to the balls inside that lucky, lucky toy, but what little of her shaft Kimmy could see was shiny with, ostensibly, lube. The ring of the condom's end was more than a little obvious, cinched around her base.
The toy itself was plain and unassuming, with a girthy, utilitarian gray body similar in shape to a simple flashlight. The sinister true purpose wasn't exposed until one slid off the cap. Without the slightest hint of shame, Shelly reached her right hand over and gripped the toy around the handle section, then started rocking it back and forth again, keeping a somewhat slow, steady pace as she fed the toy her meat. She grinned and nodded Kimmy over, remarking "C'mon, why're you sitting so far from me? Why're you afraid of me, all of a sudden? I thought I was just a big teddy bear, to you." Kimmy, eyes still locked on Shelly's prick, stammered "Well, uh, y-you know, is this really such a goo-"
With a grumble, Shelly stuck her free arm over, slipped it around Kimmy's waist, and started effortlessly pulling her over, sliding Kimmy's bum across the couch until the big-bottomed girly-boy was coming thigh-to-thigh with a shy squeak. Shelly grinned, throwing her arm around Kimmy's shoulders, effectively trapping her against her body. Kimmy watched Shelly pump a couple more times, but then her eyes were meekly going up to Shelly's own as the Aussie remarked "Now that you've caught me, I suppose there's no harm in letting you in on my secret: I do this every Tuesday, before dinner. Sort of my ritual, for Anal Day. I find a quiet spot where I'm sure nobody's gonna catch me, and I use this bad boy..."
Shelly looked down as she slid the toy off of her latex-shrouded prick. With a contented sigh, she finished her thought, adding "...To rub one or two out. After a whole day with a plug teasing my spot, I've gotta let off some steam, and you know, it's not really enough for me, the jerk-off break. I need a little more, and I need to do it myself. I need to work up a sweat." She turned the face of the toy towards Kimmy, prompting her eyes to silently drift over. Kimmy's face almost went slack with need. Now that she could see the toy's fun part, perhaps the term "pocket pussy" wasn't quite so apt.
The toy's end was pink and rounded, and right there in the center, in a bit of a vertical depression, was the glistening asterisk of an imitation tailpipe. No fake pussies for Shelly, it seemed. Nothing but anal for the tomboy. Kimmy couldn't help but quietly blurt out "Oh, wow," already too out of it to worry if the response might've made her sound like a tool. Shelly raised an eyebrow, a piranha grin splitting her face. She reached her arm further around Kimmy's shoulders, intentionally pulling Kimmy's head over until her cheek was just about pressed against Shelly's shoulder. Still pointing the tight, lube-covered pucker towards Kimmy's face, she brought her free hand over and slid a fingertip into it, easing the imitation sphincter to the side to give Kimmy a peek at the dark interior.
"See," she said, trying not to chuckle as she dropped her voice to a murmur. "It's nice and tight, inside. I made sure to get one with a snug fit. There's all these little ridges inside, too, and one side even has a bit of a bump for a prostate." Kimmy arched her eyebrows, trying not to look like a fish out of water as she helplessly mumbled "Uh-huh?" Shelly sucked her teeth a little, seemingly thinking aloud as she remarked "God, I've been using this thing for...Jeez, almost for as long as I've been working here. I always stash it somewhere, in the mansion. I suppose that'd make for an embarrassing moment for Harret if anybody found it during some cocktail party, but if I kept it in my bedside table, it'd just be suspicious."
Shelly began idly rocking her finger back and forth through the imitation rosebud. With a snort, she added "Not to mention Berri would probably snatch it at some point and use it without cleaning it out, after. She can be a little bitch like that, sometimes." Raising an eyebrow, she turned her head towards Kimmy's, nearly touching her chin to the girly-boy's temple. "Wanna know a good way to ruin one of these? Blow in it and don't clean it out, after." "G-Good to know," Kimmy stammered, staring at the way Shelly's digit slid back and forth through that greased pucker. Her nostrils had been flaring for a little while, by then. She was so close to Shelly, now, that her scent was making Kimmy's head stuffy.
The scent of Shelly's skin, of her deodorant, skin cream, and peachy perfume, the faint pheromones on her hint of sweat, it was all enough to make Kimmy's body tingle as she squirmed. Beverly would not approve of this situation. Shelly further confessed to her bending of the rules by bringing the anal fleshlight over to the tip of her still-bloated cock, teasing the head of her rigid baton with the tiny folds of the toy's star. "I keep the condom on for exactly that," she remarked. "Makes clean-up easier, and it makes the other girls, especially Bev, just think I had an anal orgasm, at some point. Not so suspicious."
"Always makes them smile to see something so kinky. Sometimes I do get an anal orgasm, but usually only when I have some really intense vibrator in my ass, or the Daddy machine fucks me longer than usual." She chuckled, slid the toy down her length, and gave it a few shallow, balls-deep pumps, remarking "My way's better, heh heh. They all get hot and bothered, thinking I pop my top every Tuesday without even touching myself. Little do they realize...Heh heh heh." Kimmy watched, face burning redder and redder, as Shelly started pumping faster and faster.
Offering a cross between a sigh and a grunt, she added "I don't mind letting them think I'm such a huge butt-slut that I'm more sensitive than a pussy, back there. Oh, yeah, I love anal, but it takes a little more work than a plug sitting on my spot to get me to cum hands-free. They don't need to know that, though." "Th-That's nice of you," Kimmy stammered out, offering a nervous giggle. Shelly looked over at her with a barracuda grin. Abruptly changing the subject, she remarked "Well, nice of you to give me company. Liking the show, so far? Your pecker sure seems to."
Kimmy didn't bother glancing down, she knew her tent was probably as clear as day. Her eyes drifted to the side, ogling Shelly's bust as well as she could with her face held so close to the Aussie's collarbone. Trying not to sound breathy, she admitted "Yeah, I, uh..." She swallowed. "...I've always wanted one of those things, to be honest. And, I mean...Yeah, you are, uh...Kinda sexy. It's hot, seeing you use that thing." Shelly grinned, chuckling by Kimmy's ear. "Kinda," she repeated.
Kimmy hastily admitted "Okay, you're really sexy, all of the maids here are! A week ago, I never would've dreamed I'd ever meet somebody like you, or Bev, or Hitomi, o-or...!" Shelly started pumping her meat faster, Kimmy's glazed eyes remaining transfixed as the lubed condom slid in and out of the toy's depths, stretching that pucker around her meaty shaft. Shelly tittered, cutting Kimmy off by remarking "Okay, alright. Settle down before you run out of breath. Here, let me see that thing." Kimmy almost didn't hear her. When the words clicked, she gave a blink of confusion, but by then, Shelly was already reaching her free arm down to Kimmy's lap.
Kimmy didn't move. She just tossed a glance downwards as Shelly flipped up the hem of her dress, pulling back the apron to show off her lap. Poor Kimmy - her stiff little prick was straining the front of her pink panties in a tent, pulling the waistband out just far enough to expose the ring of her purple condom, snug around her base. When Shelly gave a grumble, reached downwards, and carefully pulled Kimmy's panties down, the trap's tummy flinched inwards as she sucked in a gasp. Her wrapped-up cock sprang free, sticking rigid up from between those wide hips of her's, standing like a little knife over her lap. Shelly gave an approving hum.
Kimmy could only sit there and stew as Shelly's jerking grew even harder, the Aussie stroking her entire cock from root to tip with her toy. The taller maid's voice sounded distinctly husky, now, as she pointed out "There's white at the tip. Did you actually have an anal orgasm, at some point?" Kimmy gave a little nod, admitting "When the machine fucked me, yeah. I couldn't help it, that was the closest I had ever come to actually having sex."
"You're a vir...?" Shelly blurted out, trailing off. She raised her eyebrows high.
Kimmy's blush didn't abate. Shelly gave a chuckle, plunging her meat all the way into her toy. "Oh, man. That's crazy," she commented, trying not to laugh. Kimmy didn't have time to react before Shelly's hand was moving from her lap to her wrist. She instantly started to work herself up into a panic as Shelly pulled her hand over to the fleshlight, guiding her fingers until they wrapped around the firm plastic of the handle. With a grin, she instructed "Jerk me off with this thing. I like a fast, hard pace - really beat that thing like it owes you money. Stir my batter until my eggs are bouncing all over the place. Give it to me rough, Kimmy."
Kimmy tried not to let her mouth fall agape. "W-Wait, whoa, hold on. What about the rules? If we get caught-"
"Ohh, nobody's gonna catch us," Shelly remarked, briefly shutting her eyes as she gave a big smile. "In all the time I've been doing this, I've never even had a close call. As long as we aren't too late for dinner, we'll be fine." A playful half-smile on her face, Shelly prodded Kimmy a little further, nonchalantly saying "C'mooon. Finish what you started in the shower, this morning. It'll be fun. Please?" Kimmy blinked a couple times, a jittery smile beginning to cross her face. She readjusted her grip on the fleshlight, then mumbled "...Oh, alright. How long have you been doing it for, already? Are you close?"
"Eh, I'm not far off. You could finish me off in a couple minutes if you worked it good enough," Shelly answered, giving a blase shrug. Kimmy gave a faint "Um" as she considered her next move, but then she was giving an experimental pull on the toy. Her stage fright was quick to slip away as she felt how easily the toy glided across Shelly's shaft, especially when she eased the toy back down into Shelly's lap, swallowing the other maid as smooth as honey. Shelly gave a contented "Hm" as she settled back into the couch a little more, content to take a backseat on Kimmy's efforts.
Kimmy watched the off-white, near colourless condom hug Shelly's shaft as she fed the fleshlight back and forth across her pole, the faintly slick sounds of the prophylactic combined with the toy's lube leaving Kimmy's rump flexing. She tried to focus on the task at hand as Shelly shifted the arm she kept around the greenhorn maid's shoulders, but when Shelly's fingertips drifted across her chest and found one of her buds, Kimmy couldn't help but suck in a gentle gasp. That felt...Wow, why were they so tender? Every little shift of Shelly's fingertips made Kimmy want to wince, and when her fingertips passed over a little button, Kimmy had to draw in a deep, slow breath.
She knew her nipples had been getting more sensitive, but good God, somebody brushing against them made them positively tickle. Her response must've been obvious, if Shelly's titter was an indication of anything. Her voice a teasing coo, she remarked "I think I feel some budding going on, up here...You can thank the pills for that. Mmm. You thinking about taking Harret up on the boobjob? I think you'd look good with some, and hey, it's free, and the guy does terrific work." To her own surprise, Kimmy ended up giving a breathless giggle. Her voice a knowing lilt, she mumbled "I dunno...That's a big deal."
"Well, you wouldn't be able to hide it from Travis, that's for sure," Shelly idly pointed out, making Kimmy shrug her eyebrows in agreement. Kimmy stroked the fleshlight back and forth for a few moments more, but then Shelly was commenting "Nah, you've gotta go faster, babe. Get rougher, make me feel it." Kimmy inched just a little closer to Shelly, getting her arm into a more comfortable position. In an uncertain mumble, she thought aloud "Uh...Okay, um..." She started pistoning her arm at a much more brisk pace, sliding the toy back and forth across Shelly's sheathed member. This, she was sure, would be enough. Heck, this sort of manhandling speed would've had her popping in no time.
For about thirty whole seconds, Shelly seemed satisfied, but then she was muttering "Nah, this isn't gonna work, either." Kimmy's eyes widened in a hint of outrage. She looked off at Shelly through the corners of her eyes, meeting her own. Keeping her voice low, she muttered back "Are you kidding me? How fast do you crank it?! 'Cause this is about as fast as I can manage! If I kept this up for too long, my arm would get sore!" Shelly grumbled. "Mmf. Maybe it's the position, or the arm you're using," she mused.
Giving her lap a pat, she offered "Here, get up top. That should make it easier, for you. Churning butter's an easy motion." Kimmy raised an eyebrow, a somewhat conflicted look creeping up on her face at the proposition. Still, she readily replied "Eh...Alright, I guess." She slid the toy off of Shelly as she rose to her feet, all ready to sit herself down over Shelly's stomach when the Aussie abruptly stopped her. With a grin, Shelly twirled a finger at her, remarking "Hold on, now. Take it off. C'mon, slip out of the dress, at least. You can keep the panties, if you want...I guess." Kimmy gave her a bit of a look. Why was it starting to feel like Shelly was taking advantage of the situation?
"Fiiine," Kimmy groused, putting the toy down before slipping her maid dress up over her head. Shelly grinned at all the extra skin on display, happily patting her lap as her cock gave a couple appreciative flexes. Kimmy, now wearing just her cuffs, panties, stockings, and slippers, got in front of Shelly and turned around, frosted pigtails gently swaying as she carefully began seating herself over her partner's belly. She had a funny feeling Shelly's eyes were glued on the seat of her panties the entire time, but she kept her hands to herself, at least. Kimmy nestled herself over Shelly's abdomen, and the faint tremble she felt course through the Aussie was enough to melt Kimmy's reluctance. Did Shelly really like this that much?...
As she reached for the toy again, Shelly's hands slid up the sides of her thighs, following them up to her hips. Kimmy, surprisingly nonchalantly considering the butterflies in her belly, reached down with her free hand and took Shelly by the shaft, holding her prick steady as she brought the fleshlight back down to her tip. Once she had eased the toy down enough to get the helmet inside the sphincter, she was letting go of Shelly's meat and putting her hand near her knee, supporting herself. In a way, this felt less like some forbidden indulgence for Kimmy and more like just another task, merely another challenge to overcome. Had Shelly planned on that? Kimmy couldn't be sure. "Okay," she announced, "let's see if this is any better."
Shelly hummed her agreement. Kimmy furrowed her brow in concentration, then began pistoning her arm as fast as she could, veritably slamming the toy down into Shelly's crotch. If Shelly needed it rough, Kimmy'd give it to her - she moved as quickly as she could, without regard for Shelly's comfort or her own discomfort. Shelly's response was immediate. She gave a purring groan, melting back into the couch like her muscles were turning to jelly. Kimmy smirked a little, but remained focused on her task. It didn't feel like too long before Shelly's tummy was lightly flexing under Kimmy's thick bottom, her breathing audibly deepening.
Kimmy raised her eyebrows, venturing to ask "You getting close, yet?" Shelly gave a grunt, then breathed a simple "Yeah..." Kimmy threw out all the stops, jerking her arm as forcefully as she could. Looking down, she watched the way the toy collided with Shelly's crotch, making her meaty balls bounce and swing from side to side until they began to draw up, tightening inside the Aussie's full beanbag. Shelly started to grunt and hiss, moaning under her breath. Her body started to helplessly shift a bit, her legs stretching out underneath Kimmy before relaxing. Her breathing quickened, her fingers clenched at her hips...And Kimmy pushed her right over the edge with one dirty little move.
Trying not to giggle, she abruptly began to grind her hips forwards and backwards, rubbing and pressing the thick, spongy cheeks of her ass against Shelly's stomach, smooshing her tush against her through the silky material of her panties. Shelly's voice choked up, for a second. Without warning, she began lightly thrusting her hips, helplessly trying to fuck the phantom rump Kimmy had made feel so real. Her thighs tried to close a little, and then, her voice tense, she moaned out "Nngh, take it, you slut!" Kimmy started to grin as she finally giggled. Somebody liked to talk nasty at the end, hmm? She kept up her grinding until Shelly's breathing suddenly went erratic, and every exhale became some kind of ragged groan, moan, or shudder.
Even through the fleshlight, Kimmy could feel the babe's cock raging. Show's over - Shelly's dumping her load. Let's hope the condom doesn't break. Kimmy sat still and sharply slowed her pumping of the fleshlight to a more rhythmic slide, listening to Shelly breathe hard behind her until she was giving a blissful "Hooo." Smiling, Kimmy stopped rocking the fleshlight entirely, looked over her shoulder, and asked "I, uh...Heh heh. I guess I did a good job, then?" Grinning, she added "That was my first handjob." Shelly gave an ominous growl. Before Kimmy could react, the Aussie was abruptly throwing her arms around her waist. Kimmy offered zero resistance when Shelly pulled the fleshlight out of her hand.
Shelly's other hand came up to the waistband of Kimmy's panties, tugging the crotch down underneath her taut beanbag, ensuring it was out of the way. Then, her hand was rising to Kimmy's tummy, rubbing across her, almost as if to soak in the sensation of her skin. Kimmy just gave a choked gasp when Shelly brought the fleshlight up, lined up the pre-fucked pucker with her tip, and shoved it down into her lap, plunging her slender dagger up into the Aussie's own favourite toy. Kimmy squirmed - that was all she could think to do. Of course, wiggling her over-padded rump against Shelly could've just as easily been interpreted as encouragement, something Kimmy was all too late to realize.
She barely had time to experience the sensation of the toy before Shelly was pulling it back, thrusting it back down with near-uncomfortable force. Kimmy just shut her eyes and gave a grunt, enduring. The condom got in the way of the sensation, but the toy was tight, it glided smoothly, and it was so warm...Warmed up in advance by Shelly's meat, now primed for her to have a crack at. The thought had Kimmy shuddering, her tense legs slowly relaxing to jelly as Shelly pumped the cocksleeve back and forth, forcibly rocking it in and out of her lap. When Shelly raised her hand to Kimmy's chest and started easing her back, Kimmy readily laid down against her.
Kimmy let her eyelids flicker closed as a big, warm pair of pillows began pressing into her back, the nipples like pebbles as they poked against her. Kimmy let her arms go limp at her sides, hanging her head back. All thought of rule-breaking had already vanished from her mind. In the heat of the moment, nothing was wrong with the situation. All that mattered was the harsh sensation of having that toy dominate her cock. She may have been half Shelly's size, but the toy loved her, all the same. Shelly could do whatever she wanted, for all Kimmy cared. Her eyelids sleepily flickered as Shelly started rubbing a fingertip back and forth across her left nipple, murmuring "You like that, eh?..."
Kimmy gave a wordless moan by way of acceding. Did this still count as a handjob?...Was she getting her first handjob, over here? She felt Shelly's big hand gently glide back down her body, enjoying the smoothness of her skin, the tiny quakes she'd give. She went down across her tummy, paused for a time to feel Kimmy's center as she breathed, then went down into her lap. She swept down the side of Kimmy's loins before, with a hungry grumble, her hand dipped down between Kimmy's open thighs. When Kimmy felt her partner's fingers go high up under her body, she instinctively clenched at her plug. Shelly wasn't to be deterred. She got her fingertips around the base, then started forcibly wiggling it back and forth.
The added activity had Kimmy squirming, again. The firmness of the glass bulb began to rub harder into a certain spot, making tingles course through Kimmy's core from rear to front. Breathing by her ear, Shelly murmured "You just go ahead and blow whenever, babe. Don't worry about making it last...You can tag along for my special jerk-off breaks every Anal Day from now on, if you want. I'd like the company, and with an ass as fat as your's, well, it just fits the theme, right? I'll pump your cock every time, makin' you fill your condom-"
"Oh, fuck," Kimmy abruptly gasped out, interrupting the dirty talk. Shelly gave a chuckle, ordering "Yeah, do it, drain 'em inside." She could feel her prostate rise up at the moment of no return, becoming so much more noticeable inside herself, almost painfully crushing against her plug. When Shelly refused to slow the pumping, Kimmy started to squirm harder until she was practically writhing, arching her back as she began to urgently whimper and squeak. Her ass clenched up like a vise, milking her plug against her poor magic spot in gulping flexes. Her loins tensed, her balls drew up snug, and then it was happening.
Her cock had been numbly, though vigorously, massaged through her condom, and these were the dividends. The fleshlight's imitation prostate bulge kept running back and forth across her tensing cum-vein as wad after wad fired into her condom, filling the reservoir with her lukewarm lust, joining the thick globules her earlier anal orgasm had left behind. She gasped as the last trickle spurted, leaving her cock tense and fiery as the stimulation failed to cease. The sensory overload Shelly submitted her to made the sensation feel like it was lasting so much longer, but once Shelly finally began to ease up on the girly-boy's slender prick, the rush was quick to ebb.
Kimmy, panting a little, laid overtop Shelly for close to a minute, limp as a ragdoll as she struggled to catch her breath. Dear God. If that had been anything at all like giving real anal sex, then all of the fantasies she had had during her life had all been vindicated in one brief stroke. Eventually, she started to give an open-mouth smile, breathlessly chuckling. Shelly teased her a little more, languidly passing the fleshlight back and forth, playing with her work partner's flagging hard-on as she settled into the afterglow. She eased her hand back up Kimmy's thigh, leaving her plug alone in favour of some strokes back and forth across the trap's thickness, savouring her silken skin.
"I guess I don't have to ask if you had fun, huh," Shelly remarked, which immediately had Kimmy grinning. Quite readily, she admitted "God, that was good...I think my legs are trembling. I've always wondered if those things were really any different from just doing it with your hand." Shelly grinned and ran her hand up to Kimmy's stomach, slowly sliding the fleshlight off of her latex-wrapped tool. With a chuckle, she quietly remarked "It's great, isn't it? Going from an anal orgasm to a regular one?" Kimmy smiled. Maybe it was the afterglow that did it, but she readily confessed "Yeah, it's great. I wish I could do it more. I can't always get myself to cum from my ass, but when I do, it barely takes anything to put my cock over the edge, after. Is that normal?"
Shelly gave her belly a rub, confidently dismissing the question with a curt "Yeah, don't worry about it. Nothin' wrong with that." Kimmy smiled more sweetly at the reassurance, but then Shelly was giving her thigh a patting, that unmistakable signal to get up. Before Kimmy could slip her dress back on, however, Shelly was up and at 'em, turning Kimmy back to face her. Kimmy just looked at her in confusion, but when Shelly abruptly touched her bits, Kimmy looked down in a hurry. Shelly, a contented look on her face, looked down between their bodies as she gently ran her hand down across Kimmy's shaft, pushing all of her spunk into the end of the condom.
Then, she was giving the tip a bit of a pull, separating it from her helmet until the white-filled reservoir dangled just off of her tip, filled up with Kimmy's two contributions for the day. Then, Shelly was doing the same thing for herself, dangling off a considerably larger bubble of spunk inside the end of the condom as she remarked "Thanks for helpin' me out, pal. It's nice to have a spotter for this kind of thing, heh heh. You're a real friend. I wasn't making pillow talk, by the by - feel free to join me on these things whenever you want. I only do 'em on Tuesdays, and always around this time. We might not always work together on Anal Days, but you might be able to find me, if you look around. Try not to be suspicious, if you do."
With a friendly smirk, Shelly held her hips and looked up to Kimmy's eyes, neither paying attention to the two used condoms between them. "It'll be fun," she encouraged. "We'll blow off steam, together. You're a good sort." Kimmy gave a reluctant smile as she reached for her dress. "...I don't wanna get in trouble, Shelly," she hesitantly remarked. As Shelly started pulling on her panties and shorts, she grinned and chuckled out "We won't get caught, don't be such a worrywart. We're not breaking any rules, we're just a couple of buds helping each other unwind after a hard day's work. Where's the harm in that?"
Kimmy gave a gulp. There it was, again: that attitude of "It's all kosher, nothing wrong, here" that always got her hot. She gave a flustered smile and caved, pulling on her dress before she answered "Alright, fine...But if we get caught, I'm telling Bev you pushed me into it." Shelly grinned like a jackal as she tied on her bikini top. "Fine, be that way if you want," she playfully chided. "But in exchange, I'll tell her you begged me to add some fresh cum to the lube smoothie in your ass," she added, winking. Kimmy instantly went red and blurted out Shelly's name in outrage, which only had the tomboy cracking up.
By the time they had returned all of their cleaning products to the janitorial closet, washed their hands, and arrived at the canteen, not only were they a few minutes late, but they were also the last ones to arrive. An excuse wasn't really necessary, but thankfully, Shelly nonetheless had one, and much to Kimmy's relief, the Aussie handled the delivery, herself. Waltzing into the canteen with her partner in tow, Shelly made a show of rolling her eyes, remarking that she had banged a knee at one point during the day, leaving her off of her feet for about an hour; Kimmy had bravely carried on without her, but the backlog from Shelly's absence had nearly kept them even longer. None of the others seemed particularly intrigued by the story, but Beverly couldn't help but ask and ensure Shelly didn't need aid.
The two grabbed their dinner trays and set in for a fairly ordinary, if hot and delicious, meal - the lasagna rolls, in particular, were mouth-watering. As she settled in to the bench and took her time eating, the energy seemed to simply flow right on out of her body, leaving her pondering just how much the day had drained her. In some ways, Anal Day had been more difficult than the previous two...Likely in no small part due to the friendly little reminder she had had to walk around with, all day long. Maybe she had been left antsier than usual, and it had sapped her. Maybe the fatigue of the previous days was spilling over into the next.
Either way, she found herself pleasantly exhausted as the meal wore on. She was so tired, she probably could've just skipped the jerk-off break and gone right to bed. Always nice to feel ready for the night. It had been another tough day of physical labour, but there was pride in knowing she had gotten the job done right, again. She wasn't repeating her mistakes from her first day. Like all exercise, it was never going to be easy, but it was getting less strenuous, all the same. Looking around the table, Kimmy couldn't help but notice that she wasn't the only one who looked a little out of it.
Although people were chatting, and although Beverly was happily leading the conversation like she typically did, there were yawns aplenty, and eyelids hung heavy. The girls were all tuckered out, but there was still one more game to play, just one more road bump to go on the home stretch. With dinner through, the maids all began to make their way towards the changing room, some legitimately limping from cramped muscles as they trudged on for that tantalizing soaking, so close and overdue. Even with the aphrodisiacs of dinner's vitamins flooding their systems, the mood in the bathroom was less of barely restrained lust and more of weary contentment.
Quiet groans rose up, here and there, as the maids stiffly undressed themselves, setting their clothes aside before lining up for the evening's trip to the Auto-Blow. Kimmy observed as Beverly slid off the condom of the first person in line, tied a knot in it to trap whatever contents there were inside, then set it over the Auto-Blow, leaving it on full display as the first one up had their pumping session. Each new person added to the pile until, by the time the line dwindled down to Kimmy and Shelly, there was a small multicoloured pile overtop the fuck-toy, a couple flooded at the end with cream.
When Beverly spotted the heavy load drooping off the end of Shelly's meat like a pearl, she smiled, but when she saw Kimmy was in the same boat, she veritably beamed. Briefly chuckling, the Head Maid commented "Sheila having an anal orgasm, that's not so new, but you, too, Kimmy?" With a little grin, she kept her eyes on the newest maid as she carefully unrolled and slipped off Shelly's condom, warmly asking "What was it that did it, for you? Did the plug just kind of make it happen, at some point? Did you even notice?" Kimmy gave a bit of a flustered grin, but readily admitted "No, I, uh, I definitely knew it when it happened. The Daddy Dick machine did it."
Beverly and Shelly both grinned, but it was the Aryan who commented "Yeah, that makes sense. Some of the others still pop their tops at it, too." Smiling now, she gave a happy sigh through her nose as she tied a knot off in Shelly's condom, then flopped it overtop the Auto-Blow. She didn't really pay attention to the Aussie, Kimmy noticed, as Shelly started using it. Besides flipping the switches, Beverly seemed more interested in Kimmy, asking "You were a little quiet, during dinner. How're you feeling? Anal Day wasn't so rough, right? Not as rough as you were probably afraid of, at least. You seemed to be having fun, whenever I'd see you."
Kimmy gave a smile, tossing Shelly a glance as she gave a harsh groan of satisfaction, briefly hanging her head back. "Yeah, I'm okay," she warmly answered. "Not as bad as I thought it'd be, definitely. I'm pretty tired, though, and I've definitely never had something in my ass, this long." Beginning to smile more sheepishly, she ventured to ask "So, uh...I couldn't help but notice that you took off everyone's condoms, but you didn't touch our plugs. When, uh...When exactly do we take them out?" Beverly raised her eyebrows and offered a chipper smile, hitting the switches to kill Shelly's turn with the device. "Oh, we don't take them out until the jerk-off break," she enthusiastically explained. "Last thing we'd want is all that lube just falling out and going to waste, now."
Kimmy opened her mouth wide and gave a simple "Ah" at the revelation. Shelly gave a long, quiet sigh as she stepped back from the machine, idly stroking herself a few times before giving her own beanbag a gentle stretching, lightly tugging on her orbs. She flashed Kimmy a smile, then made for the showers. Kimmy watched her go for a moment, then swallowed as her eyes turned back to Beverly, offering her a flushed smile. Alone again with the curvaceous, well-hung Aryan, it seemed. She stepped up in front of the Auto-Blow and tried to keep her eyes on Beverly's face, even as her arms came down between them, helplessly pressing her bust a little tighter together.
Kimmy stayed still as Beverly's soft hands came to her loins, so very gently unrolling and easing the prophylactic from her tenseness. Once the condom was off, Kimmy watched, enthralled, as the beautiful blonde brought the condom up by her face, getting it into the light. Those full, puffy lips of her's curved into a big smile as she appraised the volume inside, tittering as she commenting "Oh my, you can really make a mess, when you want to. I never would've thought you'd have it in you." Kimmy went red. What was that supposed to mean? Her balls were getting plumper, weren't they? She was cumming harder than ever before!
With a little grin, Beverly tied a quick knot in the condom, then let it join the rest. Then, to Kimmy's surprise, the Aryan was smiling from ear to ear, reaching up, and pulling out Kimmy's scrunchies for her, freeing up her pigtails. Kimmy immediately gave an instinctive shake with her head, throwing her hair out. Beverly grinned, reached for the Auto-Blow's switches, and idly commented "I'm really glad you've made it this far, Kimmy. I'm happy the team has a new member, and so quickly after Hitomi joined, too."
As Kimmy lowered the machine to her lap, she shrugged with her eyebrows and wearily answered "So am I, which is why I'm hoping this Brandy stuff won't ruin it, all of a sudden." Kimmy gave a gentle grunt when Beverly hit the suction, her teeth briefly going on edge before she was shutting her eyes and basking in it, her jaw going a little slack. Eyelashes fluttering, she could only stand there and listen to the rhythmic "shooka-shooka-shooka" of the pump as it puffed at her prick, taking her aphrodisiac-reinforced dagger and trying to elevate it into a shortsword. Maybe it was the fatigue of a long day, but Beverly didn't sound as confident as she usually did. "I'm sure she won't. Master Harret will handle it," she answered.
Kimmy didn't respond. If she had tried, she was sure she would've just warbled, anyway. When Beverly killed the machine a few moments later, Kimmy sighed and eased her hips back, breaking the seal the suction had prompted against her lap. As Beverly took her ruler from the top of the device, she closed the subject with a devil-may-care "Try not to worry about it, too much. All that does is give Brandy a victory. Better to deprive her of what she wants." Kimmy nodded; precisely the sort of thing she'd expect to hear from the Head Maid. It was that sort of insight that made her bubbly behaviour all the more exciting - she was hardly the brainless bimbo some might be led to believe, Berri chief among them.
Kimmy kept still as Beverly brought the ruler down and lined it up alongside her stiffness. She watched Beverly smile wider, offering a pleasant hum before she observed "A bit bigger, today! Four point nine inches. Not another half inch, like yesterday, but you're still going strong. I have to wonder how big you'll get before you've peaked." Raising her eyebrows high, she glanced up to Kimmy's eyes before adding "Nobody else grew this much this quickly, I can tell you that much. It's pretty surprising, really. I have to wonder what master Harret would make of it. And, of course..."
Beverly nonchalantly brought a hand under Kimmy's shaft and gave her beanbag a quick tickle with her fingertips. "...Your balls have gotten bigger, too. You look a little fuller, down there." Kimmy went red, but all she could offer for a response was a grin. She looked down and examined herself for a moment, observing how engorged she looked compared to just a couple short days ago. It still felt like a dream, thinking she could actually get bigger, let alone big enough to have a normal size. Why didn't Harret put those pills on the market, for crying out loud? Granted, after innumerable scams in the same vein, his pills likely would go ignored as a sham, and he was already more than a little wealthy, but still. Talk about a revolutionary medical marvel.
As Beverly set the ruler aside and reached down to slip off her own condom, Kimmy's smile stretched from ear to ear. The red in her cheeks going unabated, she immediately perked up and cheerily offered "Hey, why, uh, why don't I do that, for you? Let me, you did it for me, anyway, and you said you were going to let me put in your plug this morning, anyway. This can make up for missing that. Eh heh." Beverly didn't seem to think the suggestion anywhere near as flirtatious as Kimmy did, because all she did was give a bright, chipper smile, hold her hips, and pleasantly say "Oh, okay! Sure, why not? That's really sweet of you, Kimmy."
"Don't mention it," Kimmy tittered out, trying her best not to grin. Fingers, don't fail her, now. She reached and, without a hint of hesitation, loosely wrapped both her hands around Beverly's drug-induced hard-on, one around the middle of her shaft with the other near the base. Heart already thumping away, she made sure to burn the sight into her memory as she rolled and slid the condom down Beverly's long, thick length, her colourless condom needing to get rolled about halfway before Kimmy could take the end and pull the rest off. A blank, lust-lost look on her face, she carefully unrolled the rest of the rubber and held it up, giving it a look.
She couldn't help but give a couple quick blinks at the amount of colourless sap she saw, pooled at the end of the condom. Beverly gave a little giggle at the sight, raising a hand to dab a fingertip just under her lower lip, as if to say "Oh, my," at the sight. "I can drip a lot when I'm turned on," she casually explained, evidently entertained by Kimmy's interest. Kimmy raised her eyebrows and smiled, trying not to look quite so stunned as she looked Beverly in the eyes. "Y-Yeah, I can tell," she answered, realizing too late that she might've come across sarcastic. More earnestly, she added "I think it's really, really sexy, I love it when there's lots of pre going on."
Beverly smiled from ear to ear, her eyes contentedly easing half-closed. Kimmy froze up for a moment, then gave a tiny warble and started hanging her head down. Quickly tying a knot in Beverly's condom, she sheepishly mumbled "Uh...I dunno..." Beverly tittered. Kimmy locked up when Beverly raised her hand, swept the bangs off of her forehead, leaned in, and pressed a smooch against her. In the same motion, the took the condom from Kimmy's hands, and as she turned and stepped over towards the Auto-Blow, she cooed "You're a sweetheart, Kimmy. If you like pre-cum, give the vitamins some more time to work on your naughty bits. You'll start dribbling, too, whenever you get turned on...Maybe even before you get hard, hee-hee!"
Kimmy went red. She didn't know if Beverly was giving her mercy by playing off the flirting as a simple compliment, or if she was turning her down by changing the subject. She turned to watch Beverly, trying to sound nonchalant as she answered "Yeah, eh heh, I, uh. I hope so." Her eyes uncontrollably dropped to Beverly's thick, pillowy ass as the Aryan laid her condom overtop the machine, each cheek a perfectly rounded cushion blessing those curvaceous hips, each swell dropping to a plump thigh...And between those cheeks was a big, round, black poker chip, helplessly peeking out from inside her valley, drawing attention to those bloated balls hanging heavy just below.
Kimmy lost her cool. Her eyes started to lose focus as the last thread of her self-control snapped. With Beverly's back to her, she openly grabbed her raging prick, squeezed her hot meat tight in her fist, and silently began pumping as fast as she dared, too far gone to care about the exceedingly high risk of being caught. Beverly was apparently none the wiser, because she continued speaking as she lined the machine up with herself, remarking "I've always thought pre-cum was really sexy, too. I've never been sure why that is, but it's always turned me on like crazy. It's too bad not everyone can do it. Anyway, as for Brandy..."
Beverly hit the switches and started up the suction. The tone in her voice didn't shift, didn't even warble, as she added "...I think it goes without saying that master Harret's going to do everything in his power to put a stop to this before it goes any further, but...I don't know. It doesn't hurt to prepare for the worst. Trouble is, this is short-notice for all of us." She killed the suction, and although Kimmy had to grit her teeth to do it, she unhanded her throbbing need. Thankfully, Beverly only took a step back from the machine before measuring herself, doing so with her back turned to Kimmy. If Kimmy had to witness the sight of the tall beauty measuring that fat dong, she'd probably get the vapours.
"I'm worried about the rest of you," Beverly murmured, subtly sighing through her nose as she rested the ruler back overtop the machine. The concerned hint in her voice began coaxing Kimmy out of her stupor, and once the tall blonde turned to face her, the legitimately blue look on her face put Kimmy off-tilt. Beverly gave a crestfallen glance off to the side, loosely holding a hip as she said "I know I'll be fine, and I know some of the other girls have work experience and skills they could use to grab jobs fairly easily, but a couple of the others, I don't know. If Harret can't be used as a reference, I don't know what Berri or Hitomi are going to do, and Aisha loves this place more than anyone. And, obviously, I'm worried about you, too. You need this job, from the sounds of things."
Kimmy's expression started to fall, and within seconds, she was looking just as blue as the other maid. Beverly gently knitted her brow, somewhat wearily adding "And then there's the lifestyles the other girls might lead, at home. This job is very lucrative, obviously, and when someone is getting a lot of money and doesn't expect it to stop, they might do things like start renting a house they couldn't ordinarily afford, or get used to throwing money around at new clothes and fancy restaurants. I spend all my time at House Venus, so I don't really know what kind of lifestyles the others are leading, but if it's one that they can't sustain or let go of without this kind of job..."
Beverly gave a little sigh, looking off to the side. Her voice going more quiet, she added "And, obviously, you're all my friends. If House Venus goes away, we'll all probably drift apart. That kind of thing's normal in life, but it's never fun...And, I'm just rambling." The corners of her mouth gently dipping, Kimmy murmured "No, it's alright. I get what you mean." Gently arching her eyebrows, she tried not to mumble as she added "I meant it when I said I didn't want to stop coming here. I like it here, and it's been fun, so far. I don't want to go back to hiding who I am, but if I stop coming to House Venus, I honestly don't think I'd be able to keep doing this, on my own."
Beverly gave her a rueful little smile. Some strength returning to her voice, she murmured a simple "We'll be okay" before she was stepping in and reaching out. Kimmy's heart just about skipped a beat as Beverly's arms looped around her shoulders, but she readily slipped into the hug, holding Beverly tight around her waist. Kimmy closed her eyes and sank against Beverly's body, deflating with a long sigh. Beverly's body was so soft, so warm, and her embrace was just the right level of tightness...Her skin smelled so good, Kimmy quickly became terrified she'd wind up breathing too hard and looking awkward, as a result. Of course, more pressing things than Beverly's intoxicating scent were threatening to push Kimmy into ruining the sentimental moment.
It took an inordinate amount of self-restraint for her to keep her hands contained to the small of Beverly's back, and it certainly wasn't any easier to ignore the way her face was nearly pressing into the blonde's expansive cleavage, let alone the way she let her freshly-pumped rod press right up against her with the utmost lack of self-consciousness. That, more than anything, felt so good that Kimmy's eyes watered - the feeling of her boiling prick so close to Beverly's own fiery battering ram had her breathing shallow in seconds. Think clean thoughts, Kimmy! Think of kittens, merry-go-rounds, and flying kites! Don't think about the big German cock potentially smearing your belly with a dab of pre-cum, or-
Kimmy gulped. Get your head out of the gutter, girl. Beverly needs you, right now. She felt the Head Maid give a gentle sigh, then raise her hand to the back of Kimmy's head, shaking her fingers through her hair. With a titter, she cooed "Thank you. I try not to make a habit of this sort of thing. I'm the big sister, after all - I'm supposed to be better than this. But, thank you for listening, all the same." Kimmy could almost feel a surge flow into her prick. Although "brother" wouldn't fit the beauty, to be sure, hearing "big sister" when a certain throbbing appendage was pressing up against her nonetheless had Kimmy flushed. She patted Beverly's hips as they started to release each other.
As she took a step back, Kimmy smiled up at her and said "Don't worry for even a second, Bev. I don't mind, even a little. You're not invincible, you get worried like anyone else, and it helps to talk to someone." Beverly started to smile from ear to ear as Kimmy continued, offering "In a way, you know, it's kind of reassuring to see that you're worried, just like the rest of us. Don't bottle it up. I'll listen." Beverly waited a moment, then reached up, holding Kimmy by her right cheek. Kimmy locked up as the Aryan leaned in, pressed a peck to her left cheek, and murmured "You know, you're really a sweetheart, Kimmy. I'll remember that. I might just take you up on it, if you're serious."
"I am," Kimmy hastily answered, trying, and thoroughly failing, not to look rattled by the kiss. If anything, Beverly seemed pleasantly amused. She dropped her hand from Kimmy's cheek, patted her shoulder, and started to walk past her, tossing back an amiable "Come on, we're late to the showers. We take any longer, the girls will get funny ideas. Doesn't help that we're both stiff as a board, right now." Kimmy giggled. Beverly made a good point, not that Kimmy'd mind if the others got that particular impression, of course. Why not? It was sure a win for her, at least. Still, she scurried after her superior, showered down, and followed the herd back to the dorm room. Time for that jerk-off break, then a well-deserved rest.
Of course, as soon as Kimmy walked into the dorm, she was holding her hips, pouting out her lips, and glancing around. I spy with my little eye some very odd additions to the room - whatever could they be? Kimmy couldn't help but wearily smirk as she walked over to her bed, crossing her arms as she examined her new bedmate. So, this was the machine slated to pump a rump, huh? Well, she couldn't exactly say she had ever had better bedfellows, but still, this new, untalkative friend she was about to become very well-acquainted with struck her as a little cold and calculating.
Just like most of the dildo machines she had seen in some of the more wild porn she had indulged in over the years, the "friend" lying over the end of her bed consisted of a flat base, a sort of motor connected to a wheel, and a piston arm which very conspicuously lacked a dildo tip. In a way, some part of Kimmy was actually disappointed. After seeing the sleek, sophisticated forms of the booster shot dispenser and the Daddy Dick toy, she supposed she would've expected something more advanced, perhaps an imitation man's torso with a big prick they'd all have to ride. Heck, come to think of it, that'd be more than a little sweat-inducing. Next time she sat down with Harret, she'd have to remember to suggest it to him.
Kimmy sat down at the edge of her bed, her eyes briefly flicking skyward as Beverly hit the switch to start the television screens mounted in the ceiling, each coming alive and displaying a blank pink screen. As each of the other girls took their respective beds, Beverly walked down the aisle spanning between them with a big smile on her face, a black felt bag hanging off her arm. "Okay girls," she eagerly announced, "welcome to the end of Anal Day. I hope you all had fun, I know I sure did. Thankfully, we all have one more game to go before we officially stop playing with our bums." Grinning now, Beverly audibly tried not to giggle as she declared "Our reward for working so hard all day, our reward for training our little holes with plugs - a nice, long, hard butt-fuck."
"Yeahhh," Shelly drawled out, smiling from ear to ear. Kimmy spied Berri smiling. Matter-of-factly, Courtney chimed in "Well, it's only proper, after all. Why train it if you aren't going to use it?" "Exactly," Beverly answered, turning to glance and point at the second most senior maid. Beverly gave the bag under her arm a patting, explaining "I've got a bunch of nice, big dildos here, just waiting to get introduced to us, ladies. Now, as you all know, the jerk-off break for Anal Day is different than usual. We don't actually pet ourselves, and instead, we just watch the porn, relax, and let the machine fuck the cum out of us. On Anal Day, only prostate orgasms are allowed, and the jerk-off break is no different."
Beverly threw up her hands by her shoulders, gave a quick, humming titter, and added "Besides that, standard rules apply. All orgasms are announced. First one to cum has to clean everyone up, and the last one to cum gets lube for tomorrow night. Since I won last night's game, I'll be getting the deluxe vibrating dildo, tonight. Now, everyone assume the position: lie back, lift your legs up, and hold them behind the knees." With another big grin, Beverly teased the lot of them, goading them on with a girlish "C'mon! I know some of you are flexible enough to put your feet behind your head! I know you're all anxious for it, so stretch those legs, girls!"
"It's not my legs that are about to get stretched," Clara remarked, making both Berri and Hitomi snicker. As she slid herself over onto the middle of her bed, Aisha tossed Kimmy a glance and a smile, watching her do the same. Her voice as soft as ever, she cooed "Nervous?" Kimmy raised her eyebrows a little, readily admitting "A bit." Aisha smiled more at the honesty. Already lying back and lifting up her legs, she offered what guidance she could, murmuring "Just relax and let the machine do all the work. Don't try to force the orgasm or rush it along, you'll just tire yourself out or get sore. Let it happen naturally, and have fun getting filled up."
A little uncertainly, Kimmy mumbled "I, uh...I'll try." Aisha grinned a little, showing off some teeth. Kimmy turned her eyes to Beverly, watching her go over to her own bed and pull out what appeared to be a golden dildo, of all things, from inside the bag on her arm, fitting it to the end of her bedmate's piston. Then, she produced a tiny remote from inside her bag, hit a button, and sent her Midas prick shuddering with anticipation, aching to violate the Aryan's no doubt snug little maidenhood.
She then stepped over to Berri's bed on the other side of the room, pulled out a more plain flesh-coloured one, and set her new friend up with the no doubt six-inch minimum appendage. Merrily going from bed to bed, she fit each of the sex machines with imitation phallus, each machine getting the same sort of dildo, Kimmy couldn't help but notice. When Beverly went to Shelly's bed, however, she pulled out a noticeably longer, floppier one, which immediately had the Aussie grinning. Unlike the others, this particular dildo was probably eight or nine inches, and as Beverly gently slapped it against her free hand, she teasingly remarked "Saved the big one just for you, Sheila. I know how much you like to feel it."
"Damn right," Shelly answered, just a little huskily. Grinning, watching Beverly from between her upraised legs, she added "I went the whole day with this big fucker up my ass. I'm not gonna back out now and go for the runt of the litter." Beverly grinned at the enthusiasm, securely fitting the end of the long dildo to Shelly's machine. Berri bitterly muttered under her breath - evidently, she wasn't pleased to hear her friend had achieved a landmark accomplishment. After all, it wasn't just every day someone spent nearly every waking hour with a dildo lodged up their keister.
Shelly's eyes glazed as she watched that big, fake cock come to rest after Beverly slid her hands off, the mushroom tip aimed squarely at the vulnerable underside of her body. Her breathing deepening, she grumbled "Yeah...That's good. That'll do..." Kimmy finally began to assume the position for a proper rump roast as Beverly made her way over, tossing the newest maid a bright smile. Kimmy just gave a bit of a nervous grin as she reached down and pulled her legs up and back, bringing her knees as close to either side of her chest as she could. Without a word, Beverly pulled out another dildo just like the rest, fitted it to the end of Kimmy's bedmate, then puckered up and blew her a playful little kiss.
Beverly hurried over and tossed the emptied bag to the foot of her bed, then produced a big salad bowl from underneath and began to go from bed to bed, popping out everybody's toys, one after the other. The reactions from each girl varied, but typically, they gave a sigh of relief, occasionally accompanied by some kind of remark along the lines of how odd it was to feel so empty. Each toy was tossed into the salad bowl, and after Kimmy relaxed and let Beverly ease her plug out, she turned her eyes towards the ceiling, watching as text began to appear. Beverly glanced up and, with an "Oop" of surprise, she hurried up her preparations, rushing over towards her bed.
Setting the salad bowl down on the floor, she rushed over to the dorm door and hit the lights, then hurried over to her bed. Sadly, Kimmy couldn't see the beauty pop out her supposedly fat plug, but her imagination did a more than vivid job. A quiet whirring began to fill the dorm as, seemingly all of their own accord, the motors for the sex machines began to come to life. Kimmy gulped as a busty transsexual model in black lingerie appeared on one side of the screen, bubble letters filling the space next to her voluptuous body. Slowly, rock music began to drift out of the speakers lining each screen, filling the dorm with energetic guitar riffs and drum beats.
"Welcome to another Anal Day jerk-off, maids! Everyone have their dildos ready? Everyone have an ass packed with lube?"
"Yes," most of the other maids answered aloud. A noise from her machine made Kimmy raise her eyebrows and jerk her head up, the girly-boy anxiously looking down between her legs. The machine's arm was slowly extending outwards, guiding the tip of the dildo towards her body. Her teeth briefly gritting, she dropped her head and looked back up at her screen, trying to slow her pounding heart.
"You're such good little gurls, working so hard to clean this big ol' mansion! You deserve a big reward for all your effort! Look down, gurls! That stiff man-meat's your prize, all ready to ream out your thick asses!"
Kimmy's lips turned into a little frown as the rounded crown of the dildo pressed up against her, somewhere private. Her nostrils flared as questions ran through her mind: how fast was this thing going to fuck her? How deep was it going to go? Would it even make her cum? She couldn't even control it to make sure it massaged her prostate - was this thing really gonna get the job done, or was it only going to make her hate chairs, tomorrow?
"No stroking now, gurls! Only dildo action! Today, you remember what it's like to take dick up those juicy bums! Keep your legs up and let that big, manly cock have at ya! Take your time and really enjoy the cramming before you dribble your cummies! Bonus points if you stay hard for your man!"
Kimmy frowned harder as the rounded cap of the fake cock under her pressed a little harder, prompting her ring to yield with almost no resistance whatsoever, yawning open to make way. Kimmy gave a faint sigh, blinking a few times in rapid succession as her expression relaxed. She could feel some of the lube still inside her ooze out around the crown, seeping down through the valley of her cushiony tush, steadily creeping towards the bed sheets underneath her body.
"Let's get to the good stuff, right off the bat! Let's see some other naughty gurls take it in the ass! Watch and learn, maids!"
The screen faded to black, and when it faded back in, the music was abruptly replaced by the vigorous slapping of flesh-on-flesh, the hoarse moans of a t-girl in heat, and the occasional grunt from the stud she was riding. Kimmy barely had time to take stock of the scene on the screen before the dildo was suddenly sliding in, pushing itself up deep enough to curl her toes. A couple strained grunts echoed out in the dorm room, Kimmy's among them, but just as many moans were exhaled. The dildo was probably close to hilting, and pushing her abdomen against the bed, before it finally began to ease back out. The second thrust came a little faster, as did the third. By the fifth, the machine was starting up a steady rhythm.
Kimmy just groaned in her throat, her eyelids easing half-closed. There it was again, that same filling feeling that the Daddy Dick had given her. Each rock of the dildo through her silky glove had her gently rocking against the bed, her body lightly shifting with each push and pull of the faux phallus as it became better acquainted with her deceptively inexperienced ass. The feeling was subtle at first, but it was definitely there: her prostate was waking up, again. In less than a minute, her curled toes and tense legs began to relax and go limp, and as she resigned herself to the dicking, her breathing deepened, glazed eyes absently watching the television screen. The lights were on, but nobody was home.
She watched as the scene shifted, after a couple minutes. Now, another t-girl was on all fours with her head held low, the man behind her spanking her thick ass with his lap as he had his way with her, breeding her so hard her stiff manhood was stirring the air between her spread thighs. The sight had Clara audibly groaning. Aisha gave a steamy sigh. Shelly could only give a long, low, tense groan, her voice subtly hitching every time her bedmate hilted her. The scene continued for a few minutes until, without warning, a trickle began to flow like sap from the girl's dangling horn, which promptly had a couple moans drifting about the dorm, Beverly among them.
Hearing her voice had Kimmy's chest feeling warm, her eyelids helplessly falling shut for several long moments. When she opened them again, she found that the screen had faded out to black. When it came back in, it was pink, and another model accompanied by bubble text appeared.
"I trust nobody's cum, yet? Good gurls! What's sexier, though: cumming early and often like a real slut, or holding out until your man says you can pop, then squirting a big load?"
Each of the maids answered aloud without a hint of shame. Kimmy kept her mouth shut and went red. Instead, she raised her head and looked down at herself, eyeing her raging prick with a surreal sense of confusion. Ordinarily, she went limp as a noodle when she started using a dildo, and while that had always been a little disappointing, she had simply chalked it up to her body focusing more on her ass, rather than the cock she wasn't even using. Now, however, every push of the dildo only seemed to send a fresh thrum through her rod, utterly preventing it from ever being less than thoroughly turgid.
Come to think of it, the same thing had happened when the Daddy Dick had fucked her - she wasn't sure if she should've been worried, or elated. Her eyes rose back to the screen as new text appeared.
"Today, little miss Clara paid a visit to the big boss! She may be short, but she can sure pack an attitude - today, though, she played nice!"
The screen faded out, and when it came back in, it took the same kind of angle the videos from the day before, each elevated and at an angle, as if from a secret surveillance camera hidden somewhere inside the office. Harret stood in front of his desk, completely nude, while Clara stood in front of him, still in the middle of stripping down. Kimmy gulped when she saw how stiff the both of them already were, her eyes homing in on Clara's rather jiggly derriere as she lifted each leg and slipped off her stockings.
"So," Clara dryly remarked, "I'm guessing you wanna rail me, considering it's Anal Day."
"Actually," Harret answered, producing a bottle of lube from his side, "I was more thinking of giving your bust a massage. How's that sound? I know how much they turn you on."
Clara held her hips and shifted her weight to one foot, making her condom-shrouded cock bob. Grinning, she purred "A titfuck, you mean? Well...Sounds good, let's do it, heh heh. Look at you, remembering my little kinks. Boyfriend material, over here."
Harret smiled as he thumbed off the cap of the bottle, stepping close enough to Clara that if it weren't for the size difference between them, they'd no doubt be swordfighting. As Harret turned the bottle over Clara ample bust and started squeezing the clear syrup out into her cleavage, she reached up, smoothed her hair behind her ears, and remarked "You know how long it's been since I've given a real titfuck? Nobody cares what I actually want to do. They always either want my ass, or turn into bitches and ache for the salty spittoon, down there. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind the latter, but you'd think that with honkers this big, people would get the idea. But nooo, it never occurs to anyone."
"I can imagine. That's why I asked," Harret remarked, earning a hum from the short redhead. The big man spent some time carefully massaging his hands across her bust before, still as stiff as steel, Clara backed up until she could sit down over the guest chair in front of Harret's desk. Chest glazed with lube, she beckoned him over with a curl of her finger, and within moments, the big man was before her, letting her have her fun by doing all the work. Clara swallowed his broad prick into her cleavage and, grinning wolfishly, she started up her no doubt well-rehearsed massage routine, fulfilling her maidly duty by using those sweater puppies to polish that knob.
Clara audibly sighed. Courtney hummed, intrigued. Hitomi gave a quiet moan. Kimmy couldn't help but give a throaty groan. She supposed her sphincter must've been relaxing, because now, the dildo was gliding in and out a bit easier, reaching deep inside before sliding back out across her special spot, sending warmth through her crotch. The video continued for a time, but eventually, it briefly faded to black. When it came back in, some amount of time had obviously lapsed, because not only was Harret keeping his eyes shut as he groaned, but Clara had dropped her head down, noisily sucking at the tip of his cock as she massaged her globes around his shaft, shaking them back and forth. She hadn't even gone soft, the lewd little dom.
When Harret gave a harsh groan, Clara stopped suckling at his tip, popping her lips off of him in lieu of wiggling her tongue at his tip. When he started firing, Clara visibly flinched, smiling as his lances collided with her mouth, chin, and throat. She hummed a chuckle as Harret sighed and sent the final few trickles into her cleavage, and as she unhanded him, he stepped back, smiled, and offered "Go ahead and rub one out. You deserve it." To Kimmy's surprise, Clara actually sighed in relief. Sounding more subdued than she had ever heard the redhead speak, Clara grabbed her condom-covered cock and gratefully exhaled "Thank you. I could really use it, right about now..."
The screen faded to black, and more bubble letters came.
"Maybe next time you'll get that railing, Clara! Who else had a private consultation, today? Let's see! Maybe Hitomi's big butt could satisfy House Venus' resident Alpha?"
The screen faded to black once again, and when picture returned, Harret and Hitomi were already mid-coitus, with the big-bootied maid entirely naked as she bent over Harret's desk, gasping something in Japanese as he held her hips and pounded away at her tailpipe. A high, guiltily self-satisfied smirk on her face, Hitomi's eyes were rolling back into her skull as her mouth started hanging open, her voice trilling as she crooned. Harret couldn't help but grin, and every thrust he landed home sent a ripple across her cushions, the big man thoroughly dominating her derriere until she had to hang her head down.
Hitomi moaned at the memory, and both Courtney and Shelly enjoyed the sight, from the sound of things. Kimmy was too out of it to react. Eyes fogged, she simply stared, and even when the machine pumping away at her began to steadily quicken the tempo, her breath deepened, but hardly even hitched. She felt so full, inside...
Aisha abruptly gave a low groan. "Nnngh...Hah...Hah...That's it, for me..."
Kimmy gave a blink, then another, her eyes becoming more alert. What? She hadn't lost? She turned her head and looked over, and sure enough, Aisha was pulling herself back on her bed, grunting as she pulled herself off of her mindlessly thrusting sex machine. Creamy sap was dripping from the end of her stiff rod at a fairly fast pace, but never enough to become a full stream, not even when she gave a weak flex. With a weary sigh and without much overt embarrassment over losing the game, she got up, made her way to the back of the dorm room, found the box of tissues, and got to work cleaning herself up.
Kimmy raised her eyebrows and looked back up the ceiling, smiling brightly. Hey, whaddya know, she actually hadn't lost, today! Giving a long, contented sigh, her smile faded as she resumed watching, her crotch briefly tensing as Harret's thrusting slowed to a quick stop. As he groaned, Hitomi bit her lip, giving the tiniest whimpers in time with each spurt...Be they his or her own, Kimmy couldn't tell.
"Hitomi's got an ass that just won't quit! Let's crank things up a notch, shall we? Would fresh cum on cute faces make you pop your top?"
"Yes," Courtney answered, more in a gasp than anything else. Kimmy's eyes started to cross. The screen wiped to a compilation of nothing but beautiful women with puffy lips getting facials, most opening their mouths to catch some of the spunk, others either smiling from ear to ear or grinning. Evidently, hearing all those men groaning and women purring was collectively the straw that broke the camel's back, because as the video wore on, more and more orgasms were announced in fairly quick succession. After Aisha was Berri, then Courtney.
Kimmy couldn't hold out much longer than that, and descended into high-pitched squeaks as that slow flow was goaded through her loins, coaxing a trickle of off-white to drip off of her rigid prick, her condensed lust helplessly flowing over her quaking tummy in sappy rivulets. Aisha smiled warmly at her as she cleaned her up, ensuring to squeeze every drop out of Kimmy's cock before moving on. Beverly finished up not long after her, moaning rather intensely before announcing "Aisha!...Oh, God, that was good..." In the afterglow, Kimmy was struggling to stay awake, but the melodical lilt in Beverly's voice was enough to perk her up, for a minute.
Hitomi finished up next, then Clara, and lastly, perhaps surprisingly, Shelly, who descended into another loud, heel-kicking orgasm before unloading another no doubt enormous load, likely spattering herself with her own all-natural skin cream in liberal doses. The Aussie had a little laugh, in the afterglow. Victory no doubt tasted sweet, unless one of those lances had landed over her lips. Once Aisha had finished her cleaning duties, Beverly was climbing back out of bed, killing the ceiling screens with the flick of a switch, and tiredly pulling everyone's now-dead fuck machines off of their beds, putting them on the floor at the foot of each respective bed to be dealt with in the morning.
Kimmy, half asleep at that point, groggily watched Beverly's silhouette by the foot of her bed, barely even visible in the gloom. She didn't perk up until Beverly began to walk further up the side of her bed, coming closer to the head. Kimmy couldn't find her voice before Beverly was leaning over, giving her another kiss to the forehead before softly breathing out "Good job today, Kimmy, you lasted a lot longer, this time...Sleep tight, okay? You're gonna need your energy, tomorrow."
With the tiniest giggle, Beverly quietly uttered "Tomorrow's gonna be Endurance Training Day. I'm sure you have good willpower, though."
Kimmy could only whimper uncertainly. What the fuck constituted Endurance Training, at House Venus? What the hell has she been doing ever since she showed up?! It's been nothing but endurance training!
~~End of Ch. 6~~
Chapter 7: Wednesday - Endurance Training
Chapter Text
Kimmy's Maid Training
Part II ‑ "Interdiction"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: April 28, 2017
Slowly, Kimmy came to, drifting out of the pleasant dream she had been living and back into the evolving body she had left behind. Mm, what a nice little situation...It had seemed so real, she'd give almost anything for another minute of it. Let her fall back asleep, let her have another minute of Travis...
Snug under those warm blankets, the side of her face nestled into her pillow, she pulled a knee up high against her mattress. Once she had given her hips a little rocking, shifting the violent case of morning wood pressed underneath herself into a more comfortable position, she drew in a contented breath. Mmf, was it just her, or was her package feeling oddly distracting, that morning? Was it the dream or the daily vitamins that had her balls feeling...Weirdly dense, sort of firmer than usual? Combine that with how stiff she was, and it was hard to find a position that didn't make her focus on the spot between her thighs.
Just...Such a weird feeling, like she couldn't ignore her bits, like she could always feel them between her thighs, constantly calling for attention. Was this how the other maids usually felt? Jeez...Ugh, she could really use a wank, right about then. Pressure was ramping up, she supposed. Too bad jerking off was banned, in the morning. Still, she found herself giving a little smile and a sigh. Even without a tugging, whaddya know, she actually felt halfway decent, that morning! Maybe she was finally getting used to the early bird schedule, at House Venus? Maybe she could finally start pulling herself out of bed without trudging along like a zombie? Progress!
Kimmy's ear pricked up when she noticed the sound of somebody moving around, in the dorm. Whoever they were, they were definitely trying to be stealthy, from the sound of things. Their bare feet softly patted against the hardwood floor over in the direction of the exit, and when whoever it was gave a faint sigh of exertion, Kimmy's brow barely twitched down. Now, whoever could be trying to slink around before the alarm's even gone off, she wondered? There was the sound of something heavy being set down on the floor, and then the dorm door was quietly being opened, nary a creak to announce the sneaky maid's presence. Drawing in another deep breath, Kimmy let her eyes flitter open a crack. The girly-boy, shoulder-length hair a twisted, tangled mess of bedhead, sat up a little, looking over with a sleepy sigh.
What she saw wasn't all that surprising, really. Her first guess might've been that somebody like Berri had gotten up early for some mischief, but this would've been her second guess. If there was anyone who would've had the gumption to actually get out of bed early, especially for some clean-up work, it would've been the Head Maid, good ol' Bubbly Beverly. Kimmy was kind of impressed. The Aryan had already gone from bed to bed, quietly collected everyone's sex machines from the prior night, and set them all up by the front door, rounding them all up for cleaning and replacement into storage. As she moved over to her bed, leaning over to grab that salad bowl filled to the brim with slippery plugs, she finally seemed to notice that someone else had actually managed to get up early.
Her eyes flicked over in Kimmy's direction, finding her own. She immediately gave a wide, bright smile, idly lifting the salad bowl up onto the edge of her bed. Briefly grinning, she raised a hand and silently wiggled a couple fingers at Kimmy in a sweet hello. She could barely offer a groggy smile and try to wave back before Beverly was quietly skipping over, porn star curves bouncing and swaying with every strut. Kimmy casually watched Beverly below the neckline, smiling until the beautiful, vivacious blonde had come right up to the side of her bed. Half-hard morning wood hanging long from her lap, the gorgeous Aryan held her knees and leaned over Kimmy's bed, coming within murmuring distance of the greenhorn maid. With a big, happy smile, she whispered "Hey, good morning! Wanna help me out, hon?"
Kimmy raised her eyebrows. Her eyes not-so-subtly darted down to Beverly's lap. She was already pulling aside her bed sheets as she giddily whispered back "Yeah, totally! I'm up!" Beverly grinned, holding back a friendly giggle as Kimmy rose to her feet, doorstopper unabashedly sticking right up from her lap. Beverly couldn't help but lift a hand to her mouth, making the dainty gesture of draping her fingers across her lips, trying to shield Kimmy from her own amusement. She supposed it was too much to expect that Kimmy might wake up feeling satisfied, even after last night's prostate pumping. The sweet baby had already been a pretty horny little femboy, even before enjoying the many vitamins and supplements that House Venus could provide. After a couple days of aphrodisiacs, hell, that libido was turning into the Energizer Bunny!
The work wasn't too tough, Kimmy was happy to discover, and she was glad for the chance to work alongside Beverly, for once. The sex machines were pretty heavy, sure, but there weren't all that many of them, and the two of them didn't have to carry them too far for cleaning before sticking them into storage. While they worked, both still wearing nothing but their birthday suits, Beverly offered an apology. She had woken up a good forty minutes before the usual alarm, and must've accidentally stirred Kimmy while she had been collecting the prior night's sex machines. Kimmy put on a big smile and told Beverly not to worry about it. She had slept great, she said, so no harm done. Judging by the adorable little smile Beverly gave, Kimmy figured the sweetheart was reassured.
Once they were all done, Kimmy imagined they might've just headed back to the dorm room and waited for the others to wake up, but instead, Beverly suggested they grab a cup of tea at the canteen. The two of them lingering in the hallway, Kimmy raised an eyebrow at the buxom blonde, a somewhat confused look crossing her. In little more than a mumble, she answered "Err...We can do that? Isn't the canteen, you know, closed, or something?" Beverly gave a bedazzling smile, banishing Kimmy's uncertainty before she had even spoken. Beverly barely shrugged. Giving a little shake with her head, she readily cooed "No, the canteen's open, silly. We can just walk right on in. Eve's probably already in there, cooking breakfast. C'mon, I have this great Bengal tea I mix with some milk and honey, you'll love it!"
Kimmy couldn't fight a smile. When the tall Aryan gestured for her to come along, Kimmy couldn't help but step alongside her, the two walking so close beside each other that their hips were constantly an inch away from bumping. Beverly led the way once they reached the doors, ushering Kimmy into the maids' personal dining hall. Already, the rich, mouth-watering scents of baking were permeating the expansive room, and off in the back room, the sound of music filled the air, complete with the addition of one particularly jovial cook chiming in during the vocals. The friendly vibe was more than enough to make Kimmy feel welcome, so much so that the idea that Eve might actually spot her in the buff for the first time never really popped into Kimmy's mind.
Beverly broke away from her, a big smile on her face as she looked back past her shoulder, lightly waving Kimmy over towards the long table lining the hall. "Grab a seat, I'll just be a minute," she offered. Kimmy just smiled more, eyes promptly dropping to Beverly's derriere as the gorgeous blonde walked off. Seeing those big, thick cheeks rhythmically shift against each other with every step Beverly took threatened a return of the Kimmy Mini-Rocket, especially once her imagination started to race over the idea of being alone with Bev. All alone, sitting close next to each other, nothing to keep their hands from wandering?...Phew. Kimmy was quick to fan herself down and make for the table before anything rose too high.
She sat at a bench and waited patiently, one leg daintily crossed over the other, partly to get comfortable and partly to conceal the determined doorstopper she was now sporting. She listened as Beverly walked in on Eve's singing. The two of them had a laugh, then chatted with each other as Beverly set about making the tea. From the sounds of things, Eve wasn't too surprised to see Beverly naked. Made sense, really. Even if she were only the cook, Eve had probably seen her fair share of shenanigans, working at House Venus. Within a couple minutes, Beverly was walking back out, a mug in either hand. She smiled as she came over, set a big, blue, speckled cup down in front of Kimmy, and took a seat next to her, uncontrollably drawing Kimmy's eyes as the beauty lifted a leg to step over the bench.
Kimmy, smiling to herself, looked down at her mug, eyeing the milky white contents. As she reached for the thick handle, Beverly took a sip of her own tea, briefly closing her eyes at the flavour. She gave a contented groan, containing it to a little rumble in her throat. For a moment, she just paused, holding the rim of the mug near her lips. Smiling widely, she took one more little sip, then set her speckled green mug back down, remarking "Ooh, it's been a while since I last had a cup of this. I love this stuff, I'll have to remember to grab another box. The one I have now's running low."
Kimmy raised her eyebrows, smiling wider as she shot Beverly a sidelong look. Slowly raising the mug to her lips, she drew in a silent smell of the tea's aroma, and the sweetness of it was more than a little surprising. If she had to compare it to anything, it was like flowers soaked in honey, for crying out loud. Who knew tea could smell this good? Kimmy smiled to herself. If we are what we eat, then yeah, this tea was a pretty good window into Beverly's warm personality. Kimmy's brow gently furrowed as her eyes shifted off of Beverly and down at her mug.
Pulling the mug an inch away from her face, she mumbled "Jeez, this sure smells sweet. Did you put sugar in it, or something?" Beverly, smiling, put an elbow to the table, playfully propping a cheek into her palm. Shoulders turned so she could face her friend, she barely shook her head, watching Kimmy with half-closed eyes as she murmured "No, just milk and honey, like I said. It isn't caffeinated, either." She raised her eyebrows, and as she raised her mug back up to her lips, she tittered and prodded "Well, go on, give it a taste! It isn't going to burn your tongue, silly!"
Kimmy smiled at the ribbing. She gave Beverly a sidelong glance, tilting her head forward to look up at her, as if to remark "Hardy har har." When Beverly's full, puffy lips gently puckered and met at the rim of her mug, Kimmy's eyes unconsciously dropped to look, but then she was looking back over at her own mug, almost unaware of the imagery filling the back of her mind. She raised her mug to her lips and took a sip, and without hesitation, she raised her eyebrows high. Hey, that actually tasted pretty damn good! She wasn't exactly a tea connoisseur, but she didn't need to be to recognize a tasty beverage, and this stuff was pretty damn good. Was it the milk, the honey? Damned if she knew, but this stuff was like liquid gold!
When Beverly saw Kimmy's eyes widen a little, she grinned. Eyes half-closed and relaxed, she watched Kimmy take another sip, then quietly blurt out "Wow, that's a lot better than I expected! I didn't know tea could taste this good, green tea was always bleh, to me! Bengal, you said it was?" Beverly barely nodded, humming a little "Mhm, that's right. You really like it?" Kimmy took another sip of it, looking over with a smile as she added "I thought it'd taste really sugary, but this is great. Where do you get this stuff? Maybe I'll get some for myself, take it home." Beverly smiled from ear to ear. After another sip of her own, she warmly offered "Remind me before we turn in, tonight, and I'll write down the address of this little Mid-East food shop I go to. They have a bunch of great teas from that brand. The apple and cinnamon one is really good, too."
Kimmy chuckled out "Alright, I'll try to remember. Hopefully, it doesn't slip my mind after Endurance Day. God only knows what that is, around here." Beverly's eyes turned a little more alert. Her smile growing stronger, she raised her cheek from her palm, resting her arm down on the table. With a friendly wink, she explained "Aww, don't be nervous, it's really not so bad. Endurance Day's really just about teaching us how to last longer in bed and make the most out of sex, is all." She raised her eyebrows a little, offered a sparkling little grin, and added "Part of that's physical training. You know, actually experiencing what a really long sex session is like. There's also getting into the state of mind that you can either keep edging, or keep cumming. You need stamina. That's all, really."
Beverly leaned in a little, closing her grin to a cheeky smile. Lips barely shifting, she quipped "Don't feel bad if today's a little tough, some of us still have a hard time with it. If you've got the willpower for it, though, today will teach you how to channel all that sexual energy. If there's one thing you should work on next, it's having a little discipline, a little, well, patience. The way you stare at everyone in the showers is really cute, though." Kimmy blinked a couple times in rapid succession, smiling shyly as she looked down into her mug. To her credit, though, she didn't blush, something Beverly swiftly noticed. No blush meant no embarrassment - somebody was opening up about her wants!
Beverly gave a little giggle, and as she leaned back out, she reached out and playfully shook a hand through Kimmy's hair, happily admitting "You know, it's been so much fun, watching you come into your own. Have I told you that, yet? It's only been a few days, but you've already come so far. It's really obvious that you needed this, hon. I'm really proud of you, you know that?" Kimmy glanced over, looking even shyer at the praise. Beverly absentmindedly traced a long, carefully manicured fingernail around the rim of her mug, casually adding "When you first walked in here, you were so shy, it was adorable. I wanted to grab you and tell you that everything would be okay, that you made the best choice you ever could've. At first, everything made you blush and clam up, but now?"
Beverly gave a contented sigh through her nose. Smiling from ear to ear yet again, she raised her mug to her lips, offering "Now, you're turning into the sweet, slutty girl you always had, inside. All the cocks swinging under the skirts doesn't faze you, anymore. I always knew you had it in you. It's tons of fun to watch!" Kimmy narrowed an eye. Pulling a wry face, she smiled more confidently and bantered back "Slutty? Wow, you say the nicest things, Bev." Beverly briefly closed her eyes as she fought back a laugh, trying not to inhale her sip of tea. She got it down quick, then put her mug to the table, a bubbly giggle uncontrollably floating out of her. Grinning, she dabbed a fingertip between her lip and chin, coyly mumbling "Oh, you know what I mean, hee-hee!"
Kimmy had to grin, a little. There was a brief silence where the two of them took the opportunity to enjoy a bit of their tea, but then Kimmy was glancing over in curiosity, quietly asking "...So, you really live here full-time, huh? You don't have any breaks, during the off week?" Beverly smiled. Lightly raising her eyebrows, she briefly glanced off to the side, cooing "Well, yes and no. I mean, I do live full-time at House Venus, but my vacation week isn't anywhere near as busy as the work week with the rest of you. After all, House Venus might be big, but we do a pretty good job of handling the worst of it. In the off week, it's all pretty light maintenance. I have more free time than you might think."
Beverly barely shrugged. Looking back into Kimmy's eyes, she added "Master Harret doesn't want to drop the whole estate on me while I'm alone, so my duties during the break week are more like a personal assistant than a maid. I'm just there when he needs me." Kimmy nodded. She waited a moment, then ventured to ask "So...Does that mean you're free to leave and, um. Go out, and stuff, during the off week? You get to do stuff, right?"
Beverly gave a slow blink, her smile briefly faltering. She gave Kimmy a bit of an intrigued look, gently tilting her head to the side. Kimmy could already feel her heart beginning to beat harder. Casually, she added "Y'know. I think you mentioned that Harret likes to keep you close, during the break week. It just makes me wonder, do you even get to go out and do stuff? I mean, are you restricted to House Venus?"
Beverly gave another blink. Not only did her smile start to come back, but it slowly grew into a knowing grin. Kimmy subtly cleared her throat, looking down into her mug. She resisted the urge to squirm in her seat, and somehow even managed not to mumble as she added "I guess it was a silly question. If you couldn't go out, you wouldn't be able to get tea. Uh, just, never mind." Beverly gently tilted her head to the side, again. After a moment, she raised her hand back up and propped her chin in her palm, eyes never drifting from the newest maid in her team.
Kimmy couldn't even look over as Beverly cooed "What're you trying to say, Kimmy?"
Kimmy didn't answer, straight away. Her heart was beating even faster, now. Dear Lord, what was she doing? She was making an idiot out of herself, she was talking herself into a corner. She was torn: she was terrified, but she resented herself for being afraid. Wherever that particular line of thought had been going, it was too much, it was inappropriate. Beverly was a coworker, for crying out loud, and essentially her superior, to boot. She settled on something much more safe instead, briefly stammering before suggesting "Uh, just, um...Just curious, is all. Just wondering if you hang out with the other girls at all, in the off week."
Beverly played along, offering a big, slow nod. Her grin retreating into an intense smile, she murmured "Oh, right, I see. Well, sometimes, but not usually. Usually, the other girls are busy with their own things. After a week of work, they have their own affairs to deal with. Boys to see, friends to hang out with, shopping to do, stuff like that." Kimmy gave a sheepish nod, looking more and more downcast at her own cowardice. She just...Couldn't go through with the idea. Asking Beverly out on a date? Please. She must've still been in bed, dreaming. Why in God's name would this amazing babe straight out of her naughtiest bimbo shemale porn ever want to see her outside of work?
Still, she couldn't stay in her funk for long, not with Beverly there. Just being around her, Kimmy couldn't help but cheer back up. It wasn't even ten seconds before Beverly was guiding Kimmy down some new topic, making her forget all about her moment of weakness. Kimmy couldn't stop smiling as the two of them chatted away. The way Beverly gave Kimmy her undivided attention, the outgoing way she kept the conversation going even when Kimmy didn't really know what to say, and Kimmy just found it too hard to stay shy, even after her earlier flub.
The two of them didn't talk much more about work, and they never touched on the concern Brandy presented for House Venus. Instead, Beverly went back to that Mid-East food shop she had bought the tea from, and just rolled on from there. Time merely seemed to fly by, for Kimmy. By the time they had finished their tea, Beverly mentioned that the dorm alarm was probably about to go off, so after she took their mugs into the kitchen, she and Kimmy headed back for the dorm. Along the way, however, Kimmy began mustering up her courage, one more time.
The dorm door crawling towards them just down the hall, Kimmy smiled as casually as she could and, with a considerably more confident air about her, mentioned "You know, this was kinda fun. It was nice chatting, just the two of us. It was nice to get an actual break after all the stuff that constantly goes on, all day." She looked over, and even though Beverly was smiling, Kimmy failed to lose her nerve...But then again, considering she was suggesting something a hell of a lot less risky than a one-on-one rendezvous outside of work, it shouldn't have come as any big surprise that she found it easier to be nonchalant. Offering an innocent little shrug, she didn't even stumble over her words as she suggested "You think you'd wanna have tea again, some time?"
Kimmy nearly held her breath when Beverly gave a little giggle. The Head Maid held a hip, smile spreading even wider as she looked over, eyes half-closed. Knowingly, just a hint slowly, she cooed "Well, if we ever wake up early again, then sure, I'd love to have another chat, Kimmy."
Kimmy briefly hung her head a little, desperately trying to stifle the huge smile that grew across her face. She didn't think she'd be making a habit out of waking up early, so she probably wouldn't be able to take Beverly up on the suggestion, but that wasn't the important thing, here. The important thing was, Bev hadn't said no. It was the gesture that counted; Beverly had left the door open to the two of them hanging out, again. Kimmy might not have been the bravest in the romance department, but she wasn't clueless.
Kimmy's face started to turn red. Considering they were both walking around naked, maybe "hanging out" hadn't been the best choice of words. Just the thought was enough to get a swell out of her, down under. They were still a few paces from the dorm door when they both heard Beverly's alarm go off, through the walls. Beverly drew in a breath, warmly remarking "And, back on the clock. Let's get some sleepyheads moving, hmm?" Kimmy just smiled and nodded. Beverly went first, and all the girly-boy could do was let her eyes drop to Beverly's ass, once again helplessly ogling her. Kimmy's eyes glazed. No matter how many times she did it, she never got tired of it.
Oh, God...From head to toe, Beverly was just so perfect. The things Kimmy would do to her, if she had half a chance...The things she'd have Beverly do to her. Just the thought...Mmf. On the group walk to the showers, everyone might've been sporting morning wood, but Kimmy was the tensest of all.
Kimmy, smiling to herself, watched Beverly run her hands through her long, thick locks, helping the shower water soak her voluminous head of hair. The Head Maid smiled as she announced "Okay, girls. Halfway into the week! Wednesday's here, which means?..." Kimmy chimed in right alongside everyone, answering back "Endurance Training Day!" Beverly smiled even wider, raising her eyebrows as she started squirting shampoo into a hand. Those beautiful blue eyes of her's shifting around the shower room, stopping along the way at each of her girls, she chirped "That's riiight! Now, can somebody tell me what Endurance Day is all about?"
Aisha spoke up, soft voice low enough that it was almost drowned out by the running showers. Raking her fingers through her long, black hair, she answered "It's all about building up our stamina, so we can last as long as possible in bed and keep going, over and over again. It's about getting us used to all-day sex marathons." Kimmy barely raised her eyebrows, still smiling as she reached for her body wash. Sex marathons, huh? Hey, she liked the sound of that! Question was, how exactly would said endurance be built up? That was the real mystery, here. Anal Training had been a kinky idea, and the plugs had been a nice touch, but then she had been getting F-ed in the A by the Daddy Dick, so who knew what surprises Endurance Day had in store.
Beverly started running her hands across her head, working the shampoo into her locks until it lathered into a bed of foam. With a titter, she said "Precisely, Aisha! Today's all about learning how to last as long as your man can, longer than your man, even. Last all night, impress him with how huge your appetite is! Inspire him to keep going until the sun comes up, or just ride on top and ravish him until you've gotten out every drop from the both of you! Edge until you just can't take it anymore, then go for seconds and thirds! Endurance Training is exactly that: keep having sex until you're crying from ecstasy. Build up a sweat, don't stop until you're exhausted!"
"Be a goddamn sexual tyrannosaurus," Shelly chimed in, smirking to herself. Berri gave a bark of a laugh, but otherwise refrained from making the obvious addition to the comment. Beverly gave Shelly a good-natured look, smiling to herself. After a moment, she smiled wider and announced "Alright, the workloads for today: Courtney, Berri, you're on dusting and sweeping duty for the art galleries, and do try to get along as best you can, okay? Clara, Aisha please polish the banisters and floors in the main hall. Kimmy, Hitomi, I'd like you to vacuum the third floor conference halls, as well as the hallways. Everyone got that?" Hitomi grinned, promptly killing her shower before blurting out a happy-go-lucky "Hai!"
Kimmy was still in the middle of putting in her shampoo when Hitomi started scampering over, nearly bumping right into Clara in the process. Kimmy raised her eyebrows and smiled with amusement as the cute Japanese maid bounced her way over, flashing Kimmy a friendly grin as she came up under her showerhead, sliding right into hugging distance. Before Kimmy could even open her mouth and get a word out, the short Asian promptly took charge, excitedly saying "Hey, Kimmy! I was wondering when we'd get to work together! I was starting to think it'd be the end of the week, or something. I'm glad we finally have a chance to get to know each other, a little better!"
Kimmy opened her mouth to say something, but then just closed it, uncontrollably smiling even wider. Hitomi barely gave her a moment before she was happily asking "Sleep well?" Kimmy just beamed from ear to ear. Subtly raising an eyebrow, she started looking Hitomi up and down. Besides her clean-up duty during that first jerk-off break, Kimmy hadn't really had much of an opportunity to really look at Hitomi, and what better time to get an eyeful than during a group shower? With a slow, bubbly "Umm," Kimmy started rinsing out her hair, Raising her eyebrows high, she looked up at Hitomi, trying not to giggle as she added "Yeah, actually, I slept really, really great. I even woke up a little early, if you can believe it. How about you?"
Hitomi flashed her another grin. Without missing a beat, she answered "I slept great!" Kimmy just kept right on smiling. She had never really noticed before, but something was suddenly starting to tell her that maybe, just maybe, Hitomi might've been just a wee bit of a chatterbox. She had always seemed like a nice girl, although Berri might've been a bad influence on her. Still, Kimmy had never really noticed this sort of energy in her, before. Good thing the maids weren't served coffee in the morning, Kimmy inwardly joked - Hitomi already had enough pep for the both of them. Well, look on the bright side, Kimmy: if nothing else, this meant she could rely on Hitomi to guide the conversation and keep the mood light, during the day.
For the first time since she had taken on her new maid position, Kimmy was finally working with somebody who wasn't taller than her, let alone towered over her with the help of high heels. Hitomi was about the same height as she was, and with a pretty similar build, on top of that - like Kimmy, her figure was fairly pear-shaped, something Kimmy had initially noticed pretty much as soon as she had stepped into House Venus for the first time. Besides herself, Hitomi was the only other maid in House Venus who didn't have particularly noticeable breasts, bearing plump buds just a bit bigger than the tender, puffy little mounds Kimmy had already swelled out.
Kimmy had to wonder why Hitomi would be the only one not to take Harret up on some free implants, but she didn't imagine something like that would make for polite shower chitchat between strangers. Still, without filling out the upper half of her figure, without taking that extra step in her feminization by getting some boobs, Hitomi was left looking just as trappy as Kimmy did. Generally speaking, Hitomi was a somewhat skinny little thing, not unlike Kimmy, herself. The cutie had a clear complexion and soft, androgynous facial features, but some obvious work had already gone into making her look more effeminate, further enhanced by the naughty little vitamins supplied at House Venus.
Her hair was straight and naturally black, and like Kimmy's, it hung down around her neck to her shoulders. Unlike Kimmy, however, who liked to style her bangs into something cute when she threw her hair up in pigtails, Hitomi always left her hair down and didn't bother with her bangs, letting them drape across her forehead down to a uniform line, cut straight across at the eyebrows. Her eyes, a lovely light brown, were a bit almond-shaped, curtained with plentiful eyelashes. Her eyebrows were a bit thin, and her just slightly thin lips were a little bit pouty, striking a nice mix of cute and kissable. With a nice, pink lip gloss, they'd be irresistible.
Her nipples were already poking out over her tanned areolae, and that lean waist of her's curved back out to rounded hips, leading down to reasonably plump thighs and slender legs. Kimmy couldn't see it, but she had already spied before that Hitomi had a surprisingly swollen derriere, no doubt cushiony enough to rival her own, even. In true defiance of the stereotype that Asian girls were generally pretty lean in the curves department, Hitomi had a big ol' rear just ripe for plunder, the sort of plump, rounded apple bottom that'd give a nice ripple after one good spank. Of course, Hitomi was still hard as a rock after the morning pump session with the Auto-Blow, so her waxed, circumcised baton was still shooting right up towards Kimmy at an angle, her seven and a half inches flushed dark with need. That tight little beanbag of her's was pretty cute, too...
All in all, Hitomi fit right in alongside all the ladyboys and newhalfs Kimmy had spent years drooling over in her bedroom sanctuary, but for once, she didn't find herself feeling too anxious over fantasy meeting reality. With a big, chipper smile, Hitomi gave a playful wince, then asked "Hey, do you think I could use your body wash, maybe? I didn't have time to use mine." Kimmy tried not to chuckle as she nodded sideways to her bottle, remarking "Yeah, go right ahead, I don't mind." Hitomi grinned. She stepped in even closer, getting right into Kimmy's personal space, getting so close their breaths and hard-ons were nearly hitting each other.
As she grabbed the bottle from a shelf in Kimmy's little shower rack, she briefly ran her other hand through her hair, threw her bangs back, looked Kimmy in the eyes, and earnestly asked "So, do you play any games?" For a moment, Kimmy looked a little perplexed. Did she mean, like...Shower games? Like, rubbing down her partner for the day, or something? Because, she was only on her fourth day, but she supposed she had rubbed Shelly down, not to mention gotten a rubdown, herself, from Aisha, but she wouldn't exactly consider that a game...
After a couple seconds, Hitomi raised her eyebrows and clarified, still smiling as she cheerily explained "What? You know, video games! Do you play any?" Kimmy's expression opened up as realization dawned on her. Oh, of course that's what she had meant. Jeez, how had Kimmy screwed that one up? You know, before coming to House Venus, she probably would've figured that one out in a snap, but the constant sex games involved with being one of Harret's maids must've been clouding her judgement, or something. She gave an amused smile, blurting out "Oh, right, yeah, that's what you meant. Yeah, actually, I'm a pretty big gamer. I've been playing most of my life."
Hitomi instantly lit up like a Christmas tree. Kimmy had barely finished her sentence before Hitomi was practically squealing. Grinning, eyes widening a bit, she asked "Oh, yeah? Fantastic! Finally, someone here who actually plays games!" Hitomi's grin took a smirking slant as she glanced over her shoulder, pointed a thumb at one miss Berri, and intentionally spoke over the light din of chatter in the showers, making herself overtly audible as she remarked "Berri plays, too, but she hides it like a baby. I think she's scared of looking like a nerd, or something. I guess she has a point. She already looks like a slutty, punky goth. Throwing nerdy on top of that would make it hard to drag guys into bathrooms."
Shelly puckered her lips up and rumbled out some hoots. Kimmy couldn't help but smile from ear to ear, and when she looked past Hitomi, she spotted Courtney grinning to herself. Nearly tit-to-tit with Berri under her showerhead, she turned her face up towards the stream as she stifled a chuckle, hands raised to sweep her hair back in a platinum, matted waterfall. Berri raised an eyebrow and scowled, eyes locked up on Courtney's grin for a second before she looked across the shower room, eyeing her friend up for retaliation. Raising her voice over the soft din of chatter, Berri dryly remarked back "I don't play your geeky video games, Shogun of the Rising Sun, I don't know what you're talking about! Video games aren't for real grown-ups!"
Hitomi immediately pulled a wry, grinning face, but before she could remark back and escalate the banter, Kimmy cut in and nipped the fight in the bud, interjecting "Uh, I play all kinds of games, really. I'm kinda behind the times, you know, since money was tight, but I still follow video game news on podcasts." Raising her eyebrows, she smiled and added "You can tell me all about what you're playing, right now, while we're working. 'Kay?" Hitomi gave a cheery smile, all too ready to agree. Kimmy's eyes shifted to the side when she spotted Beverly look over her shoulder, glancing back at her with a smile. Evidently, the Head Maid approved of her initiative to keep the peace.
A warm feeling filled Kimmy's tummy before she focused back on her shower buddy, making the friendly gesture of offering to condition Hitomi's hair, for her. Things quieted down after that, and once the maids had finished up their skin cream and tooth brushing morning rituals, they were towelling down, getting dressed, and making for the canteen. That morning's breakfast put a smile on Kimmy's face. There were the usual nutritious portions, including some fruit salad alongside some oatmeal, as well as one half of a bagel covered over in chunky peanut butter. To go with that, however, they also had a hot, fluffy croissant, liberally slathered across the top with freshly melted chocolate, partnered with a cinnamon-raisin cookie. No wonder Kimmy had smelled the sugary scents of baking, earlier on!
The addition of a couple sweets in their breakfast inevitably earned some excitement from the other maids, a couple of whom devoured their croissants before so much as touching anything else on their tray. Kimmy, sitting at one end of the table with Aisha to her right and Clara across from her, looked over during a lull in the table chatter, giving Hitomi a glance. The cutie was sitting more towards the center of the group, sandwiched between Beverly and Berri, a smile perennially on her face as she tucked in. As she took a sip of her morning fruit smoothie, Kimmy asked "So, Hitomi, what games do you play, anyway? Do you have a favourite studio, or something?"
Kimmy could see Clara roll her eyes in her peripheral vision, but the busty redhead didn't otherwise interject. Hitomi looked over, and as she put her smoothie down, she cheerily answered "Oh, all kinds. I mostly like fantasy RPGs, though." Raising an eyebrow, she briefly made a face, then remarked "As long as it isn't cars, sports, singing, or dancing, I'm open to it, to be honest. I've been playing Diablo 3 pretty obsessively over the last few months, though." Her smile lit up, a little, as she asked "Do you play? The game has definite problems, but it's not bad, really. We could play during break week!"
Kimmy smirked a little, raised an eyebrow, and somewhat ruefully remarked "Uh, well. I played it on console, for a while." Furrowing her brow, she added "Then I realized Blizzard popped out the last-gen ports as quick, soulless cash-grabs, and I was basically playing a neutered version of the game, doomed to never, ever get any kind of studio support. It's a coaster, now." Hitomi groaned, glanced skyward, and blurted out "Urgh, don't even get me started on that. They really screwed over the community, with that. And they wonder where they went wrong." Berri started to wince until her eyes shut. Giving a wide, pouty smile, she croaked "You guys are dooorks!"
Kimmy gave a harsh wave across the table, flicking her hand at Berri out of frustration. Smiling, she remarked "Oh, hush up, you're probably Paragon five hundred, or something." Hitomi gave a laugh, but Berri just looked indignantly confused. Narrowing an eye, she mumbled "The hell is that?" Beverly suddenly raised her eyebrows. Furrowing her brow, she muttered a cuss under her breath, then started to get up from the table. Courtney smiled, not even tossing a glance at Beverly as she asked "Forgetting something?" "Yes, Court, I just remembered. I'm on it," Beverly readily answered in a sing-song lilt, thick blonde hair swinging as she hastily hurried off. Kimmy watched her go with curiosity, but hardly a minute even passed before Bev was returning to the canteen, black velvet bag in hand.
With a big smile, she came back on over, set the bag down by her tray, sat back down with a sigh, and resumed eating without any explanation to the others, as if nothing had even happened. Kimmy's eyes locked on the mysterious bag of secrets, just sitting there with who knew what kind of goodies stashed inside. She waited for somebody else to ask what was up, but when nobody did, she eventually stepped up to the plate, herself. Giving the bag a quick little point with her chin, Kimmy asked "Well, what's in the bag, Bev?" Smiles started to crop up on the faces lining either side of the table. Beverly gave Kimmy a quick look. A coy little smile on her face, she simply cooed "You'll see, hee-hee!"
Oh. Something naughty, in that case. Kimmy smiled to herself, turning her gaze back down to her tray. Once the meal had finished up, the maids all stood up from the table, each trying to keep their drug-induced tents from bopping up into the edge of the table in the process. Kimmy didn't really think much of it, anymore. After four days of every meal turning her hornier than a nympho newlywed, she felt like she was finally getting used to it, at least a little. The way it got her face flushing, the way she couldn't help but heat up inside, the way the tingle in her belly spread up to her sensitive buds, tickling her nipples with the smooth silk of her uniform...The way the tingle flowed down to her crotch, turning her all kinds of tense...The way she went glassy-eyed, the way she breathed hard at the fantasies uncontrollably flooding her mind...
Her skin just felt so warm, from head to toe. If it weren't for the thin, breezy material of her uniform, she very well might've started sweating, but as it was, she felt just right...Better than right, even. Her uniform still made her feel as sexy as the first time she had pulled it on: the high-heeled slippers, the snowy nylons with the bows, the lace cuffs, the tiny black dress with the white apron...Just thinking about it, let alone feeling it, was enough to get her horny. Throw in the aphrodisiacs, and she was feeling good. She was hard as a rock, her undercarriage was giving little tingles at the rampant slop production, her backdoor was giving rhythmic little flexes in a subconscious attempt to milk her naughty little bump, and that telltale tightness was starting to trouble her taint, once again. She needed to fucking cum, and she was starting to love it.
Beverly, face flushed red, forehead a bit shimmery with a thin sheen of perspiration, plump, crimson lipstick-covered lips spread into a smile, let her black velvet bag dangle from one wrist, holding the other arm towards the canteen exit. As warm and bubbly as ever, big sis Bev instructed "Okay, girls! Step outside, form a line, and whip 'em out, please!" She gave a giggle, and Kimmy only found herself smiling, eagerly swallowing some saliva. She had no clue what was coming, but whatever it was, it'd probably be pretty fun, really. Endurance Day didn't seem so bad, honestly. Nothing had thrown her for a loop, yet. It had only started, yes, but she had already been through worse and come out better for it.
Kimmy fell in with the procession as Beverly took the head of the conga line, guiding the many bulging maids along like a shemale Pied Piper, leading their wildly tenting hard-ons out into the corridor. Beverly separated from the rest and held her hips as she put her back to the wall, watching the lot of them form up into a wide row in front of the canteen door, each turned to face her. With a couple dainty flicks of her wrist, Beverly had the little velvet bag easing open, and after a quick fishing inside, she was nonchalantly pulling out and holding up a funny little ring, pinched between her finger and thumb. Kimmy briefly lost her smile when she saw it, but then she was smiling even wider, trying not to wince out of excitement.
She gave a tug at the collar of her uniform, dropped her chin, and started giving Beverly a bit of a demure look, an amused, embarrassed "Is that what I think it is?" broadcasted loud and clear. To her left, Hitomi held her hips and smiled, hard-on still proudly jutting up from her lap, lifting up the front of her skirt. Down the row, Kimmy could hear Clara give a little chuckle. In all likelihood, she thought Beverly's dramatic presentation was amusing. For the lot of them, this was old hat, but for Kimmy, each day still held new surprises, and Beverly had obviously been having some fun with it right from the start. In a way, though, Kimmy liked that Beverly had been making an attempt to give her some orientation time...Eh heh, maybe in more ways than one, she considered.
Beverly briefly smiled even wider as she ran her eyes from one end of the row to the other. Shifting her weight to one foot, she cocked out a hip, dropped her free hand to hold it, and raised an eyebrow right as her eyes landed on Kimmy, looking so adorably bashful at the far left end of the row. "Now," Beverly asked, "Can somebody tell me what this is?" With Bev's eyes squarely on her, Kimmy naturally felt like the question was specifically directed at her, and she didn't hesitate to speak up. With a quick clearing of her throat, she perked up and casually suggested "Um...That looks like a cock ring to me, Bev."
Beverly gave a quick grin. She raised her eyebrows as she gave a brief nod, answering "Exactly, it's a vibrating cock ring! Today, we're all gonna wear one!" Kimmy broke into a big, sheepish smile, giving a breathless huff of a chuckle. Oh, boy. Vibrating cock rings, huh? Well, it could've been worse. She could've had to combine the cock ring with a big, vibrating butt-plug, too - she probably would've gone numb in the pelvis and wound up soaking her panties, during the day. She kept eyeing the ring Beverly was holding up, noting as much as she could about it. Best she got familiar early on with the thing slated to be her thing's new best friend, especially if they'd be hanging out all day long, jookin' and jivin' in her silky pink panties. If she's going to chaperone this couple, she needs to know the two boys will get along.
It was colourless, just a bit thicker and wider than a typical ring for somebody's finger. Tiny little metal balls lined the interior of the ring, and just overtop, there was an itty-bitty switch, right over a tiny chip of a battery. It was a pretty simple thing, to be sure, and certainly lacked the hyper-feminine touch that Kimmy would've expected. The thing wasn't even pink! Kind of a letdown, to be honest...Beverly gave a wink, all the same. With a deft flick of her wrist, she tossed the ring up in the air, then slapped her hand out and deftly snatched it out of the air as it fell. "But," she teased, "not just yet. First, we need to check our stamina levels, so we're gonna play a quick game before we start our chores. Sound good, everyone?"
Kimmy glanced over to Hitomi, hoping for some kind of a hint. Hitomi glanced back and smiled, but didn't say anything to interrupt Beverly's speech. Kimmy looked back at the Head Maid as she slipped the ring back into her velvet bag, and in exchange, pulled out a little tube of lube. With a grin, Beverly held the tube up and gave it a little wiggle between her finger and thumb, announcing "We're all gonna use a little lube, grease ourselves up, and pump right to the edge, okay? Today, we're all gonna test our limits and see how long it takes each of us to come near the end. We're all sensual maids, sensual girls, and that means having the sexual appetite to utterly satisfy our men, each and every time we fool around. Let's see who's in the most danger of spurting her salty cummies too quickly, shall we?"
A quick tremble flitted down Kimmy's spine from the dirty talk, rushing down clear to her rump, prompting it to give a flex. As Head Maid, Beverly naturally took the initiative. Flipping up the front of her lace-trimmed miniskirt, she pulled her black bikini bottom to the side and let her bulging meat come flopping free, her reddish, veiny fuckstick sticking right out from her lap in a thick lance of lust. With a grin and a finger-spin, she had everyone else doing the same. Kimmy didn't hesitate, but she did move a little slowly, at first. Lifting up the front of her skirt, she idly touched the front of her underwear as she looked over, watching Hitomi nonchalantly lift her own skirt and pull her bright orange panties down around her thighs, letting her shiny-tipped manhood sproing out.
Kimmy had to admit, she was intrigued by the prospect of a group game. What was this supposed to be like, the usual jerk-off break but without the cumming? She casually hooked her fingernails past the side of her panties and shifted the basin to the side, letting her naughty bits come poking out. Her eyes shifted down to Beverly's lap, locking for a moment. Just seeing her, again, was enough to make the femboy gulp. When Beverly started moving, Kimmy quickly looked back up, subtly nibbling on the inside of her bottom lip. Although Beverly was headed straight for her, her eyes were on everyone else as she said "Hold out your hands, girls, let's make this quick. We have lots of work to do before our afternoon playtime." Kimmy looked a little uncertain as Beverly came up to her. As she obediently held out her right hand, palm up to the ceiling, she uncertainly repeated "P...Playtime?"
Hitomi looked over with a little grin, also offering out her right hand. Beverly gave Kimmy a wink as she popped off the cap of the lube tube with one quick shift of her thumb. Bringing the tube over Kimmy's palm, she squirted out just a dollop of a thick, syrupy, colourless sap, reassuringly murmuring "Don't worry, Kimmy. You'll have a blast, trust me." Kimmy still looked a little uncertain, but she gave a little nod, all the same. Beverly stepped to the side, gave Hitomi some lube, and then proceeded down the row, administering a little bit of masturbation aid to every one of her girls. With each big-titted maid standing with their blushing hard-ons exposed to the air, they couldn't help but proudly show off to their Head Maid as she passed by, brandishing their blades, displaying their obvious need for a polishing.
Once Beverly had given the last maid some lube, she walked back over in front of the group, faced them, and made a show of giving herself some lube, as well. Eyebrow subtly arched, those smouldering, vivid blue eyes of her's half-closed, succulent red lips barely curved into a little smile, she looked down and watched as she upturned the lube bottle over her left hand, squirting a goodly dollop of cock-grease into her palm, playfully swirling the flow around as it squirted free, making a nice, spiralling lump. Kimmy couldn't help but start breathing huskily, eyes glazing as she watched, cock thrumming in anticipation. Just the sight of Beverly getting some lube in her hand was erotic enough to make Kimmy's heart thump. Good God, why did her boss need to be such a tease?!
Kimmy's eyes started to widen. Hang on, a sec...Beverly was taking part in the game, too. With her standing in front of them all...Oh, God, she'd really get to watch Beverly crank it! Hell, they were all watching her, weren't they? They were...They were kinda using her for fapping material, weren't they? Kimmy might've felt self-conscious about her panting, if she weren't already so out of it to pay attention. Beverly slipped the lube bottle back into her velvet bag, then gave a little grin, started easing her hand down to her massive dong, and cooed "Alright, girls. Get started! Do just like me, now: start with some slow strokes, all the way from the root to the tip. Work the lube in, just massage your prick with some long, firm rubs. Don't squeeze too tight, now. Be nice to your cock. Just get it nice and slippery."
Kimmy found it difficult to keep her eyes from flickering shut. This was even better than she had expected. Was Beverly going to tell them all how to jerk off? Would she stand there and demonstrate how the girls should get themselves off, right there in the hallway? Oh God, oh God, oh God. Yes, please! Adrenaline was already starting to make the trappy maid tremble, but her eagerness nonetheless made her motions smooth. She brought her hand down and wrapped her fist around her shaft, eyelids flickering at the sensation. It had been so long since she had rubbed one out with lube, and ooh, this stuff felt pretty good...So goopy, so easy to spread, and the way it seemed to warm up, all on it's own...Mmm...
Kimmy gave a throaty groan, briefly closing her eyes. Without even a shred of hesitation, she was working her hand back and forth, corkscrewing her fist back and forth across her raging red rocket, steadily pumping across the full, if short, length of her prick, working the lube into every nook and cranny. Kimmy's eyes darted off to their corners, watching as Hitomi brought her own hand down. The cute ladyboy bit her lip and sighed as she started pumping, polishing her knob just like Beverly wanted her to, slowly spreading the shine of her lube from one end of her length to the other. She didn't waste a drop, spreading her goopy helper to every inch of her skin. In seconds, Kimmy's ears were filled with that charming, distinctly slippery sound of six other maids working it without shame, sighing at the sensation, grunting out of need.
Kimmy wanted to close her eyes, maybe even hang her head, but watching Beverly was better than any fantasy she could close her eyes and envision. Too out of it to feel self-conscious, feeling safe in the idea that Beverly was meant to be the target of their collective tug party, Kimmy openly stared at her, watching her with heavy-lidded eyes. The tiny little triangles of her bikini top were practically just for decoration over those giant, fake tits...Jesus, Kimmy could almost see the bumps of her nipples, pushing through the thin material like a couple of cherries. By all that was holy, if she could just nuzzle her face into that cleavage, she'd stick around for so long that Beverly would have to start charging her rent.
As amazing as that rack was, however, there was something a bit more pressing for Kimmy to fixate on...Namely, the drool-inducing sight of Beverly dropping her hand and joining in, gently sliding her left hand to and fro across that veiny slab of meat, delicately working that glossy finish across her panty-packing monster. When Beverly started touching herself, she didn't even react to the stimulation. Unlike the others, she just kept right on smiling, eyes slowly roaming across the row stretched before her, zigzagging between each maid's face and pride. For her, the game was obviously just a casual exercise. With a calm nonchalance, Bev instructed "That's right, just like me, girls. Long, slow strokes, just to get a little warmed up..."
Kimmy let her mouth hang open, a little, as she tried to keep her breathing steady. When Beverly's eyes finally reached the end of the row and found Kimmy's, she lingered, for some reason. Kimmy unabashedly met her eyes, subtly synchronizing her hand motions with the Head Maid's, playing with herself to the same beat. It wasn't perfect, of course, considering Beverly's strokes needed to be twice as long, but Kimmy did her best to compromise by slowing down. After a moment or two of looking at each other, Beverly's smile grew wider. Kimmy dropped her eyes out of embarrassment, staring straight at Beverly's chest instead of meeting her eyes. In seconds, her face was burning up, but she found it in herself to meet Beverly's eyes just before she looked away to check on the others. The resurgence in her confidence made Beverly grin.
Maybe Kimmy didn't realize it, Beverly mused, but she was pretty much the only one more interested in somebody else than her own fantasies. Beverly raised her eyebrows, gave a quick little giggle as she looked up the other end of the row, and teased "Oh, dear. Look at you all. Each of you, you're some of the sexiest ladies I've ever met. Watching you all's gonna make it hard for me to hold on!" Berri started to give a half-smile. In a babyish coo, an obvious mockery of the coo Beverly sometimes adopted against her, Berri remarked back "Ya meeean it?" Beverly turned her eyes to Berri and smiled from ear to ear, but otherwise didn't respond. Berri gave her a big, shit-eating grin, but still, Beverly refused to take the bait. Instead, she turned her eyes down the other end of the row, cheerily asking "Everyone's lube feeling nice and warm, now? Is everyone nice and greased?"
There were a couple grunts of agreement, but Courtney spoke up over the schlicking of everyone's efforts, voice just a little tense as she answered "I'm ready, dear." Shelly gave a grin and chimed in an eager "Let's do this!" Beverly gave another open-mouth smile. She started rocking her wrist faster, ramping up her speed twofold, escalating the wet sounds of her lube. With a warm, friendly swing in her voice, she instructed "Okay, girls! Go ahead and speed up, a bit. Squeeze just a little bit harder, start working it a bit more thoroughly. Keep stroking the whole thing, though! Don't cheap out and focus on the tip, now!"
Kimmy didn't hesitate to take direction. She tightened her fist a little and pumped her arm a bit faster, letting her eyes briefly close as she restrained a groan into a throaty sigh. When she opened her eyes again, she found Beverly tilting her head to the side a little, lightly raising her eyebrows with an almost motherly smile on her face. Slowly looking back and forth across her team of maids, she lifted her free hand up to her chest, cupped a breast, and suggested "If you want, you can play with a boob, maybe even tweak a nipple, a little. Give it a massage, if you'd like. Whatever makes you feel sexy."
She led by example, much to Kimmy's panting delight. Looking down at herself, Beverly gently closed the tips of her index finger and thumb against the pebble poking through the material of her bikini top, making a show of giving it a few twists through the silky fabric, complete with a tiny little pinch and pull. Looking back up at everyone, her smile widened as she spaced her feet apart to shoulder-width, then dropped her free hand down under the other. Still pumping away, she held her head back up straight, gave a quick flick to the side to throw some hair back over her shoulder, and started openly cupping her own full, heavy balls, gently rolling them about across her fingers. "Or," she casually added, "if you think you can handle it, you can even play with your balls, a little. Whatever you want. They're probably pretty tense, huh? Mine are."
Kimmy could recognize Shelly's needy groan, and Hitomi, next to her, gave a quiet moan. The wet sounds filling the hallway rapidly escalated, accompanied by the heavy breathing of a pack of horny maids enjoying themselves. Kimmy closed her eyes, again, and let out a little warble. Oh, God...Just a bunch of shemales, all testing their endurance, together. Still no fraternization, right? No, nothing wrong with this! This was all cool, all kosher! Hey, they're just testing their stamina - it's no different from making out with your best friend for kissing practice, right? You just want to make sure you're good at it when you find someone else to do it with, right? Right! Hell, this wasn't even gay, they weren't even looking at each other! Beverly was just concerned about how well they could all hold out, in bed! She was just looking out for them, that's all!
Kimmy's eyelids flickered as she struggled to keep her eyes from rolling back. The only way this could've been any better is if they got in a handjob daisy chain, jerking each other off until they each whimpered to signal for an edging...Or, if Beverly sidled on over and started whispering the jerk-off instructions into her ear. That'd have her popping in no time. Kimmy kept mimicking Beverly, staring at the bodacious blonde's crotch as she dropped her free hand to her tight beanbag, delicately stroking her swollen reactors as she pumped away. Hitomi, meanwhile, bit a lip as she reached back, groping one of her own cheeks before giving herself a spank. When the spank wasn't firm enough to her liking, she tried again, making a little slap echo down the hallway. The sensation made her give a quiet, grumbling sigh.
Clara pulled down the front of her corset and began idly fondling a hefty breast, gently massaging across the swell of her globe up to her nipple. Shelly shamelessly hung her head back and moaned, eyes closed and mouth hanging open as the Aussie put both hands to work, one cupping her balls while the other relentlessly churned her own butter. Berri watched Beverly work it out of the corner of her eyes, one hand to her hip as she pumped away, plump balls gently swaying to and fro in the little gap between her thighs. Aisha gently slid her free hand up and down her thigh a couple times, eyes locked on Beverly's chest as she pleasured herself, watching the way Beverly's shaking arm couldn't help but gently jiggle her left breast.
Courtney briefly closed her eyes as she vigorously slid her fist in the long, milking strokes, lips briefly pursing as she hummed a hungry "Mm..." Beverly smiled, lightly arching an eyebrow, letting her eyes roam back and forth across the row of contestants in her little wank contest. In another tender coo, Bubbly Beverly instructed "Now, don't forget: no cumming, girls. Save it for this afternoon. Let's just see where we all fall on the stamina spectrum, 'kay? When you need to stop, just let me know. Throttle back before you go over the edge." Smiling wider, she raised an eyebrow higher, then added "Now, let's slow down, a little...Just tease it, a little. Don't stroke the tip, anymore: just stroke the shaft, from your balls to just up under the crown. Work it really hard, okay?"
She demonstrated for everyone to see, shortening her strokes until her fingers weren't passing the threshold of her helmet, anymore. In seconds, the bulbous, pre-shining head of her cock was going even more crimson, already getting worked into a lather at the neglect. Kimmy gave a groan to the affirmative, as did Hitomi and Clara. Kimmy had to close her eyes, for a few seconds, as she followed the order. She had already started to pant, and this new stimulation didn't help matters. Neglecting her tip in her strokes made for a whole other type of pleasure, a less sharp yet still gratifying form of self-indulgence, and it wasn't long before Kimmy was helplessly speeding back up again, furiously beating her meat until her balls were swaying to and fro.
"Now, now, Kimmy...Don't break ahead," Beverly cooed. "Slow back down, you're gonna finish too quickly..."
Kimmy opened her eyes, looking over to find the Head Maid giving her a sweet little smile. Kimmy's glistening face burned to a fresh intensity as she gave a needy moan, but all the same, she submissively acquiesced, slowing back down to the Aryan's own pace. A tiny dribble of warm sap immediately flowed down the underside of Kimmy's tip, the pre-cum almost seeming to make the lube tingle. Beverly smiled wider at the obedience, cooing out "Good girl. Don't worry, just enjoy the ride. Like I said, your next big hurdle is patience. Today will help you." Kimmy gave an eager nod. Yes, teach her, teach her patience, teach her how to hold out, do whatever you want to her! Punish her if she does it wrong! Make her learn how to do it right!
Beverly let the hall echo with the sounds of fists firmly clapping into crotches for a minute or two, keeping everyone on that road of almost-stimulation, almost-pleasure, until urgent groans of need started to crop up. Finally, at long last, Beverly grinned and started to vigorously pump across the further half of her broad prick, not only resuming the attention to her tip, but making it come twice as fast, as well. In another caring coo, big sis Bev instructed "Okay, girls, let's wrap it up! Start pumping the tip, go nice and fast, now! Just keep stroking it until you need to stop! Let's hear those cute moans, now! Let everyone hear how much you like jerking off!"
Kimmy started pulling her cock as fast as she could, exhaling a steamy moan as she hung her head down, closing her eyes. Already, she was tensing up, but she thought she might've been able to hold it off...That was, until she heard everyone else start moaning, too. Hitomi started giving high-pitched cries, Aisha started giving husky groans, Berri started panting...Courtney gave an audible shudder and a hiss, Shelly gave a couple harsh groans before grunting "Pump it, slut!"...Clara started groaning on every exhale, and even Beverly started joining in, nibbling her lip before giving some steamy, high-pitched warbles. Kimmy watched Beverly briefly close her eyes, still nibbling on her lip as she tilted her head to the side, still playing with her own balls as she beat herself off...She...
Kimmy's eyes started to twitch back into her skull. God, she wanted to cum. She wanted to cum! Just let her fucking cum!
She almost went over the edge. A speck of willpower staged a coup against her libido and prevented her from breaking the rules. Just a couple pumps away from coaxing slop to hose up her prick, she slid her hand right off of herself during an upstroke, then desperately grabbed her hips to occupy her hands and groaned out a tense "Aw, God...I'm done, I almost came..." At first, Kimmy didn't even think about how she had lost the game. She might've had the least endurance out of the lot of them, but for some reason, that didn't really embarrass her, anymore. When she had lost that first jerk-off break on Monday, it had been a bit embarrassing, but now, it didn't seem like such a big deal that she couldn't hold out as well as, say, someone like Shelly.
Furthermore, when the sound of her finishing seemed to excite the others, Kimmy went red-faced more out of flattery than shame. Mere seconds after Kimmy had announced her finish, Hitomi gave a needy whimper and stopped stroking, gripping her prick tight around the base, as if to cut off the flow of spunk. Similarly, Berri and Courtney both gave harsh moans, calling out their lust.
In a soft murmur, Hitomi mumbled "Hah...I'm done..."
"Same here," Berri chimed in, sighing.
"I have to stop, I was too close," Courtney quietly added.
Kimmy watched as Beverly's face started to flush a light shade of red. She closed her eyes, mouth hanging open until those big, pouty, crimson lips of her's were spread in a nice "o," something that had Kimmy's skin veritably itching. She had to clench her hands to keep herself from grabbing her cock again, especially when Beverly's face tightened up in a little wince. A moment later, she slid her hand off of her cock like Kimmy had, gliding her fist off on an upstroke, leaving her poor pecker to thrum and twitch in the air. Breathing a little hard through her opened mouth, she rested for a couple seconds, then started to smile as she announced "Ooh...I'm done, too. Mm. That was really nice."
Just a couple seconds later, Shelly was giving a tense groan, reluctantly unhanding her meaty cock. Looking down at her own blushing manhood, throbbing and thrumming away, she panted for air as she grabbed herself by the base of her prick with her finger and thumb, vigorously waving her dipstick up and down. Idly, she remarked "God, I could use a tight little ass to slide into, right about now..." With a grin, she looked left and right on either side of her, then joked "Any volunteers?" Hitomi and Berri both chuckled, but they were both drowned out when Clara abruptly blurted out "God damn it, it's about time I won one of these things!" Kimmy was about to chuckle when she noticed the look on Beverly's face. Beverly briefly knitted her brow before relaxing, lips briefly puckering as she observed Clara finish up.
She didn't exactly look amused. She waited a moment, perhaps waiting to see if Clara's remark would snowball into anything further, but eventually she put on another smile, raised her eyebrows, and stuck a lube-slathered hand into the black velvet bag still hanging off of her right elbow. "Good job, girls," she giddily encouraged, pulling out a vibrating cock ring. Kimmy's glazed eyes were locked in an unblinking stare, and when Beverly brought that colourless ring down to her thrumming prick, Kimmy started sweating bullets. Beverly looked down through her cleavage, lips puckering up as she gave a quiet little sigh, sliding the tight ring down her thick pucker-popper all the way to the base, the lube greasing the way for the tight fit until it got all the way down to the end of her root.
Seeing that snug ring on her cock...Oh, God, Kimmy would've done anything, she was ready for anything. She would've dropped to her knees and sucked Beverly off, if she told her to. Right then and there, right in front of everyone, without even wiping off the lube. She was so fucking horny, she'd do it. The tightness of the ring made Beverly's veins bulge out a little bit more, and slowly, the colour of her helmet flushed to a deeper shade. When Beverly pressed the button on the ring, she briefly closed her eyes, her whole body giving a visible quiver. Her long prick just barely noticeably shaking from the vibrations, Beverly smiled and started walking over to the far end of the row from Kimmy, leaving the lust-addled femboy dead last. Oh, cruel fate!
"Now, everyone stay still. I'll give each of you a cock ring, and we'll all keep them on until we go in for our show, after lunch. I don't want you wiping off the lube, either - leave it on, keep yourselves slippery. Just pull your panties up over it and make a nice, big tent for me, let the lube soak into the fabric until you go soft, again. We're all probably going to be pretty hard for a while, and that's perfect for Endurance Day! Can we exercise the self-restraint, the willpower, to not cum until it's time? When it is time, can we exercise the self-discipline to keep edging, or can we at least keep cumming over and over, again? Do we have the stamina to hold out and make the most of sex?" Beverly gave a bubbly giggle. "We'll have to wait for this afternoon to find out, I guess," she teased.
Kimmy watched as Beverly neared the end of the row. She slid a ring onto Hitomi, then turned it on for her, smiling down at the short Asian maid all the while. Hitomi closed her eyes, steamily exhaling something in Japanese before casually pulling her panties back up, shamelessly letting her tip jut right out against the crotch of her underwear, sticking out a nice, big, lewd bulge under her maid uniform. Kimmy looked up into the Aryan's blue eyes as she came in front of her, offering her a breathless smile as she awaited her turn, cock still spearing out from her lap. Beverly gave her a quick little grin, already pulling out the last cock ring as she cooed "You did really good, Kimmy! Lasted all the way to the final part of the game - I'm proud of you, hon. Consider this a sneak preview of tomorrow...Thursday's Blue Balls Day, after all."
When Kimmy's face went cherry red, Beverly tittered. Bringing the ring down to Kimmy's tip, she murmured "You'll be fine, trust me. I can't wait to see how long you last in the Training Chair, later." Kimmy's belly fluttered with butterflies. "Training Chair?" That was vague and yet appropriately unnerving. The hell was the Training Chair, for crying out loud?! The thought was wiped from Kimmy's mind when the firm plastic of the cock ring squeezed over her hot, swollen mushroom of a helmet, pushing back her foreskin, making her groan and flinch, cock impotently flexing. Beverly smiled and gave an airheaded giggle, glancing up to Kimmy's face as she murmured "Feels good, doesn't it? Wait until I turn it on, hon..."
Kimmy looked down, breathing hard all over again as she watched Beverly's soft, slender fingers, capped with long, pink fingernails, ease that tight ring down her barely five-incher, bringing it right to her base. When she pressed the button, Kimmy gave a harsh groan. God, that felt good! The vibration coursed through her entire rod, pinging all of her nerves, delicately stimulating it all the way up to her weepy tip. No doubt she wouldn't be going soft any time soon, not with this little party favour zinging her raging hard-on. After a moment of knee-knocking, sphincter-tightening satisfaction, Kimmy pulled her panties back over to the side, letting the silky pink fabric stretch tight across her little vibrating prick, instantly making the fabric cling to her skin as the lube dampened it.
Ready to usher everyone off to their chores, Beverly idly glanced over at the others, only to find them standing around in a group, a varying range of smiles and grins on their faces as they watched the two of them. Hitomi gave a big grin. Holding her hips, she leaned forward and teased "No fraternization, Bev!" Kimmy idly looked over in curiosity, looking just a little lost. Courtney gave a big smile. With a wink, she pointed one index finger at Beverly and began sweeping the other across it, giving a chastising "Tsk-tsk-tsk." With a big half-grin, Shelly raised an eyebrow, put a fist to a hip, and teased "Hands off, Bev, she's all mine!" Kimmy's jaw hung open, a crack, as her belly tingled. Oh, no...They thought the two of them were flirting again, didn't they?
Beverly smiled, innocently answering "What? I don't get it. It's her first Endurance Day, I'm just trying to ease her into it! You guys are being silly." Kimmy's poor poker face starkly undermined Beverly's nonchalance. Even if Beverly wanted to play it off, even if it hadn't really been flirting to her, Kimmy obviously found the idea titillating. There were still a few things that could humiliate her into red-faced speechlessness, even after a few days of acclimatizing to the constant sex games of House Venus. Travis was one of them, of course. Her maybe, maybe not relationship with Beverly, still just beginning to bud, was another one. Giggles started cropping up from the group at Kimmy's response.
Clara started to pucker up and silently smooch at the two, joining her hands at her knees as she leaned in far. While Kimmy averted her eyes from the group, almost throwing her hands up to shield her face out of embarrassment, Beverly was positively immune to the teasing. She gave a wider smile, glanced skywards, and barely shook her head, face failing to even so much as hint at turning pink. She gave a dismissive "Pfft" at the other maids, then waved for everyone to follow her. As she turned to lead the way to the janitorial closet, she nonchalantly remarked "You're all a bunch of goofs. Come on, now, let's get started on our work..."
And with that, the maids all got the lead out. Another day of fulfilling work, another day of maintaining House Venus, another day of maidhood under Harret, beckoned the lot of them. Doing their best to make up for lost time, they all hurried to collect their cleaning supplies. It certainly made an entertaining sight: a herd of curvaceous maids, each dressed in frilly, skimpy black and white uniforms, each personifying the horny French maid aesthetic in her own way, each sporting a rigid bulge over their laps, hurrying up and down the hallways and staircases of the grand estate, ferrying their supplies to their work zones for the day.
Things got off to a great start, for Kimmy. She was still feeling hot from the morning's hormone supplements and aphrodisiacs, and lugging her vacuum up to the third floor didn't help - the vacuums kept at House Venus were old-fashioned, big and heavy-duty, made primarily out of metal. Carrying a thirty pound hunk of steel, complete with a broad carpet-sucking head, up three long flights of steps to the top floor of the mansion was about as fun as one might expect. On top of that, her panties were now sticking to her lube-slathered crotch in a tight, uncomfortably muggy fit, so that was fun. By the time the two of them got up to Harret's conference halls, Kimmy and Hitomi were both grunting and panting, all over again. Still, they got right down to work, filling the floor with the blaring din of a couple almighty vacuums.
Kimmy had to admit, Hitomi was a pretty entertaining partner. If she could compare Hitomi to an animal, she'd definitely be a hyperactive Chihuahua - big noise in a small package. Her initial impressions had given her suspicions, but now that the two of them were alone together, she could confirm beyond a shadow of a doubt that Hitomi was more than a little blabby. In the end, however, there were two things about the chatty behaviour that prevented Kimmy from really getting annoyed.
For starters, Hitomi rather skilfully straddled the line between cute and obnoxious, and combined with how sexy she was, Kimmy couldn't help but give her some leniency. Secondly, she could tell that Hitomi was legitimately only trying to be friendly. For her, this kind of talkativeness was normal. She was just being herself. Kimmy couldn't really fault her for that...Although, nothing stopped her from wishing Hitomi would stop to catch her breath, for crying out loud.
Even with the vacuums going, Hitomi would try to chat with Kimmy, but most of the talking got done during their periodic little breaks. With the weight of the vacuums and the scale of the multiple conference halls looming before them, the two of them couldn't help but take frequent breathers, and it was during these breaks that Kimmy faced the full brunt of the Hitomi Motormouth. Eventually, something a little more interesting than constant video game talk came up.
"...So I was playing Diablo 3 all last break week, right," Hitomi started off, "sinking even more time into getting the full Akkhan set, running endless Rifts and Bounties...And yeah, I know, right?" She raised her eyebrows, briefly leaned in, gave Kimmy an unimpressed look, and dryly remarked "Big surprise, right? No, I don't main the Wizard. Might as well main D.va in Overwatch, too. Everyone would see it coming. Besides, the Wizard is just a lame Asian rip-off of Diablo 2's Sorceress. No, I play Crusader, even though the Crusader's kind of a rip-off of the Paladin. I like tanking, so a big shield is what I carry around, plus a big friggin' flail to throw in a demon's face. So I was..."
Kimmy just smiled and gave a polite nod, barely raising an eyebrow as she followed along. Even though the two of them had only met just a couple days prior, even though they hadn't really had any real interaction until that point, Hitomi had been treating Kimmy like an old friend ever since she had pranced up to her in the showers, that morning. Kimmy found it really flattering, if she were being honest about it. Even though Hitomi's talkativeness kept Kimmy quiet, she was comfortable in letting Hitomi steer the conversation.
Unlike Berri, Aisha, and Shelly, who had all seemed content to leave personal lives at the door, Hitomi wanted to know all about Kimmy. After a couple years of her only real friend being Travis, it was disarming to have someone so eager to chat with her, and it really reinforced in Kimmy's mind what Harret had once told her: the maids weren't just a team, they were kind of like a little family, too. Hitomi was just excited to meet someone around her age who shared her interests, Kimmy understood that, but she couldn't help thinking that somebody should quietly fill Hitomi in on how this sort of aggressiveness often turned people off out of suspicion. Try too hard to be somebody's friend, after all, and they typically only think you have an ulterior motive.
As Hitomi went on about her escapades in Diablo 3 and the tedious gameplay grind she was putting up with in order to complete her perfect armour set, Kimmy subtly looked her up and down. Yeah, she had to admit...Hitomi may have been more trappy than tranny, but she was still really cute, and in that maid uniform, she was undeniably sexy. Over the years, Kimmy had wondered more than once what it would've been like to have a ladyboy girlfriend...A thought that most frequently came to her whenever she'd drift into the Asian sections of particular websites, of course...But somehow, she had always imagined that they'd be a little more demure than Hitomi. They always seemed kind of quiet, in the videos. Still, chatterbox or no, Hitomi was a sexy little number, to be sure.
Hitomi had offered to do Kimmy's makeup for her after their shower, and now, the two of them sported matching cosmetics: a bit of steel blue eyeshadow, some mascara, just a hint of black eyeliner, and a bit of pink lip gloss, accentuating the natural colour of their lips while giving them an oh-so-kissable shine. Hitomi's uniform really wasn't all that different from Kimmy's, she noticed. She had obviously chosen the less-skimpy variant for her initial uniform, just like Kimmy had. It was the very same sort of short dress, made of the same sort of thin black silk, complete with the same sort of open neckline and white apron down the front.
Like Kimmy's uniform, Hitomi's version only had little white puffs of silk for sleeves, barely enough to cover her shoulders. Just like Kimmy's, the dress didn't reach down particularly far. By stopping just past her groin, the dress only really went down far enough to cover her naughty bits, but a good bend from the Asian cutie would damn quick hike that dress up over her keister, giving anyone behind her a first-class ticket to the Panty Shot Express. Kimmy hadn't bothered bringing it up, but she had already gotten plenty of upskirt flashes from her partner as she had gone around the halls.
Whenever she'd lean over to push her vacuum, Kimmy'd get a nice, good glimpse of her partner's bright orange panties, patterned with little Panda faces and tight enough to ride up between her big cheeks in a permanent wedgie, not to mention show off the round little bulge of her balls, pushing down into the gap between her thighs. The constant show hadn't helped Kimmy's libido any, and just when she thought she'd start relaxing, she'd get a flash of Hitomi's round ass, and then the cock ring would make the fantasies begin all over again. Kimmy had to wonder...Did she flash everyone her panties, whenever she leaned over? Her dress was definitely on the short side, too...Hmm...
All that aside, however, Hitomi's uniform did bear some differences. For starters, Hitomi actually had a maid hairband. Just overtop her head, either end tucked behind her ears, she wore a black felt band proudly lined with a fluffy border of white silk, sticking up over her dark hair for about two ruffled inches. Around her neck, she wore a black silk choker, decorated over the throat with the head of a purple flower. Instead of snowy white nylons, Hitomi wore over-the-knee stockings with thick stripes that alternated between blue and white. None of the differences from Kimmy's own uniform were huge, but given that Hitomi had only been working at House Venus for a few weeks, perhaps she hadn't yet gotten in enough time that she could request more customization.
Kimmy started paying attention, again. Either Hitomi hadn't realized that Kimmy had zoned out, or she didn't care, because she had just kept right on chatting. Raising her eyebrows, she smiled, remarking "...So, the guy duped me, like, fifty-six Flawless Royal Amethysts, so I'm set for headgear gems. Y'know, if you ever got D3 on PC, I could share some with you! I play pretty much all day, every day, during the break week. I've introduced a bunch of people I met online, so now, there's about a dozen of us chatting in Discord."
Hitomi gave a happy sigh. She threw an idle glance down at her vacuum, briefly leaning the long neck of it back and forth. "I've met a lot of cool people over D3," she remarked. Looking back up at Kimmy, she gave a quick glance skyward, then corrected herself, adding "Okay, maybe not D3 specifically, but online games, in general. I mean, besides work, I don't really have much in the way of extracurricular activities, right? I couldn't really get into college, so I don't have many chances to meet people. Games give me a pretty good social life, not that my parents would agree."
Kimmy's ears pricked up. Suddenly paying attention, she gave a blink, raised an eyebrow in curiosity, then chimed in "Wait, you never went to college?" Hitomi just gave a carefree shrug. Still smiling, she remarked "Well, you know how it is. No money. When my cousin and I came over from Japan a couple years ago, we didn't really have much. Definitely not enough for college, not without selling our asses into slavery with student debts. Our families didn't come with us, but they sent us with enough money to find a little apartment, and for the first little while, they sent us enough money for us to get by. Barely. We ate. Not well, but we ate. Whatever."
One corner of Hitomi's smile quirked up higher as she gave another innocent shrug. "Mai was always more of a go-getter than me," she explained, "so she found work pretty easily." She gave a grin. Holding back a chuckle, she briefly tilted her head to the side, gushing "She started being an escort, can you believe that? She gets paid big bucks just to have sex! She works for this super-exclusive label, they only have a few girls on the team, but she fit a niche they wanted. We stopped seeing a lot of each other, but the money she raked in was unbelievable. I guess there was a market for oppai boys out here, after all."
Hitomi gave a wink and a grin. "She's taken care of me, since then. I'll always be indebted to her, for that. In just a couple weeks, our families didn't even need to send money, anymore. We were living pretty well, you know? Bought a new place, started eating better, got a good gaming PC, started building up my collection of physical copies and digital downloads...But, it wasn't until a few months ago that I started seriously thinking about going to college. That's what I'm saving up my maid money for!" Her grin grew bigger as she gave a self-conscious chuckle. "...Well, when I'm not blowing it on even more video games and Kickstarters all the time, at least," she added.
Her smile turned sweeter as she remarked "I think college would be fun. It's a great way to meet new people, isn't it? That what I always heard, at least. Go to parties, hang out all the time, learn about other peoples' lives...Have some crazy adventure, like Van Wilder!" Kimmy raised her eyebrows in a sympathetic little shrug of her own. Giving a reluctant little half-smile, she offered "...Well, I haven't gone to college yet, either, you know. That's what I want to save up my money for, too. I've never really known what I want to do with myself, so I guess I should figure that out, first."
She shuffled her feet and shifted her footing, briefly looked down to the floor, and remarked "For now, it's enough that I'm getting out of the house and earning money. I was wasting time, and Travis was handling the bills all on his own." She looked back up, smiled more, and remarked "It'll be fun, getting that first paycheck. First thing I'm gonna do is give Travis a fat envelope with my share of the rent. While I'm at it, though, I'm gonna have to hide my maid uniform and probably dodge a couple questions about how I came up with my half of the rent in just one week. Definitely can't tell him how big my paycheck really is, for crying out loud. He'd lay an egg wondering how a janitor or even a butler makes that much money."
Kimmy briefly glanced skyward, pulling a contemplative face. "If my math's right, I could actually take care of all our bills, all by myself, after just a week of work." With a grin, Kimmy looked back down at Hitomi and added "Saving up for college shouldn't be too hard. Not for me, not for you. Life's pretty good." Hitomi grinned. Kimmy gestured for them to resume vacuuming, and as they gave a quick step over the latches of their respective machines, instantly kicking the engines into high gear, Kimmy spoke over the roar, loudly asking "So, is that part of why you wanted this job? The chance to meet new people?"
Hitomi guided her vacuum over to the side, and as she started sweeping the thick head back and forth across the carpeting, she answered "Nope, the ad didn't mention anything about a team! I figured I'd be working alone to keep some old guy's house clean! I figured, even if it's a pervy old guy who wants to feel me up in a maid uniform, the pay would still be worth it! Turns out, though, Harret's a pretty good-lookin' guy, and he's got more class than that! Plus, it's been lots of fun working in Bev's team, I've made a bunch of friends here! Berri and I hang out all the time outside of work, and sometimes I see Shelly and Clara, too! I run into Aisha sometimes, but she's pretty quiet, you know?" Hitomi gave a grin, bubbled a quick chortle, and added "I think I'm too talkative for her, I think it annoys her!"
Say it ain't so. Kimmy smiled to herself, then ventured to ask "So, why'd your families send you and your cousin all the way out here, anyway? They sent you two halfway across the globe and didn't even bother to come along for the ride?" Hitomi kept her eyes focused on her work, watching the floor. Grin wilting, she answered "Y'know, I, I'm not really sure! It's kinda weird, isn't it? They said life out here would be better for us, but they basically sent us packing to make a completely fresh start, all by ourselves! Wasn't really any better, for a while! I've always wondered if there was more to it, but at this point, I guess it just doesn't really matter, anymore."
Kimmy's looked over at her partner, looking a touch bittersweet. Maybe it was the din of the vacuums playing tricks with her ears, but there was just something about the way Hitomi had said that that felt a bit morose. It didn't help matters that she had started staring at the floor, failing to even smile. Suppose she had good reason to, considering her family had basically kicked her out of her country, let alone her home. No wonder she wanted to play games more than go out. Kimmy just watched her for a moment, trying not to let herself feel uncomfortable by the sudden droop in her partner's attitude. Maybe there was more to the move than Hitomi wanted to let on, but considering the cutie's outgoing attitude on seemingly everything else, maybe she really didn't know.
Either way, Kimmy had obviously stumbled onto a conversational landmine. They were both quiet for a moment, and when Hitomi looked over and changed the subject, Kimmy readily went along, if only to ease the sudden tension she felt. With a new grin, Hitomi glanced down Kimmy's body and nonchalantly asked "So, what's the kinkiest sex thing you've ever done?" Kimmy grinned from ear to ear out of amusement. Of course, the conversation was bound to take a sexual turn, at some point. With a chuckle, she remarked back "You mean before I came to House Venus? Uh, well, cross-dressing one room over from my roommate and jerking off to guys and shemales probably takes the cake, for me. If not that, then...Uh, I guess tasting my own cum. What about you?"
Hitomi grinned with amusement, raised her eyebrows, and candidly chirped "One time, I masturbated for about an hour with the handle of a baseball bat! Milked me dry!"
Kimmy's face went blank at the mental image. Good grief, Hitomi won that exchange.
By the time noon rolled around, the two trappy partners had only finished a little under half of their work. No doubt their frequent chatter had slowed them down, something Kimmy was very well aware of. While they were on their way to the canteen, she decided to try and politely suggest to her new friend that if they hoped to get their work done by the end of the day, they'd need to cut back on the chitchat. While they were still descending the stairways of House Venus, just as they were entering the second floor, Kimmy was interrupted partway into her observations by a most unpleasant surprise.
Looking over at Hitomi with her eyebrows lightly raised, she tried to be as gentle as possible. The two of them walking side-by-side, Kimmy murmured "You know, if we're gonna get this stuff done in time, we're gonna have to hurry it along. We still have four big halls to take care of, plus a bunch of hallways. If we're going to get this done by dinnertime, we're gonna have to speed up, or at least focus on it more." Thankfully, Hitomi seemed to take the suggestion quite gracefully. With a smile and a nod, she looked over in Kimmy's direction without meeting her eyes, keeping her focus on the stairs as she quickly said "Yeah, you're right. Okay, less talky, more worky. Was I yammering too much? Sometimes Shelly needs to kick me in the butt to get me to focus on my work."
With a grin, Hitomi added "But, I haven't had someone I could talk to in real-life about video games ever since I left Japan. I'm sorry, maybe I got carried away with the Diablo 3 talk. I kinda kept going for a while, huh?" Kimmy smiled. Hitomi's graciousness made her feel bad for even bringing up the topic, and she was quick to backpedal. She was still in the middle of trying to apologize when a door was shut rather loudly, somewhere off in the background of the second floor. Kimmy hastily offered "No, that's not it, I didn't mean it like that. I'd love to talk some more about it, but..."
"...Then forget it, David! You wanna play hardball? You reap what you sow!"
Kimmy promptly trailed off when she noticed the angry voices, cutting in over her. She and Hitomi both slowed to a stop in the middle of the stairway, and while Kimmy raised an eyebrow high, Hitomi just looked over to the sound's direction in confusion, lips barely parted. Low enough that only Hitomi would hear, Kimmy curiously asked "Was that Brandy?" Hitomi gave a little shrug, offering her but a quick glance. The two of them waited, listening as the voice came again.
"You're a lecherous, egomaniacal buffoon, and I won't let you get away with twisting these poor women into your sex objects!"
Kimmy's brow started to furrow. Under her breath, she remarked "Yeah, that's definitely Brandy. The heck is she doing here?" Hitomi, too, began to look peeved as she muttered back "No idea. I'm surprised Harret would even let her in, after everything." Kimmy gave a quick glance to the opposite direction when she spotted movement. Berri and Courtney were just then stepping out of a hallway on the second floor, no doubt putting their art gallery chores on hold for lunch. The both of them looked just as bemused by the commotion as she and Hitomi did, and they both looked across the hall at Kimmy out of confusion, as if expecting her to have an answer. Berri threw her arms up by her sides, but all Kimmy could do was mouth "I don't know" at them.
Stomping footsteps began to rush down the hallway leading to Harret's personal office, over on the other side of the front hall. Kimmy could hear Harret remark back "Egomaniacal? So says the entitled social climber who thinks she can ruin my life on nothing but her good word!"
A moment later, Brandy came storming out of the hallway, followed closely by both Harret and Beverly. The three of them looked furious, but Brandy and Harret were both being much more overt about it. Beverly was keeping out of the fight at the moment, but she had obviously been involved or had at least witnessed whatever had sparked it, considering the venomous glare she was shooting Brandy from behind. That day, Brandy was wearing a tight, glittering black dress, strapless and split up the sides to the middles of her thighs. Her blonde hair was done up in the same sort of bun as on Monday, only instead of a bejewelled cameo to decorate it, she now wore a rather ornate assortment of lengthy hairpins, each made of a silver-like metal and decorated at the tips with small charms that Kimmy was too far to make out.
More important was the disturbing optical illusion Kimmy spotted when Brandy glanced over at her, curling her lip up all the while: those damn hairpins almost looked like little diagonal horns, from the front. She had to wonder if Brandy had intended on that. Her black high heels thumping the floor from how hard she was marching for the stairs, her purse bouncing and jostling at her side, Brandy snapped back "My "good word" is all that's needed, you disgusting oaf! Once the medical board begins investigating, you're finished! We could've done this the easy way, but if you want to be a proud little shit, I'll ruin you!"
"You, ruin me?" Harret incredulously taunted, narrowing his eyes.
Kimmy and Hitomi stood there and kept their mouths shut as Brandy reached the downwards stairway next to them, storming down the steps in a hurry. "You heard me," she icily barked, refusing to look back at him, even as he and Beverly followed her down the stairs. Kimmy threw a glance in Berri's direction, and when she looked back, the two of them hurried over to the banister surrounding the second floor walkway, looking down into the great space of the front hall. They watched from above as Brandy hit the bottom of the grand staircase, marching across the scarlet rug that stretched from it to the front door.
Harret and Beverly were never more than a few steps behind Brandy. With a growing smile, Harret remarked "Well, if you plan on ruining me like you ruined all those martinis last year, I'm in dire straits, indeed!" For whatever reason, the remark infuriated Brandy. Kimmy could see her clench her hands into fists at her sides. With her voice positively oozing venom, she blurted out "Oh, you just love thinking back to that day, don't you? Arrogant asshole, the only way someone would want you was if they had martinis in their system! No wonder you force your workers into this kind of filth!"
Before Brandy had even reached the front door, she was coming to a quick stop, confrontationally whirling back around to face Harret. Even from up on the second floor, Kimmy could see that the woman was so worked up, her somewhat gaunt face was flushing a furious shade of red. Narrowing her eyes, she raised a hand, pointed accusingly at the man, and enunciated her words so wildly, her lips started curling back, giving him a snarl. "You poor bastard, when I'm through with you, you'll be rotting so deep in prison, you'll wish you could see the sun! I won't just ruin you in pharmaceuticals, no - I'm gonna drag your name so far through the fucking mud, you'll be a household name! You'll spend the rest of your life regretting your bullshit behaviour, today!"
"Get the hell out of my home," Harret muttered, glaring into her eyes, dropping his chin.
Brandy's eyes widened as she ranted even faster. "Your employment records will be pulled up, and for every day you've had one of these girls on your payroll, I'll have you paying millions in damages! Bernie Madoff's got nothing on you, you dumb fuck! You took in all these women, made them into your, what, sex slaves? Passed them around to your colleagues? Lived it up like a drug baron pimp? I know the kind of sick shit you'd get up to! They're hookers! You have to have pumped them full of who knows what to make them go along with it, you disgusting pig! Ooh, big man! You know, if you want a woman to get into bed with you and touch your little cocktail weenie, try being a decent human being! Misogynist!"
Harret abruptly raised his voice right back at her, shouting "Brandy, you've got exactly ten seconds to get the hell out of my home before I pick you up by that giant stick up your ass and throw you out!"
Beverly didn't bother raising her voice, although she didn't look any more pleased than Harret did. She immediately moved to pass by Brandy, flatly stating "Let me get the door for you."
To her credit, Brandy never laid a hand on Beverly, but she came about as close as she could get without actually initiating a physical confrontation. She cockily threw an arm out to bar Beverly's progress, took a step in front of her with a condescending smile, and turned her diatribe in the other blonde's direction, instead. Giving Beverly the evil eye, she practically spat as she blurted out "I can get the goddamn door myself, thank you very much! I know David's rotted your brain with designer drugs, but do I look like a child to you?"
Beverly bit her tongue back from making the obvious retort, but then Brandy pushed her luck. Flicking a hand past Beverly's face in the middle of her furor, coming just a little too close to avoid a response, Brandy shouted "You should be thanking me for trying to help you, you dumb little cunt! Look at what he's done to you, you're painted up and blimped out like a Barbie blow-up doll! You're-"
Beverly finally caved to the antagonism. Raising her eyebrows, she grabbed her hips, shifted her weight to one foot, and blurted out "Excuse me? Listen, Brandy, I know your ego's the size of a small country, but face the facts: everyone can see that you're just throwing a tantrum because David shot you down. You've been making a fool of yourself, and today's no different."
Brandy shouted "You ungrateful bitch-!"
"You don't know the first thing you're talking about," Beverly continued, "and nobody's going to drag David's name through the muck on nothing but your say-so. You know what you are? You're just a spoiled little girl upset that the prince didn't want the princess, and you aren't helping me, you self-righteous miststück, you're trying to ruin my friend's life and career!"
Brandy tried to cut in, shrilly screaming "Oh, yeah? You don't-"
Finally raising her voice, Beverly thrust out an arm towards the front door, glaring right into Brandy's eyes as she yelled "You're completely full of shit - I know it, you know it, so why don't you cut out the indignant crusader act and get the hell out of here before I really show you the door?"
Brandy widened her eyes. She stuck her finger in Beverly's face, shouting "Threats! Threatening me with physical violence! I'll have your ass in a sling, too!"
"Leave!" Harret roared, voice echoing throughout the massive hall.
Brandy didn't make another peep. Perhaps the wild escalation in his tone took her by surprise, or maybe she was finally ready to admit defeat. Either way, she turned and marched for the front door. She was outnumbered and outgunned, and this fight was going nowhere. Beverly followed after her, and once Brandy had torn the door open and stormed outside, Beverly slammed it shut behind her, locking it in an instant. Immediately, Berri broke into whoops and claps. With a big smile, she called out "Whoo! Yeah, way to go Beverly! Go Harret, show that bitch who's boss!"
Hitomi chimed in, sticking a couple fingertips into her mouth before letting loose a piercing whistle. Kimmy gave a half-smile at their antics, but it quickly withered as she watched Beverly turn back around to face Harret. She fell back against the door, putting her back to it while she raised both hands to cover her face. As Hitomi and Berri quieted down, Kimmy could hear Beverly bitterly muttering something in German. As Harret came up to her and touched the side of her shoulder, she threw her hands down, looked off to the side away from him, and whispered something low enough that the spectators couldn't pick it up.
Kimmy's blood slowly ran cold. Even from a distance, she could see that Beverly was worked up. She almost looked like she was on the verge of tears. Harret gave a nod, quietly telling her something before giving her shoulder a patting. As he withdrew his hand, Beverly walked away, disappearing down a nearby hallway without even so much as tossing a glance up to the audience on the second floor. Harret, on the other hand, looked up at the four of them, clapped his hands together just once, clasped them, and called out "Okay, girls. Show's over. Isn't it lunchtime? Better hop to it!"
He turned back around to the security panel by the door, checking the monitor as he electronically opened the gate for Brandy's car, quickly sealing it once she was gone. Kimmy and Hitomi gave each other a look, and after Berri had tossed them one of her own, she looked over at Courtney. The oldest of the maids had a severe look on her face, a withdrawn stare in Harret's general direction. Brow a little furrowed, lips in a flat line, she eventually blinked and gave Berri a sidelong look, then muttered "...Come along, Berri. We shouldn't have even watched."
The posh Brit gave a long, quiet sigh through her nose as she ran her hands through her platinum blonde hair, followed quickly by a quiet Berri. As Harret slowly walked over to the stairway, Kimmy mumbled "Yeah, let's go. Come on." Hitomi nodded with a soft "Mhm," falling in as Kimmy started down for the first floor. As they crossed paths with Harret, he put on a polite smile, briefly glancing further up the stairs at Courtney and Berri as he offered "I'm sorry you girls had to see that. Believe me when I say that I had wanted to keep the noise level down. Unfortunately, if there's one thing Brandy's good at, it's making a scene when she isn't getting her way."
Courtney spoke for the four of them, graciously offering "That's quite alright, my dear, you handled her exceptionally. The time for politeness had obviously passed." Harret gave a shrug with his eyebrows, glancing past his shoulder to the front door. In a mutter, he remarked "Yes, well..." The thought didn't go anywhere. He raised a hand and gave a quick scratch at his temple, slowly looking back over as Kimmy spoke up. She might've had half a dozen questions about exactly what the hell had just gone on, probably beginning with "Why the hell was Brandy even in the mansion, today," but she had enough common sense to accept that it really wasn't any of her business.
Even if Brandy's meddling potentially threatened her job, whatever personal business that went on with the management didn't include her, and while the concern might've been appreciated, it still would've been rude to ask. Instead, she watched Harret's eyes as she lightly asked "Is Beverly alright? She looked pretty upset. I've never seen her get like that, before. Probably had good reason to. I just wanna make sure she's okay."
Harret gave a faint, subtle exhale through his nose. He momentarily pressed his lips tight together, offering a little nod. "Yeah," he quietly answered. "She'll be okay. She just needs a minute. I don't blame her." He raised his eyebrows, glanced at the other pair of partners, and resumed climbing the stairs, once more. Without looking back, he commented "Go on, go get some lunch. Try not to let Brandy get to you. She was bound to bite off more than she could chew at some point."
The four of them all gave each other one last look, then did as he bade, making for the canteen for a well-earned lunch. As they stepped inside, however, Kimmy noticed that Beverly wasn't actually there. Clara and Aisha were already eating at the table, and as Berri passed them by, she leaned over towards them, smirked, and said "Hey, you guys missed out on something awesome. Brandy was just here, Harret and Beverly threw her ass out in a shouting match!" Aisha paused mid-chew, slowly raising her eyebrows as she watched Berri walk off. Clara furrowed her brow deep, turned to watch her go, and bitterly remarked "What? The hell was she here, for?"
As Courtney walked by, she wearily sighed out "Girls, gossipmongering is beneath us. Whatever went on between master Harret and this Brandy woman, today, let's not turn it into schoolyard rumour." Clara hastily twisted her shoulders to look back at Courtney, sounding even more bitter than she looked as she defiantly blurted out "Get off your high horse, I wanna know what happened! My job's on the line!" Courtney simply paused for a moment, looking over at her. With a somewhat snooty eyebrow raise, the Brit remarked back "All our jobs are on the line, not just your's."
Clara didn't say anything more, but the way she shook her head when she turned back to her lunch tray spoke volumes, to Kimmy: the potbellied redhead was pissed at being shut down. Considering she had a halfway decent reason to be upset, Kimmy couldn't really blame her. For the first time, she felt a little trepidation about joining the group at the table. Fidgeting in place, reaching up to idly preen a pigtail, she considered postponing lunch in favour of heading off and finding Beverly, but the thought could barely spread it's wings before Hitomi was patting her on the back, smiling, and encouraging "C'mon, let's grab a bite. I'm starving."
Kimmy gave her an uncertain glance, merely mumbling a simple "Um, yeah" before she was following after her. The first few minutes of lunch passed by in an uncomfortable silence. Clara was still visibly fuming, and the way Courtney seemed to ignore it didn't make anyone feel any better. Everyone stewed until, thankfully, the canteen door opened once more. In walked Beverly, looking as fresh and chipper as ever, smiling to the team as she apologized for being late. Kimmy was relieved to see Beverly looking better, but she had to wonder just how much of it was an act for appearance's sake. Beverly had barely taken her seat across from Kimmy when Clara was giving her a pointed stare, all but demanding "Bev, what the hell's going on?"
Beverly gave her a blank, uncomprehending look. Before Courtney could discourage her again, Clara was clarifying, remarking "Why the hell was Brandy here, again? Isn't the time for talking over? She's trying to get Harret into legal trouble, for fuck's sake!" Beverly drew an inwards sigh, slowly looking up and over Clara's head, hands idly tearing open her afternoon packet of pills. To Courtney's visible surprise, Beverly actually elaborated. A bit flatly, the Head Maid stated "Well, Brandy gave master Harret a call, this morning, and said she wanted to arrange a private meeting between the two of them. She wouldn't say what it was in regards to, but it obviously had something to do with the accusations she's been flinging, so master Harret said yes. He thought it wouldn't hurt to hear her out and get an idea of her plans."
Berri grinned and remarked "I'm guessing it didn't go well." Without waiting for an answer, she glanced sidelong down the table, shoot her eyes over to Clara. Already tearing open her own packet of supplements, she hastily added "Man, Clara, you should've heard it. Harret was all "Leave, bitch!" The verbal smackdown was real. It was great, Brandy scooted right out the fuckin' door, after that." Courtney glanced skyward, dryly uttering "He didn't say that, Berri, for the love of God..." Berri snickered, raised an eyebrow, looked over at her partner, and idly chirped "Might as well have."
Beverly raised her eyebrows and continued. Eyes down on her tray, she idly ran her spoon around her cup of cinnamon oatmeal, sighing out "So, we let Brandy in, but of course, once she was inside, we figured out pretty quickly what she really wanted: to bluster. She started going on about how she had David cornered, how she was going to ruin him, and how there was nothing he could do about it. But, she said, she'd be nice and offer him a way out: either he could pay her to make it all go away, or he could let her investigate House Venus and do health tests on all of us, and if she didn't find anything to support her case, she promised she'd just drop the accusations."
Brow gently furrowing, Beverly gave a quiet sigh through her nose as she reached for her fruit smoothie. Reluctantly, she cussed, mumbling "Of course, it was all just...Bullshit. She was giving him the choice of either extortion, or giving her a free chance to find something to prove her case." Clara, slowly looking less unimpressed, muttered "I'm guessing he told her to get fucked by a cactus." Beverly glanced up at her. Sliding her lips off the straw of her glass, she nonchalantly mumbled "Basically." Kimmy sat there for a few moments, having completely stopped touching her food as she listened. When nobody said anything more, she finally found her voice. A little gently, she asked "You okay, Bev?"
Beverly looked up from her tray. Judging by the way her expression opened up, she was a little taken aback by the concern. Lightly raising her eyebrows, she needed a moment to react, but eventually, she started to smile, again. Some of the other maids tossed her intrigued looks as she gave a lighthearted titter, then answered "Yeah? I'm alright. Don't I look okay?" With a grin, Hitomi teased "You're looking downright dee-licious, as always." Beverly smiled more and glanced over, especially when Shelly gave a chuckle. Kimmy just kept watching her with a worried look on her face. When Beverly looked back over at her, Kimmy added "You sure?"
Beverly's smile brightened, opening as she exhaled a flattered giggle. Rather warmly, she did her best to reassure Kimmy, confidently explaining "Yeah, I'm alright. Really, don't worry about me. Kind of bothered me at first, but I'm over it." Kimmy gave a nod, already looking down at her tray. Right, Beverly was fine. Of course, no need to worry. Silly her, no need to show she was thinking of her. Maybe she should've gone after Beverly and asked her in private, after all. She obviously just didn't want to worry the team. Trying not to look crestfallen, Kimmy aimlessly poked at her food with her fork, but when something touched her foot under the table, she briefly went still, giving a confused blink.
Somebody's foot was touching her's. The smooth material of somebody's heel gracefully brushed overtop before coming down between her's, sliding back and forth across the left side of her right foot. Kimmy raised her eyes without making a peep, looking across the table at Beverly. Beverly was still giving her a wide, friendly smile, but now, her eyes were a little heavy-lidded, a little playful. She slowly guided the side of her heel up Kimmy's calf, stroking up by her knee before coming back down to the floor. Kimmy started to smile from ear to ear, quietly looking back down at her food. Maybe Beverly appreciated the thought, after all. Beverly's foot went still as Kimmy slowly raised her's, turned it, and gently set the tip of her foot down over Beverly's own, holding her there, keeping her in place between her feet.
Beverly had to fight a grin, beaming just as widely as the other maid. She watched Kimmy for a few moments more, then finally turned her attention to her food. The beautiful blonde never withdrew her foot, and soon, the canteen was filling with the din of happy chatter.
~~End of Ch. 7~~
Chapter 8: Wednesday Afternoon - Hold Out, Baby
Chapter Text
Kimmy's Maid Training
Part II ‑ "Interdiction"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: May 8, 2017
Shortly after lunch, Beverly and Kimmy found themselves standing in the dorm, Kimmy with a telephone receiver to her ear and a nervous look on her face, Beverly with her side to the wall and a little smile on her own face. After their afternoon vitamins, the two of them were sporting healthy bulges where no maid ever should've, but neither of them paid it much mind. Beverly loosely crossed her arms beneath her impressive bust as Kimmy did her best not to squeak, once again trying to slide back into the deeper voice of her daytime persona. "Hey, Travis? You there?"
"Hey, yeah, I'm here. How are you?"
Kimmy gave a little smile, eyes lightly shifting around at the various things Beverly had on her bedside table. "Oh, I'm alright. Slept pretty well, work's not so bad, today. Uh...Y'know, some worries with the management, but hopefully nothing serious."
She clearly piqued his curiosity. "Worries? Like what?"
She barely shook her head, even though he wouldn't be able to see it. Lightly frowning, she glanced up and off into the distance, dismissively mumbling "Just some lady trying to stir up trouble for my boss. It's probably a little more complicated than this, but it sounds like she hit on him at some point and hasn't gotten over the rejection."
Behind her, Beverly gave a tiny half-smile, rolled her eyes, and nodded. Travis didn't seem so surprised. "Oh. Well, yeah. Yeah, sounds about right. Girls usually aren't used to rejection, so they typically take it pretty badly. You know how it is, they're used to being chased, so when they actually want someone, they expect there shouldn't be any chase, at all. They seem to think they should just get whoever they want. It's like this girl I met at a party, last month. She started texting me and was really aggressive about roleplaying and stuff, and I had no choice but to put the brakes on her. Boy, did that get her bitter."
Kimmy gave a little chuckle. "Well, yeah, of course it did. You didn't do what she wanted, what else did you expect?"
"I expected her to take it gracefully. She denies she wanted to roleplay, of course. Oh, I was just misinterpreting everything, that's all. Yeah, right. She was just going way too fast, way too quickly. If I hadn't shot her down, I swear, within three days, she would've been asking me for cock shots. She came off desperate."
Kimmy gave a grin. Reaching up, she idly played with the tip of a pigtail as she remarked "Well, some people like that in a girl, I guess. Desperation might mean a big libido. Maybe she was just really horny and wasn't getting it properly, or something. Anyway, yeah, there's this woman trying to make trouble for my boss, but I'm hoping we'll be fine. It doesn't help that she's a prude, though."
Beverly raised her eyebrows and silently nodded, again. Travis gave a little chuckle, then slowly asked "Uh...What would being a prude have to do with it?"
Kimmy briefly tensed up, eyes widening. A cool flush passed her skin. Thinking fast, she remarked "Oh, well, you know, some of my coworkers wear black lace uniforms. You know, the sort of thing you stereotypically see French maids wearing? Black dress with a white apron? Yeah, that didn't fly with Brandy. She thinks my boss is exploiting them for eye candy."
"Oh, right. Heh. How many girls have live-in positions, there? I know there's at least one, the one with that sexy accent. Beverly, right? She sounds hot."
Kimmy raised an eyebrow and looked back over her shoulder. "Yeah, that's right," Kimmy remarked. "She's here right now, actually." She held out the receiver, and Beverly smiled from ear to ear. She held her knees, leaned in towards the receiver, gave a quick giggle, and purred out "Hiii, Traaavis! Hee-hee!" When Kimmy brought the receiver back to her ear, she could hear Travis chuckling. With a smile, Kimmy admitted "All of my coworkers are girls, actually. It's kind of fun. We all sleep in a big dorm, together."
"Lucky you. Hey, uh, listen...I probably shouldn't even bring this up, but I'm actually kind of curious, myself."
Kimmy raised her eyebrows and puckered her lips out of curiosity. Raising her eyes off into the distance, she crossed her free arm over her front as she mumbled a cheery "Shoot."
"Well, I had some friends over last night, and one of them wanted to check his emails, real quick. I probably shouldn't have let him into your room, but I knew your computer didn't have a password and I figured there wouldn't be any trouble if he was in and out in a minute. Uh, the thing is...Um, I don't really know how to say this. This is kinda weird. When he came out, he said there was a pair of panties on the floor, like, kinda thrown off beside your bed."
Kimmy froze up for a second time. Her pupils shrank to pinpricks. Instead of going pale, her face slowly began burning to a vivid scarlet. This time, when the cold wave crossed her skin, it left her itching with anxiety. Oh, God, had she not hidden her panties before leaving for her interview, Sunday morning? More importantly, why wasn't her boner dying down out of fear, already? The fuck was wrong with her?! Mouth running dry, she tried not to twitch like an addict in desperate need of a fix. Horror inspired her to keep herself sounding steady as she asked "Oh, right. They were white, right? Plain white panties?"
"Uh...Yeah, I think so."
"Right. Those are from an old girlfriend. I never bothered to get rid of them. Guess it's like an old love letter, or something. Why pitch it, you know?"
"...I thought you've never had a girlfriend."
Kimmy's stomach twisted into a knot. Was her fucking cock getting even more rigid, or something? She couldn't even feel it, it was so tense! "Well, there was this one girl...I don't really count her, though. It was just a fling."
Hearing the subtle amusement in Travis' voice slowly settled Kimmy's nerves. "Yeah, okay, I guess. It was fucking weird, man. My buddies can be real douches, some times. Nick came out with this bug-eyed look and started gushing about how he found panties in your room, and I'm sitting there, not knowing what to say. Assholes were laughing like it's somehow my fault. It turned into a whole thing for, like, an hour. Dylan even pulled up your picture on Facebook and started making cracks about how the panties probably looked good on you. Told me I should take you to Victoria's Secret, some time."
Kimmy rolled her eyes and smiled scornfully. Without even thinking, she reverted to her bubbly Kimmy voice, remarking "That's really sweet."
"What?"
She cleared her throat. "I mean in the asshole way. That's really sweet of the jerk. Hey, Travis?"
"Yeah?"
"I need to get back to work. Do me a favour? Don't let your friends in my room, again. Kinda invading my privacy, over here."
"Yeah, I know. I, I'm sorry. Uh, call you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, sure," Kimmy remarked, an exaggerated frown on her face as she hung up the receiver. Beverly was already wincing, but before she could say anything, Kimmy turned to the side, dropped her face right down into Beverly's pillow, and gave a long, muffled shout of frustration. Beverly waited for the noise to die down before she gently pointed out "...You kinda dropped out of your boy voice at one point, hon." Kimmy answered by raising a fist and slamming it down into the bed. She threw herself back up, straightening herself out fast enough to swing her pigtails around. Looking over at her Head Maid with abject terror on her face, she practically hopped in place as she blurted out "He found my fucking panties, Bev! I forgot to hide them, he and his friends found my fucking panties!"
Beverly winced, again. Cocking up her cheekbones and narrowing her eyes, her teeth lightly went on edge as she drew in a slow hiss. Kimmy worked herself into a lather. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she started impotently shaking her hands up and down, crying "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! If he figures me out, Bev, I'm screwed! He'll kick me out, for sure! His friends made fun of him, over me!" Beverly reached out and pulled her into a motherly hug, prompting Kimmy to give another long, despondent wail - this time into a pair of pillows. Beverly rubbed the back of Kimmy's head, soothingly reassuringly "It'll be okay, don't worry! Come on, cheer up, it was just a pair of panties! You handled it great!"
"The only way this could be any worse," Kimmy blurted out into the Aryan's cleavage, "is if his friend had looked at my browser history!"
Beverly gave a quick giggle, then teased "Oh, my. Exactly how often do you look at shemale porn? Every day? Hee-hee! You naughty little girly-boy..."
Hitomi leaned into the dorm through the doorway, raised an eyebrow, and blurted out "Hey, you done chatting with your boyfriend, yet? You were the one who told me we should focus more on work, and we still have an hour before we get in the Training Chairs."
Kimmy pulled her face up from Beverly's chest, stomped a foot, and indignantly cried out "He's not my flippin' boyfriend, god damn it!"
Five minutes later, Kimmy and Hitomi were busy passing their vacuums down one of the third floor corridors, focusing intently on their work, hoping to at least finish the hallway portion of their duties before resigning themselves to the Training Chairs for who knew how long. Once she was alone with her again, Kimmy tried asking Hitomi what the Training Chairs were all about, but the cute ladyboy just grinned and giggled. Kimmy made a face, let the issue rest for a minute, then asked again, a bit more persistently that time around. Hitomi grinned again, then spoke over the roar of their vacuums, remarking "Let's just say it's a super elaborate sex toy, okay? You'll find out more, soon. The partners for the day each share one!"
Kimmy gave Hitomi a pouty face, loudly whining "Don't you think that means you should tell me about it even more? If we're gonna be sharing it, after all..." Hitomi gave her a sneaky grin. She didn't say anything, allowing Kimmy to stew until they had finished vacuuming the hall. As they both hit the latches on their vacuums and killed the engines, Hitomi gave Kimmy a big smile, a quick, playful sigh, and promptly asked "You ever play Dragon's Dogma?"
Kimmy narrowed her eyes and snapped "Hitomi."
The ladyboy grinned and relented. Holding a hip with one hand, holding the neck of her vacuum with the other, she sighed out "Oh, alright. If you really want the surprise spoiled for you..."
"I do, I really do," Kimmy earnestly insisted, throwing her new friend pleading puppy dog eyes.
Hitomi giggled. "Fine, fine," she sighed. Eyes widening a touch with enthusiasm, she gave a bounce on the balls of her feet, explaining "Like I said, the Training Chair's like a big sex toy. They're set up in pairs, and each pair of partners for the day get in, together. The idea is, the chair gets us off a bunch of different ways, and we're supposed to stay in for as long as we can before calling it quits. Winner gets a prize, and anyone who doesn't last for at least half an hour gets punished." Hitomi giggled again, grinning from ear to ear as she said "The record's four hours and thirteen minutes. Guess who set it?"
Kimmy let her mouth hang open, for a moment. Cocking up her cheekbones, she glanced to the ceiling as she blew a befuddled sigh. Jeez, hard to imagine who would've had the stamina to go over four hours in a giant sex toy. In a bit of a groan, Kimmy suggested "Uh...Shelly, maybe?" Hitomi grinned and cheerily shook her head. Kimmy raised her eyebrows, pointed at Hitomi, and mumbled "You?" Hitomi's eyes widened at the suggestion, shocked. She immediately chuckled out "God, no! So far, I haven't been able to last more than an hour and a half. No, the recordholder's Courtney."
Kimmy raised her eyebrows high. Really, now? Courtney? Courtney could manage getting off, for that long? Hitomi gave a knowing nod at Kimmy's reaction. "I know, right," she remarked. Leaning in a little, she added "I wasn't there to see it happen, but Shelly was, and she tells me Courtney was a mess when she came out." Kimmy scoffed, grabbed a hip, and glanced off to the side with a grin. "No kidding," she dryly retorted. Hitomi leaned back out, raised her eyebrows, and cheerily added "I bet she was all sweaty, splattered with cum, panting, probably half-asleep...Mm. Kinda sexy to think about. Aw, I bet she needed a nice, hot shower, after that. Hope somebody was there to scrub her down."
Kimmy looked up and off to the side, giving a quick, subtle nibble at a lip with a canine tooth. Good thing the two of them were still stiff as a board from the lunchtime vitamins - neither of them needed to face the embarrassing situation of suddenly pointing out their skirts, right in front of each other. Still, the thought of the platinum blonde, milfy Brit stumbling her way out of a sex marathon, glistening and panting, hanging low and dripping, had the both of them thrumming somewhere personal. Kimmy had to admit, it would've been pretty damn sexy to see that posh t-girl brought a little low through some harsh sex...
Hitomi gave a giggle, then unabashedly asked "Um, on a completely unrelated note, did you play with your ass at all, before coming to House Venus?" Kimmy raised her eyebrows, blinking, nearly shaking her head as she jolted herself out of her fantasies. Face slowly turning a hint pink, she jokingly chastised "Wow, smooth! So, big things are gonna be goin' up my butt, huh? Good to know!" Hitomi grinned, again. "Just wondering," she innocently cooed. "Because, if you didn't, the Training Chair might be, uh, a bit much for you. It does a bunch of stuff, but yeah, dildos are obviously part of it. Just a warning. You seemed fine on Anal Day, so I'm guessing you've done some backdoor stuff, before. Am I wrong?"
The pink in Kimmy's face escalated, but nonetheless, she came out and admitted "Well...Yeah, I mean...I couldn't really help myself." She gave an innocent shrug, looking away off to the side as Hitomi raised her eyebrows. Cheerily, the ladyboy chirped "Me too! Nothing to be shy about. I've got a big collection of toys, back home." Kimmy looked back over into Hitomi's eyes, clearly just a bit surprised by the candidness. Hitomi enthusiastically gushed, leaning in and grinning as she offered "My favourite's this big pink dildo I have, it's nice and thick, and it vibrates at just the right strength. It always gets me dripping in not even twenty seconds, it's awesome. I train my butt pretty much every day, at home. Jerking it's nice, but milking it's so much nicer, I think. What about you?"
Kimmy quietly cleared her throat, trying not to let her face get any warmer. "Uh, y-yeah," she confessed, already feeling the beginnings of adrenaline in her veins. She idly shifted a foot against the carpeting, looking down at her feet as she sheepishly mumbled "I, uh, I only have the one dildo. It doesn't vibrate, or anything, but it's pretty big. I don't use it every day, but I use it whenever I can. If I get horny enough, I can't really stop myself. I, uh..." Kimmy suddenly grinned and broke out into a giggle. Her belly was tingling, all over again. You know what? It was kind of liberating to tell someone about it, actually...Yeah, so what, she fills her ass, sometimes. Big deal. Hell, anyone who saw her tooshie would figure it out, anyway - her big pucker would give her away, she supposed. Own up to it. Be happier for it!
She looked up at Hitomi, earnestly adding "...I have to hide it in an old lava lamp box, in my closet. That's how big it is. If Travis ever found it, I don't know what I'd do. The first time I put it in, the cum just ran right out of me."
Hitomi grinned from ear to ear and tittered. The shape lifting up the front of her skirt gave a flex as she moved to pick up her vacuum, and Kimmy went to join her, ready to carry her own back to the wall outlet they were plugged into. As they hefted up the heavy bodies in one hand, they grabbed the long necks in the other, and with a little grunt of exertion, Hitomi commented "So, this Travis guy..."
Kimmy immediately gave a groan, prompting Hitomi to grin and hurriedly interrupt "Hey, c'mon! You brought him up! I just wanna know about him!" Kimmy grumbled, shaking her head. Hitomi waited a moment, a big, teasing smile on her face all the while, but eventually, she ventured to ask "So, you really like this guy, huh? Must be tough, being roomies with him. He doesn't know you like him, huh?"
Kimmy lightly raised an eyebrow, idly watching the end of the hall as she mused "I don't think so. I think I've done a pretty good job of hiding it, but I guess you can never be sure. For all I know, he figured me out ages ago, but...No, I doubt it." Hitomi smiled, arched an eyebrow, and gave Kimmy a quick sidelong look, remarking "And I guess you dress like a boy, around him." "Well, yeah," Kimmy immediately, and quite dryly, responded, raising her eyebrows high as she gave Hitomi a sidelong look of her own, tilting her head to the side in the process. Hitomi grinned. With a little shrug, she innocently asked "Does he ever bring any girls home?"
Kimmy's expression went a bit blank, a bit perplexed. Stopping by the wall outlet, she leaned the vacuum's neck against herself, bent over, unplugged the both of their cords, grabbed her's, and stood back up. As Hitomi grabbed her own cord, Kimmy curiously mumbled "You know, I, uh...I can't remember the last time he...No, wait." Recollection dawning across her face, she pulled a bit of a disgruntled look, then remarked "A long time ago, he brought some girl over to watch TV. I don't even remember her name. I didn't really like her. I guess she didn't know about me, because she acted surprised to see me and just kinda made me feel like I should go away. This must've been just a couple weeks after I moved in with Travis."
Raising her eyebrows, she flippantly added "Never saw her again. Oh, well. After that, the only people Travis brought over were his buddies. Other than that, it was just me and him." Hitomi gave a big, wide smile, just a little smugly humming a simple "Hmmm." Kimmy shot her a quick look out of the corners of her eyes. A bit flatly, she uttered "It doesn't mean anything." Hitomi grinned as the two of them turned into one of their final conference halls, for the day. A bit leadingly, she cooed "Does he ever talk about a girlfriend, Kimmy? Huh? Does he ever talk about girls he likes?"
Kimmy's brow knit in uncertainty. Lips pouting a little, she looked down at the floor as she set her vacuum down, mumbling "Well, no, but that doesn't exactly mean anything...He still mentions girls, just..." Hitomi gave a loud, long hum, pointedly raising her eyebrows as she set her vacuum down next to her partner's. Kimmy was about to protest further when the ladyboy turned to her, took her by the shoulders, and turned her over to face her, in turn. With a big, cheery smile, Hitomi firmly asked "Listen to me. Things couldn't be any more obvious to the rest of us - there's a thing brewing. If you like him, take a chance. Tell him!"
Kimmy squirmed, an uncomfortable look on her face. Oh, boy...Here we go again, another person trying to tell her to man up and plant a big wet one on Travis. Why doesn't everyone just accept that her and her roommate should stay exactly that: roommates? Hitomi continued, happily prodding Kimmy even further, asking "What's the worst that could happen, huh? You need to find a new place to live? So what?! You'll have the money for it, at the end of the week! Even if you didn't, Harret would probably let you stay here, in the meantime! It's not like Travis would throw you out on your ass without giving you time to find a new place, anyway, right?"
Looking more and more perturbed, Kimmy abruptly mumbled "I could lose my only friend..." At that, Hitomi backed off. Her expression turned ashen in an instant, and her shoulders lightly slumped. Visibly collecting herself, she knocked off the smile, waited a moment, and started to look more sincere. She gave Kimmy's shoulders a gentle shake, then murmured back "Look...I know it's not really any of my business, but I know that if I had a roommate like him, the first thing I'd do is tell him what's really going on, with me. If he doesn't like that, it's a deal-breaker. I wouldn't be able to live with someone if it meant hiding what I am."
She lightly raised her eyebrows, a little more firmly adding "That goes for a friend, too. If I can't tell them I'm gay, then I wouldn't consider them much of a friend. I'm not trying to tell you what to do, but I just think you could be so much happier at home if you did just a couple little things to change it up. And, think on the bright side!" Hitomi smiled, again. Excitedly, she added "What if it worked out, huh? You'd already be living with your boyfriend! You'd be having sex all day, every day! If you ask me, it sounds like Travis would be more open to you than you think." Kimmy gave an uncertain whine, dropping her chin until she was staring at their twin bulges. She wanted to believe her, but...It was just so intimidating, the idea of telling Travis the truth. She'd be baring her soul. What if he shot her down? What if?
Hitomi grinned. "If you're worried about friends, then hey, hang out with me, next week! Me and Berri could introduce you to a whole bunch of new people, and I bet Clara could, too! We-"
"Okay, Hitomi, I get it," Kimmy sulkily mumbled, shrugging away her partner's hands. Hitomi's grin fell to a smile as she dropped her hands to her hips. While Kimmy leaned over to grab the cord for her vacuum, ready to plug it in again, Hitomi murmured "I just wanna hear that you're happy at home, y'know? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come on strong." Kimmy's expression slowly softened. She tossed a glance over her shoulder as she walked off for a nearby wall outlet, mumbling back "It's alright, just...I don't know. It's not your fault. It's mine. I know you're just trying to help." Kimmy bent over, plugged her vacuum in, and turned back around as her partner gave a terse little groan.
Hitomi had a reluctant look on her face. Hands to her hips, she briefly flopped one out at Kimmy in a frustrated wave before dropping it, offering "I just hate seeing somebody going through what I went through, a few months back." Kimmy gave her a bit of a curious look as she walked back over, lightly raising an eyebrow, lips barely puckered. Starting to smile, she teased "What, you had a crush on your roommate, too?" Hitomi looked perplexed, for a moment. After realization turned her wide-eyed, she blurted out "Lewd! She's my cousin, that's nasty!" Kimmy grinned to herself and gave a little cackle, opting to plug Hitomi's vacuum in for her. After a giggle, Hitomi remarked "No, not that. I meant more the part about hiding yourself from people."
Kimmy gave a little shrug. Lightly raising an eyebrow, she spoke without thinking, halfheartedly remarking "I appreciate that, Hitomi, I really do, but I've already gotten a bunch of speeches about opening up to Travis and asking him out on a date, and stuff. Let me think about it, okay?" She stuck Hitomi's plug in the wall, and as she stood back up and turned around, she found Hitomi giving her a worried smile. With a little shrug, she asserted "Okay, alright, I can take a hint. But promise me you'll hang out with me next week, alright?" With a cheeky grin, she added "I'll take you out shopping, we'll grab some new games. I've been meaning to grab a new set of headphones, anyway. And, while we're at it, Berri can introduce you to all sorts of hunky guys."
A blind date, or something? Could've been fun. Kimmy was about to jokingly thank her for the generous offer when the ladyboy gave a quick chortle and remarked "One of them's bound to make you forget all about Travis, maybe even Beverly, too!" Kimmy immediately gave her a bit of an impatient look, trying to playfully let the chatterbox know that she was finally getting annoyed. Hitomi promptly gave an uncomfortable wince, but when she tossed a quick glance at a wall clock, her wince morphed until she looked a bit perplexed. Knitting her brow, putting her fists to her hips, she kept watching the clock as she remarked "Huh...Beverly probably should've come by, by now."
Kimmy raised an eyebrow, tossing the clock a look of her own. Half past one? Huh. Kimmy pouted out her lip, raising her eyebrow even higher. Hitomi was probably right, Beverly probably should've been by, by then. What could've been keeping her? A surprise appointment with Harret to work off the stress Brandy had no doubt heaped upon the both of them with all of her histrionics? The ladyboy pulled a face, waved for Kimmy to follow, then made for the door, confidently instructing "C'mon, let's go find her. We'll leave the vacuums for after."
Kimmy just gave a shrug - seemed like a good idea to her. As they stepped outside, Hitomi briefly leaned in, raised her eyebrows, and admitted "You know, when my cousin first started working as an escort, I had to admit, I was kinda jealous." Kimmy, walking close alongside her, glanced over. Keeping her voice down, she incredulously remarked "You were jealous? You know an escort's basically a hooker, right?" With a wink, Hitomi smirked and explained "Actually, my cousin's not meant to have sex with anyone. With an escort, the sex is implied, but it isn't actually guaranteed. Oh, sure, she has sex all the time with her clients, but she only has one client at a time...And the money's out of the this world. But, that's not why I was jealous!"
Hitomi raised her eyebrows, threw her arms around in wild gesticulations, excitedly gushing "All of a sudden, she had a life! I never saw her, anymore! Whenever I did, she'd have all these crazy stories about the stuff her and her clients did: the crazy sex they had, the parties they went to, the dinner and wine, the business affairs she'd get taken to and shown off at...All of a sudden, it was like...Well, like she was kinda leaving me behind." Hitomi's expression started to fall, but when she only wound up looking determined rather than bitter, Kimmy had to admit, she was intrigued. Hitomi looked ahead at the end of the corridor as she flatly added "We were alone when we left Japan, but all of a sudden, it was like she had moved on for all these new things, and I was still just me. She was spreading her wings, and I was just sitting there. Felt like she wasn't even looking back, sometimes."
Hitomi gave a sideways look in Kimmy's general direction, just as casually admitting "For a long time, I felt pretty lonely. I wasn't going out, I wasn't doing anything, I didn't know anybody...But, once I started to meet people online, things started to change." Hitomi started to smile, again. Raising her eyebrows, she explained "I made some good friends who kept encouraging me to be myself and take some steps out of the nest, so that's what I did. It was tough, but I came out to Mai - it definitely helped that I knew she was like me, but it still wasn't really easy to be open about it with myself. Then, I came here! I just wanted a free maid outfit, but jeez, I got a whole lot more!"
Hitomi giggled, and it was infectious enough to make Kimmy grin. "Mai was super supportive," Hitomi remarked, "and now I have even more friends, too! I love meeting new people, and House Venus sure had some interesting characters, running around. Now, y'know, I don't feel so bad about Mai doing her thing and being busy, all the time. I have a life of my own, now, and I'm out of the house for half the month, anyway. Plus, I finally have a real sex life!" She looked over at Kimmy, flashing her a rueful smile. She bumped her hip over, nudging Kimmy's own. Lightly, she offered "Those months were some of the most miserable of my life. I just don't want to see you go through that, too, you know? I don't want you to be happy at just work, I want you to be happy at home, too."
Kimmy gave a big, exaggerated smile. "Okay, Hitomi. I understand, I appreciate that. I promise, I'll think about it, some more. Trust me, I'm already thinking about it plenty." Hitomi drew in a breath and looked over, obviously about to push even harder. Kimmy reached over, stuck a hand up the back of Hitomi's skirt, pinched her bum hard enough to get a squeal out of her, and remarked "Why don't you tell me about Dragon's Dogma?" Hitomi giggled, but entertained the distraction. As soon as the topic was changed, Kimmy breathed a subtle sigh of relief. She felt kind of bad for pushing aside her new friend's concern, but really, the sweetheart was starting to cross that line from "cute" to "obnoxious."
Kimmy could handle her own problems...Even if it meant doing nothing at all. If she pushed Travis away...How could she possibly be sure that he'd react well, after all? A leap of faith was a lot to ask of someone who had already done everything they could to hide their tastes. She knew she was just being a coward, but was it too much to ask that there'd be some kind of separation between her Kimmy side and her daytime persona?...Couldn't she keep that boundary for Travis, at least? Couldn't that make her happy? If nothing else, it'd keep her comfortable...
It wasn't long after Kimmy and Hitomi began their search for big sis Bev that they realized they didn't actually know what her duties for the day were, let alone where to look for her in the mansion. Deciding they'd do best to ask one of the other pairs of partners, they stepped out into the front hall, and when they looked over the banister, they found a most peculiar sight waiting for them, down on the first floor: Clara and Aisha were hugging each other, from the looks of things, while Beverly stood off to the side and watched, hands on her hips all the while. Kimmy and Hitomi shared a perplexed look, then began making their way downstairs.
As they were descending the stairs into the first floor, Beverly tossed a glance over. She wasn't smiling. Eyebrows lightly raised, she looked back over at the two hugging partners, shifting her arms until she could cross them beneath her heaving bust. A bit firmly, she asked "Now, have we made up? Are we all friends, again?" Clara grumbled, and Aisha just kept her silence. As they drew closer, Kimmy's eyes started to widen, her jaw slowly easing open. What the heck was going on here? She hadn't been able to tell from far away, but...Clara and Aisha were hugging in a most...Peculiar manner.
For starters, the both of them had dropped their underwear around their ankles, leaving the two of them more or less locked in place. If they tried squirming away, the panty-shackles binding their feet would trip them up. On top of that, the two of them weren't so much hugging each other as they were groping each other; reaching past each other's hips, they had both hands sticking up under the back of each other's uniforms, the both of them getting a nice, big handful of each other's rear. However, the cherry on top, the thing that really had Kimmy tugging at her collar, was how the two of them were squeezing each other close, pressing their bodies right up against each other. Bad enough that their bosoms were squishing together, but the fronts of their skirts had been flipped up, as well.
She couldn't see it, but her imagination did a more than admirable job: Clara's big, fat cock, reluctantly stiff as a board thanks to her tight cock ring, pressing and rubbing against Aisha's own battering ram, drops of pre shimmering on the tips as creamy and chocolatey bitch-breaker alike thrummed together...Kimmy's eyes were already glazing. Sweat beaded on her forehead like bullets. She had only just then started to calm down a little, but the image in her mind, combined with the insistent buzzing of her cock ring, had her firing back up until she was lifting her skirt, again. Kimmy's libido knew no limits, these days.
When the two of them failed to answer her, Beverly struck an unimpressed pose by stepping a leg forward, then started tapping her foot against the floor. Somewhat flatly, she asserted "Now, girls. You're holding up our visit to the Training Chairs. Are you going to kiss and make up, or am I going to have to find another way to punish you for keeping everyone waiting? Either you make up now like adults, or I spank you like little girls. I can think up lots of ways to force you two into squashing this little spat before the end of the day, you know." Beverly furrowed her brow, a touch. Firmly, she asserted "We don't. Fight. We're a team. Okay? Is that clear?"
Clara gave another grumble. Aisha's jaw was a little tight. There was a tense moment of silence, but then Clara leaned back from the hug, still gripping her partner by the bum, still sealed lap-to-lap with her. The shorter redhead looked up at the Nubian, and after a second or two of deliberation, Aisha was closing her eyes and leaning in, prompting Clara to tilt her head back a little more. Kimmy's eyes nearly crossed. Her eyelids flickered as they fell half-closed. Her jaw hung slack as heat flushed across her skin.
Clara and Aisha shared a few deep kisses, and although they were both a little reluctant at first, a little slow with their motions, it quickly became obvious that Beverly's punishment had melted their spat. After all, it was difficult to stay mad at someone you were making out with; Clara and Aisha's motions swiftly became more fluid, more needy, and eventually, they were even slipping each other their tongues. Aisha gave a quiet, steamy sigh against Clara's cheek, and Clara's hands gently shifted under Aisha's dress, lightly playing with the soft-spoken beauty's chocolate cheeks.
Beverly started to smile. Uncrossing her arms, she held her hips and waited, letting the two of them bend the fraternization rule for a little longer before announcing "Alright, that's enough, girls. Hands off, panties up." Clara and Aisha slowly finished up one last tongue-swirl, then separated, eyes opening halfway as they slid their hands off of each other. Their rigid batons dropped down between them as they both took a little step back, each bending over far to grab their underwear and slide them back up their legs, tucking their hard-ons back inside with little sighs. Smiling wider, Beverly's tone became considerably more warm as she cooed "There. Are we friends again, now? Are we going to get along and apologize for the mean things we said?"
Clara looked a little reluctant for a second or two, but then she quietly offered "...I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I just got upset. Not having a good day, is all...I guess I took it out on you." Aisha waited a moment, then murmured back "I'm sorry, too...I shouldn't have said what I said. I should've realized something was eating you." Clara started to smile, but as she fought it, it simply twisted into a high, sneaky smirk. A little suggestively, she remarked "We'll make up more tomorrow, alright?" Aisha started smiling from ear to ear. Lips barely moving, she gave a quiet mumble to the affirmative. Beverly gave a little giggle, raising a hand to shield her grin. In a bubbly coo, she urged "Now now, girls. Go on, run along to the Endurance Room. The rest of us will be by in a minute."
Clara and Aisha tossed Beverly a glance, then turned and walked off for a hallway that led into the maids' section of the first floor. Beverly drew in a quick, deep breath, sighed it back out with a cute "Hah," then gave a smart turn to face Kimmy and Hitomi, beaming them a perky smile. Hitomi gave a little shrug, held a hip, and asked "What's going on? What was that all about?" Beverly started walking over, giving a carefree little backhand wave, up by her shoulder. "Oh, nothing serious," she casually answered, "just a little fight. After what happened earlier, I don't blame anyone for feeling a little stressed. Tempers get a little short, people say things they don't mean. Anyway."
Beverly walked past the two, briefly watching them from past her shoulder as she cooed "You two just stay right there. I'm just gonna go grab Berri and Courtney, and then we can all head off for the Endurance Room, together. 'Kay?" Hitomi nodded, while Kimmy gave a quick mumble to the affirmative. As soon as Beverly had disappeared up on the second floor, Kimmy was looking over at Hitomi, quietly asking "...What do you think that was all about?" Hitomi just raised her eyebrows and shrugged. Kimmy narrowed an eye, adding "Do the two of them not like each other, or something? I never saw them giving each other dirty looks, or anything."
Hitomi briefly sank her brow at the idea. "No," she mumbled, "I've never seen the two of them fight, before. I've seen Beverly have to do that kind of fight-fix to Berri and Courtney, though...And once to Clara and Berri, too. Really, mostly just Berri. Aisha and Clara, though? They always seemed fine with each other." Hitomi briefly tilted her head to the side, giving a little shrug in the process. "Maybe Clara's just having a bad day," she commented. "Like Beverly said, Clara's sounded a little stressed out, today. Bet Brandy's getting to her." Kimmy gave a little nod. She held a hip, looked down at the floor, and shuffled a foot, idly pointing out "Yeah, I think I noticed, a couple times. She got a little agitated during the jerk-off instructions, earlier. Maybe she woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
Hitomi similarly looked around at nothing much in particular, quietly mumbling a simple "Yeah..." They were both quiet for a few moments, but eventually, Kimmy looked over, smiled a little, and more casually remarked "Well, I guess there aren't any hard feelings, if the two of them have a date for Blue Balls Day." Hitomi grinned, gave Kimmy a conspiratorial glance, and pondered aloud "I wonder who the bottom will be?" Kimmy started grinning. With a playful lilt, she mused "Hard to say...Clara would be more of a top, I think, but if she really has a lot of stress to work off, maybe she'd rather get it than give it." Hitomi giggled, but when she heard three sets of footsteps approaching from somewhere on the second floor, she was quick to raise a hand to her mouth and stifle the noise.
Once Beverly had led Berri and Courtney downstairs, she smiled at the two lingering traps, gestured off to the hallway Clara and Aisha had previously disappeared down, and cheerily instructed "Okay, you two! Come along, now! Time for the next Endurance Day game!" Hitomi gave an excited nodding, while Kimmy just gave a wide smile. The two of them fell in behind Beverly and dutifully followed as she led the way, guiding the four of them down into the maids' personal wing until they met up with Clara and Aisha, already waiting at an unmarked metal door Kimmy had never seen the other side of, before. In fact, come to think of it, she couldn't remember ever really noticing it, before. Had Beverly even pointed it out, during her initial tour of the mansion?
With a smile and a flourish of her wrist, Beverly reached into her bikini top and pulled out a key, fitting it to the doorknob with a neat click. With a little grin, Berri leaned in close to Kimmy from behind, melodramatically muttering "Be afraid, Kimmy...Be very, very afraid. We're about to descend into the spooky sex dungeon of House Venus! Nobody can help you, now!" Clara and Aisha both smiled, Shelly gave a big grin, and Hitomi just tittered to herself. Kimmy smirked, glanced over her shoulder, and dryly remarked "I'm shaking, Berri." Berri gave a playful chuckle, and as Beverly pushed the door in, the punky maid behind her ominously remarked "Not yet, but you will be, trust me."
"Single file, girls," Beverly instructed in a bubbly coo, flipping a light switch set in the wall, brightening the painted red walls. Stepping down onto the hardwood stairs, she held the guardrail in the wall and, as they began trickling in behind her, added "Watch your step, please." "Yes, mom," Berri immediately teased. Standing behind the milfy Brit, Kimmy could immediately spy the way she shook her head at what she no doubt perceived as immaturity. Beverly barely chuckled before she retorted "Berri, if I were your mother, I would've spanked you a long time ago for all the attitude you like showing me." Berri chuckled. "You love it," she teased, worsening the welt by chiming in an extra little "Belt or paddle?"
Kimmy started to smile. Shelly gave a chortle of her own before she drawled out "Oh, she'd use her hand on you, babe." Courtney finally gave a quiet titter at that particular mental image, which evidently doused Berri's thirst for banter, because she quieted right down, after that. The air around Kimmy's body quickly chilled to a noticeable degree as they all descended, and after about thirty steps, the group finally reached the bottom, dispersing before the doorway. Even before Kimmy had a clear line of sight, she could tell that the room was decently sized, and the narrow pairs of tubes dangling from the ceiling was definitely a nerve-racking red flag. When the maids cleared enough to give Kimmy a clear view of the surreal spread arrayed before her, all she could do was mumble aloud "Oh. My. Gosh. "Giant sex toys" was no joke, huh?"
Hitomi grinned, giggled, and elbowed her, as if to say "Told ya!"
Spread out before the group, stretched out in a long column down the center of the room, were a collection of devices that, were it not for their sleek, futuristic veneer, would seem downright medieval in their purpose. If Kimmy could compare them to anything at first glance, each of the devices was like some sort of dentist's chair, a full-body recliner for the occupant to relax back into. None of the chairs had any sharp corners or harsh twists in their design; obviously meant to be aesthetically pleasing, there were nothing but gentle slopes and smooth lines. Each chair had a headrest, two armrests, and adjustable leg supports that were clearly meant to hold the occupant's limbs up and open...Not to mention multiple restraints at several key points of the body.
The chair's cushions were bright white and had a slick lustre to them, like leather. Each chair was set over a thick, solid base of white polymer, complete with a wide display of LEDs on the side, arranged in some kind of horizontal progression meter of zeroes, meant to keep track of who knew what. Each chair had a thick pair of headphones hanging from a peg on the back, and to accompany them, there appeared to be some kind of visor-like attachment at the back of each chair's headrest, a sleek horizontal bar of black plastic. If that was where it ended, the chairs would certainly seem odd, but Kimmy would figure them more for full-body virtual reality devices than any sort of sex toy. It was the final, highly visible addition that made abundantly plain their nefarious purpose.
Supported by a rubber-ringed support in the ceiling, each chair had both a groin-level pump as well as a face-level dildo, but the shiver-inducing catch of the whole arrangement was that one chair's pump led directly to the partner chair's dildo. Kimmy could only imagine that that meant one thing: any "milkings" got sucked up and fed straight to the person in the other chair, thanks to that peculiar lolly they had to wet their whistle with. Each chair had a thick power cord running from the base down into the floor, and set off to the side, just slightly spaced apart from the ten sex machines, was a lone office chair at a similarly designed computer terminal sitting on a little shelf protruding from the wall, all white polymer and rounded edges.
"Here we are, the Endurance Room," Beverly announced, a chipper sigh underlying the words. Beverly walked over to the nearest pair of chairs, turned to face the lot of them, held her hips, and smiled. Nodding to the side, she asked "Now, everyone's quite familiar with how these work, I'm sure, but can I have a volunteer to help show Kimmy how they work?" Without hesitation, Shelly grinned and said "Me, I'll do it." Kimmy raised her eyebrows a little, smiling as the chiselled Aussie stepped forward. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she beckoned Kimmy to join her, and after a quick pat on the bum from Hitomi, Kimmy skipped forward.
The two of them walked up to Beverly, and as Shelly started pulling off her clothes, Beverly crooked a finger for Kimmy's eye. With a smile, she pointed to the right-side armrest of the chair she was beside, pointing out something Kimmy hadn't been close enough to spot, before: a fat, red button, just there on the side of the armrest, right where someone's thumb would fall if they were gripping the end of the support. Beverly raised her eyebrows and firmly asserted "Now, Kimmy, this is very important. This button, right here...This is your stop button. Think of it like a safe word. Once you're in the Training Chair, it'll just keep going until you either hit this button, or I shut it down, myself, from the admin console."
With a bright grin, Beverly added "Don't forget, okay? Last thing you wanna do is forget from all the pleasure and wind up getting trained for a lot longer than you would've liked." Kimmy gave a somewhat nervous smile. Eyes quickly shifting about the Training Chair's many features, she mumbled "Ehh...Aren't we getting a little ahead of ourselves? I don't even really know what the Training Chair does." Beverly gave a titter. The light, metallic jangle of dog tags fluttered into Kimmy's ear just as Beverly pointed past her side, cooing "You're right, you're right. Let's strap Sheila in, and I'll go over everything, for you."
Kimmy looked over to find the muscular babe standing completely in the buff, having pulled off every last article of clothing besides her boyfriend's dog tags. Kimmy had to give a gulp when she noticed precisely how eager Shelly really was: not only was her meat-horn hard as a rock and sticking right out, but the foreskin-shrouded tip had a nice glob of pre-cum hanging on it, threatening to drip off at any second. Fist to a hip, she gave Kimmy a grin, throwing her other hand through her ponytail as she remarked "I'm ready, Bev, let's do this." As soon as Beverly stepped over, Shelly started climbing onto the chair, parking herself on the edge before turning to the side and throwing her legs up onto the supports.
With a big, lecherous smile, Shelly laid back into the chair, set her arms over the appropriate rests, and got comfortable. In the end, her body was lying back at a steep diagonal angle, but not so steep that she'd be horizontal, keeping her upright enough that that multicoloured dildo hanging in front of her was within reach. Beverly beckoned Kimmy closer, a big smile on her face as she reached under Shelly's armrests. With a neat, mechanical "vrrr," Beverly pulled out a black, silken restraint from underneath the arm support, capped with a little silver fastening. Beverly stretched the restraint across Shelly's wrist, brought it down to the other side of the armrest, then clipped it in.
"Now," Beverly explained, "everyone in the Training Chairs gets restrained for two reasons: one, you're supposed to relax and enjoy yourself, and two, even though the long sex session will probably have you quaking and shifting and jerking around, the restraints will help keep you nice and still until you call it quits with your stop button. That's all." Starting to grin, now, Beverly secured Shelly's arm at the elbow, then moved around to her other side to do the other arm. In a playful coo, she added "Just relax, surrender to the restraints, and let the chair do it's work. Just give in and go along for the ride...Right, Sheila?"
Shelly grinned. As Beverly pulled a restraint across her waist, clipping it down by her side like a seatbelt, the Aussie chirped "Right, go along for the ride, heh heh." When a couple chortles filled the group behind her, Kimmy swallowed some excess saliva, shooting a sheepish look up at Beverly. The Head Maid secured Shelly's legs with a pair of restraints across her thighs, then gestured to the headphones and visor to the back of the chair. With a wink, Beverly looked Kimmy in the eyes and explained "Now, while you're in the Training Chair, you're gonna have these headphones and goggles on. While you're in the chair, you're gonna be watching and listening to a special porn video I made, myself! This week, it's all about the sort of feminization training we get here, at House Venus."
Beverly giggled, briefly closed her eyes, and raised a hand, making the effeminate gesture of holding her cheek, for a moment. With a wide smile, she made a point of looking off to the side for a second as she leaned in a little closer. Dropping her voice to a faux-whisper, she loudly breathed "I hope you like it, it was lots of fun to put together!" Kimmy broke out into a shy smile, averting her eyes from Bev's before she went red. A feminization video, huh?...Well, nothing too new for her, but if Bev put it together, herself, it must've been raunchy. The Aryan grinned at her reaction, pointing over at the elaborate cock pump and dildo setup hanging from the ceiling, joining both Training Chairs. Each of the cock pumps were a clear, plastic-like sheath, shaped like a cylinder with a black rubber ring at the base for both ease of sealing and the wearer's own comfort.
More striking than that, however, was the way there appeared to be another black ring on the inside of the sheath, itself. What purpose it could've served, Kimmy wasn't quite sure, but if she had to venture a guess, she would've figured the ring might've been meant to pass back and forth to stimulate the occupant. The far end of the cylinder had two different transparent tubes running out of it: one that fed down into the base of the Training Chair, no doubt into a motor that would enact the pumping rhythm, and a second tube that ran nice and high up to the ceiling, curved back around on the little support fixed there, and fed right back down into the dildo facing the opposite chair. Lewd, lewd indeed. Here's hoping mouthwash comes with the post-workout shower.
With a gleeful grin, Beverly explained the full extent of the Training Chair's regimen. Pointing at the cock pump in front of Shelly, she said "Now that, of course, goes on your little friend, and while it's pumping and sucking on your dong, the ring inside slides back and forth, so your front's getting off all the while." With a giggle, she slid her finger up along the cock pump's tube, followed it all the way to the opposite dildo, and cheerily remarked "Try to edge as long as you can, but when you can't hold on any more, go ahead and cum all you want - it'll get fed to your partner, every time. Which leads me to the dildos!"
Kimmy's skin was already feeling flushed as she mumbled "Uh huh?" With a wink, Beverly pointed to the dildo hanging at face-level, secured to a small, unobtrusive piston arrangement. Each of the dildos were multi-coloured in thick bands of colour, complete with transparent egg-shaped testicles in an underslung beanbag, both imitation balls visibly sloshing with a clear, pink-tinged fluid. "While you're in the Training Chair," Beverly explained, "the dildo's gonna fuck your mouth, a little. Not to worry, though! It won't throat you, and it'll move nice and slow, nice and gentle. It'll be like giving your boyfriend a long blowjob, after work - you'll just relax and suck on it, for a while. He'll probably bust a few times, when you least expect it!"
Beverly gave a bubbly giggle, and Shelly grinned to herself. Kimmy just blinked and tried not to break out into a sweat. Beverly reached up and, still grinning, gently tickled the dildo's balls with her fingertips, adding "And, if your partner calls it quits before you? Not to worry! If the suction on the other pump stops, your dildo'll start dripping this juice, in here. Think of it like pre-cum! It'll help keep you nice and hydrated, heh heh." Beverly gave a playful shrug with her eyebrows as she pointed down between the leg supports, drawing Kimmy's eyes to a little hatch-like section on the front of the chair's base, a narrow set of vertical panels. "And there," she readily explained, "is where the second dildo's gonna come out. Anal Day might be over, but we still need to train our stamina, and neglecting our tooshies would just be silly."
Shelly grinned, again. Face already looking a little flushed, she gently shifted against her bondage, remarking "We're like bulls, and these are our milkers. We were led down here to get a good milking going, right, mate?" Beverly winked, snapped her fingers, and gave Shelly a point. A couple husky chuckles drifted around the other maids, behind Kimmy. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of Kimmy's pink face as Beverly grinned, lightly took her by the shoulders, and asked "So, ready for a sex marathon, hon?" Beverly shrugged with her eyebrows again, audibly holding back a laugh as she added "If you can't last at least half an hour, you get punished with a spanking, but if you last longer than everyone else, you get a special prize. Think you can do it?"
Kimmy gave a quaking, sheepish smile, but it quickly split into an excited grin. She gave a jittery nod, confidently asserting "I, uh, I can try!"
That was all anyone needed to hear. In moments, the crowd was dispersing, partners forming pairs at adjacent Training Chairs. Everyone started pulling off their clothes, each leaving them in a neat, folded pile at the foot of their waiting thrones, setting their discarded heels right beside. Kimmy climbed aboard her Training Chair with just a whisper of trepidation, still feeling a little unsure of precisely what she could expect. She set herself over the split seat and lined her arms and legs up with the supports, waiting for Beverly to come and secure her in.
When Hitomi climbed into her own Training Chair, Kimmy found that their legs couldn't help but dangle against each other, touching and brushing against each other. She could only imagine that with the leg rests ending at the knee, the partners were no doubt meant to feel each other, during the act - as if it wasn't enough that each pair of partners were feeding each other their spunk with every orgasm, but they would also have to feel each other's legs all throughout, to feel the way their partner shifted, twitched, and quaked with ecstasy. Kimmy must've looked a little surprised, because Hitomi grinned and giggled at her as she took her seat. The cute ladyboy happily slid into her Training Chair before letting her legs flop down into the space between their thrones, brushing against Kimmy's own with a playful kick.
Kimmy squirmed in her seat with a somewhat self-conscious look on her face, trying her best to get a comfortable spot...A futile effort, considering the "seat" portion of the Training Chair was split up high, exposing the valley of her ass to the underside. The only way she could've been more vulnerable to the dildo waiting under her was if she spread her cheeks and whistled dixie. Eventually, Beverly finished up with everyone else and moved over to them, ready to strap them in for a wild ride. Kimmy watched as the beautiful Aryan decorated Hitomi's faintly caramel-toned skin with stripes of black silk, gently restraining her to all the better subject her to mind-melting ecstasy.
Kimmy watched as Hitomi, smiling all the while, dutifully kept still as Beverly pulled up the visor from the back of the chair, lightly setting the piece of headwear over her eyes in a thick black bar. The headphones went on a moment later, all but cutting Hitomi out from the real world - throw a ball gag in, and she'd be just about helpless. Then, Beverly was reaching over, taking that transparent, cylindrical tube of a cock pump, bringing it over, and delicately sliding it down Hitomi's shaft, letting it suck her in all the way to the base. Right after, she was reaching up and guiding the dildo connected to Kimmy's own pump over to Hitomi's lips, extending the thin metal piston it was connected to until that multicoloured faux-prick could come right up against Hitomi's lips, giving her the opportunity to gently nurse on it until the game began.
With a smile, Beverly gave Hitomi's tummy a little rub, as if to nonverbally reassure her that she wouldn't need to wait long for the fun to start. Hitomi answered with a grin, a little wag of her hips, and a flicker of the tip of her tongue against the dildo pointed right into her face, demonstrating her eagerness without saying a word. At last, Beverly was finally turning her attention to Kimmy, stepping over with a growing smile. As Beverly clipped on her restraints, Kimmy flashed her a somewhat sheepish smile, nervously confirming "So, I just press this button and it all stops, right? Right away?"
Beverly nodded and hummed to the affirmative. As she reached behind Kimmy's seat for her visor, she reassuringly cooed "I'll be right here, keeping an eye on everyone. Just try to relax, hon, you'll have loads of fun!" Kimmy gave a somewhat nervous chuckle, trying not to cringe as she offered a grin. Beverly noticed her lingering unease, pausing, lips gently puckering as an eyebrow arched. After a moment, she gave a smile and started leaning in. Kimmy's eyes flickered a little wider as Beverly's perfume filled her nose. As soon as Beverly's scarlet lips touched her forehead, an intense shudder cascaded down across Kimmy's skin, and when Beverly's soft hand came over between her thighs and gave her a gentle fondle, the poor trap just about flinched, mouth opening in a silent gasp as her legs trembled.
Beverly gave her bits a delicate patting, then pulled back, smiled from ear to ear, and confidently cooed "Don't worry, you're gonna have lots of fun." She winked, grinned, and dropped her voice to a whisper, breathing out "Try to cum as much as you can, okay, hon? Get it all out now, while you can! Remember, tomorrow's Blue Balls Day - no cumming at all!" Kimmy went red and, mouth still ajar, numbly nodded her head. Beverly kept grinning as she slid her hand up Kimmy's shaft, across her smooth belly, and resumed pulling the visor over. Kimmy simply stared off into space as her Head Maid lightly set the headwear over her, securing the visor on her head like a pair of virtual reality goggles, blinding her to the world.
Before the headphones went on, Beverly whispered "Have fun, Kimmy! Do me proud!" Kimmy gave another quick nod, the corners of her lips shakily spreading wide in a giant smile. Yeah, okay! This'll be fun! If Beverly says it's gonna be great, then she trusts her. For her, Kimmy would drain every last drop. Beverly put the headphones on her, and the world went silent. She could only sit there and wait, cut off from the world besides how things touched her, interacted with her body. After a couple seconds, something lightly grazed against the end of her prick, and a second later, the slight suction of the pump was drawing her in, easing down her length until it could seal against her lap, locking her inside.
Ooh, that...That gentle puffing felt pretty good, actually. Not enough to get her off, but definitely enough to break the ice and have her feeling even hornier. Kind of felt like a weaker version of the Auto-Blow, in a way. On top of that, the interior of the tube had apparently been pre-lubed, as well, since her cock promptly went a little damp on the way in, oiled up with one type of fluid or another. When something new brushed against her lips, Kimmy readily puckered up and gave it a gentle kiss. She felt Beverly's hand lightly sweep across her belly, coast down one of her thighs, and casually dip between before sliding off of her knee, electrifying her nerves, forcing Kimmy to give a jittery sigh. Once Beverly's skin disappeared from her's, Kimmy was alone for a few moments, blinded, deafened, immobilized...But then, the show began.
Slowly, a pink shape began to fade into view, straight ahead in the center of Kimmy's field of vision. She watched as, over the span of a few seconds, the pink light refined itself into a cohesive shape, forming cutesy bubble letters. At the same time the words became legible, music slowly began to fade into her headphones, rising up in a deep, grungy electronic riff.
"Welcome to another Endurance Day, gurls! Let's see how Kimmy holds up to the rest of you, shall we?"
Kimmy gave a shy grin, in clear spite of the fact that she wouldn't have even been able to witness any leers she could've been getting, in the first place. Without warning, the pump over her cock jumped to life, prompting her to give a surprised quake, mouth falling open into a little "o" as she drew in a tiny gasp. The constant gentle suction she had been thus far subjected to died off, and then, it gave a firmer, more controlled suck, causing the ring inside to shift. Kimmy didn't hesitate to groan aloud with need when the ring, a snug fit, slid across her slippery shaft from root to tip, gently stimulating her throbbing organ with numerous pliable little knobs.
When the bumps in the ring passed over her tip, Kimmy futilely quaked against her bondage out of sensitivity. Even if she had been able to move her hips, it would've taken her hands to break the suction of the pump. Her legs uncontrollably gave a jitter, and when she felt Hitomi's own give a little tremble against her's, Kimmy couldn't swallow back the needy groan that bubbled up out of her chest. The suction in the pump died down, quickly letting the ring slide back down to her base. It pumped again a second later, rapidly drawing the ring back up Kimmy's length, prompting the girly-boy to give a more resigned, throaty sigh, body relaxing back into the Training Chair. "Just give in," she told herself. "Just relax and have fun. Just let the chair do what it wants."
The bubble letters morphed into something new. "Ready to start draining those balls? No quitters, now! If you don't last at least half an hour, you're a bad gurl, and bad gurls get punished!"
A new pink light gave a couple flashes in the lower-left corner of Kimmy's field of view, promptly exposing multiple zeroes separated by colons. After the flashes stopped, the numbers rapidly began shifting in a timer, counting the seconds down to the milliseconds. Gently, the shape against Kimmy's lips began to push forward against her mouth, announcing it's intentions with a quick little droplet of "pre-cum." Kimmy opened her mouth without hesitation, offering a steamy exhale as she extended her tongue. Slowly, the dildo pushed between her parted lips, sliding in across her tongue until it reached the two-thirds mark of her mouth. Then, it paused, giving her an opportunity to close her lips on it and glide her tongue around it.
After another quick dribble of tasteless, sappy pre-cum, the dildo gently withdrew a couple inches, paused, and slid back in. Kimmy gave a throaty moan, sighing through her nose. Just as the song opened up into the first crescendo and blasted the beat, the text changed one last time: "Suck n' fuck, gurls! Relax and slurp that cock, and don't forget to hold on for as long as you can!"
Images abruptly began to flash before Kimmy's eyes. A man's deep voice abruptly kicked into the song, demanding "Who's your daddy?" A hot flush passed over Kimmy's skin almost instantly, but making matters worse was a girl's high voice immediately answering "You're my daddy!" Kimmy's eyelids flickered, and a deep, satisfied groan drifted out of her, vibrating against the dipstick slowly filling her mouth, back and forth. The images were all flashing at her for little more than half a second, and while that wasn't long enough for her to ogle any individual picture, it was still long enough for her to make out what they collectively were: oodles and oodles of t-girls, or at least effeminate cross-dressers like herself, all in various cheeky poses, showing off the lingerie they wore, the bulges they made...
Kimmy's breathing grew huskier. She tried to shift her hips, to gently buck them into the lovely little toy playing with her thrumming manhood, but her restraints kept her still, forcing her to play nice. A quick video clip interrupted the flashing images, little more than a transsexual porn star posing in a pink nightie, easing down one of her cups to show off a breast, a firm nipple. Then, the flashing images returned, this time focusing on hard cocks in panties. Flaccid manhoods filling out transparent lingerie, ass shots of thongs riding up apple bottoms, stiff batons bulging out innocent panties or jutting out below garter belts...Kimmy saw all the bases being hit, and it made her groan.
Voices started to accompany the music, and although most of them were just inarticulate moans and cries from women, sprinkled amongst them were orders, declarations. Kimmy couldn't always make them out against the music and moaning, but amongst the ones that she could hear, "You wanna be a girl?" and "Suck that dick!" seemed to be the most common. Kimmy followed the perceived orders as well as she could, doing her best to drool against the dildo gently pistoning back and forth between her lips. When the flashing images were replaced with a cute shemale on a bed, done up in pink makeup, skinny little thong pulled to the side so she could work it for the camera, Kimmy gave a steamy sigh and merely stared.
"Are you touching yourself?"
"Hee-hee! You wanna be a girl?"
"Suck that dick!"
Kimmy could only give a slow blink as the voices drifted in and out of her ears. The suction against her cock slowly escalated, prompting the ring stimulating her to move faster. She briefly closed her eyes at the escalation of pressure, but all the same, she did her best to will her muscles to relax into jelly. The video switched over to a different one, a point of view aimed down squarely at some shemale's crotch. With dress raised, stockings tall, and black and white, ruffled panties pulled down, she insistently milked her cock with slow, firm tugs, shifting her balls on every pull, making her foreskin slide back and forth across her lube-shined tip.
More flashing images followed, typically of pantied rumps periodically interspersed with short clips of women either pulling on lingerie or doing their makeup. Kimmy could feel Hitomi's legs give a little quake against her, and it made her curl her toes. She tried shifting her knees as the ring in her pump kept sliding back and forth across her moist rod, but again, her bindings kept her secured in place. She briefly had to close her eyes at the surge of sensation every time the ring passed the crown of her tip, but it wasn't long before she was staring at the porn, once more. The drool-covered dildo in her mouth eventually collected a droplet against her lower lip on each in stroke, and slowly, it ran down her chin, trickling across her sensitive skin with agonizing slowness.
Slowly, her hands tightened against her armrests, thumb carefully kept just beside her stop button. The moaning in her ears escalated, as did the commands, the urges, some taunting, some just as needy as she was. Girls called her a slut while others told her it was okay to give in; some giggled at her for sucking cock, others breathily begged her to do it faster. When a new video played, this time a point of view from the giver of a blowjob, Kimmy's nostrils flared. Ohh, God, she loved this concept - during her break week, she definitely knew what kind of new porn she'd be indulging in.
"We know what you want!"
"Keep watching, slut!"
"How hard are you?"
Judging from the figure of the person bouncing back and forth in her field of view, they must've been a t-girl, Kimmy dimly guessed. She was already too out of it to notice the way the bobbing of her dildo quickly synchronized with the video. Instead, she was just trying not to groan and shift in her seat as the suction in her pump hiked up even further, jerking her off even harder with the internal ring. She kept her toes curled and squeezed at her armrests as the video kept playing, those curvy hips gently pumping against her face, veiny, blushing, spit-shined shaft gliding in and out just below her field of view. Eventually, the hips pulled back far enough for the cock to slip free, letting the blushing red helmet pop free. A moment later, the viewpoint ducked in close, pressing against the shemale's full, heavy balls.
Kimmy could see the skin shift from tongue play for a few seconds, and then, the sucker pulled back, lined themselves back up, and slid back down on that big cock, prompting a cacophony of moans to fill Kimmy's ears. The humping pace intensified, and all Kimmy could do was stare, glassy-eyed, trying to keep herself from panting. Oh, if only she were really sucking that meaty prick...She'd give almost anything to actually be on her knees, worshipping that big thing. Kimmy's nostrils started to flare as she slowly began huffing, lightly gasping for air. Toes still curled, her legs gave a gentle twitch. She was getting close, the slow burn of ecstasy was rocking her loins, but she was doing her best to stave off her end. Judging by the twitching and quaking Hitomi's legs were giving against her's, her partner must've been struggling to hold on, too.
Kimmy silently cheered for her, imploring her to hold out, with her. This was Endurance Day, and they were partners - they needed to be each other's moral support, even if they couldn't communicate! The field of view in the video suddenly dunked further in, slowly sliding in deeper and deeper. The faint sounds of gagging joined the moans and lurid demands in Kimmy's ears, and steadily, the dildo in her mouth eased in deeper to match the video. Kimmy did her best to relax, but when the dildo pressed to the back of her mouth, she closed her eyes, knees trembling in their ache to seal shut. Hitomi's legs stretched out a little, tensing up against Kimmy's. A few moments passed, and then, they went slack, dropping back down.
Without any further warning, something warm and thick abruptly began to ooze from the end of the dildo in Kimmy's mouth, weakly flowing out before abruptly firing out in a brief jet, splashing the back of her throat with a syrupy sludge. Kimmy opened her eyes in surprise, immediately giving a swallow out of uncontrollable reflex. The warm honey-like gunk slowly crept down the inside of her throat, and when another little trickle flowed into her mouth, Kimmy readily swallowed the rest of it, finishing it off. Eyes wide, sweat beading on her brow, her nostrils flared as a single vague thought registered in her mind, dazed and confused: "Oh my God, I just drank Hitomi's cum!"
The ladyboy had just gone right ahead and busted, blowing her first load right into the cock pump sucking at her prick...Letting her fresh milkings get fed right over to her partner. Even if Kimmy had known it'd be coming, it was just such a kinky thought, the reality of it was just so shocking, she couldn't hold on. The sucker in the video pulled back with a feminine gasp, coughed, and looked up at their darling. Standing over the sucker, hands to her hips and a big smile on her face, was none other than Beverly, as naked as the day she had been born. Smile widening even further, she bent over far towards the camera, winked, and playfully murmured "You're my good little cocksucker, aren't you?" That added touch was all Kimmy needed to lose her cool.
Kimmy's eyes started to twitch back into her skull. She tried to buck her hips, tried to pull her knees shut, all to no avail. Her legs gave a couple jittery fidgets before she held her breath, and then, with a loud, tense groan, she started shooting her first wad, spewing thick lances into her cock pump, one after the other. The suction briefly escalated to draw her spunk up the tube, but once the cargo was en route, it settled. She gasped for air, but slowly, the orgasm subsided, yet all the same, the ring inside her cock pump never stopped moving. Kimmy shut her eyes and groaned again, halfheartedly begging for mercy, pulling against her bondage. Too sensitive, she was too sensitive - her refractory period was being utterly ignored, she needed at least a few seconds to calm down!
When Hitomi's legs gave another shift after a few moments, Kimmy stopped fighting with a mindless moan, forcing herself to relax. God, her load was probably being fed to the other trap, right then and there...Hope she liked the taste. Hope it was big enough to get her off. She couldn't believe this didn't count as fraternization. This was all just a game, right?...Just a way to test their stamina? Quick video clips started flashing before her eyes, all of gorgeous shemales lubing up their toys of choices, ranging from dildos to plugs and more ornately shaped wands designed specifically to vibrate against the prostate. Scattered here and there were homemade clips of traps easing themselves onto wall-mounted dildos, slowly seating themselves upon their surrogate boyfriends.
"You want it in your ass?"
"Streeetch it open!"
"Train it, fuck it hard!"
Kimmy moaned like a bitch in heat, tilting her head back, quaking against her bondage. Was the dildo under her going to kick in, now? Was she going to get it from all three sides, play the tender meat in a four-way sandwich? Cock in her mouth, a sucking lover on her prick, and a meaty shaft scooping out her tush - dare she dream the ultimate fantasy? When something small and damp abruptly came up under her, Kimmy couldn't help but flex her cock hard, barely budging the cock pump sealed to her lap. Whatever it was, it slid into her rosebud almost instantly, pushing through her ring straight into her velvety confines. There was a momentary pause, and then a lukewarm fluid began squirting out from the object, flowing into her rump like a warm, viscous sap.
Kimmy groaned urgently and shook against her bondage. Having her refractory period ignored, enduring the sharp, almost agonizing ecstasy forced onto her prick, combined with having some kind of goop squirted into her ass? She closed her eyes to try and block out the sights, but the sounds kept filling her ears, deafening her with the loud techno music and the needy, echoing cries of horny babes. The tiny little spout was pulled back out of her tush a moment later, and before Kimmy could even think of pushing the goop out of herself, something bigger was pressing against her pucker. The rounded, slippery head of a firm manhood slid up between her cheeks and pressed against her vulnerable pucker, ready to slide on in and make itself at home. Kimmy breathed hard and moaned against the dildo fucking her mouth, whining, trying to buck her hips. Getting it from both sides would be too much!
The dildo started pushing against her, steadily ramping up the pressure against her well-trained ring. When a soft hand delicately touched her tummy, feeling the way she breathed, Kimmy went still. Was that Beverly? It must've been, right? Dew welled up in Kimmy's eyes as the hand slowly slid up her body to her chest, gently cupping one of her little buds, thumb delicately passing back and forth across her firm nubbin of a nipple. When Kimmy felt a pair of puffy lips slowly press to her forehead in a tender kiss, she closed her eyes, letting out a deep, shuddery sigh. The dildo kept pushing against her until, at last, it eased into her big ring, stretching her wide around itself.
As soon as it started gliding on in, as soon as it had passed her rosebud and entered her backdoor proper, Kimmy gave a satisfied groan. She could already feel her heartbeat thrumming in her ass as the dildo slid deeper, passing the electric zone of her prostate. She could feel the lube trickling out of her, but most of it thankfully remained inside, keeping her nice and goopy as the dildo explored her catacombs. She opened her eyes and stared, eyes glazed, as a new video started. This time, it was from the taker's point of view: looking downwards, the camera showed off Hitomi, down on her knees, completely naked. Cock stiff as a board, she looked up at the camera with big, bright eyes as she bobbed her head, wildly sucking away at the rigid hard-on sticking out from the taker's lap.
Getting a blowjob from Hitomi? Kimmy could think of worse fantasies. She stared, transfixed, as her chatty partner put her mouth to good use, obviously enjoying herself as she noisily worked at the task before her, letting her lips slide back and forth with every stroke. The taker eventually reached out and held Hitomi's head, and judging by the painted black fingernails, Kimmy would've guessed that the taker was Berri. Just the thought had her moaning, panting, and jerking against her bondage. Some friends, huh? They shoot porn vids together in their free time, then give them to Beverly for her Endurance Day montages? God, what if Hitomi wanted to be friends with benefits with her, too?
The figure standing over her kept thumbing her nipple until Kimmy threw her head back and descended into another climax, moaning at the top of her lungs all the while. The figure slipped their hand away, and Kimmy was alone once more, shaking and quaking as she dumped her second load into the eager cock pump sealed to her. The dildo in her ass withdrew a few inches, then pumped back in, starting up a quick, deep rhythm, veritably plowing her well-trained ass, dominating her trappy keister. Hitomi's legs trembled against her's, and within moments, more thick slop was trickling from the end of the dildo in Kimmy's mouth, flowing even more ladyboy cream across her defenceless tongue.
"Beautiful cock!"
"Fuck your ass! Fuck it deep!"
"Train it, train it for big dick! Use more lube, if you have to!"
Kimmy stared as dozens of images of rigid pricks flew past her eyes, some drippy with pre-cum, some rubbing together, some from a downwards angle. The dildo in her ass kept grinding across her special spot until, uncontrollably, Kimmy could feel sap flowing up her cock, helplessly milked right out her by the reaming she was being subjected to. When the dildo abruptly began to vibrate, Kimmy's entire body gave a quake. Another quick spurt of semen was pushed up her cum-vein, oozing right on out of her in a long, drawn-out anal orgasm. The videos returned, and this time, it was all girly little traps like her, sitting on their sides with their asses facing their cameras, gleefully showing off how hard and fast they could fuck themselves with their dildos of choice, cocks tucked back between their thighs to show off the pearly sap dripping away from their neglected manhoods.
"Milk your ass! Drain those balls!"
"Cum! Cum, you little butt-slut!"
"Sweet sissy girl!"
Kimmy shuddered and wailed. Not that word - it was humiliating! Her eyes started to cross as more images flashed through her field of vision, interspersed with demands, statements, key words to turn her on even more: feminized, crave cock, cumdump, fake tits, chastity...Even as her ass relaxed, even as the rigid cock up her tush kept having it's way with her, Kimmy stayed as hard as steel, breathing in short, panting huffs as she took her training like a good little girl. Her body eventually descended into a limp, relaxed state, but at regular intervals, some pang of pleasure would make a tense wave cross her body from head to toe, waking her up all over again. She never paid attention to the timer in the corner of her vision.
At first, the forced orgasms were torturous, but after some tears and mouthfuls from Hitomi, Kimmy was hungrily resigning herself. The more she came, however, the harder it became to cum again, and slowly, the splatters she and Hitomi fed each other grew more infrequent. It wasn't long before Kimmy was having dry orgasms, milked utterly dry by the double stimulation she was contending with...But then, eventually, some fluid returned, the femboy having remained in the chair long enough for her drug-enhanced balls to churn out more froth. As time wore on, Kimmy could even feel herself slipping into a surreal, zen-like state.
No matter the stimulation to her cock, she could keep herself from flexing her ass, and vice versa. She found she was in control of her own orgasms; perennially coasting the edge, she could make herself cum with just a few hard flexes of her cock, and after some tingling, the massaging build-up to edging happened all over, again. Soaked in sweat, breathing ragged, heart pounding in her ears, time started losing meaning for the big-bootied trap. Eventually, new stimulation was introduced to change up her training, to test her newfound endurance. The big dildo slid out of her ass, and in exchange, a wide plug came against her, pushing hard against her rear. The strain made Kimmy grunt, made her cock flex - the plug stretched her pulsing hole open to maximum capacity, but at last, it shoved itself into her depths.
The thick bulb of the plug came right against her girly P-spot, then suddenly began vibrating, causing a constant stream of electric currents to blast back and forth between her rear and her front, tingling her cock through her ass. The sharpness of the pleasure, the piercing ecstasy flooding her ass, had Kimmy squeaking and shaking, feebly jerking against her bindings. Her eyes almost shut, she desperately fluttered her eyelashes, trying to open her eyes again, trying not to black out. Choked, high-pitched warbles caught in her throat, muffled by the dripping cock in her mouth. Her legs shook and stretched out right alongside Hitomi's, and with her belly expanding and contracting from her harsh breaths, with her fists clenched at her armrests, the girly-boy blew yet another load, this one more violent than any before.
The streamers splashed around against the interior of her cock pump, wildly spritzing and sprinkling here and there, splattering the walls of the transparent pump with a thin, white-streaked sap. Kimmy gave a long, low, tense groan, but when another load trickled against her tongue, she greedily swallowed it all, nursing at the dildo until her cheeks hollowed, doing her best to suck out Hitomi's spunk until she had gotten every last drop. She stopped fighting her heavy eyelids and let them sit closed, eyes twitching back up into her skull as the moans kept filling her ears. She was in heaven...Constant satisfaction, milking her like a slut, milking her like a bull. So much naughty milk, built up in her system...
To her surprise, Hitomi's legs started to shift in a new way. Within a minute, they were closing together, then moving to the side. Kimmy was drawn out of her stupor in an instant. Was Hitomi calling it quits? Kimmy glanced over at the clock in her peripheral vision, mindlessly staring at her time. By God...She had already been in the Training Chair for over an hour and a half. One hour and forty-three minutes of nothing but constant sex...She had had some long jerk-off sessions in the past, but none at this intensity. Maybe it was silly of her, but she didn't want to be alone, completely cut off from the world - if Hitomi was calling it quits, if she didn't have somebody doing this with her, if she couldn't feel Hitomi enduring alongside her, she felt less inclined to go along. Her thumb shifted to her stop button, then pressed.
In an instant, the videos and images flooding her visor cut to black, the moans and music in her headphones went dead, and the dildo in her mouth froze in place. The suction on her numb, tingling cock stopped, then the big plug up her ass stopped vibrating, although it remained crammed up her hot, pulsing bum, all the same. Panting, Kimmy sleepily deflated with relief. Oh, God...She needed a shower, pronto. In the background, she could hear the faint, mechanical vurring of the pistons running on other Training Chairs, right alongside the quiet moans and groans of a couple of the other maids. Kimmy laid there in her throne and waited for a few moments, but eventually, someone came to free her.
First, the headphones were pulled from her ears, freeing up the hot, stuffy air that had been trapped inside the noise-dampening cushions. Next, the dildo was eased out of her mouth, freeing her up to breathe more readily. Then, the visor was carefully lifted from her head, unshielding Kimmy's bleary eyes to the light. She opened her eyes a crack to find Beverly standing over her, smiling from ear to ear. Kimmy gave a little groan, making the Aryan grin. Not long after, Hitomi came up by her other side, skin visibly shining with sweat, bangs matted down to her forehead. Like Kimmy, she looked exhausted, but she was grinning, reaching out to stroke her hand up and down Kimmy's slippery chest. In a coo, Beverly asked "Well?...Did you enjoy yourself, hon? Not so scary in the end, right?"
Kimmy smiled and gave a breathless chuckle, letting her eyes fall shut. Hitomi giggled, gently swiping her hand back and forth across Kimmy's chest, delicately rubbing across her tender buds, playing with her stiff nipples and puffy areolae. As Beverly started undoing the bindings on Kimmy's arms, Hitomi breathlessly mumbled "That was a lot of fun, Kimmy...You can sure blow a big load, huh?" Hitomi giggled, then added "I hope we can do Endurance Day together again, some time..." Kimmy could only over a croaking little groan by way of response. Beverly tittered and moved on to Kimmy's legs, observing "Eleven orgasms in a bit under two hours...Very, very impressive, Kimmy. I'm super-duper proud of you, sweetie. For your first Endurance Day, that's really impressive."
Beverly threw Kimmy a grin, adding "I knew you could do it, hee-hee! I knew a horny little thing like you wouldn't give in too early, but you sure went above and beyond the call of duty!" Kimmy left her eyes closed, but she started to smile from ear to ear, lips barely parted as she kept catching her breath. As Hitomi slid her hand away from her budding boobs, the pig-tail sporting trap panted out "Th...Thanks...That video you made...Was really hot, Bev..." Beverly gave a warm hum. She used both hands to delicately pull the pump off of Kimmy's lingering hard-on, one hand to her mons as she stuck a fingernail under the edge of the rubber ring sealed to Kimmy's crotch. With a quick pop, the suction was broken, and the lingering pressure against her prick fell away.
"You liked that, huh," Beverly purred. Kimmy nodded, humming to the affirmative, opening her eyes. Beverly shot her a sultry look as she reached down between Kimmy's leg supports. With a big, knowing smile, Beverly explained "Sheila volunteered to help me with that blowjob clip, last week. It was lots of fun, she gave me lots of input on stuff to add to this week's video. Relax your bum, hon, let's get that plug out of you. Try to push it a little, 'kay?" Kimmy nodded, eyes drifting up to the ceiling. Beverly started lightly pulling at the plug, prompting the greenhorn maid to shut her eyes. God damn, that thing was gonna pull her asshole out! She did her best to relax, to push, but it took several long moments before her abused sphincter finally dilated one last time, letting the houseguest vacate the premises.
Kimmy opened her dewy eyes with a faint sigh, both of exertion and of victory. Hot lube, left over from the reaming, trickled out of her in a goopy wave, making her groan. When Hitomi walked over and peered down between her legs, her eyes went wide. Without even thinking, she blurted out "Holy crap, look at that gape! Her asshole's huge!" Kimmy didn't even blush. She simply closed her legs and started trying to pull herself up to her numb feet, mindlessly admitting "Yeah, I...I played with my ass a lot, remember?..."
Beverly smiled, hummed a chuckle, and gave Hitomi a wink, confidently offering "Kimmy's no amateur, Hitomi, don't worry about her. She's a big girl, her big bum can handle a little workout." Kimmy found herself grinning and giggling. Once she was on her feet, she nearly stumbled, giving a little sway before catching herself. God, she felt so empty, inside...After going so long with a hard rod ramming out her void, she couldn't help but feel like there was just so much open space, back there. Her cock was numb, tingling, and even though she wasn't really firm anymore, the extended suction kept her cock from shrinking, leaving it a red, heavy sausage, drooping down past her spent undercarriage.
She turned to face Hitomi and Beverly, eyes coasting across the rest of the machines to see who was still hooked up. Courtney was still going, no big surprise there. Clara was still in her machine, as well, probably trying hard to work off the stress that had been beleaguering her. Aisha and Berri were both long gone, and Shelly, standing in the background with a smirk on her face, had only recently disembarked, from the look of things. Her muscular, curvaceous body was still shiny and shimmery with perspiration, and that big, uncut cock was still drooping long and red from the workout, but the Aussie had already gotten her breathing under control, observing the three of them with a fist to a hip.
Beverly nodded to the side, urging "Go on, go have a shower, you two. When you're done, come back here, grab your clothes, and finish up your chores, please. We still have a couple hours before dinnertime." Kimmy gave a nod. Trying not to stumble, trying not to shuffle her feet or walk bow-legged after the abuse the space between her thighs had taken, she and Hitomi walked between the Training Chairs on their way to the exit, leaving their clothes behind. As soon as they had reached her, Shelly grinned, came over, and threw an arm around Kimmy's shoulders, pulling the short trap right against her moist body. When Kimmy got close enough to smell Shelly's skin, her sweat, that peachy perfume she wore, a fresh surge flickered in her cock, but nothing came of it. She was happily, completely...Spent.
With a grin, Shelly walked side-by-side with her, nearly pulling Kimmy's face into her tit from the headlock-like hold she had on her. With a quick chortle, she asked "Hey, you did good, mate. First time in the chair, and you beat an hour! How you feelin'?" Kimmy gave a big, open-mouth smile, offered a contented sigh, and threw her arm around Shelly's waist. After a deep, satisfied hum, she groaned out "I feel great..." Shelly ruffled her fingers through Kimmy's hair, encouragingly chuckling out "That's the spirit, heh heh. C'mon, let's wash up. The three of us can shower down, together..."
Kimmy couldn't stop smiling as the three of them walked stiffly to the bathrooms. After a relaxing soak in the showers together, punctuated by a quick bit of mouthwash, she and Hitomi grabbed their clothes and got back to work. After the tiring experience they had gone through together, neither one of them was feeling particularly chatty, and the both of them found the vacuuming to be a generally relaxing exercise, compared to getting so thoroughly used by their Training Chairs. Even though the two of them were moving a little rigidly after the extended abuse their tailpipes had caught, they were all grins as they finally finished up their work for the day.
Kimmy just felt so blissfully satisfied, the chore passed by in a blur, as if she had simply stretched and yawned it away. With the usual dinnertime minutes away, the two new friends rounded up their vacuums and, with weary grunts of exertion, hefted them up and carefully ferried them back downstairs, sticking them into storage. When they walked into the canteen, they found the others yawning, stretching, doing their best not to doze off as they munched away on little quesadillas, salad bowls, and fruit slices, washing it all down with another tall glass of fresh fruit smoothie.
Kimmy and Hitomi got their trays, sat down, and quietly ate away, trying their best to stay awake, trying their best not to squirm in their seats from the pressure over their well-loved derrieres. In the middle of their dinner, Harret contacted Beverly over her earpiece, and judging by her responses, he must've been asking to see her after the rest of the maids had turned in for the night. Hopefully, Kimmy prayed, it wasn't just more Brandy issues. Even though Berri was clearly pretty weary, she still found it in her to make some cracks during dinner, poking fun at Courtney for, yet again, lasting the longest in the Training Chair. Apparently, Courtney had only finished up an hour before dinnertime; with a little over three hours under her belt, she was no doubt sore all over.
Berri joked that Courtney must've been a big fan of Beverly's raunchy feminization videos, considering she always lasted hours, even with all those voice clips demanding her to cum. Courtney answered the ribbing with disdain. Looking down her nose at the punky maid, she dryly pointed out that considering Berri typically called it quits first, she must've been quite sensitive to the teasing in the videos. Shelly chimed in on the banter before it escalated, defusing it with a smug "Why don't we all just agree that it's damn relaxing to get yourself milked so completely? My balls feel a pound lighter!" Berri and Courtney were quiet for a few moments, but when Hitomi offered "One of these days, that plug part's gonna ruin my ass," they all had a little snicker at her expense.
After dinner, the routine was a little different. The only one who used the Auto-Blow was Beverly, herself, who advised everyone else not to, following their lengthy pumping session with the Training Chairs. After another lazy shower and trudging walk over to the dorm, everyone besides Beverly tiredly fell into their beds, collapsing with weary groans after such a hard, fulfilling day of maid work. Beverly, yawning and undressing beside her bed, mentioned "Okay, girls...You know the drill for Endurance Day. Is anyone here actually up for a jerk-off break, or are you all pretty much spent?"
Clara, sprawled out across her bed, groaned out "I could probably get in a whacking...If I wasn't so fucking tired." Even with dinner's vitamins leaving them all rock-solid where it counted, there were grunts of agreement, probably from Shelly and Berri. Beverly answered with a little chortle and a placid "Sounds about right. Okay then, girls...We'll skip the jerk-off game, tonight. If anyone has trouble falling asleep and changes their minds, though, feel free to rub one out. Boners might stick around for a while, if you don't." Everyone gave a tired groan of acknowledgement, but all the same, nobody moved to disturb the sleeping hogs in their laps.
Kimmy was still in the middle of pulling off her uniform when Beverly left, and it wasn't long after the Head Maid had departed in the buff that Kimmy was suddenly remembering something: Beverly had wanted her to remind her about the tea, at the end of the day. Beverly had wanted to write down the address of her favourite tea shop, for Kimmy! She quietly cursed herself out for forgetting until then, cussing herself out for allowing herself to forget something so special, so important. This was the kind of thing that led somewhere, damn it, and she had let it slip her mind!
With the lights out, Kimmy waited in bed for Beverly to return from her meeting with Harret, trying her best not to slip away in the meantime. By the time a good half hour had gone by, Kimmy was almost ready to give up. It was becoming impossible to resist her heavy eyelids, and more than once, she had to fight back from blacking out. Finally, she slipped out of bed and crept for the dorm exit, making as little noise as possible. Figuring that if she just got up on her feet and waited somewhere with a light on, she might be able to hold on for longer, Kimmy stepped out into the corridor without even pulling her panties on. Hair down, makeup washed from her face, she only had to wait a minute before she spotted somebody coming down the far end of the hall.
She smiled when she noticed all the creamy skin on display. Even at a distance, that was most definitely Beverly. The buxom blonde was holding a notebook open in front of herself, but when she looked up and noticed Kimmy, she shut the notebook and dropped her arm to her side. She smiled, but she was clearly a little confused at seeing Kimmy up and out of bed after lights-out, something she made plainly clear once she was close enough. Keeping her voice down so as not to disturb anyone in the dorm, she murmured "Something wrong, Kimmy? Aren't you sleepy?" Kimmy's smile grew more chipper. Playfully, she teased "I guess you forgot, huh? You told me to remind you at the end of the day, remember?" She raised her eyebrows, tried not to grin, and added "The Mid-East shop where you buy your tea?"
Beverly started smiling from ear to ear, raising her eyebrows high. Straight away, she was opening up her notebook, sliding a pen off of the ring binding, and gushing "Ohhhh, right, I completely forgot! Sorry, I'm sorry." Kimmy tried to giggle. A big, beaming smile on her face, she sheepishly murmured "That's alright, no worries. I forgot for a little, myself." Beverly glanced up at her as she clicked the back of her pen, and as she started to write, she warmly offered "Here, let me just write it down, now...Sorry, I should've remembered." Kimmy just gave a little shrug, watching Beverly happily write away for a short while before quietly tearing off a neat strip of her notebook's page.
Clicking her pen shut, she stuck it back on her notebook's binding, gave Kimmy a friendly look, and held out the slip of lined paper. Clearly trying not to grin, the voluptuous beauty murmured "Here, it shouldn't be too hard to find. Sorry I kept you waiting, cutie." Kimmy took the paper, trying not to go pink or stumble over her words as she murmured "N-No, that's alright, no worries, eh heh." Beverly kept gazing into her eyes as she walked past her side, slowly cooing "Come on, sweetie, it's bedtime. Time to call it a night. We're gonna need our rest for tomorrow, right?...You remember what Thursday is..."
Boy, did she. Blue Balls Day...The day the maids finally get to fraternize, a little. Talk about gulp. Just the thought had Kimmy feeling adrenaline coming on. Out of sheer, irresistible curiosity, Kimmy opened the note, deciding to read it right then and there. What she saw gave her pause. In gentle, sloping cursive, Beverly made her intentions loud and clear.
"671 Richmond Drive. Look in aisle four for the teas. Celestial brand, Bengal Spice. Add honey and milk. You were extra cute in the Training Chair, today. I'm glad you liked the video I made. We might not wake up early again for tea, so how about a coffee, some time next week? Remember, no fraternization during work hours! Hugs & kisses, Bev 3"
Kimmy's eyes started to widen. Her jaw dropped, a little. Oh my God...Was Beverly asking her out on a date? But...But she...But Kimmy had almost...!
Kimmy's face started to boil a cherry red. She tossed a quick glance over her shoulder, but Beverly had already disappeared back into the dorm. Kimmy looked back at the note, read it again, then reread it a second time out of sheer astonishment. A giant, flustered smile split her face, and her body just about started to quake. Grinning, she quietly did a happy dance, hastily bouncing from one foot to the other, trying not to squeal like a schoolgirl asked out on her first prom date. Beverly had asked her out! There were no two ways to interpret the note - Beverly wanted to get together outside of work! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Just the two of them...Actually just the two of them! Kimmy was so excited, she could've died!
Heart pounding, stomach fluttering, hands trembling, Kimmy spun around on a heel and skipped back over to the dorm door, doing her best to suppress a giggle as she slid back inside. Time for a well-earned rest, she told herself. Get the jitters out, get over the excitement, sleep tight...You're gonna have a big day, tomorrow. Here's hoping you really appreciated your time in the Endurance Room. Come sunrise, there won't be any cumming, at all. The long-dreaded Orgasm Denial Training was about to begin...
~~End of Ch. 8~~
Chapter 9: Thursday Morning - Orgasm Denial Training
Chapter Text
Kimmy's Maid Training
Part II ‑ "Interdiction"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: August 26, 2017
Kimmy awoke not so much with a start and a jerk, but with a rapid, heavy-breathing escalation into utter grogginess. Urgh...A nightmare? She couldn't even remember the last time she had had one of those. She had no idea how early it was, but whether it was five in the morning or an hour before wake-up, she could only hope it didn't leave her stumbling her butt through her shift like a zombie. Coated in that disgusting clamminess of night sweats, she brainlessly kicked her sheets down, rolled over out of the damp spot she had been trapped within, and in less than thirty seconds, was back out like a light.
She'd never even remember what the nightmare had been about, but she could've ventured a guess. Maybe she was a little more worried about Brandy than she realized.
"...Kimmy...Kimmy, c'mon, get up..."
Kimmy screwed her eyes shut tight and willfully ignored the voice, deciding against even a discouraging grunt. Better to pretend she couldn't hear Aisha, at all. More liable to get the message across, she figured.
"Man, her ass is out cold," Berri remarked, obviously finding this whole thing a bit entertaining. Kimmy couldn't exactly see where she was coming from on that one, but she'd forgive her this one time. Live and let sleep, and all that.
"...Jive 88.5 wanna let you know that no matter how crummy the day turns out, and Lord knows every day brings us closer and closer to the inevitable spectre of death, there's always someone out there who feels like you make their day better. On that note, let's start this assuredly lacklustre day with at least a couple minutes of smiling, so here's a little diddy called The Entertainer! Enjoy!"
"Kimmy, c'mon, if you stay in bed any longer, Beverly's gonna get mad at you," Aisha lightly insisted, gently shifting Kimmy's shoulder. Kimmy had to admit, the idea of letting Beverly down bummed her out, but she was just so exhausted...Her sleep had only been interrupted for a minute, why did she feel like such trash?...
"Jeez, you'd think she stayed up late and snuck some drinks," Berri muttered, voice audibly shifting as the punky maid looked off to the side. Judging by the way the faint din of voices was already disappearing into the background, the last of the other maids were already on their way to the showers. Kimmy was really cutting it close, huh? It's a wonder Beverly hadn't even noticed, yet. Well...Even if it was miserable business, Kimmy supposed she had to drag herself out of bed eventually. She gave a bit of a groan, but it wasn't enough to discourage miss Berry Blast.
"Check this out," Berri remarked, holding back a chuckle. "A classic funny. This'll wake her up, for sure." Kimmy's brow furrowed. Oh boy, what did that mean? There was a moment of ominous, nail-biting silence, and then...
Whap!
The clap of Berri's full hands against both of Kimmy's overstuffed seat cushions rang out through the dorm loud and clear enough to make Aisha flinch - hell, Harret was probably scratching his head, right about then. Kimmy, meanwhile, snapped her bloodshot eyes open in an instant. She should've seen it coming. This was Berri, after all, but beyond that, she had still been sleeping without the covers, sprawled over her front. Not like Berri was gonna show enough maturity to resist the obvious invitation staring her right in her big, dumb face. With a quick, harsh grunt, Kimmy thrust herself upright, uncontrollably flexing her bum tight as she helplessly shoved her hips into her bed.
So frazzled she didn't even speak in her bubbly Kimmy voice, she roared out "Ow, ow! Fffrick, Berri!"
Aisha just mumbled a quiet "Yeesh" at the red splotches already crossing Kimmy's buns. Berri didn't laugh, but she did put on a giant shit-eating grin and smack her fists to her hips, striking a decidedly smug pose. Kimmy's head twisted around to look over her shoulder so fast, the two of them could hear her spine pop. Eyes wide in a hateful glare, brow furrowed deep and a giant frown on her face, she silently afforded Berri a single chance, just one, to apologize for this most heinous of attacks made upon her person. Instead, Berri clapped her hands together, just about puffed up her chest with pride, and declared "She's up! Mission accomplished!"
Kimmy struck with a battle cry. The look on Berri's face was priceless - she clearly hadn't expected any kind of retaliation, whatsoever. Not only did her eyes open in genuine shock, but even her jaw hung open as Kimmy jumped to her knees, twisted around on her bed, lunged over, and threw her arms around Berri's neck, yanking her over onto her bed so forcibly, she very nearly gave Berri an unintentional faceful of her morning wood.
"Wha-? Kimmy, lemme go!"
Berri tried tearing herself away, at first halfheartedly, then with more serious strength. Kimmy only responded by throwing herself back into her bed, just about dragging Berri overtop herself. When Kimmy started grinding her knuckles into Berri's head in the most vicious noogie she could muster up, just about making the trashy t-girl wail in the process, Aisha couldn't help but start grinning. First time Kimmy lost her patience enough to put Berri in her place...It's like she was becoming a real part of the team, now, and only Aisha got to see it happen!
Berri struggled, squirmed, and squealed. "Nnghah, get offa me, that hurts! Kimmy!"
Kimmy gave her no mercy. In fact, she moved her noogie on to new spots over Berri's head, sending her hair every which way. "How do you think my ass feels?! It stings like I sat on hot coals!"
"It was just a joke! It was just a prank, man!"
"Yeah? So is this! Real funny, huh?"
"Kimmy!!"
Kimmy, breathing hard from the wrestling, finally relented. Berri, just as short of breath, didn't hesitate to throw herself back from Kimmy until she just about fell off the foot of the bed, quick to run her fingers through her wavy black hair in a vain attempt to fix the mess Kimmy had made of her bedhead. Kimmy thought about staying annoyed, but when she saw the frizz her noogie had put into Berri's hair, she just couldn't help but smile and break out into a giggle. Berri just gave her a halfhearted scowl, muttering "Yeah, yeah...Laugh it up, funny guy. At least nobody saw that. If they had, I'd be forced to kill you, right about now."
Aisha smiled from ear to ear, mumbling "What, am I nobody?"
Berri tossed her a glance, scowl briefly intensifying. "Yeah, well, you're not gonna tell anybody if you know what's good for you, so pretty much."
Kimmy grinned. Dropping back out of her daytime persona's voice and going full Kimmy mode again, she held back a chuckle as she asked "Who says she won't?"
Aisha's smile split to a grin. "I'm gonna tell everybody," she quietly uttered.
Berri started to grin, too. "Yeah? You do that," she chirped back, "and I'm gonna make today real interesting, for you. Go ahead, see what happens. You're not dumb enough to try."
Aisha just slowly shook her head, still grinning. The reminder made Kimmy's eyes wander, forcing the animal part of her brain to dart her focus down into Berri's lap, then the curvy Nubian's standing by her bed. The two of them were still hard as rock and raring to go - even Berri, even after their tussle. Considering what day it was, Kimmy supposed she couldn't blame them for being excited. Blue Balls Day had finally arrived, and although Kimmy couldn't be entirely sure what to expect, she did know two things for certain: the fraternization ban would finally be lifted, at least in some fashion or other, and there'd be no cumming allowed.
It was enough to make Kimmy go quiet as she tried, rather valiantly she might've added, to keep her mind from racing. The two of those little conditions combined could make for...Pretty big problems. The three of them looked over in a hurry when Shelly, one hand on the doorframe, leaned over far enough to pop her head back into the dorm virtually sideways, dirty blonde hair hanging past the left side of her face as she eyed them all. Raising an eyebrow, she remarked "What're you three up to? What, you think it's Saturday, or something? Get a move on, already!"
Kimmy closed her eyes and gave an impotent whine. Well, fun's over. Aisha and Berri, the latter of which was still busy fixing her hair, got the lead out, beckoning Kimmy to follow. The poor greenhorn, practically sleepwalking, stumbled her way after them, trying her best to will away the budding headache she could already feel pulsing around the perimeter of her skull. Once they reached the changing room, they found Beverly standing just inside the doorway, leaning to one side as she waited. Arms crossed beneath that giant, perky bust of her's, the beautiful, blue-eyed blonde had an eyebrow arched and a smile on her face as she eyed the three tardy maids.
Aisha spoke before anyone else could, the soft-spoken maid perennially mumbling as she offered "Hey, Bev...Um...Just a little slow to work the kinks out, is all..."
Beverly just gave a nod, offering a faint "Mhm" as Aisha walked in past her.
Berri clicked her heels, threw up a salute, and declared in far from fluent German "Jawohl, mein Gestapo menschen!"
Beverly nearly grinned as she cracked up into a chuckle, remarking back a deadpan "Yes, I'm definitely abusing my authority. What a tyrant I am."
Berri clicked her tongue as she threw finger guns at Beverly, nonchalantly throwing up an arm behind herself as soon as she was safely behind the Head Maid, rather recklessly flipping her the bird. The stunt gave Kimmy pause, but making her hesitate further was the realization that now, she was alone with the Aryan, effectively separated from anyone who could've made an excuse for her...And she still didn't have one prepared, herself. Beverly gave a subtle glance skyward at Berri's antics, but then her eyes were right on Kimmy, waiting. She stood there and tried not to fidget, mouth hanging slightly ajar as she tried to come up with some kind of explanation on the spot, something better than the unacceptable "I just didn't want to wake up" brewing at the back of her throat.
Beverly could obviously see Kimmy's anxiety, because after a couple seconds, she just smiled a little wider, gave a faint titter, and dropped her eyebrow back down. Uncrossing her arms, she stood up straight from the side of the doorway and offered a merciful "Groggy morning, sweetie?" Kimmy hastily nodded, her smile a mix of apologetic and grateful. Without thinking, she blurted out the truth, explaining "I don't know, I'm sorry, I woke up in the middle of the night and I guess it messed me up. I'm not trying to make excuses, I just...I just had a hard time getting out of bed, is all...Hah..."
Kimmy uncontrollably broke out into a yawn, forced to shut her eyes while she raised a hand and covered her mouth. Beverly smiled wider, waited for her to recover, then nodded to the side, gesturing Kimmy to get a move on. Smiling from ear to ear now, she audibly held back a chortle as she warmly said "Come on, don't worry about it. You were only a couple minutes, anyway." Kimmy gave a grateful smile crossed with a wince, but quickly relaxed when Beverly reached out and ruffled a hand through the trappy maid's hair, cracking a grin as she finally gave a titter. As she led Kimmy in through the doorway, she more teasingly cooed "You should've seen the look on your face. All you had to do was say you slept bad!"
Kimmy gave a bit of an awkward chuckle, but managed to sound halfway casual as she remarked "Just...Tryin' not to let you down, Bev." Beverly gave a flattered whine, a noise bubbly enough to make Kimmy grin. The tall bombshell lightheartedly threw an arm around Kimmy's shoulders, holding her close as they walked through the changing room portion of the bathroom, making their way over to the assembled line at the Auto-Blow. With a tiny giggle, Beverly encouraged "Aww, you're not, honey, don't worry. Forget about this morning and just have fun today, 'kay?"
Kimmy nodded, wordlessly glancing up and over at Beverly before she slipped her arm away, leaving Kimmy at the rear of the line before making her way over to the front, taking up her usual position by the sex machine just waiting to be put to good use in the morning's ritual. As she turned the milker on and got it all prepped for Clara, Bubbly Beverly tossed a quick glance down the line as she nonchalantly reminded "Now, girls, one quick thing: we all know it isn't Anal Day anymore, so a cleansing isn't necessary, buuut...I thought I'd put the suggestion out there ahead of time, considering...Well."
Beverly put on a big smile, gave a chipper swing to the side with her head to throw some luscious blonde locks over her shoulder, gave a little giggle, and pointed out "I just get the feeling we're all gonna have our hands full, today. Doesn't hurt to be prepared!" As Clara took the handles on the Auto-Blow and nestled herself in for a morning pumping, Beverly raised her eyebrows, grinned, and offered over the escalating sucking noises "Anyone who feels like cleaning out their tooshies for the day, don't be shy, just let me know and we'll take care of it before hopping in the showers! 'Kay?"
It didn't surprise Kimmy to hear just about everyone agree - even the girls she'd peg for tops, like Clara. Surprised her even less when she found herself going along with the suggestion, chiming in with the chorus of groans and grumbles. Call her crazy, but she was starting to get the funny feeling she'd be one of those people who really needed to be prepared for the worst, today of all days. No clue why. Maybe it was the looks she had started getting in the changing room, maybe it was the sly grins and sidelong glances in the Auto-Blow lineup. Maybe the other girls would go easy on her?...Maybe they'd show a little charity and not pass her around the room until her eyes were rolling back?
Not likely. All in good fun, though, of course; those were just the rules of today's game, and she probably could've turned it around on any of them at any time if she showed the initiative. If. She couldn't just do that to them, though! She couldn't just boss someone around like a greedy meanie! Were those her only choices? Be cruel or get used? The whole situation had her flustered before she even had her turn with the cock pump. What were the odds she went the whole day without losing her right and proper virginity to one of the other girls?...Which girl would get to have it? What were the odds she could slide through the entire day without each and every one of the other maids doing their own sliding into the fresh meat? Not looking good, sister.
Just the thought had her short of breath. Before she could get to any of that, however, she had a rather unfortunate appointment for a "cleansing." Oh well...Might as well learn to live with these little things. She'd be seeing them at least once every other week, right?...
"...Okay, now that we're all set," Beverly announced, shower handle giving a little squeak as she turned it, "today's Thursday! Can anyone be a hon and tell me what that means?"
Shelly immediately spoke up with a grin, still walking over to her shower as she cheerily said "Blue Balls Day! Couldn't come fast enough!"
A few chortles filled the showers as stream after stream spritzed into life, slowly filling the air with that pleasant humidity, that muggy fog. Beverly gave a grin of her own, tittered, and good-naturedly answered "Orgasm Denial Day, technically, but yes! Today's the day we all get another rigorous lesson in self-control and self-discipline, mixed in with lots of fun to keep the day light. It'll be a blast, hee-hee!" Beverly put her face under her shower stream, started running her hands up through her hair, and once she was satisfied, turned back around to face her team of maids, letting the warm water soak down the rest of her thick, blonde mane. Grinning, she raised her eyebrows and happily suggested "Someone wanna tell me what our Orgasm Denial Training is all about, along with what it involves?"
There was a giggle or two, then Courtney spoke up before anyone else could make a remark, the most likely culprit of which would've been Berri, no doubt. "Orgasm Denial Day," she said in that posh English accent, "is much like Endurance Day in that it teaches us self-discipline in the bedroom, which also translates into general, all-purpose willpower for our maid work, among other things. Unlike Endurance Day, which is like something of a sprint, Orgasm Denial Day is more a marathon and requires pacing. It's more drawn out, and involves another person to get hands-on training with, as opposed to the Training Chair." With a bit of a haughty sigh, Courtney felt her hands through her platinum blonde hair under her shower stream, continuing her textbook answer with a dry "The fraternization rule is lifted, with one caveat: under no circumstances are any of the maids to climax. Period."
Kimmy raised her eyebrows, a neutral look on her face as she soaked her hair and idly swept her hands across her body, looking over as big sis Bev gave a quick giggle. Grinning from ear to ear, Beverly cooed out a prompt "Exactly!" Roaming her eyes here and there across the shower room, looking from maid to maid, she launched off from Courtney's explanation, warmly adding "From the moment I officially declare our training has started all the way up until we turn in for the night, the "No fraternization" rule is lifted, but before anyone gets their hopes up too high, there are two little, mm, twists on it."
With a girly gesture of her hand over in Courtney's direction, Beverly beamed and explained "Like Court said, we can't cum at all. No excuse is acceptable - not a drop is to leave your balls until tomorrow, ladies. No matter what you do, no matter who you do it to, you are not to leak any cummies anywhere. We all call it Blue Balls Day for a reason, ladies." Beverly giggled, then enthusiastically added "We've gotta save it up, we can't let it distract us! No matter how full our cum tanks get, we need to stay focused on our work! Instead of letting it frustrate you, enjoy the sex you get and let it motivate you, learn to take that pent-up energy and pour it into your work! Get determined! We just have to be patient and power through it until the job's done!"
Beverly raised an eyebrow high, paused, then rather dramatically uttered "But..."
Kimmy froze. But...?
Beverly glanced at her, gave her a quick wink, grinned, and added "Just in case anyone gets the silly idea that they just won't do anything and make it easier on themselves, Orgasm Denial Training has a second, just as important rule." Running her eyes across her girls, idly feeling the shower water down and around her twin mountains, she kept beaming as she excitedly asserted "Under no circumstances are we to say "No" to sex! Every sexual favour must be fulfilled! It doesn't matter who wants it, what they want, how they want it - even from other maids, especially from other maids!"
Kimmy's pupils could've shrank. She knew there must've been some kind of a catch. Why else would all the other maids always seem so excited about Thursday? It was guaranteed sex, whenever and however!
A few sinister chuckles filled the showers before Beverly continued, still grinning like a ray of sunshine. "If someone goes up to you and says they wanna fuck you, you say "How much lube?" If someone says they want a blowjob, you say "Deepthroating optional?" If someone stops you in the hall and says they want you in their threesome, you say "Meat or either end?" No matter what it is, you never shut someone down. Today, we're all open books!" Beverly swept her hands down across her belly, striking a bit of a perky pose as she grabbed her hips. "That way," she confidently said, "we all learn a bit of self-control! None of us can avoid today's lesson!"
Berri grew a nasty smile, shooting Aisha a bit of a look as she chimed in "It also means we can make somebody's day real fun, if we want to." Kimmy glanced over at the mocha cutie, watching the way she smiled to herself, otherwise refusing to answer the not-so-subtle warning. Beverly started squirting out and using some shampoo as she announced the day's pairings, starting off with a playful "Buuut, before we get ahead of ourselves, let's get the partners and workloads for the day. Kimmy, Clara, I'd like you to dust and sweep the guest rooms on the other half of the first floor, they haven't been touched in a bit. Berri, Aisha, please polish all the wooden furniture in the third-floor rooms, okay? Courtney, Hitomi, I'd like the two of you to wax the floors in the second-floor halls. Sheila, you're with me for shower room cleaning and all-around doorknob polishing."
With a cheery lilt, Beverly cooed "Everyone got that? Everyone know the plan?" Kimmy smiled, and was even the first to speak up with a pleasant "Yeah." For the first time, she decided to take the initiative. Instead of letting her partner come to her, she killed her shower, quickly swept her wet bangs back with a smile, and confidently started crossing the showers towards miss Clara, the diminutive, plump-bellied redhead. Clara must've been about to do the same, because she turned off her shower and gave a quick glance over her shoulder, as if to spy where Kimmy was before making her way over. When she noticed Kimmy already almost right next to her, she did a subtle double-take, turned her shower back on, and offered a little grin.
Like each of her previous partners had done to her, Kimmy casually stepped right into Clara's personal space, just about hugging her as she joined the top-heavy beauty under her showerhead. Smiling, Kimmy met her eyes and asked "Hey, how are you?"
Clara, a wide, smug smile already splitting her face, barely arched an eyebrow as she remarked "Not bad, newbie. Better than you, at least, I figure. You sure had to drag your ass out of bed, this morning." Kimmy deflated, a little. Clara started grinning, had a little chuckle, and offered "Just joshing. It's about time we finally got to work together, huh? Who haven't you gotten paired with, yet?" The showers beginning to fill with chatter around them, Kimmy tossed a quick glance around for Courtney, placidly answering "Oh, uh, I haven't worked with Courtney yet, or Bev, herself, actually. Other than that, I've gotten a pretty good chance to get to know everyone."
Clara grinned even wider, nearly snarling as her eyes eased half-closed, a playful hum slowly rumbling in her throat. "Well, we'll have plenty of time to chat each other up today," she quietly reassured. Kimmy just gave a little shrug and a nod as she leaned a little closer, joining Clara in letting the water run over her head, freshly soaking her hair in preparation for some shampoo and conditioner. True, Kimmy had already gotten enough chances over the week to get a good look at Clara, but it was damn hard to tear your eyes off of someone when you were sharing a shower with them, especially when that person pretty perfectly fit a lot of the fantasies you had been obsessing over for years. Aggressive, big-cocked, big-titted shemale, complete with naughty glint in her eyes? Yes, please!
Like Kimmy, Clara was on the short side, and if there was anyone at House Venus who thoroughly embodied the word "shortstack," it'd be Clara, no questions asked. Probably hovering somewhere between four and a half to five feet, she was only a bit shorter than Kimmy or Hitomi, but she positively blew them out of the water in the curves department. Clara's boobs were enormous, her bust was easily one of the biggest at House Venus - in fact, her cup size probably rivalled Beverly or Shelly, and the only reason why it wasn't more readily noticeable was her proportionally smaller body. With either perky breast pretty much the size of her own head, with areolae big and cherry-sized nipples hard, was it any wonder why she secretly loved using them on her man? A massage with those puppies could break any guy!
Her figure struck a chord in Kimmy, and although she couldn't really figure out why, she really just liked it enough not to care. Clara's tummy was rounded out in an adorable little potbelly, but her hips were still even wider than her waist, maintaining an hourglass figure in spite of the few extra pounds at her middle. Her thick thighs ended in dainty little feet, and like every other maid at House Venus, Clara had more than a little junk in her trunk, giving her a nice, thick apple bottom to match that bust of her's, the type of thick bum that looked like it'd give a ripple from one good slap. Just the thought made Kimmy wonder...How beautiful would it be to have all of the maids line up together, turn around, and compare tushes hip-to-hip? It'd be good for a giggle and dribble, and Harret would probably love it...
With each fingernail long, perfectly groomed, and painted white, Kimmy could barely tear her eyes away when Clara ran her hands around her bust, ensuring every inch of her skin was getting rinsed. Perhaps most importantly, however...Perhaps even more glaringly eye-catching than her big implants or cushiony keister...Was the thick, veiny meat drooping at Clara's crotch, hands-down the biggest cock in the henhouse. Shelly was big; Beverly was really big; Clara was huge. Kimmy remembered how, way back on her first day, Berri had mentioned Clara was ten inches long when she was hard, and even though she wasn't at the moment, that absurd hang she had going on was more than enough proof to support the claim. For fuck's sake, Clara was bigger soft than Kimmy was, hard!
To go with that face-slapping tube of meat, Clara had a meaty pair of balls like Shelly and Beverly both, full enough to bloat her heavy beanbag, drooping low with all the stud-slime brewing within. Combine that with a waxed bikini line, and Clara was more than beach body ready, but if you threw in that legitimately gorgeous face of her's, what with that dyed scarlet bob and those full, succulent lips, and Clara really was a looker. Hell, give her some extensions and a glittering red dress, she could pass for a pint-sized Jessica Rabbit. Her cold, kind of untalkative attitude could easily put people off, Kimmy thought, but she definitely wasn't one of them.
Just a couple days ago, she would've quaked at seeing Clara even fully dressed, passing by her on the street. Now, she was showering down close enough to her to feel Clara's nipples brushing against her, every now and then. A bit of untalkativeness was more than a good deal, in exchange. Those honey-coloured eyes of her's, amber like gold, were usually so much more striking, thanks to all the dark eyeliner and eyeshadow Clara liked to wear. Now, fresh-faced and satiny in the shower, Clara seemed just a little less intimidating, just a little more approachable, but it was an optical illusion; that aloof look lingered, all the same. It was just a bit less noticeable now, especially with all the eye-candy swaying down below.
There was just a moment of anticipation, then with a subtle shudder, Kimmy was smiling and sliding deep into the warm, tingly blanket of horniness, an all too intentionally omnipresent sensation ever since she had taken this new job. A lot of the girls working at House Venus were excellent embodiments of different facets in Kimmy's lust, different visions of her varied fantasies, but she could already tell Clara was a special one for a certain darker fit. Either she'd be an amazing partner for Blue Balls Day, or an awful one. Either possibility made Kimmy gulp.
Even now, that look in her eyes, that almost-detached, barely-intrigued playfulness had Kimmy veritably wrapping around Clara's little finger. She seemed so confident, so in control, like a predator barely even noticing some lesser thing, a potentially poor choice on Kimmy's part as it inevitably made Clara gauge whether she were prey or merely a pest. Still, if Clara noticed the rise she got out of Kimmy just by standing there, she didn't show it. Tearing her eyes off of all that wet, creamy skin on display, Kimmy tried to meet Clara's eyes, again, as she reached for her shampoo, smiling a little more breathlessly than she intended as she asked "So, uh, gonna go easy on me, today? Heh. J-Just wondering."
Clara smiled, a little. Following a brief pause, as if she actually had to contemplate her answer, she simply remarked "I guess we'll see, won't we?" The teasing made Kimmy briefly turn her lips in, giving them both a nibble. Smiling just a little wider now, Clara barely looked over towards Kimmy's chest out of the corners of her slitted eyes. One palm slathered with thick, blue syrup, she tilted the shampoo bottle a little more in Kimmy's direction. It took her a moment to understand the motion, but then she was giving a bubbly "Oh!" and holding out a hand, letting Clara drizzle out a second helping of shampoo for the girly-boy.
Their first little bit together played out pretty much as Kimmy would've expected. She had already figured Clara wasn't much of a talker, but if it weren't for the little things Kimmy would say to try and open her up, the little things she'd ask or the comments she'd make, their section of the showers would've been devoid of chatter, entirely. Kimmy couldn't say she got the impression Clara didn't like her, per se, or was giving her the cold shoulder; more like Clara's mind were always elsewhere, leaving her a woman of few words. She'd offer polite, occasionally amused answers to Kimmy's statements, but they were always clipped and occasionally replaced with little more than a tiny chortle. After a day of the Hitomi Chatterbox, this switch would need a little getting used to.
Beverly delayed announcing the official start to Blue Balls Day until everyone had gotten dressed, and so, following their usual morning ritual of skin creams, hair styling, and teeth brushing, the procession of towel crowns and knotted skirts made it's way back to the dorms, where the maids would all put on their faces, spritz on their preferred perfumes, and array themselves in their silken regalia before attending to another fine day of upkeep in this esteemed abode, the grand House Venus.
As Kimmy put the finishing touches on her makeup and moved on to tying up her pigtails, she idly swept her eyes across the room just once, searchlights stopping once she hit her partner for the day, miss Clara. She had to admit, she was kind of surprised at the self-discipline the other maids were showing, thus far. Blue Balls Day was here at last, and not an ass had been pinched, not a cock had been groped. Besides some snickers and mischievous smirks, the girls were actually keeping their hands to themselves. The calm before the storm, Kimmy thought with some small measure of tummy-tingling dread. No doubt once Beverly announced the all-clear, all hell would break loose.
It gave Kimmy some small measure of comfort to see that, just like her, Hitomi looked a touch antsy, a bit...Excited, but uncertain, all the same. She was probably thinking the same thing Kimmy was: "anything can happen" makes for a hell of a lot of possibilities. Shelly couldn't stop smiling as she got in some morning push-ups, and Berri looked like a kid in a candy shop without a dime in his pocket, grinning and tossing sneaky glances every which way. Aisha and Courtney seemed to be keeping it together with a dignified air, whereas Beverly, of course, was all smiles and hums as she got herself ready for just yet another regular day on the job. Clara, at least, seemed to be keeping a pretty level head. Considering she'd be the most likely to demand head all day long, her cool attitude gave Kimmy some small measure of reassurance.
When Clara looked over at her, Kimmy subtly perked up, eyes widening a hint as her ears pricked up. Eyes seemingly locked in that permanently smouldering, half-closed look, Clara briefly tugged up the cups of her corset, sending a quick little quake through her chest. "So," she asked, sounding almost bored with the small talk, "how you doing, so far? Not gonna cut an' run as soon as you get that first paycheck, are you?" Kimmy gave a sterling grin, finishing up tying a pigtail as she confidently answered "Nope, don't plan on it. I mean, I won't be able to decide for sure if I can do this every other week until I've actually finished my first week, but yeah, I think I'm here to stay." With a faint giggle, she added a matter-of-fact "I like it, here."
Clara gave a wide, smug smile, offering a thoughtful nod as she looked back down across her body, checking her uniform one more time. Kimmy couldn't help but do the same, a passive look on her face as she started pulling up the second pigtail, lips gently puckered as she gave Clara a look-over. Most of the other maids she had worked with had had custom pieces to their uniforms, like Berri's boots or Shelly's spandex shorts, but in Clara's case, nearly the entire thing was a unique piece. Besides Beverly, whose bikini, skirt, and stockings combo was an entirely original ensemble, Clara's uniform was probably the most individualized out of the maids.
Kimmy had to admit, it really wasn't a bad look. If she had to take a guess, she'd imagine that Clara had probably chosen the not-so-skimpy version out of the two varieties of uniforms as a base, then leapt off from there. Like Kimmy's own uniform, Clara's was evocative of a frilly, lacy dress, complete with prim and proper apron for a true lady about the abode. Unlike Kimmy's, however, Clara's was more grand in design: while Kimmy was wearing, essentially, a short black dress with equally short sleeves and a white apron, Clara's dress only had half an apron tied around her waist, leaving just a white flap down over her lap.
Her dress was still thin black silk as per usual, but instead of having a regular top, the short skirt merely led up to a tight corset, the rather large, black fabric cups of which were widely trimmed with white ruffles. To say Clara left little to the imagination would've cracked some snickers around the dorm - so much cleavage was on display, Kimmy probably could've flicked a dime over from halfway across the room and still landed a bull's-eye. Delicious.
Either cup was decorated with vertical rows of white threading, leading down to a thin horizontal stripe circling her ribs, almost like the strap to a brassiere. The corset was buttoned down the front in a trail of studs leading to her little apron, and a rather thin pair of black strings stretched up from her cups to tie at the back of her neck for some small measure of security against immodesty, but beyond that, she was just hanging right on out. Thanks to those Beverly-class implants and the noticeable lack of a bra to secure them, just about every motion of Clara's body sent an eye-catching ripple, sway, or bounce through her chest. Making steady eye-contact with her was, without a damn doubt, a bit of a trial.
Kimmy briefly gave an exaggerated frown as she eyed Clara's skirt, resisting the urge to fan herself down with a hand. If you got right down to it, Clara's pleated skirt was pretty ridiculously short, and the design was more than a little girly, just the way Kimmy liked it. The thing was so short, almost half her ass cheeks were peeking out, visibly shifting and swaying against each other with every step she took. That black microskirt of her's basically stopped at her hips, offering maybe a couple inches of protection before ending, letting just a couple thin layers of white, ruffled silk peek out past the hem from underneath.
If it weren't so short, it'd look almost...Innocent. On a girl, all you'd have to do to see her slip is lift the skirt an inch, but on Clara, well...The boys were already pushing out, you just couldn't see them. The only reason why everyone wasn't constantly getting an eyeful of her packed panties every second of the day was...You guessed it...Her height. Put that same kind of uniform on someone a bit taller, and you'd be able to see their fat, rounded bulge just by standing there and talking to them. Funny, the kinds of things you could get away with just by being on the wee side.
To help offset all the skin her top put on display, or maybe complement it depending on one's personal purview, Clara had pulled on a rather tall pair of tight little fishnets, offering her legs a bit of shade. The fishnets were so tall, they only left a few scant inches of skin visible between the hem and her skirt, leaving them damn near crotch-height. The tight stockings were capped at the top with a thick band of shiny black latex, trimmed with a short layer of white lace against the fishnets, themselves. Each band of latex was clipped with a matching black latex strap that disappeared up under her skirt, leading to some unseen garter belt, best friend to any proper maid who maintained a dignified appearance.
Down below, Clara wore a simple pair of shiny black slippers with high heels, closed with a single strap across the top of her feet. Just like how her stockings helped to offset all the creamy skin her petite, pleated flap of a skirt showed of, Clara wore a pair of sleeves to compensate for all the extra skin her backless corset showed off, and of course, nothing but latex would do. Black, shining like oiled glass, the sleeves stretched from just past her elbows down to her wrists, covering a good portion while leaving her shoulders bare. The sleeves were kept in place with naught but a little belt above the elbows and a fabric loop for a middle finger to slide into, keeping Clara from having to constantly fidget with them throughout the day.
Leading up from that big bust to that beautiful face, Clara had on a black bow tie, a markedly dapper contrast to the raunchy latex accents in her womanly uniform. Her beautiful makeup was the cherry on top, the pièce de résistance that made Kimmy feel shy about even standing next to the shortstack. The thick layer of dark, rust-red eyeshadow made her golden eyes stand out like hot coals against the backdrop of her creamy face, and that black eyeliner of her's only helped matters. Plus, the eyeliner made her look all the more glamorous thanks to the little sweeps she had put in past the outside-corners of her eyes, like the tails of comets trailing off of either one. Throw in the mascara, and really, Clara looked fabulous - it was a wonder she could even get her makeup looking that perfect, that quickly! When the heck was Kimmy going to get that good at it?
Those full, plump lips of her's, coloured a dark crimson to match her eyeshadow, were accented even further with black lip liner, drawing all the more focus on her pouty mouth. Just looking at the babe's lips had Kimmy anxiously biting her own, skin flushing with heat as her mind raced with thoughts, images, of all the sordid things Clara could use those pillows for. Letting her eyes linger for too long almost had Kimmy twitching. Was it just because of Clara, or was it because Kimmy had already gone a few days in the House Venus grinder?...She hadn't even gotten her vitamins for the morning, and she was already as rigid as steel, shamelessly poking up a tent against her apron without a care who saw it!
Now, if someone called her out on it, she probably still would've been a little shy about admitting it, but the pretty obvious reality was, she would've killed and died to spend a night fooling around with any of the other maids. If they wanted to be on top? Double yes. Clara fit that to a tee - she carried herself like the sort of girl who made toys of her bedmates. The thing that really had Kimmy tugging at her collar, however...The thing that really had her uniform clinging to her skin...Was the underwear she had seen Clara pull on. Before pulling on her uniform, Clara had slid into a tight little latex thong, barely big enough to contain even her fat slab of a cock.
When Kimmy had seen that thong go up and those meaty balls spill over the sides, when Clara just hadn't cared and gone on dressing herself, Kimmy hadn't been able to help but start quaking. Even now, just the thought of dropping to her knees, lifting that frilly little skirt, and pressing her face straight against that warm bulge got her-
"Okay, girls! Is everyone ready?"
Kimmy gave a start, tearing her eyes off of Clara and firing them over to Beverly, standing near the dorm door. Clara, meanwhile, gave Kimmy a sidelong look, smirking at the red flushing her face, the point poking out her apron. If Kimmy still had enough control over her faculties to notice, she probably would've suspected that Clara was all too aware of the greenhorn's hapless ogling, was even having fun with it. As it was, though, well...Let's put it this way: Clara was very eager to see how Kimmy handled the day, especially once the morning's aphrodisiacs were in her system.
She had already had four days to uncage her libido and get comfortable with acting out her impulses. After all that build-up, today might've been the push she needed to really blossom into a permanent femboy slut. After all, feed her enough ecstasy, she won't even be able to imagine turtling up, again...
With varying amounts of excitement and trepidation, each set of partners called back out to Beverly, chorusing out "Yeah" and "Yes!"
Shelly, standing across from Kimmy at Beverly's bed, held her hips and grinned, watching the way Beverly crossed her arms beneath her heaving bosom, areolae valiantly contained by the frilly triangles of her maidly bikini top. Shifting her weight to one leg, Beverly cocked out a hip, grinned, and cheerily announced "Okay, then! Orgasm Denial Training officially begins riiight...Waaait for it...Now!"
Beverly may as well have fired a pistol into the air. The shit hit the fan, hard.
Berri, eyes wide and a massive grin on her face, stuck out her arm, pointed a finger straight at Courtney, and laughed as she blurted out "God save the Queen, you're about to suck my dick!"
Shelly looked at Kimmy and opened her mouth, but before she could get much further than "Hey Kimmy," Hitomi was giggling out "Sheila, lemme jerk you off!"
As one might expect, Courtney was none too pleased about a brat like Berri shouting at her from across the room to go over and start her maid duties with some knob-polishing, even less so at the simple fact that she couldn't refuse. The sight of Courtney giving an irritable sigh, but then starting to walk over anyway, was so surreal, Kimmy's breath started to deepen. Berri, grinning like a jackal, gave a whoop and pulled her underwear back down her legs in a flash, cockily grabbing her hips as she stood and waited.
Shelly shut her mouth at Hitomi's call, lips pursing. She briefly glanced skywards, drew an inwards sigh, and started to smile as she let it back out. She was already idly groping the bulge in her skin-tight shorts as she started walking over, groaning out "Alright, fine...Just promise me you'll spit on it a little, eh? You shouldn't be the only one getting something out of this..." Hitomi grinned, gave a giggle, and started bouncing on the balls of her feet, perkily clapping just her fingertips together.
Kimmy's mouth started to hang open. In seconds, the heat in her face was rising into a more than noticeable burn, even going so far as to spread to her ears. My God...Just think about it. If she stuck around, she'd get to watch Courtney blowing Berri, as well as Hitomi jerking Shelly off. Just that mental image...Berri's red face twisting in need, hands on Courtney's head as the posh Brit glares up at her and dutifully bobs her head, cheeks puffing, lipstick smearing, neglected hard-on begrudgingly lifting up her uniform...Shelly, glassy-eyed and toned body glistening with sweat, lying back into a bed, trying not to drool, legs spread as she watches the cute ladyboy relentlessly beat her meat hard enough to swing her balls, edging her over and over again...Unff. Just that mental image, alone, had Kimmy feeling sticky somewhere personal.
Tugging at the side of her collar, doing her best to free up some of the heat trapped under the thin silk of her uniform, she couldn't help but toss an anxious look over at Clara through the corners of her eyes, cringing into a grin. With every second that ticked by without some kind of sexual favour being whispered into her ear, the anticipation grew until Kimmy's stomach were tying itself into a knot. Any second, now...Any second now, and Clara would be demanding...Who knew what, Kimmy could imagine all kinds of things. Some ass-eating? A sloppy blowjob? Hell, maybe she'd skip the foreplay and go straight for the lube! Who the hell knew what kind of sick, twisted perversions Clara had in her arsenal?!
With that in mind, when nothing happened, Kimmy felt a twinge of confusion, but she couldn't bring herself to let her guard down, all the same. The all-clear had been given, and yet...Nothing was happening to her. Clara wasn't doing a thing. Nada. Zilch. Why not? Just as Kimmy was about to whine that the anticipation was killing her, Beverly clapped her hands together, clasped them, and grinned, announcing "Okay! Everyone else, come with me, please! Breakfast time, as per usual!" With a bubbly giggle, she briefly raised a hand to cover her grin, then gave a bit of a flamboyant, flittering wave out to the side, dryly instructing "We'll leave these four alone until they're done, 'kay? Let them have a little privacy until they're all ready to grab a bite."
Besides Kimmy and Clara, the only maid who started walking her way over to the dorm door was Aisha, all by her lonesome with her partner now indisposed. Before she followed Beverly outside, Kimmy looked over her shoulder, getting just a brief look of Courtney easing down to her knees in front of a triumphantly beaming Berri, alongside Hitomi sitting down on the edge of her bed as a sheepishly smiling Shelly hooked her thumbs into her shorts. Kimmy could've whimpered. Maybe she was overreacting, but missing out on that little show felt like a goddamn modern tragedy.
As soon as Kimmy had walked into the canteen, she was hesitating and slowing down, eyes locked on the curious new addition to the big room: sitting over one end of the room's long table, overtly left out on display for the newcomers to notice, there lay a big, ominous box, every inch of which was lined with black felt. She couldn't help but purse her lips. Something told her that finding a big ol' box of mysteries right out in the open in the canteen was something she probably should've been worried about, but Beverly just looked back at her, grinned, and waved for her to keep up with the rest, and really, Kimmy couldn't say no to Bev, could she?...
"You girls go on ahead and grab your breakfast," the Head Maid quickly announced, "I'll just be a second!"
Kimmy pursed her lips again, but dutifully filed in between Clara and Aisha as the three of them crossed the canteen, finding Eve already waiting for them with her usual cheery smile. Already finishing up the first tray of breakfast, she jovially blurted out "Hey, girls! How's everyone doing, this morning? Sleep well?" Kimmy smiled and spoke up first, giving an airheaded giggle before awkwardly admitting "Uh...Not really...Slept kinda crap, to be honest." Eve immediately lost her sparkling look, earnestly prodding Kimmy for more with a quick "What? Why not?"
Clara smirked and took the tray while Kimmy was distracted, but stuck around, all the same, to listen in on the conversation. Aisha just smiled and kept her silence as Eve started work on the second tray of breakfast, surprisingly accurate in her portions and movements in spite of the attention she paid to the newest member of the team. Kimmy gave a bit of a sharp little smile, a resigned shrug with her shoulders, and barely a shake with her head. "Yeah, I dunno," she merely remarked. "I think I had a bad dream, or something. I woke up in the middle of the night at some point, but it was only for, like, thirty seconds. Really screwed me up this morning, though."
"Huh," Eve chirped, offering a big frown and an eyebrow raise. Head tilted a little to the side as she watched Kimmy, Clara confidently, if a bit softly, asserted "Probably just exhaustion after Endurance Day. A little restlessness is normal, after the Training Chairs." Kimmy shrugged, eyes down on her tray as Eve began wrapping it up with the finishing touches, including her morning packet of supplements. "I don't know," she noncommitally mumbled. "Maybe. You'd think it'd work in reverse, though." Kimmy took her tray once Eve lifted it out for her, inching to the side so she could make room for Aisha, taking up a post by Clara. With a bit of a smirk, the redhead asked "Bet you wish we were served coffee in the morning, eh?"
As if on cue, Kimmy felt a yawn coming on, but stifled it before mumbling "More like I wish I could have a painkiller. I've had a headache coming on ever since I woke up."
Clara's brow furrowed a hint in thought. A bit slowly, she offered "I think I might still have some ibuprofen in my bedside table. I know I had an old bottle in there, and I remember it getting low, but it's been ages since I last needed one. I'm not sure if there's any still actually in there - Berri probably swiped a bunch - but we can go check real quick after breakfast. If I have any left, they're all your's."
Kimmy, eyeing the contents of her tray, started smiling as she quietly asked "...We're not gonna disturb the others, are we?"
Clara started grinning, eyes easing half-closed as she remarked "I doubt it. They should be out of the dorm long before we're even done breakfast. Keep three things in mind today, Kimmy: we still have work to do, we can't cum, and we have a long day ahead of us. Those three things combined will generally make for pretty brief sex." With a wink, Clara added "You realize how tough it's going to be to hold it in, if you keep having half-hour long fuck sessions? The more you do it, the more sensitive you're going to get, the harder it's going to get to hold back - not to mention anything ass-related is going to get you dribbling pretty damn quick."
Eve raised her eyebrows, smiled, and uttered "Hey, you keep the ass talk away from my counter, alright? Unhygienic. A little respect is all I ask."
Clara barely glanced at her, grinning wider. Looking back over at Kimmy, she explained "Berri isn't going to want Courtney to spend two hours knobbing her prick, because not only will that mean she'll have to catch up on work, it'll also make it harder to keep her balls from beating her brain the next time someone walks along and says they wanna play "hide the salami." Today is only going to be a wild orgy if you don't show any self-restraint. The more sex you have, the harder you're actually going to make it for yourself in the long run, especially since you can't say no to anything anyone wants. Don't give in to temptation. Does that make sense?"
Kimmy gave a flustered grin and nodded, raising her eyebrows as she said "Okay, I get it, Clara. Guess I'll just keep my fingers crossed that I'll coast under the radar."
Clara immediately scoffed. As Aisha took her tray, Clara turned to walk off for the table, audibly holding back a laugh as she remarked "Oh, don't count on it, bucko."
Kimmy's smile withered away, but then she went a hint pink and started grinning. As soon as she had turned away from Eve and faced the canteen table, however, she was pausing. Grin locked on her face, her eyes darted down to the table's benches, then up to Beverly, standing next to the table with a big, bright smile on her face. Waving a hand over at the table, she started walking over to grab her own bit of breakfast, encouragingly cooing "Well, go ahead, Kimmy! Take a seat!"
Kimmy swallowed, still grinning as she stared. She should've guessed, but really, that box of secrets could've had anything in it. While the three of them had had their backs turned, Beverly had quickly and quietly set up her own little game for them all, her own little unspoken sexual favour that she clearly wanted everyone to fulfill: at regular intervals down either of the table's benches, there jutted...A rather colourful arrangement of decorations. Jeez, Beverly, how lewd! Isn't the Head Maid supposed to be above this kind of ploy?
Shamelessly affixed to the benches via suction cup, eight thick butt-plugs, each rather vibrantly coloured in a coy, tongue-in-cheek rainbow pattern, stood waiting for eight prick-eager keisters, complete with a shiny coating of fresh lube. Beverly walked past Kimmy with a wink and a hip-bump, quietly giggling behind her. Clara and Aisha, the both of them smiling as if nothing were amiss, walked over without saying a word, nonchalantly setting their trays down at their preferred spots before stepping over the bench. Kimmy gave a couple blinks, then resumed walking over, gently clearing her throat as she raised her eyebrows. Dear, oh dear.
When she saw Clara reach back under her skirt and slip aside the little string of her latex thong, Kimmy didn't even blush. All she did was hold back a chuckle. Come to think of it, maybe it made perfect sense for the Head Maid to tease them all, like this. Showed no favouritism, didn't single anybody out, defusing any potential situation before it could even arise...Yep, sounded just like Beverly, alright. Kimmy stepped over the table's bench just next to Clara, taking her time, giving herself a chance to watch the other two maids go first. Aisha dropped her panties down around her knees before sitting down, and of course, there was only so far she could get before pausing. She and Clara kept their hands to the table to balance themselves, striking an admittedly rather inelegant squatting pose on opposite sides from each other.
Slowly, inch by inch, the two maids sat down a little further. Clara's face gradually tightened up in a hint of strain, a touch of exertion; Aisha stared straight ahead, sightlessly watching past Clara's head as she breathed through her mouth, calmly and deeply. Kimmy just stood there until, with Clara's grimace intensifying and Aisha's eyes glazing, the two of them at last dropped the final inch, papping their cheeks into their benches. The both of them giving deep sighs, all the tension in their faces and bodies just melted away as they settled themselves more comfortably against their seats, trying not to squirm against the personalized little prank from Beverly they both had to contend with. When their eyes turned to Kimmy and they both started to smile, the girly-boy gave a shy giggle. Well, time for her to take the plunge, too, right?
She set her tray down, then gave a chipper little hum, reached up under the skirt of her uniform, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and slid them right down, unintentionally dropping them past her knees until they formed a ruffled pink pair of shackles around her ankles. Spreading her knees to get a look down at the bench past her crotch, Kimmy kept a hand to the table to support herself as she eased her hips down, carefully reaching underneath herself with the other until she brushed her hand against the slippery base of the doorstopper waiting just beneath her. She paused a moment, pursing her lips all the while, then shifted her hips a little more forward, more accurately lining up her port with the jack on standby. Then, she continued.
Clara and Aisha subtly watched through the corners of their eyes, smiling to themselves as they started opening their packets of supplements, spooning their cups of cinnamon oatmeal. When Kimmy felt that slimy, rounded tip prod up between her thick cheeks, she gave another quick readjusting with her hips, easing down until she pressed her big, winking pucker against it. She couldn't help but grin to herself, the adrenaline already coursing through her veins forcing her to keep her breathing in check. She did her best to relax, to push a little, to loosen up her backdoor before sitting down just a little further...
The more pressure that mounted against her rosebud, the deeper her brow furrowed in concentration. Mmf, this one was kinda thick, wasn't it? She kept pushin', but it just kept pushin' back! Still, there was no denying a Blue Balls Day request, right?...Especially one from Beverly! If she wanted to see Kimmy's big ol' bum squishing into the bench, split around a nice, thick plug, who was she to say no? The plug kept pushing in her ring until, with blessedly little real discomfort, her sphincter just started yawning open, making way for the greased invader looking to pillage her silky catacombs. Unfortunately, opening the door was, ironically, the easiest step for Kimmy to take. Once she tried easing deeper, that's when things got a little tough.
Her face started to twist up a little, turning a bit tight with exertion until one eye narrowed and her face went a shade red. That plug really was pretty thick, wasn't it? Damn thing felt like an eggplant, it was packing up her chute so tight! Still, she had taken bigger - this couldn't have been any thicker than her dildo at home, right? Keeping her breaths slow through her mouth, she eased herself deeper, deeper, feeding that cool, lube-coated toy up inside herself until her cheeks were brushing against the bench and the damn toy had started to kiss up against her colon. Then, before she could even grunt, that swollen rosebud of her's suddenly shifted in one smooth glide, gulping down around the narrow neck of the plug just as her bum fully pressed into the bench. One stuffed, pulsing pipe, served up hot and fresh! Mission accomplished!
At last, Kimmy afforded herself a little sigh of relief, all the tension melting away from her face. Clara's smile widened as she reached up and rapped a hard pat-pat-patting to Kimmy's back out of congratulations, unwittingly setting her backdoor into spastic clenches in the process. Kimmy ignored it, doing her best to relax as she held back a chuckle, shooting Clara an embarrassed smile before turning her eyes down to her tray. Getting her naughty hole stuffed up to prostate-cramming capacity was already stirring her meat into a hot half-chub - she could already tell that once those aphrodisiacs were in her system, it'd be pretty damn hard not to flex her ass until she were milking her little P-spot against this most unexpected of additions to her morning ritual. Maybe that had been Beverly's plan all along...Although, Kimmy didn't want to believe that big sis Bev would torture her team, so.
Kimmy observed her tray with an unusually discerning eye that morning, perhaps in a bid to distract herself from the way she were pressing her thighs so tightly together, vainly trying to minimize her growing hard-on. Hmm...A particularly fruit-heavy spread, this morning. Hard to choose where to start! There was a small bowl of cinnamon oatmeal with honey drizzled across the top, a second small bowl filled with a fruit salad ranging from apples to pineapples, a plate with a few pancakes overtop...Naturally covered with maple syrup, whipped cream, and fresh, sliced strawberries, of course...A tall glass of ice-cold banana milkshake, and last but certainly not least, that hallmark packet of supplements and vitamins, just packed full of oodles and oodles of all the things any real shemale or aspiring shemale-to-be needed. All the hormones and horniness she could handle; Kimmy couldn't wait.
While she was still in the process of tearing open her packet and downing her pills with sweet mouthfuls of smoothie, Beverly was coming over, aiming to take up a spot next to Aisha and across from Kimmy. Before she could even sit down, however, the four maids who had stayed behind in the dorm were suddenly barging into the canteen, a little breathlessly announcing their presence before marching for Eve. Kimmy looked over her shoulder, smiling widely to herself. The only one out of the bunch who wasn't smiling, too, was Courtney. No big surprise there. Even when they spotted the dildos Beverly had set up for them all, nothing changed.
The lot of latecomers eventually took up their spots at the table, and of course, a couple comments were inevitable. Berri, as could've been expected, remarked "Whose bright idea was this?" while Shelly chimed in "What, no vibrating ones, this time?" Courtney, looking thoroughly unimpressed as she stepped over the bench, dryly muttered "Stop whining, girls, just sit down and eat your breakfast. We have a whole day's work ahead of us." Kimmy finished off her pills as she watched the four of them settle themselves in for the drop, then take the plunge and start easing down atop their thrones.
Like the others, Kimmy not-so-subtly relished their reactions, and if it weren't for the cork rather effectively stopping her up down under, she would've crossed her legs and giggled at the faces they all made. For all the talk, Courtney's stoic veneer began to thin as she sat down - the littlest twitch furrowed her brow, her jaw lightly tightened, and her nostrils briefly flared as she gave a huff of a sigh, eyes locked straight ahead as she sat herself atop her surrogate boyfriend. At one point, she sucked in a sharp little gasp, causing her full chest to jump up against her uniform, much to Kimmy's delight. Courtney didn't even bother dropping her panties, and like Clara, she tried to maintain some small level of decorum by merely pulling the seat of her underwear to the side. The poor milf - this really just wasn't her morning, was it?
Hitomi, meanwhile, made the cutest face, barely scrunching up from the exertion. Eyes closed a bit tight, lips pursing, she gave the tiniest squeak of a grunt as she dropped down, keeping her knees pressed together as she violated her own snug tailpipe on Beverly's toy. Like Aisha, Hitomi didn't mind looking kinky, and she readily pulled those striped white and blue cotton panties all the way down around her knees, skirt flipped up at the back so it didn't get in the way of the game. Once she was down all the way, she broke out into a little smile, a happy sigh, and straight away turned her attention to her breakfast - she even gave a little grind with her hips against the bench. Good morale!
Shelly, in particular, made Kimmy sip some smoothie to settle the flutters in her belly. The chiselled Aussie pulled those skin-tight spandex shorts down past her knees, letting her tucked-in shirt breathe a bit more freely. Once those pink-trimmed cotton panties dropped down and let that meaty half-hard chub flop free with a swing, the Aussie were sitting down with spread knees, eyes locked straight ahead as perspiration turned her forehead shimmery. Like Courtney, Shelly was a bit quiet about what she had to do, breathing steadily through her mouth until she had finally touched cheeks with the bench. Then, her eyelids fluttered shut, she gave a quiet, satisfied groan, and she at last looked down at her tray with glassy eyes. Tres yummy - Kimmy had no choice but to press her thighs tighter together.
If there was any one of the four who clearly hadn't been expecting something like this, it was Berri, and she wasn't ashamed of being vocal about it. Grumbling to herself, she pulled down her purple-trimmed black thong, swore bloody vengeance against Beverly for this most foul of humiliations visited upon her ego, and reached down with a hand to pull aside just the one cushiony cheek. As soon as the slippery tip prodded against her dark star, Berri was flinching her hips back up, grumbling, shooting Beverly yet another glare, and slowly sliding herself down with a grunt and a reluctant shade of red in her face.
Beverly just watched her with a little smile, refusing to stoop to Berri's level by answering the muttered taunts. Berri announced she had gotten it all in with another little grunt, brow furrowed deep as she muttered "Kinda counterproductive to pack up my colon at the dinner table, innit?" Beverly didn't react in the slightest, but Courtney furrowed her brow for a moment, briefly closing her eyes before muttering back "I don't need that mental image at the moment, miss Berri, thank you kindly." Berri promptly grinned and forgot all about Beverly, shooting the posh Brit a smug, antagonizing look. Kimmy, smiling to herself, idly stirred her spoon around her bowl of oatmeal, mixing in the honey as she watched the two. Oh, Berri was gonna get on some nerves, today. Kimmy could see it, now.
After a few moments of coming to terms with the glaring distractions they were all perched over, the latecomers joined the rest in tearing at their breakfast, downing their morning vitamins before tucking into their fruit-heavy trays with gusto. Things were pretty quiet at first, Kimmy couldn't help but notice. Maybe everyone were just waiting for the first favour to come up, for the first person to crack once the pills put them in heat. Who was going to lose their cool, first? Whose balls were going to beat their brain? Who was going to give in to temptation and bend someone over the canteen table until their legs were quaking? The anticipation slew Kimmy, and it only got worse the more her own willpower was sapped.
The more those horny pills worked her up, the less attention she could pay to her breakfast. You know, it was funny...Sunday seemed so long ago, now. The first time she had taken a packet of Harret's pills, she had felt so confused, so uncomfortable and self-conscious about how they affected her. Now, though, as that hot, tingling sensation began to flush her skin, as her breathing turned huskier, her feeling was so much simpler: she liked it. God, it was like pure need coursing through her, waking up every nerve ending in her body until she wanted to strip out of her uniform, to spare her sensitive body from the torturous ecstasy of silk and lace rubbing against her.
Even now, that familiar fluttering nebula in her belly was already spreading outwards, climbing and descending like a cloud, soaking itself through her muscles. By now, she was getting used to the experience, but that in no way made it any less intense in the moment - if anything, it only seemed to mount every time she took those magic little capsules. Every day, it felt like the pills had more and more of an effect on her chest, and by this point, she could practically feel her nipples stiffening until even her areolae got puffy, gentle tickles flashing through her growing buds until she ached to just take them into her hands and give them a little massage, if only to shield them and calm them down. For crying out loud, just the faintest brush of her dress against her nipples sent her legs into quivers! Maybe she should've considered looking for a bra to wear, at least while she was on the clock...
Just the thought sent an intense surge sizzling into her face, but given how flustered the pills had already gotten her, she doubted anyone would notice. More glaringly obvious was the way the morning's pills took that half-hard dagger she had been fighting to suppress and turned it into a full-blown longsword. Fluttering waves of tingling sensitivity flushed down below her tummy, coursing between her thighs until her crotch grew hot enough to provoke a groan out of her, and for better or worse, her manhood steadily grew and swelled against her snowy nylons like a rising horn, sliding against the silky material as it expanded between her clenched thighs. Ultimately, the sensation was too sharp to endure, and with a squeak, Kimmy opened her legs, reached down under her skirt, and grabbed the tip of her rigid cock in her hand, a couple fingers going damp as she tried to shield her overly sensitive prick from any further stimuli. Let her catch her breath, for crying out loud!
Kimmy was nearly huffing by the time the aphrodisiacs were in full swing, and most of the others maids weren't faring any better. Didn't help matters that, now that she was really embracing the pills and finally losing her bashfulness about the horniness, Beverly were cranking things up a notch by throwing in the dildo. No wonder she was already dribbling pre-cum like a little slut, the aphrodisiacs basically gave her ass a mind of it's own, prompting it to uncontrollably go into rhythmic flexes and milk the fake cock up her ass...Gently milking her own prostate, in the process. Even if Kimmy had wanted to, even if she wanted to deny herself the satisfaction, she didn't think she'd be able to stop the clenching. It just...Kept happening, whether she liked it or not. God, it felt good...
Kimmy had to wonder, had Beverly planned all of this?...Had she anticipated that now would be the time to strike, to remind Kimmy to stay on her toes? For a moment, she had to stop moving, freezing up with her spoon stuck in her oatmeal. She wanted to jerk off so badly, maybe a little slowly to enjoy it for longer, maybe use her free hand to cup her balls or massage one of her tender buds. Where was the harm?...Do it right there at the table, who'd care? It's Blue Balls Day, after all...As long as she doesn't cum, it's fine, right? Maybe she'd inspire the lot of them to beat off, too?...Maybe they'd get in a circlejerk?
Kimmy blinked, barely shook her head, and finally made the very wise decision to unhand her cock tip, leaving her blushing red hard-on thrusting up from her lap. No, she decided...As good as it'd feel, as badly as every inch of herself told her to do it, as much as even thinking about it made her mind race with all the things she could ask of the others, she made the prudent choice not to make things any harder on herself. Clara was right: Kimmy had a whole day ahead of herself. She'd need to pace herself. She was still in the middle of breakfast, for crying out loud. At this rate, she'd be begging someone to make her cum by lunchtime. With a gentle sigh, her self-control regained a foothold, and she resumed tucking into that lovely breakfast of her's, neglected cock steadily throbbing down in her lap like an automated distress signal.
Just when Kimmy thought she had won...That was when Clara struck.
When a hand drifted into Kimmy's lap, when fingers confidently pulled back her skirt, Kimmy hastily looked over in Clara's direction, so engrossed in her own thoughts that the sudden distraction just about made her jump. Her eyes, already glassy with rampant need, widened in surprise at Clara, but the redhead wasn't even looking at her, smiling to herself with heavy-lidded eyes as she quietly ate her breakfast. Fork in her left hand now, her right arm had subtly crept to the side, inquisitive fingers slipping into her partner's lap. From the other side of the table, it'd probably look like Clara were just setting her hand into her own lap, but the sneaky truth was...
Clara's eyes finally shifted to the side, giving Kimmy a glance through her peripheral vision. Kimmy didn't make a noise; when Clara's finger and thumb curled around the base of her prick, when the rest of her fingers gave Kimmy's growing reactors a gentle rubbing, Kimmy's eyes widened a hint further. Her mouth fell open a crack, but then she was looking back over at her food before she wound up blowing their cover. Maybe...Maybe it'd be best to keep this HJ on the DL - God only knew how it could escalate if it turned into a show. With the aphrodisiacs fresh in their system and their inhibitions reduced to nil, the other maids would be liable to turn Kimmy into an appetizer, right there on the fucking canteen table.
Just the thought had Kimmy's eyes reluctantly rolling back into her skull, the trap's eyelids flickering as she did her best to fight it. Clara smirked to herself as she moved on to her fruit salad. She didn't have to give Kimmy sultry looks, didn't have to whisper sweet nothings to her, didn't even have to say a thing. With those pills in her system, Kimmy did all the work, herself - Clara barely even needed to pump her arm. She had barely closed her hand around Kimmy's shaft and started sliding back and forth, making it a point to put some twitches through Kimmy's body by rubbing her own sap against her cock head, when the girly-boy had stopped fighting and let her eyes close, face a shade of cherry as she ate her breakfast, silent as a rabbit all the while. Too easy.
By the time Kimmy had finished her oatmeal, Clara had escalated into a steady rhythm, somewhat languidly easing her fist back and forth across Kimmy's...Admittedly not particularly impressive length. If anything, though, that only helped keep their game surreptitious; because Clara didn't have to tug a monster like her own, her arm barely needed to shift, leaving the others even less likely to pick up on what was going on. Even in her heightened state of sensitivity, however, the petting was more teasing than satisfying for Kimmy, and it was all she could do not to shoot Clara a pleading look. Either churn her butter or knock it off, don't leaving her hanging in an in-between! Make up your damn mind, already!
When Clara gave a long, quiet sigh, pausing her tugging to diddle Kimmy's tip and rub around the fresh ooze, Kimmy had to pause. Fork in her mouth, her nostrils gently flared in quiet huffs, every muscle in her body starting to tense up. She forced herself to open her eyes, but she just found herself looking across the table at Beverly, busy watching her with a hint of intrigue in her eyes. God, what awful timing: of course, right as Kimmy looked at her, it had to be just as Beverly were fanning down her chest with a hand, trying to throw some air against her glistening cleavage. The cherry on top? Beverly's nipples were hard as rocks, pressing out against the triangles of her bikini top like a couple of cherries under the material, broadcasting loud and clear to the whole room that these were a pair of jugs ripe for suckling.
Kimmy broke out into a bashful grin, hoping beyond hope that Beverly didn't catch on. Better she think Kimmy's still just sheepish over the pills than realize she were getting her handle cranked right in front of the Head Maid...Even if it wasn't against the rules on Thursday, this was still Beverly, after all! Kimmy couldn't...Do things in front of her, especially with someone else! Judging by the stunt Clara pulled next, you'd almost think she were a mind reader. Kimmy didn't want Beverly to know? Let's just apply a little pressure...
With an innocent smile on her face, Clara slid her hand back down, gripped Kimmy's prick tight with her full fist, and started jerking, vigorously. Instantly, Kimmy was losing her grin and swallowing back a grunt, eyes subtly widening. Beverly barely puckered her lips in curiosity. It was a wonder the bottom of Clara's fist didn't start audibly clapping into Kimmy's lap. Kimmy's eyelids flickered as the urge to let her eyes roll back struck her once again, and though she triumphed in fending it off, the price was high: instead, her eyes noticeably began to cross, going heavy-lidded as she only slowly munched on her fruit salad. There were a couple seconds of lingering confusion on Beverly's part, but then she started to smile to herself, returning her attention down to her breakfast.
Kimmy helplessly squeezed her thighs together, then opened them up, splaying her legs as well as she could without disturbing the clueless maid towards her other side. Kimmy mindlessly started wolfing down her fruit salad, desperate to distract herself from the pulsing tenseness jutting from her lap, from the oh-so-soft, delicate fingers and palm taking such a firm, merciless approach, desperate to keep Beverly from cluing in to the fact that if Clara weren't more careful, Kimmy could wind up giving the Head Maid's stockings some unexplainable stains.
A fat bead of sweat rolled down the middle of Kimmy's back as another minute ticked by. She could keep herself from panting, but the strain of not giving in to the firm grip on her meat, the exertion of trying to make up for the vulnerable state the pills had left her in, made her just want to grip the bench, lean back, and give in, moaning like the eager bitch she is as that curvy dom brought her to the edge again and again, bringing her bloated reactors closer and closer to a total meltdown. Instead, it was all over almost as quickly as it had begun. Before Kimmy could start undressing Beverly with her eyes and fantasizing about, say, suckling on the Aryan's dense, stuffy balls as she jerked off over Kimmy's face, Clara just kind of stopped, casually slipping her hand away from Kimmy's red rocket.
Kimmy paused, then idly threw a glance over in Clara's direction, actually managing to come across rather casual about the whole thing. Why was it over?...She knew she couldn't cum, but she could've gone longer, too! Clara drew in a breath, then let out a bit of a disinterested sigh, never even taking her eyes off of her breakfast the entire time. She dipped her hand down deeper into Kimmy's crotch, gently rubbing her fingertips against the trap's heavy, swollen undercarriage, lightly scratching her manicured fingernails against the tight skin of Kimmy's silky undercarriage. Then, she withdrew, sliding her hand across Kimmy's thick thigh in the process, as if to wipe her palm off on Kimmy's own stocking. Then, the hand discreetly came back up over the table, she swapped hands with her fork, and then Clara just went right on eating as if nothing had happened.
Ironically, the first few moments of not getting her meat fondled were almost worse than putting up with the impromptu wanking - having all that aphrodisiac enhanced build-up only for it to go nowhere just about made her whimper. Her fingers almost twitched as she struggled against the urge to reach down and finish what Clara had started; the sweat on her body ramped up as she pressed her thighs tight together, trying to ignore the pulsing. For God's sake, she could almost feel her balls swelling, firming up as her ardour went unfulfilled. Thanks, Clara!
Kimmy slowly steadied herself with a gentle sigh, turning her attention back to her food. Oh, well...Not like there was anything she could do about it, even if she were the type for revenge. It had felt good enough, and...Clara would probably get her own fair share of blue-balling today, Kimmy smiled to herself. Would be nice to see her brought down a peg or two, but not like there was anything Kimmy, herself, could do about it. She'd just have to hope her partner didn't abuse her too hard, today...
Contrary to Kimmy's expectations, not a whole lot else happened during breakfast, that morning. By some miracle, none of the other maids suddenly snapped, dragged someone atop the canteen table, and started rutting their ass raw like an animal. Nobody dropped under the table, opened some legs, and bobbed for apples, nobody looked around and asked if anyone wanted some "glazing" for their fruit salad...It was incredible. For a little while there, it looked like Aisha might've been losing her cool, and might've even been working herself up to asking Beverly for some kind of sexual favour. For whatever reason, though, she must've lost her nerve, because the chitchat didn't wind up going anywhere substantial. Still, the thought gave Beverly a bit of a giggle. Aisha still had plenty of time in the day to make up her mind and try again.
Once everyone had finished up, Beverly was the first to rise from the table, quietly groaning as she carefully slid herself off of her dildo throne, pulled her bikini bottom back up into place, and stepped over the bench. A big, bright smile on her face, she cheerily announced "Okay, girls! Just one more thing before we head off and start our chores for the day." Voice going even more high-pitched, she giggled out a babyish "I have some giiifts for you all, hee-hee! Everyone line up!" Kimmy broke out into a grin, a hot huff of a sigh drifting out of her. Oh boy, what did that mean?
She didn't hesitate to stand up from the slippery, rainbow-coloured stopper that had been plugging up her keister, unfortunately having to bend over rather far to pull her panties back up from around her ankles - thankfully, nobody was behind her at the time to get any funny ideas. Given that she was already loosened up and slippery somewhere personal, guaranteed anyone behind that thick bubble butt of her's would've kept her hands to her ankles for a good hour or so. Meanwhile, Beverly took up a post at the end of the table, right next to that big, black box of tricks she had pulled everyone's dildos from.
Considering Kimmy was so eager that she wound up first in line, was it any wonder Beverly had a giggle and ruffled her pigtails? Groans and sighs filled the canteen as the maids slowly stood themselves up, easing themselves off of the long, thick battering rams that had gotten cozy in their voids, leaving the warm, slimy dildos standing in parallel rows down either bench. Within a few moments, the conga line of glassy-eyed, tent-pitching, husky-breathing maids had rounded itself out, and once they had stopped adjusting and readjusting the fit of their underwear, Beverly reached into the box with both hands, trying her best not to sound a little short of breath as she vaguely explained "It never hurts to be prepared, right, girls? Never, ever!"
Apparently, everyone else was already in on the plan, because the line-up behind Kimmy sounded out with a unified "Yeah!" Kimmy arched an eyebrow, but resisted the urge to look over her shoulder at the others. Beverly grinned at her and pulled both hands back out of the box in a flash, holding up...
Oh, no.
Kimmy's jaw eased open. In one hand, Beverly brandished a long, bright pink strip of...Segmented squares with rounded bumps. Condoms. Lots of them. That strip must've had fifteen...No, twenty of them. Was it really necessary to offer that much ammunition?!
Worse yet was the thing in her other hand, the sister-in-arms in this depraved battle royale. Daintily held between a few of her fingers, pinky extended like a true lady, Beverly held up a fairly thick, cylindrical bottle, matte pink besides the little white pump at the top. The label laughed in the face of shy people everywhere: all loud neon colours and bubble letters, it proudly proclaimed itself "Good Girl Bum Grease!" The little "Happy wife, happy life" tag line just underneath only made Kimmy's knees knock all the harder.
Suddenly, rushing to stand at the front of the line didn't seem like such a hot idea - she could practically feel everyone's eyes drilling into her backside, complete with chuckles and chortles drifting through the line-up. She must've looked horny as a rabbit in heat, rushing so quickly to pick up her batch of lube and jimmy hats for the day...She couldn't help but clear her throat. With a chipper giggle, Beverly briefly closed her eyes, gave a quick tilt of her head, and cooed "Condoms and lube for everybody! I've even got little thigh-pouches for you all to wear, so you won't have to worry about carrying all this stuff around! Play nice today, girls, okay? Make sure you get all your work done, too!"
Kimmy just stood there, staring, a drop of sweat running down the side of her face as all the maids behind her droned back "We will, Bev!"
Kimmy couldn't even find her voice as Beverly put the two...Tools of the trade down on the canteen table, then fished a fashionable new accessory out from inside the bin: a petite blue denim pack, complete with two compartments as well as two separate straps for comfortable wear. When big sis Bev stepped in close, opting to prep Kimmy, herself, with a smile, the scent of her perfume melted whatever apprehension the trap might've harboured. Breath going shallow as the tall, buxom blonde sidled right up into her personal space, she unapologetically dropped her eyes and stared right into the voluptuous beauty's cleavage as she bent over, nearly resting her forehead against Kimmy's shoulders just to reach her thigh.
Kimmy's nostrils flared; her lips could've quivered. So close to Beverly...So close she could lean in and kiss her. She smelled so good...She was like an angel, it could've put tears of ecstasy in the girly-boys eyes. Whatever you do, Kimmy, just don't think about how hard Beverly is from the aphrodisiacs, don't think about how her tight, black bikini bottom could barely handle the bulge of her long, meaty cock, how her big balls were probably spilling out. Don't think about how close her hands are to the tent in your uniform, don't think about how your little tent is pointing like a weathervane straight out towards the doorstopper lifting up the front of Beverly's miniskirt. Don't think about how her giant tits are practically pressing right up against you, don't-
A visible quiver shuddered through Kimmy's entire body. Too late.
Beverly's eyes ticked back up to her face, and she smiled so widely, so sweetly, that her cheekbones cocked up and left her eyes half-closed. Kimmy's lips quivered, but then she was smiling from ear to ear, face burning cherry red. They both looked down in the same moment, and when Beverly guided the straps of her new accessory between her legs, she couldn't help but hold her breath. With a gentle click, both black plastic clasps had been secured over the front of Kimmy's thigh, leaving the denim pouch comfortably secured over her left thigh, unobtrusively kept towards the outside flank.
Kimmy just watched, still smiling sheepishly to herself. She had to admit, it looked kind of cool. Almost like a cop's utility belt, or even a soldier's pistol holster, only for a completely different set of guns. Life was funny like that, sometimes. Beverly kitted her out with her tools just a moment later, grabbing one of those bottles of lube before fitting it into a circular compartment taking up most of the holster's space. With the nozzle pointed outwards, Kimmy...Or, rather, anybody...Could quickly and easily reach over and pump out some creamy lube, no muss, no fuss. Then, Beverly pulled open the second compartment, easing the heart-shaped zipper to the side until a small pouch had yawned open. With a gleeful grin, she grabbed two whole strips of condoms and stuffed them right on into the compartment, not even bothering to zip it back up before cooing "Next!"
Kimmy's face could've lit a match - even her damn ears burned. She couldn't even remember the last time she had gotten this flustered...Couple days ago, at least. All at once, it dawned on her: Beverly had sent out the all-clear, but the girls hadn't actually cut loose, yet. They had been biding their time. For whatever reason...Maybe Beverly's watchful eyes got them all skittish, who knew...The other maids weren't quite ready to indulge themselves. But, once Kimmy stepped out the canteen door and went out into the hallway, all bets were off. Once everyone had split into their pairings for the day, once all supervision was gone, God only knew what would go on. If the walls of House Venus had ears, they'd be blushing, today.
A couple chuckles crossed the line-up behind Kimmy, and Berri's was so sinister, Kimmy just about bolted for the door, condom strips half spilling out from her thigh holster all the while. Better get a head start, she told herself; grab your cleaning supplies and disappear somewhere, vanish before someone can track you down in the halls and pin you up against a wall, somewhere. Heels clicking with every step, Kimmy hurried for the janitorial closet, grabbed a frilly black feather duster, a sleek black broom, a dustpan with a long handle and a convenient pivot in the head, and just about wiggled her big butt all the way across the first floor until she had reached the other wing, filled with sitting rooms and assorted luxuries for guests at the mansion.
Once she had reached an appropriately distant room and hid inside, she finally afforded herself a breather, bending over and grabbing her knees as she huffed and puffed. Of course, she barely had fifteen seconds to herself before the door behind her was abruptly being shoved back open, smacking into her ass hard enough to just about send her toppling head-over-heels into the hardwood floor. With a yelp, Kimmy threw her arms out by her sides, stumbled forwards, and miraculously managed to keep her balance in spite of her heels. She threw herself back upright and quickly brushed herself down, straightening out her outfit before giving a spin on a heel to face her assailant, trying not to cringe as she grinned.
To her relief, she hadn't been tracked down by one of the other maids, already looking to pop her cherry before sloppy seconds did the rounds - it was only Clara, matching feather duster snugly secured deep in her cleavage, cleverly keeping her hands free for her broom and dustpan. Kimmy's eyes dropped to the feather duster as Clara nudged the door shut with her foot, closing it behind herself before walking on over with a smart switch in her step. Every footfall, every wiggle of the redhead's hips, sent a shift through her bosom, which naturally made the feather duster twitch to and fro under Clara's chin...Eventually drawing Kimmy's eyes up to the cocky smile on Clara's face.
She walked past Kimmy's side, making for a nearby coffee table. "Right," she slowly started, "now that we're alone, I think it's about time we set some ground rules for today."
Kimmy perked up. Already, her interest was piqued. Clara had never spoken to her like this, before...
With a flourish of her wrist, Clara slipped the feather duster out of her cleavage, set it down on the coffee table, then leaned her broom and dustpan up against the table's edge. Hips swaying left and right, she classily turned back around to face Kimmy, hands to her waist as she shifted her weight from leg to leg, a couple times. Looking right over into Kimmy's eyes, her brow furrowed as her smile widened, a glint crossing the shortstack's eyes. Raising her voice a hint, speaking just a bit more firmly, she asserted "We're partners, for the day. That means our work is a joint effort. I know you're new, but I'm warning you now: if you do a shit job and wind up making me look bad as a result, you will regret it, especially considering what day it is, today. Are we clear?"
Kimmy just about gave a shiver. The warmth slowly drained from her face as she gave an earnest nod. She supposed Clara had the right to talk to her that way, considering she had seniority...Plus, she couldn't blame her for wanting to cover her ass, considering what had happened her first day with Berri. Hell, that was probably why Clara was giving her this warning - Berri might've told her, or maybe Clara had just figured it out on her own, at the time. Slowly, Clara started walking towards her, each careful step in front of the one before it, hips sashaying with every motion. Clara gave a single nod, practically purring out "Good, glad we understand each other. But, I'm not done. Listen up."
The more Clara took charge, the more Kimmy shrank. Raising her eyebrows, Clara lifted a hand, slowly waved a finger at Kimmy, and dryly uttered "Don't expect me to run to the rescue if someone comes barging in here, looking to pop your boy-pussy. If they involve me, that's when I'll get annoyed, but I'm not here to protect you or "get revenge" for you if someone makes you do something you're not into. If you want revenge, you just fuck them right back. Someone makes you deepthroat until you gag and tear up? They put your ankles behind your ears until you howl? You just do it right back to them. Hell, half the girls here would love seeing you get fired up, anyway. Got it?"
Kimmy blushed at Clara's choice of words, but she nodded, all the same.
Clara put her hand back to her waist. Smiling wide again, she came to a stop in front of Kimmy, looking up into her eyes with narrowing eyes. Clara hummed her words, cooing "Goood, I think we're gonna get along just fine, today. Just keep those two things in mind and we'll be golden. One last thing, though..." Kimmy didn't want Clara to see it, but without an out, she couldn't help but gulp right in front of the redhead, something that only made her briefly narrow her eyes even further, smile barely beginning to split into a grin. Clara didn't continue for a second, but then she was gently tilting her head to the side and asking "...Do I make you nervous?"
Kimmy didn't find it embarrassing to just give a nod, straight away. "A little," she admitted, voice thankfully failing to warble. Clara completely broke out into a grin. Voice shifting from a purr to a silky hum, the redhead dropped a hand from her waist, letting her arm hang loose as she offered "Ordinarily, I'd say that's good, but...Well, we can't have that today, can we? After all, we're partners, I can't be having you all jittery, all day long." Voice abruptly turning more flat, she asserted "I need you cool and collected, got that? Otherwise, you're just going to end up getting on my nerves. Let's nip this in the bud, alright?"
Kimmy gave an abrupt nod. Er, well, better calm down, then. Don't want to agitate Clara. It'd help if the redhead backed off, a little-
Voice dropping back to a hum, Clara raised a hand, gently tapped the end of a fingernail just under her lower lip, and cooed "Why don't we properly break the ice, a little? I'm sorry if I came on a little strong. Here, let me make it up to you...Why don't you come a little closer, gimme a little kiss?" Kimmy froze up a little, expression failing to even twitch as she watched Clara's eyes, trying to gauge how serious she was being. Clara eased her hand back down from her chin, but then she silently smacked her lips, shrugged her eyebrows at Kimmy, and matter-of-factly uttered "And you better believe I'm gonna expect lots of tongue, too."
Oh, she was serious, alright.
Kimmy's mouth hung open a crack before she wisely closed it. Had she even kissed anybody at House Venus, yet?...Seemed like such an intimate thing, but then again, so had sex before she had taken the maid position. Kimmy couldn't help but break out into a flustered grin, trying her best not to giggle as she groaned out "Uhh...Are you just throwing that out there, or is that a real Blue Balls Day demand?"
Clara furrowed her brow. Smile taking a bit of a sadistic twist, she flatly uttered "What, you wanna be that way about it? Fine, I'll give you an out. Consider it a demand, if you need to. Should be hopping at the chance to kiss me."
The corners of Kimmy's mouth barely dipped as she gave the littlest playful frown. Clara, still holding her waist, eased up on the glare as she raised her chin and tilted her head back a little, extending the obvious invitation. Eyes half-closed, her long, thick eyelashes gave the quickest flutter as she blinked a couple times, the corners of her mouth rising in a little smile as she waited.
Wait, she had to make the first move?...
Having the onus put onto her only made Kimmy fidget. She wasn't used to making moves like this, why did Clara have to make her do all the work?...Just to watch her squirm? But...She couldn't say no, right? If this is an official Orgasm Denial demand, she had no choice but to fulfill it, otherwise Beverly might get mad at her...And maybe she'd even let Harret down, too! No siree, there sure was no backing out of this one. She'd just have to suck it up and suck mouth with this beautiful, busty redhead! Good thing it hadn't been her idea!
Just like the both of them knew all too well, the excuses Kimmy told herself worked down her reluctance, her shyness, prodding her on until she could at least imitate suavity. Thrust into new waters, she couldn't help but be awkward, somewhat clumsily reaching out to take Clara by the arms before opting for the more personal hip-hold, touching her so gingerly she might as well have been hover-handing her. She barely leaned in an inch, then backed out, barely humming to herself as she debated how she could've been more smooth. Jesus, how simple could this be?...How hard could she possibly bungle it?
Her lingering lack of confidence eventually made Clara's brow twitch down a hint, and just as Kimmy started trying to lean in again, Clara suddenly stopped her dead in her tracks by blurting out "Have you ever even gotten to first base, before? I mean, I know you're shy, but you're acting like a girl in junior high. Or is it just because it's me you're kissing?" Kimmy's eyes widened, a touch.
"W-What? Y...Yeah, of course I have! It has nothing to do with you," she hastily asserted. The lie was blatant; Clara grinned like a cat before a mouse.
"Yeah right," she remarked back, "you're a shit liar. Look, you were doing fine. You've been getting better around here, trust me. Don't get uptight on me, now."
Kimmy could almost feel a hint of adrenaline course through her as her heart beat harder. Just do it, she told herself. It's no big deal. Yeah, right. If it were no big deal, her legs wouldn't feel like jelly. Subtly, she gave her lips a self-conscious little lick with just the tip of her tongue, then closed her eyes and rapidly leaned in, gently puckering up. Before Kimmy could make a goof of it and do something silly like, say, practically bashing her mouth to Clara's, the redhead struck, robbing Kimmy of the control she thought she had. Darting a hand up, she lightly took the trap by the back of her neck, pulled her in the final stretch, and confidently locked lips with her, giving Kimmy just two insistent kisses before moving to deepen them.
Kimmy squeaked a little "Mmf!" Clara, meanwhile, hummed a passive "Mmm..."
The instant she felt Clara's soft hand glide across the nape of her neck, a shudder coursed down her spine, sending goose bumps across her creamy skin. She locked up, instinctively letting Clara take control, trying not to seem meek as she followed her lead. Kimmy's eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings as tingles erupted through her stomach.
Oh. My. God. This was...This was too good.
Exactly as planned, as soon as Kimmy started, she was hooked. Fireworks practically went off in the poor femboy's head. The scent of Clara's skin, the sensation of those full, pouty lips smudging their lipstick against her own, barely feeling the chest of Clara's corset brushing against her, the electric current that flushed through her skin...The wild surge that coursed into her lap...How, why, was this so addictive?...If Kimmy had better control of her faculties, she probably wouldn't have been able to resist sliding her hands around Clara's waist and pulling her against herself, groping that ass like she owned the damn thing.
Instead, Kimmy was brainless putty in Clara's hands, especially once she parted her lips and started giving Kimmy's own some playful flicks with the tip of her tongue, looking to gain entry. Kimmy couldn't help but squeak and lean her head into Clara's a little more, needily pressing their lips tighter together. The feeling of someone's tongue was...So unbelievably alien. The heat, the texture, just against her lips...She already had dew collecting at the corners of her eyes, but she timidly parted her lips a little, numbly leaving the gate ajar for Clara to commence her assault, unchallenged. Instead, Clara grinned, leaned back an inch, huffed a hot sigh against Kimmy's chin, and muttered "Stick out your fuckin' tongue...Now!"
Kimmy whimpered, another quake passing through her entire body. Oh, God, don't let anybody see her, like this! Skirt lifting up in a furious hard-on, knees practically knocking, teary-eyed from the ecstasy of just kissing this near-stranger...Why doesn't she just get "Milquetoast" tattooed across her ass and get it over with?!
Just when she thought she was getting somewhere in the self-confidence department, just when she thought she was getting some experience under her belt, House Venus kicks the legs out from under her, yet again. Such a simple thing...Yet something that hadn't yet been exploited. She breathed harder through her nose as she started inching out her tongue, gingerly letting the tip slide out past her lower lip. Clara gave a steamy "Mm" right as she closed the distance again, pressing her mouth to Kimmy's, greedily sliding her hot, wet mouth-muscle overtop Kimmy's as she eagerly invaded her mouth, using the trap's own tongue like a red carpet. Clara's patience only went so far. Tongue that slutboy's mouth until she creams her panties with her milky drippies. She had it coming for being such a tease with the shy act.
Kimmy warbled against Clara's mouth, but the redhead just fed her back a reassuring hum, lightly stroking her thumb near the back of Kimmy's jaw. Clara lightly tilted her head one way to deepen the embrace, and Kimmy naturally tilted in the opposite direction, feet barely shifting as she inched her body a little closer. Looking at the two, it was pretty clear who was more worked up by the kiss: while Kimmy was as red as a tomato, Clara didn't look one bit fazed. Time didn't breed familiarity, either. Eyelashes flickering, Kimmy just stood there, helplessly giving the tiniest coos and whimpers into Clara's mouth as the redhead lightly wrestled tongues with her, the both of them halfway into each other's mouth. Kimmy could even taste the sweet sugars of their fruity breakfast, lingering in Clara's saliva...
Without warning, Kimmy felt something brush against her chest, and in seconds, Clara's fingers had found her left nipple through the thin material of her uniform. When she closed her digits and gave the firm, sensitive little nubbin a pinch, Kimmy's entire body went tense. She couldn't help but jerk her head back an inch, gasping through her mouth. Clara immediately pulled her back in, digging her tongue back into Kimmy's mouth, ramping up her motions until she were scooping at Kimmy's tongue, coaxing her into coiling with her. Kimmy's mind began going blank, gracefully taking away her self-conscious fears.
Kimmy's need unchained itself. She helplessly tried to explore as much of Clara's mouth as she could, but Clara only took it as an invite to wrestle with her, to play goaltender as she kept Kimmy in the middle ground between them. Kimmy's hold on Clara's hips became more confident, and it didn't take long before she was sliding them around to the small of Clara's back, rather gracefully holding her kissing trainer a bit closer. When that enormous bust of her's began to press up against Kimmy, it only spurred her on further. Call her crazy, but...Clara seemed to be changing her tune, too. Was she getting more into it?...She almost seemed to like the way Kimmy was fighting back, now...
The more she got worked up, the more Clara smiled. Kimmy alternated between holding her breath and giving hot puffs through her nose against Clara's cheek, between trying the offensive on Clara's mouth and surrendering, letting the redhead taste into her drooling honeypot. It wasn't long before she dimly noticed how tight her panties had gotten, how clingy the front had become against her, but all she could do with the aphrodisiacs fresh in her system was relish it, bask in the sensation, making it all the worse as a result. Eventually, Clara paused, for a second; Kimmy felt her swallow their mingling saliva, and she took the opportunity to do the same, downing the ambrosia. Then, she was going on the offensive, again.
She couldn't take it, anymore...Why don't the two of them just sit down, at least? Get a little more comfortable?...Or, at the very least, Kimmy should put her hands to better use than just holding the bombshell's waist...Before she could at last grab Clara, squeeze her, pull her in until she could feel those big tits and that fat bulge squishing against her, Clara was suddenly...Disembarking. She slowly began to withdraw her tongue, close her lips...Kimmy couldn't help but follow after her with her tongue, but she couldn't bring herself to completely flip the script and forcibly slide her tongue on in between Clara's lips, in return. In the end, they were reduced to gently flicking their tips against each other a couple times, but inevitably, Clara tired of the play with a little giggle.
Pulling her head back, she let go of Kimmy's neck, a sharp smirk on her face as she observed with heavy-lidded eyes the effect she had had on Kimmy. How cute, the femboy was blushing! Kimmy, eyes half-open and a little glassy, looked positively dazed and confused, breathing hard through her mouth. She watched Clara earnestly, expectantly, clearly hoping she might change her mind and reinitiate the steamy makeout session, to escalate it, even. Instead, Clara just looked down, raised her eyebrows, and let her smirk turn into a big, smug smile. Kimmy's ears burned when the redhead gave a little scoff. Flicking her eyes back up to Kimmy's, Clara just nonchalantly remarked "Seriously?...I'm flattered. I wasn't feelin' it."
Ouch.
Instead of clamming up, Kimmy found her voice, protesting the verdict with a confused "W-What?! If you didn't like it, why'd you kiss me for so long?!"
Clara just shrugged, her expression not even shifting. "I was waiting for it to get fun," she simply explained. "It was, uh...So-so. You have potential. We'll work on it."
Kimmy probably should've questioned the glaze in the shortstack's eyes, but she was too flustered to pay attention. She just looked past the side of Clara's head, instead. God, what could she even say to that? She wanted to curl up and hide her face - why was Clara trying to humiliate her, all of a sudden?! Clara raised her eyebrows and regained Kimmy's attention with a timely flick of her finger against a lingering issue standing between them. Just about flinching, Kimmy looked back over as the petite bombshell insisted "Look...Take this as friendly advice. If you wanna make a move on this roommate of your's, if you wanna get him hard for you-"
Kimmy indignantly blurted out "Clara!"
"You're gonna have to show some confidence. Even if all you wanna do is spread 'em and count a hundred Mississippis, you need to want it, go for it. Hell, same applies for Beverly, even, if you want."
Kimmy clenched her hands with frustration, practically towering over Clara as she snapped "I'm not looking to make any moves, on anyone!"
Clara ignored the laughable lie. Kind of stupid to play coy at this point, but to each their own. Barely shaking her head, her eyes briefly dipped down to Kimmy's lips before rising back to her eyes. "If you can't be confident with me," she asserted, "how are you ever gonna be confident with someone you actually want to kiss?" Kimmy had to pause, at that. In seconds, she was deflating. Clara was right...If she couldn't be confident with someone a step above a stranger, how was she going to manage when the kissing meant something, to her? How was she going to avoid mucking it up when she only had one shot?
Clara firmly grabbed her own hips, just about puffing up her chest like a gladiator facing her opponent. Raising her voice a touch, brow furrowed in spite of the wicked smile on her face, she laid it all out for Kimmy, telling her plain what the plan for the day would be. "Right. You listen here, baby: for the rest of the day, you call me mistress, got that? You'll be a hard worker, and whatever I tell you to do, you do."
Wait, what? What did this have to do with her having confidence?
Kimmy's mouth fell open to protest, but Clara just grinned, arched an eyebrow, and added "By the end of the day, I'll have you ready and willing to make the most out of sex, with whoever, whenever. Consider me a test, hon. Until you pass, you aren't ready to make a move on Travis...Let alone Beverly."
A bit of frustration crossed Kimmy's face - who was Clara to judge whether she was worthy, or not? Some part of Kimmy wanted to tell Clara off, and Clara almost seemed to be expecting that, even looking forward to it; she raised her eyebrows, mouth hanging open in a crack of a smile as she waited for Kimmy to respond, to either acquiesce or fight back. Kimmy's frustration boiled up until, with a visible slump of her shoulders, it simply fizzled out. Maybe Clara had a point...She did seem to know what she was talking about. If she wanted to help, Kimmy should've just been grateful, right?...She was so confident, maybe she could teach Kimmy to do the same?...
Lips barely shifting, Kimmy mumbled the tummy-tingling admission: "Fine...Okay...Mistress."
Clara almost seemed disappointed. Her little smile swiftly wilted away, and her eyebrows dropped back down. She turned back around, marched for her cleaning gear, and sounded more brusque than ever before as she said "We've wasted enough time, this morning. Come on, we have work to do. Get crackin'."
Kimmy paused, watching Clara go. She sounded even more aloof, now, than she had earlier that morning. What had she said wrong? Kimmy's expression twisted in discomfort. Maybe...Maybe she should've stood up to Clara, after all. She still had time, right? She tried to open her mouth and find her voice, but watching Clara walk away was too opposing a sight for her to grab the words. She quietly gave in and changed her mind, expression turning melancholic. Maybe next time...
Meanwhile, Beverly, just then stepping out from the janitorial closet with Shelly, heard a beep through her earpiece, the telltale signal that someone were trying to buzz open the front gate of the estate grounds. Straight away, she knew something was off. David hadn't mentioned any kind of meeting for the day, and even if it were a last-minute development, he would've given her a ring and filled her in on it. Oh well, no harm done, it was probably just a friend of David's wanting to pull the ol' surprise visit and get an eyeful of his buddy's beautiful maid staff. Beverly tittered at the thought. Suppose she couldn't blame him, whoever he was.
She gestured for Shelly to go on ahead without her, pointing to her earpiece by way of an explanation. The chiselled Aussie gave a smirk and a thumbs-up right before the second beep hit Beverly's earpiece, the signal that the line would open imminently. Beverly, already turning and quickly making for the front door to the mansion, couldn't help but give a bright smile as the outside world faintly filled her ear as background noise, right alongside the idling of an engine. "Hi there," she said, speaking a touch loudly so whoever had buzzed her might hear her over their own car. "Welcome to David Harret's estate, this is his Head Maid speaking. May I ask who's visiting, and for what purpose?"
The cold, hard voice slowed Beverly's footsteps. "Brandy Callahan...Miss Beverly."
For a few moments, Beverly forgot herself. She slowed to a stop, brow furrowing, lips settling in a flat line. If there was anything that could've wilted her aphrodisiac-fuelled hard-on, it would've been the idea of seeing Brandy, again. A couple uncomfortable seconds rolled by with a conspicuous lack of response from the Head Maid, but at last, she repeated her question, nonverbally pointing out to Brandy that she hadn't fully explained herself. This time, she didn't smile, but with a forced bubbliness as natural to the ear as the real thing, she asked "And to what purpose is this visit, may I ask?"
"Do your job and open the gate. I have a lawyer with me."
How rude. Beverly started smiling, again. She resumed walking, yet at a much slower pace, this time around. Hands to her hips, she maintained her lighthearted tone as she pointed out "You weren't scheduled for a visit, as far as I was made aware..."
"Open. The. Gate," Brandy uttered, enunciating each word so sharply, Beverly could almost hear her teeth grinding.
Beverly lost her smile again as she stepped out into the main hall of the mansion, eyeing the security panel by the front door. Bubbly tone fading, she more matter-of-factly asserted "Please wait a moment, I'll have to ask David if he's taking visitors at the moment or is prepared to answer legal representatives."
"Open the damn ga-"
Beverly reached up and tapped a small button on her earpiece, cutting Brandy off mid-rant by killing the connection. She couldn't resist an exasperated glance up towards the ceiling as she pressed another, smaller button on the earpiece, initiating a call straight to Harret's personal phone line. He picked up as the second ring was beginning, that deep, baritone voice of his filling her ear like bass as he asked "Hey, Beverly. How's the morning going? Something wrong?"
Beverly eased open the security panel as she answered him, eyeing the black sedan perched before the estate's front gate via the camera feed. A bit under her breath, she explained "Oh, the morning's been great, so far. The day's work and routine are going fantastic, actually! No problems to report with the girls, but I thought I'd let you know that a certain woman is parked right in front of the estate grounds...And she says she has a lawyer with her." Briefly narrowing her eyes out of confusion, she went ahead and asked "Was this a scheduled thing, or did she really think she'd be able to just come on up here and bull me into opening the door, for her?"
Harret's sigh was all the answer Beverly needed, but all the same, he remarked "God, no. I did get a tip-off that she planned on marching up here with a lawyer, but I didn't know if she'd seriously make that big of a fool of herself. If nothing else, you have to give her credit for tenacity. If this had been scheduled, I would've warned you."
"I figured, but I wanted to ask, anyway," Beverly lightly explained. Gently arching an eyebrow, she added "So, should I tell her you aren't prepared to extend your hospitality? Maybe mention she should've made an appointment but can learn from her mistake for next time?"
Harret chuckled. "She'd pop a blood vessel. No, no reason to taunt her, especially if she has some lawyer with her, wrapped around her little finger and her bank account. Might as well let them in. I'll be in my office, just, uh...It goes without saying that the route should be cleared of traffic, before you do." Harret started cracking up, speaking around rumbling chuckles as he added "If the lot of you walked around a corner and found Courtney "disciplining" Berri right there on the hallway floor, I think Brandy'd have a stroke."
Beverly broke out into a smile and had a little giggle. "Goes without saying," she warmly agreed. She drew in a little breath to steady herself, then sighed out "Okay, then...If you're ready to kick the hornet's nest again, then so am I. I'll let her in. You know what you're doing, right, David?..."
"Always."
"Okay...Ten minutes," Beverly warned.
Just as her fingers reached for the keys on the security panel, just as she was about to hang up and call back the front gate's intercom, Harret spoke up again, adding "Just a sec. Here's hoping I can keep this debacle brief, but either way, whenever this is done and Brandy heads on her merry way, do you think you could send Kimmy to my office, please? It's been a few days since I first checked in with her, and I'd like to hear how she's doing, by now. After that, oh...Send in Shelly. It's been a bit since I had a one-on-one with her, too. I'd like to catch up with her at least once before the week's out."
Beverly started smiling from ear to ear. Holding back a giggle, she was as chipper as ever as she confirmed "Kimmy and Sheila, got it. Stand back, I'm about to let Big Momma in..."
~~End of Ch. 9~~
Chapter 10: Thursday Afternoon - Real Girl
Chapter Text
Kimmy's Maid Training
Part II ‑ "Interdiction"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: September 8, 2017
Once the esteemed guests had stepped up onto the front porch, Beverly was opening the door with a bright smile, robbing Brandy of the chance to immaturely slam the doorknocker like a hyperactive drummer. Briefly shrugging with her eyebrows as she spoke, free hand going to her hip in a perky pose, Beverly happily offered "Good morning, and welcome to House Venus! I'm Beverly, the one you spoke to over the intercom?"
Brandy was already glaring. Her associate on the other hand, presumably the lawyer she had mentioned, looked a little startled at the sight of Beverly. The Aryan briefly looked the newcomer up and down, subtly reading her like a book with the pages splayed right open. To her surprise, Brandy's pet lawyer was not, in fact, a man, leaving out the possibility that she were...Encouraging her legal aid to fight with one hundred and ten percent. No, Beverly's mind immediately, and perhaps unfairly, went to another sinister possibility: Brandy had gone out of her way to choose a female lawyer because she assumed another woman would be just as incensed at the sight of Harret's supposedly deplorable manipulation of his female staff.
Judging by the way the woman looked so rattled at the sight of the tall, buxom, bikini-clad maid, Beverly had to assume Brandy had tragically misread her legal aid. Poor her.
Today, Brandy was dressed in an ash gray skirt and suit jacket combination, wearing a thin black sweater underneath a smart buttoned-up jacket, complete with a tight, knee-length skirt, nylons, and tall black heels. Combine that with her usual bun and the single diamond-encrusted stick used to secure it, and she looked pretty sharp, Beverly had to admit. Her lawyer, too, was dressed just as smartly, if a wee bit unimaginatively. An attractive enough woman in her mid-thirties, the brunette had a straight, satiny bob cut around the jaw line, all swept down with a thick set of bangs to cover her forehead.
Her eyes, a nice honey amber, were somewhat obfuscated by the large set of glasses she wore, complete with thick, black frames for that nerdy-chic look. Her makeup was on the light side, but she maintained some rosy lip gloss and a little bit of eyeshadow to try and go for a subtle "natural beauty" look, but Beverly could've spotted the cosmetics from a mile away. Throw in a purple skirt and jacket combo like Brandy's, complete with black nylons, golden hoop earrings, and an undershirt with the first few buttons left undone, and really, she looked pretty good, all things considered. Brandy may have had some natural, haughty beauty to her, but her lawyer tried harder, not to mention dressed in better suits.
Ignoring Brandy for the moment, Beverly immediately extended her hand to the new person, offering the woman a big, genuine smile. After all, just because her client was a witch, it didn't mean she was a bad person, right? Briefly raising her eyebrows high, Beverly cheerily offered "Oh, there you are, you must be the lawyer Brandy mentioned! It's nice to meet you, welcome to David Harret's estate!"
The lawyer raised an eyebrow a little, reaching out a carefully manicured hand to accept the dainty handshake. She pretended her eyes didn't flicker down, and Beverly likewise pretended not to notice, as the woman said "Hi, yes, it's nice to meet you. I'm miss Callahan's legal counsel, Debra Winter. Doctor Harret is presently in, yes?"
Brandy arched an eyebrow, cold eyes dropping to the lingering handshake before shooting back up to her lawyer, then darting to Beverly. Maybe she expected the two of them to greet each other with fingers in the air, because the overpowering crinkle in her lips almost looked adorable, between those slightly gaunt cheeks of her's. As they slipped fingers away from each other, Beverly opened the door wider, stepped to the side, and gently swept out an arm, gesturing for the two of them to enter the estate. "Oh yes," she readily answered, "he certainly is. Come on in, I'll show you to his office! Would you like a refreshment, before we go? Don't have to do yard work to know it's a hot day, out there."
Beverly gave a quick giggle, and Debra couldn't help but smile. Brandy, meanwhile, scowled, being sure to cross the threshold before her own lawyer did. "No," she uttered, clearly glaring at Beverly even through the corners of her eyes, all the way until she had walked far enough past her that she had to choose between turning her head and acknowledging the woman or dropping the optical assault. Debra, meanwhile, had opened her mouth to answer, then promptly closed it with a bit of a frown. Beverly smiled a little wider, offering the woman a bit of a wince before shutting the door behind her. Debra probably would've accepted the offer purely out of politeness, but it looked like Brandy could cow more than just men.
Thanks to a pre-screening of the route from the front door to Harret's office, the trio of ladies had a peaceful stroll from point A to point B, and not only did Brandy notice, she almost seemed annoyed by it. Knowing full well that any exchange of words between them would invariably turn sour right quick, Beverly kept ignoring her and aimed all her small talk at Debra. The woman, as could be expected, came across rather warm, but it wasn't long before Brandy was cutting their pleasantries short with a snappy "It's too quiet...Where are the other maids?" Beverly and Debra both trailed off from their chitchat and looked over at the third wheel. As politely as ever, Beverly merely explained "Well, I would imagine they're tending to their workloads for the day. Why do you ask?"
Brandy barely gave a grumble in response, growling away the question. Debra reached up, adjusted her spectacles over the bridge of her nose, and narrowed her eyes a little as she asked "Do, um...Do all the maids here dress like you do, miss Beverly? Is that the standard uniform?"
Brandy scoffed and spoke for Beverly, muttering "They do. God, it's deplorable. David has them parading around all day, half-naked. Doesn't matter if he has business associates over. Harry and his friends are always whispering about it like a pack of pubescent schoolboys."
Beverly ignored Brandy, tossed a smile over her shoulder at Debra, hummed a little titter, and explained "Actually, no, none of the other girls dress quite like I do. When a new maid joins the team, she's given the chance to choose between one of two different styles of uniform, and once she's put in enough time, she's welcome to make adjustments or ask to have them made. There's quite a lot of individuality afforded, here!" Beverly gave another quick giggle, grinning as she added "Hee-hee, I love it! Normal uniforms are so chaffing, right? So boring! I'd never get to feel so sexy all day, doing a normal nine-to-five. Dressing for the beach helps make work feel less like...Well, work!"
That answer seemed to satisfy Debra, who smiled, nodded, and remarked "I see," but it only made Brandy scowl and knit her brow. In just a few moments more, Beverly was leading the two of them up to a door, grasping the knob with one hand as she rapped a light knocking with the other. Slowly opening the door a crack, she offered a friendly "David? The guests are here." She didn't open the door completely until he had called "Yes, come on in," at which point she politely eased it open and stood aside, folding her hands together over her lap as she gave the guests a chance to enter before her. Brandy, of course, marched in before Debra could, a big, cocky smile already growing on her face. Oh, she had him, now. He wouldn't be prepared for legal representation waltzing into his home. Just the fact that she had a lawyer with her to judge his every word would make him squirm. She'd have to fight back the cackles. He'd crack and spill it all!
Not quite, as it turned out. Perhaps if Harret hadn't gotten a tip about her latest move, he would've been in hotter water, but as it stood now? When Brandy walked in and noticed the laptop set over Harret's desk, turned around to face the room with a man staring at her via video call taking up the entirety of the screen, her cocky smile slowly wilted away until she looked utterly neutral. She stared at the clean-shaven man, his hair styled into a neat, conservative sweep, expression unimpressed and all business as he watched her. She flicked her eyes up to Harret, watching her with the same kind of aloofness besides a slight raise in his eyebrows. Briefly, subtly, Brandy narrowed her eyes at Harret. He had anticipated this?...Not likely. Someone had warned him. But who had she...?
Once Debra had stepped in, Beverly brought up the rear, quietly shutting the office door behind them all. Now that accused and accuser were in the same room together, Harret took over the show from Beverly, standing up from his big desk with a sudden smile as he spotted his opponent's lawyer. With the shades pulled halfway so as not to cast a glare across the laptop screen, none of the ladies needed to squint as Harret stepped around his desk, walking over with a hand extended towards Debra. With a legitimately friendly smile, he introduced himself, offering "Hello there, you must be miss Callahan's legal representation. I'm doctor David Harret, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Debra took the handshake with a polite, if somewhat aloof, smile, introducing herself with a professional "Debra Winter, thank you. It's nice to meet you, doctor Harret." Beverly observed with a stoic look on her face, maintaining a polite silence as she kept a post by the door, hands folded together over her lap. Debra was cooler with Harret than she had been with herself, but that wasn't much of a surprise. No sense in being overly chummy with a man you might wind up costing millions, if not putting behind bars for a lifetime. Still, civility between sporting combatants, and all that.
Like the others present, Harret was dressed to the nines. The big, broad-shouldered man had pulled on a black dress shirt patterned with thin silver vertical lines, complete with a rich red tie. Down below, he had on a matching black pair of dress pants, supported with a classy pair of plain black suspenders. His dress shoes, black of course, were polished to a sparkle, and not only had the big man gotten in a neat shave that morning, he had even gotten a haircut. Now, with his hair nice and short and his bangs lightly spiked up, he naturally looked as picturesque as a man could possibly get in order to face the charges levied against him.
Harret partially turned to the side, gesturing an arm out towards the laptop turned to face Brandy and Debra. As politely as ever, he introduced his own associate in turn, saying "Allow me to introduce Lyle Carter, my own legal representation. I was just in the middle of a conversation with him, but given the nature of our relationship these days, I thought it prudent to keep him present when I was told miss Callahan had arrived at the estate. You don't mind, do you?" Lyle, over the screen, gave a bit of a quick, stilted smile as he offered half a nod by way of acknowledgement. Brandy said nothing, but Debra naturally kept her from looking bitter by answering for the both of them, politely chirping "No, of course not. In fact, it's only appropriate."
Harret motioned to the two leather seats set before his lacquered desk, gesturing for them to feel free to seat themselves. As he stepped back around his desk and the two women quietly took him up on the offer, he sighed out "So, to what purpose is this visit, may I ask? Beverly couldn't answer that for me, but here you are in my office, so I'll go ahead and ask you, myself." Debra, sitting prim and proper in her seat, kept upright as she daintily crossed one leg over the other at the knee. Briefly leaning forward a little, she kept her eyes on Harret's as she courteously explained "We're both here today regarding the charges my client has begun laying against you. I thought it only fair that, as the accused, you were supplied with a copy of the evidence to support my client's claims. You and your representation are legally entitled to be made aware of such in order to prepare a defence, should a legal appointment be set."
"We accept, of course," Harret answered, nodding as he leaned back into his chair, crossing one leg over the other at the ankle. Brandy suddenly tossed a glance over her shoulder, evidently checking to see if Beverly had seen herself out after letting the other women in. Beverly barely flickered her eyes down at Brandy's, brow furrowing a hint. Brandy's lip curled a little, but then she was looking straight ahead, once more. Debra raised her eyebrows as she reached into a pocket on her suit jacket, slipping out a thick little phone-like device. Eyes down on the screen, she tapped at it a couple times with her thumb, almost robotically asking "I have it all prepared electronically. May I have some form of contact information to send it to you? An email address would work best."
"You can have mine," Lyle interjected, rhyming it off for Debra. She gave a little nod, politely thanked him, and after a few moments, started slipping the device back into her pocket. "As you'll see in a few moments, mister Carter," she explained, "miss Callahan has already lodged formal complaints with both the medical board and the executive board of directors in doctor Harret's place of business, Lavish Lifestyles International."
Harret threaded his hands over his lap, quietly listening as Debra continued. Lyle, meanwhile, visibly dropped his eyes, evidently prepared to immediately look over whatever documents Debra had provided. "She charges doctor Harret with medical malpractice," Debra explained with an aloof, matter-of-fact tone. "She asserts that there's probable cause to assume that his pharmaceutical work for LLI is related to his all-female staff and their live-in positions at this estate, with or potentially without their consent."
"I'd like to point out that my staff only remain on the grounds for a period of seven days at a time," Harret quite calmly pointed out. Eyes half-closed, he barely raised his chin up at Debra as he explained "Not only could I simply not afford to pay so many people the salaries I offer for the housekeeping positions if they remained every day of the week, but it's simply unnecessary to have so many people performing upkeep all month long. Every other week is entirely vacation time for my staff, besides Beverly, of course, who maintains a residency here as head of staff. However, even she has her workload drastically lightened during the off week, and her role becomes more secretarial than janitorial." With a chuckle, he added "Combine that with my own work keeping me out of the house in that time, and she's largely left to her own devices."
"I see," Debra graciously answered. Brandy, meanwhile, furrowed her brow, lips pursing. So far, not a peep. Harret and Beverly were both surprised - she was on relatively good behaviour. Likely that was purely because of Harret's own lawyer. If Lyle weren't present, no doubt Brandy would've already started blurting out accusations and insults, rudely disregarding everything Harret said straight to his face. Getting back on topic, Debra continued, explaining "I was hoping you'd agree to answer a couple questions for me, doctor Harret. In exchange, I'd offer to have my client answer any questions mister Carter might have."
"You aren't obligated to say a thing, David," Lyle interrupted, glancing back up into the camera. "She's asking for an off-the-books cross-examination."
"That's perfectly alright, I have nothing to hide," Harret remarked, a warm smile growing across his face. Raising his eyebrows a little, he uncrossed his legs, sat up a little, and shifted his office chair a little closer to his desk, giving Debra his full attention. "Go right ahead," he prompted, giving her a friendly gesture with a hand. Debra reached up, lightly adjusting the fit of her spectacles with a little pinch of the frames. "Is it true that your pharmaceutical work for LLI primarily revolves around feminine beauty products? These can range anywhere from external cosmetics to internal supplements. Estrogen formulas, breast enhancement solutions, et cetera. Mostly hormone-related work on the invasive side of the spectrum."
"That's true," Harret stated, giving a languid nod.
Giving a little tilt with her head to the side, Debra eyed Harret a little more sharply. "Why is that?"
Lyle, too, began eyeing Debra more sharply. "Of what relevance is that," he fired back. "If you're attempting to gauge my client's intentions for his line of work, you can save it for when a jury's present."
Brandy shot Lyle a severe stare, uttering "He can speak for himself."
Harret threaded his hands together over his desk, smiled more, and quite simply explained "I appreciate the female form." Debra arched an eyebrow at him, while Brandy just stared daggers at him. Holding back a bit of a chuckle, Harret passively threw his hands up by his shoulders, as if to say "Ya got me!" Dropping them back down into his lap, he added "I wanted to do whatever I could to have a hand in feminine beauty. Every woman deserves to look however she wants, wouldn't you agree? And, naturally, the majority of people want to look desirable. So, I began focusing on the field of beauty products, of helping women become as beautiful as they can possibly be. More than anything, though, it serves to make them as confident in themselves as they can get."
"That's noble of you," Debra offered, a certain detachment in her tone betraying it for a mere pleasantry. Moving on to a different line of thought, she asked "I expect that the documents I requested will come through shortly, but while I have the opportunity, I'll ask you, directly: are there any chemicals, compounds, or otherwise pharmaceutical solutions provided by LLI for work purposes that you may have checked out and taken from company grounds?"
Harret's expression didn't flinch. Those documents would never go through. He had more than enough people unwilling to help Brandy to bolster the already considerable layers of red tape between company files and the histrionic troublemaker's grubby little hands. It may have been unwise of him, but he went ahead and nodded, explaining "A great deal, yes. All raw compounds. Most of my colleagues do, as well. I'm sure Brandy can corroborate that her friend, Harry Bryant, does the same. It's no big secret that many of us spend half our lives at work and the other half working at home." He chuckled, giving Debra a big, disarming smile as he added "Much of my research takes place here, rather than company facilities."
Debra looked over at Brandy, who grit her teeth and looked a hint uncomfortable. To Harret's surprise, Brandy actually admitted the truth, trying not to mutter as she explained "...He does, yes."
Debra looked back over at Harret, narrowing her eyes in a more curious than suspicious manner as she asked "Very well, but would you say you sign out company compounds in quantities large enough to fabricate any sort of finalized substance from your home?"
Harret lost his smile, gave a slight shake with his head, and resolutely asserted "Absolutely not."
Debra gave a faint nod. "One last question," she offered, briefly looking downwards and raising a fist to her mouth as she quietly cleared her throat. Looking back up at Harret, she arched an eyebrow and asked "Are all your maids dressed like miss Beverly? If so, why? I'm far from out of line when I point out that housekeeping uniforms are usually quite conservative."
Harret gave a grin, giving another confident shake with his head. "No, they aren't," he flatly asserted. "When a new staff member joins, she's provided the opportunity to choose between two separate styles of uniform, and once they've put in enough time, they're allowed to make whatever adjustments they see fit, within reason. However a maid dresses, that was her choice and her choice alone."
"Yes, miss Beverly mentioned the same thing," Debra slowly admitted, earning another nod from Harret.
"As for why they may choose to dress a particular way, well, you'd really have to ask them yourself," Harret added, chuckling a little. "If I had to personally hazard a guess, I'd imagine they enjoy feeling attractive?"
The slight dry tone in his voice betrayed how silly he thought this line of questioning was, and Debra, herself, seemed to inwardly agree that it wasn't giving her the ammunition she thought it might've. She briefly pursed her lips a little, then raised her eyebrows, a more alert look coming to her as she turned her eyes to Lyle. "Very well, that was all I wanted to ask, at the moment," she said. "Mister Carter, you may ask my client whichever questions you find most pressing. Keep it brief like I did, please, if you will."
Lyle perked up, a little. Brandy's brow settled in a flat, hard line, parallel to her mouth. Watching her carefully through the video call, Lyle spoke more coldly towards her than Debra had to Harret, and the perceived disrespect clearly grated upon her patience. "Miss Callahan," Lyle started off, "how long have you known my client for?"
Brandy briefly furrowed her brow even deeper. "Known of him? A little over five years, I suppose?...On a first-name basis? Two and a half years."
"And is it true that last year, on the date of February fourteenth, Lavish Lifestyles International hosted a Valentine's Day celebration at the private estate of one of my client's business associates, one mister Don Arstor," Lyle asked.
Brandy's jaw clenched up, eyes faintly widening in annoyance.
"And is it true that at said celebration," Lyle continued, "you made romantic and/or sexual advances upon my client, had those advances rejected, and proceeded to react both negatively and publicly?"
Debra furrowed her brow, interrupting with an annoyed "Are you implying that any sort of interpersonal issue is the motivator behind my client's case?"
Brandy lightly squeezed her hands into fists. Harret felt more embarrassed for her than anything else - today, she wasn't being as skilled an actress as she could be. Maybe she was still off-kilt from having her little lawyer ploy subverted, but you'd think she'd be smart enough not to lose her temper in front of the legal aid. Gruffly, she lied "I don't remember any such event."
Naturally, this drew responses from everyone present. Debra tossed her a glance out of the corners of her eyes - clearly, she was already aware of said incident. Beverly couldn't help but roll her eyes. Harret briefly furrowed his brow before breaking out into a smile. Lyle furrowed his brow deep, leaned a little closer towards the video feed, and raised his voice a little as he snapped "Oh, you don't? Because I have multiple signed statements from reliable witnesses that not only did such an event take place, but you were present for it, and even felt humiliated when my client turned down your advances."
"We-" Debra tried to interject.
"I don't care what the fuck they signed," Brandy snapped back, eyes widening. "I never made any "advances" on David!"
"But the Valentine's Day party did take place," Lyle asked, narrowing his eyes, raising an eyebrow.
Brandy dug the hole even deeper. "Okay, yes, it did," she backpedalled, clearly thinking that coming clean would keep her from looking dishonest. "And yes, I flirted with David a little, but I was three sheets to the wind! Lots of people do things they regret when they're drunk, it has nothing to do with what's going on h-"
Debra looked over at Brandy, watching her for a couple seconds with eyebrows raised. Jaw hanging open a crack, she looked back over at Harret and Lyle, cutting Brandy off with an inelegant "Gentlemen, I'd like to thank you for your time and hospitality. I think this meeting's accomplished what it set out to do. My client and I have prior appointments we need to see to, and so, respectfully, we'll take our leave, now." Harret raised his eyebrows and gave a slow nod, expression neutral all the while. As Debra stood up, Beverly reached over and opened the office door for the two visitors, but it took Brandy a couple seconds before she was finally willing to admit defeat.
"I'll show the two of you out," Beverly pleasantly offered, smiling. Debra, looking a little pallid, thanked her, and Brandy wisely kept her mouth shut. Harret watched the three of them leave, and once Beverly had quietly shut the door behind herself, he was turning the laptop back around over his desk, turning Lyle back around to face him. Raising an eyebrow a little, Harret muttered "Well, there you have it. Got to see her with your own eyes. So proud she can barely function."
"Debra's going to have her work cut out for her with a client like that," Lyle dryly remarked, cracking a smile. "She's gonna have to duct tape Brandy's mouth shut just to keep her from melting down ten seconds into the case, if this hits a courtroom."
Harret narrowed his eyes, leaned back into his seat, and threw a leg over the other, crossing them. "No, I wouldn't count on that," he slowly advised. Shrugging with his eyebrows, he turned his head to the side a little, shooting Lyle an askew look. "Brandy's got a temper, but she's also a good actress. She's sharper than some of the doctors she dates," he asserted. He shook his head a little, slowly muttering "I don't trust that this is a reflection of how she's actually going to behave, should this escalate. Debra will tell her to keep her emotions in check, and Brandy will do everything she can not to sabotage things for herself. She'll get her story straight, get her temper under control...She'll come ready. We can't rely on her losing her cool in a courtroom."
Lyle nodded. "You think this might've been an act, try to get our guard down?"
Harret raised his eyebrows, shook his head, and laconically remarked "I wouldn't put it past her to try it. She only looked ridiculous, coming in here. Debra could see it, too. If that was Brandy's plan, she either didn't let Debra in on it, or Debra's as good an actress as her client. Either way, I'll deal with her more tomorrow night. Doubtless she's going to put in an appearance at the ball, if only to try and recruit people against me."
Lyle's expression turned a little grave. Whatever the case, all parties involved had gotten a sneak preview of how their opponent planned on playing out this conflict. Based on the questions both lawyers had asked both parties, both sides planned on attacking the other's credibility, in their own way. Main difference was, Harret actually had witnesses, signed testimonies...And Brandy only had her short fuse. She had circumstantial evidence, probable cause, but Harret was charming, had a good reputation, and could prove that Brandy had reason for a vendetta. Provided some smoking gun didn't fall into Brandy's hands, it didn't look like she'd win this, and now she could sense it. If she wanted to stand a chance at this, she'd have to seriously clean up her act, pronto.
Beverly watched through the video feed of the security panel as Brandy and Debra walked off to their car. Judging by the wild hand gestures, Brandy was clearly letting off steam at her own lawyer's expense, and poor Debra was just silently putting up with it. Considering she had kept Brandy from tarnishing her own credibility to the enemy any further than she already had, you'd think Brandy would've been kissing Debra's feet, but if anything, her ego simply couldn't admit she had played herself. No matter what, it simply couldn't be her fault. Somehow, some way, it was someone or something else's.
Beverly silently shook her head, a little. She watched Brandy drive off, then remotely shut and secured the estate gate behind her. Only then did she afford herself a little sigh of relief, told herself to forget about Brandy, and focus back on the fun of the day's game. Her easy smile coming back to her, she turned and started off, nearly skipping as she hummed to herself. She'd have plenty of time to forget all about Brandy. Still lots of work to do for the day, and who knew what kind of shenanigans the day's game would coax out of her girls. For now, though, Kimmy was scheduled for a meeting with the good master of the estate...
The rest of Kimmy's morning went by in a bit of a fever dream. While Beverly and Harret were busy dealing with Brandy, Kimmy was busy dealing with the anxiety of always looking over her shoulder, always ready to shield her bum when she dropped something. More than once, Clara sadistically toyed with her by demanding to be able to feel her up, to grope her bulge, spank her ass, play with her budding chest, or worst of all, give her another practice makeout session, all while demanding she be called "mistress."
Away from Clara was no better. Even the occasional bathroom break was fraught with peril: the first time she left to take a tinkle, she ran into Aisha kneeling in the hallway, furiously going down on Courtney, sucking the milf off until her head was hanging back, hands on the Nubian's bobbing own. Neither of them made any attempt to keep their voices down - Courtney just moaned rather tensely over the noisy slurping sounds, not caring one whit who heard. The two of them were so engrossed in their little tryst, they didn't even seem to notice Kimmy, at all. Nothing would've been better at giving Kimmy's feet wings. She scampered right out of there before either one of the two heard her in the corridor and got the bright idea to give her a part in their play.
The second time Kimmy took a break, she almost walked right into Shelly. Moving down a corridor, she froze when the muscular Aussie rounded a corner further down the hall. Judging by the way she kept a lackadaisical pace and glanced around all the while, Kimmy had to assume she was looking for someone, and for the sake of her own dignity, she didn't risk getting her willpower tested by saying hello. Quiet as a cat, she turned right back around on a heel and scurried her way back to Clara, opting to take her break a little later on. Clara, at least, wasn't trying to jump to third base at the drop of a hat. Sure, it was demeaning to constantly have to call her mistress, it was embarrassing to constantly get groped until she were sticky down under, but...Better that than getting a sore keister up against the banister, right?
It wasn't long after that near run-in with Shelly that Beverly was tracking the two down, announcing with her usual happy-go-lucky smile that Harret was out of a meeting and ready to see Kimmy. The way Clara smirked made Kimmy quietly clear her throat. Harret wanted to see her?...Today, of all days? Early? Oh, dear. Resisting the urge to tug down the front of her skirt, she tried not to shuffle her feet as she set aside her cleaning gear, then started following Beverly to Harret's office. Along the way, Beverly only made small talk, asking Kimmy about how the morning's work was coming along...An obvious sign, at least in Kimmy's eyes, that something big were on Beverly's mind.
She tried finding an angle to ask her if something were bothering her, but before she could get the words, they had already reached the big man's door. Beverly gave a little knock, opened the door for Kimmy, and warmly announced her presence. Then, the door was shutting behind the newbie maid, and she was left alone with the only man on the mansion grounds...All alone, trapped in his office for the first time since she had...
Since she had...Um...Whew, uh, is it getting hot in here?...
Kimmy gave a flustered grin as Harret looked up from his assortment of papers, opened texts, and notebooks, the big gorilla of a man smiling from ear to ear as he stopped writing. Besides having put away his laptop and opened the blinds a little, the office was much the same way as it had been during the morning's affair. Setting the cap to his fancy gold and black pen, he gestured to the two chairs set before his desk, leftovers from that distasteful business with Brandy. "Kimmy, good to see you," he warmly offered. "Have a seat. How are you?"
Kimmy couldn't help but shyly mumble as she walked over, frosted pigtails gently swaying against her shoulders as her heels quietly clicked against the hardwood floor. "Oh, uh, I'm okay, thanks..." She broke out into a bit of a nervous giggle, preemptively working out the butterflies before she had even sat down. So what if she had given him her first blowjob?...That was how long ago, now? No need to be shy. He was still just her boss, and he did it all the time with the other girls. He had probably forgotten all about it, by now. Harret started leaning back into his chair, crossing one leg over the other underneath his desk. "Good, glad to hear it," he answered, throwing in a nod for good measure.
Briefly waving a hand off to the side, he jokingly explained "Don't worry, you aren't in trouble. I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. You've been on the job for a couple more days, and things seem to be going pretty well. I wanted to ask you directly, though: how's everything going? How do you think you're doing?"
A big, bubbly smile on her face, Kimmy dropped into her seat and enthusiastically gushed "Oh, well, uh, I think I'm doing alright! I mean, I'm getting along pretty well with all the other girls." Grinning now, Kimmy briefly gestured out to her sides with her hands, adding "They've all been super welcoming of me, and Hitomi even wants to hang out, next week! I think Berri mentioned wanting to take me out to some nightclubs, too, or something?"
"Hey, that's great to hear," Harret remarked, smiling. "I always knew the lot of them would welcome you with open arms. We have a pretty good bunch, here. They've always been good at making new maids feel like they fit in."
Kimmy gave a pigtail-bobbing nod. Sitting upright and perky with her knees together, she dropped her hands to her thighs as she admitted "As for the work itself, I mean, yeah, it can tire you out after a day, but it's satisfying. I try my best, you know? It's fulfilling, keeping this place in tip-top shape. It's like the entire mansion is one big project for us to tackle together, over the week. After going ages at home just wasting time, this was the kind of hard work I really needed. I think I needed to apply myself at something."
Harret nodded again, smiling wider. Hearing Kimmy be so forthcoming after the way she had started off in the position was a real treat, he had to admit.
Giving an excited giggle and a whine, Kimmy bounced on the balls of her feet, jostling her knees up and down as she excitedly blurted out "Ooh, but, today's been killing me, so far! I'm terrified somebody's gonna ask me to do something super kinky! It's not like I can say no! The only person to do something to me has been Clara, but she's just toying with me!"
Harret arched an eyebrow, briefly held out his hand towards her, and remarked "Why don't you ask one of the others to do something? That way, you can be sure it's what you want. If you've ever wanted to fool around with one of the other maids, today's your chance, after all."
Kimmy gave another giggle. Face starting to turn pink, she reached up and preened her bangs a little, sweeping them towards her right side with a finger before idly stroking down one of her pigtails. "Oh, I couldn't do that, ah hah," she answered, voice turning more subdued, more sheepish. Harret just gave a shrug, briefly smiling wider. To each their own. Uncrossing his legs, he lightly raised an eyebrow at her as he leaned a little more forward in his chair, earnestly asking "So, no problems, then? No concerns to bring up?" Kimmy thought for a moment, trying to think back to a time when she had a legitimate grievance that gave her pause. Then, with a happy hum, she gave him another big, glowing smile, eyes bright as she gave a quick little shake with her head.
Harret gave a nod. No problems to report, then. Good to hear, reaffirmed that Brandy was wrong. He had started the maid work at House Venus to help people like Kimmy, after all, to help them be happier with themselves and to do the things they truly wanted to do. Hearing that his latest employee was all too satisfied with her position was all the more reassuring, thanks to miss Callahan. Raising both his eyebrows, he folded his hands together overtop his cluttered papers and notebooks as he offered "Well, that's good! I'm going to be honest with you, I've heard nothing but good things about you."
Kimmy's eyes lit up, the cutie trap perking up a little more in her seat. Smiling wide, Harret explained "Beverly has nothing but good things to report, and the rest of the team likes you. She says you're a hard worker, and I can tell the other girls think you're adorable." Kimmy's face went a shade pink as she grinned, averting her eyes as she asked "Really?" Harret held back a chuckle as he gave a nod. Why did it surprise her to hear that people liked her? She was a sweetheart - shy, but that was to be expected. Plus, there was already a marked difference in how she carried herself. Only question was, would it last once she had stepped back out through those doors, at the end of the week? Warmly, he asked "You're becoming a real part of the team, Kimmy. I just wanted to say that I hope you'll stay with us for the next work week."
Kimmy seemed a little flustered at the offer. Her eyes widened a second before she started grinning, breathlessly giggling before blurting out "Yeah, of course! I think I'd really like that. I already love it here, and I like working with all the other girls, too. I mean, I was gonna wait until the first week was up before I really made up my mind, but...I mean, how can I say no when you put it that way?" Harret raised his eyebrows, visibly trying not to grin as he signalled for her to slow down with a hand, quickly chiming out "Well, you can still wait until Saturday, if you'd prefer. There's no rush, I know there's a lot that goes into this position."
Kimmy, still grinning, shook her head and giggled out "No, it's okay, I mean, I think I've already made up my mind, anyway. I really like it here, and if you guys want me here too, then as far as I'm concerned, it's settled. Right?"
"Sure," Harret chirped, smiling as he picked up his pen, again. Popping off the cap, he lightly gestured past her with the pen, signalling for the door as he began wrapping things up. "Well, I'm really glad to hear you feel that way, Kimmy. I look forward to working with you, I'm honestly really happy that House Venus has been helping you. You're free to go, sweetheart, that's all I wanted to chat about."
Kimmy's lips gently pursed, pouted, and shifted about. Why did he want to help people like her, so much?...Why did he care? She felt like coming out and asking, but really, she had the funny feeling he'd just tell her it was a long story. After all, the longer she sat there, the longer she wasn't doing her job with Clara. Still, she couldn't help but raise a hand and preen a pigtail, again. A little expectantly, a little slowly, she objected to the end of the meeting, trying to keep her voice steady as she asked "Are you sure? Uh...I mean..."
Harret raised his eyebrows, smile fading as he slowly looked back up at her in confusion. She smiled from ear to ear, then gave a grin. Gently rolling the tip of her pigtail around between her fingertips, her face began burning a rather noticeable red. To her credit, she actually managed to keep herself from warbling or stammering, but her voice did begin to taper off and quiet down into a mumble as she added "I just mean, y'know...There's nothing else you want to talk about, while I'm here...?"
Harret started to smile from ear to ear. He barely gave a shake with his head. "No, Kimmy," he casually answered, holding back a little chuckle. "That was all. Have a good day, alright?"
Kimmy gave a nod. Now, her ears were turning scarlet, too. "O-Okay," she murmured. As soon as she stood up, a tent popped out the front of her skirt, but she just tugged down the hem of her uniform like nothing was wrong before walking around her chair and making for the door. Harret let his eyes drop to her swaying hips for a couple seconds, but once she murmured a cute "G'bye" at the door, he looked back up to her head and offered back a nonchalant "Bye-bye, now." Once she had shut the door, he exhaled an amused huff, smiling to himself as he looked back down at his notebook, pen swaying as he picked up where he had left off.
Honestly, he was flattered. Any other day, he would've rewarded her nerve, but today, there was just too much on his mind. She really was a cutie, and the longer she'd spend here, the more irresistible she'd become. He couldn't wait to see where a month or two brought her...
Kimmy tried to beat back her blush as she started making her way back to Clara. Why hadn't he wanted to fool around?...He had sure liked their first meeting, together. Didn't he always fool around with his maids, in the one-on-one sessions? Well...Maybe not always, but wasn't it unusual for him not to, at least? Maybe he liked to make the first move?...Oh well. No use worrying about it, she supposed. She'd have her hands full without throwing herself at Harret to make it all the worse for herself. Speaking of which, she'd better hurry back to Clara before someone on the prowl spotted her alone in the halls. Last thing she needed was Berri bumping her chin until her balls felt fit to burst.
Easier said than done...And an ironic choice in abuser, considering what followed.
There Kimmy was, walking through the front hall of the mansion, making her way towards the downstairs staircase so she might rejoin her partner on the first floor, when all of a sudden, a noise filled the air, distant yet still sharp enough to prick her ears. All had been quiet, making the abrupt sound all the more eyebrow-raising, and when it came a second and third time in rapid succession, Kimmy was given pause. She put the brakes on, face quickly going blank in the process. Slowly, her eyes drifted up and over towards a hallway on the third floor of the mansion. Already her heart was thumping in her chest, long before she even pinned down what the noise sounded like.
That sounded like...That sounded like slapping. No, it'd take some serious elbow grease for a slap to be that loud...Spanking.
Kimmy gulped. There she was, faced with a dilemma for the ages: go back to work with a bossy, big-breasted girl whose respect she had apparently begun to lose, or go investigate the mysterious spanking sound and risk it all? God knew this could've been a trap. Whatever was going on over there, somebody was feeling frisky, and they might not have had any qualms about making it a group effort. Clara, on the other hand, kept it safe with teasing. All throughout this internal debating, Kimmy was still as hard as a rock, that raging baton under her uniform pulsing with pure need, encouraging her to make the smart choice. In the end, she listened.
Willpower already stretched thin after working herself up for Harret, Kimmy postponed seeing Clara...At least for a bit. Quickly, quietly, she climbed the stairs to the third floor, resisting the urge to run up two steps at a time in her giddiness. Just a quick peek, that's all - just a quick look to see who was doing whom, what with who, and once she had gotten her voyeuristic thrill, she'd scamper on back to Clara and get back to work with the busty babe. God only knew what Clara would do to her next...If Kimmy came back late, she'd probably assume Harret had fucked her, and for all Kimmy knew, Clara might feel up to fisting her until she found the cream filling. Kimmy whimpered. That was a risk she'd just have to take.
The spanking sounds, loud and crisp, were like breadcrumbs guiding her on the trail, and in short order, Kimmy was finding the specific hallway they were coming from. The spanking sound vanished shortly after, leaving her clueless and unsure of where to go, but then, new sounds, quieter sounds, slowly rose up to replace them...Leading Kimmy right up to an ajar door, left open just a crack. Could've been an invitation...Could've been a warning sign: "Don't disturb if you don't want this to happen to you." She bit her lip. The penalty could've been severe. But, how could Kimmy be sure she didn't want it if she didn't see it, herself?...
"Whew...Hhn...Haw..."
"Mm...Ah!...Ooh..."
Kimmy's heart pounded in her ears. She thought she recognized those voices, and that new sound filling the air was definitely a kind of clapping...
As quietly as a field mouse, as slowly as molasses, she reached out, gently touched the doorknob with just her fingertips, and eased the door open a little more, widening the crack until she could peer through. What she saw made her eyes go wide like saucers. Jaw dropping, she raised a hand and covered her gaping mouth before she could let out a stunned squeak.
The assorted pieces of two different maid uniforms were scattered across the floor, forming a trail. Kimmy's eyes followed the fishnet shirt, the spiked bracelets, and the knee-high leather boots with the bright red soles, bringing her gaze squarely upon...A very familiar bikini top, black with white lace trimming. A matching bikini bottom wasn't far, alongside a skirt, and...Two pairs of feet, all four facing the same direction.
"Hnng!...Aw...Jesus..."
"Mhmm...You like that, don't you?..."
Kimmy's legs went weightless, seemingly disappearing from underneath her as her eyes rose up those four smooth, creamy legs, two of which were still sheathed up to the crotch with black nylons, banded around the top with purest white.
"Unnh...F-Fuck off..."
"Ah-ah! No sass, now. That's what got you into this mess in the first place, Berri. Don't you ever learn your lesson?..."
"Make me, bimbo," she chuckled back, prompting the clapping to intensify.
Kimmy just stared. In her stupor, she simply forgot to blink. There was Berri, that fetching punk with the dark makeup and the bad attitude, bent low over a desk placed up against the wall. Standing behind her, rhythmically rocking her hips hard, slowly crushing her lap against Berri's ass needily enough to send a ripple through her buns and a pap through the air, was none other than that tall, blonde, blue-eyed beauty, the voluptuous, bubbly Head Maid, Beverly.
With a grin, Beverly cooed out "I can try, hee-hee!" Berri just gave a long groan of satisfaction in response, body slumping further over the desk as the beauty behind her quickened her pace, a little. The feast for Kimmy's eyes was a sensory overload at it's finest: pale-skinned Berri, so proud, so obnoxious at times, laid low, thick rump wiggling and shaking every time Beverly rocked her hips in, deep-dicking her like the real bitch she was, making sure to give her the full length of the dipstick slide whistle before pulling back out. Eyes shut, dark purple lipstick making the "0" of her mouth all the more visible, Berri's black eyeshadow shifted as she screwed her eyes shut a little tighter.
When Beverly reached over and lightly took a grip on Berri's black hair, pulling it back in a ponytail, Berri gave a tense groan, but she didn't fight it. She let the t-girl behind her pull her head back, lifting her face to the world, forcing her to rear up as the took the railing. It wasn't long until the pumping had intensified into real ramming, and with every crash of Beverly's crotch against Berri's apple bottom, Berri's body pushed against the edge of the desk, shifting her forward hard enough to send her purple-streaked bangs swaying over her face. Kimmy swallowed, finally blinking to keep her vision from blurring. Beverly looked so good, like this...So sexy, so confident...She knew exactly what she was doing. Did she like to take charge, or was she just a captain correcting a wayward teammate?...
Kimmy could only imagine that whatever had set this encounter off had been fiery; in their haste, Berri had torn off every last piece of clothing, but Beverly just hadn't bothered to take off her stockings or heels. One hand in Berri's hair, the other on her hip, that blonde bombshell smiled down at Berri with a rather placid look on her face, eyes heavy-lidded as she disciplined her. Beverly wasn't quiet, either - Berri was constantly hissing, cussing, groaning and grunting like a whore, and considering she was getting Beverly's entire slab of meat crammed up her ass, Kimmy couldn't frickin' blame her. Beverly, though, was humming, cooing, giving quiet moans...And every now and then, closing her eyes, even hanging her head back as she gave needy groans, satisfied sighs.
Kimmy felt a drip run down the underside of her shaft clear to her aching pouch. Gaping like a fish out of water, her breaths turned shallow as Beverly put both hands to Berri's shoulders, holding her steady. That was a clear sign: Beverly was ready to really start bashing that tight tailpipe, to dig it out with her long, hard, hot timber, and there was nothing Berri could do but take it. The wet sounds of lube filling the air made Kimmy's legs tremble; the smell beginning to fill her nose, that pheromone-laced scent of sweat and sex, made her face positively boil. She could just imagine Berri's lubed pucker massaging her shaft on every stroke...Just imagine the packing in her tummy as Beverly's big, needy rod pushed deeper, deeper...
Kimmy's breathing hitched. No more. She couldn't do it, anymore.
She reached down, flipped her apron up, yanked the damp crotch of her panties down, and readily gripped that steel-hard, sap-dripping baton in her fist. For a second, a wild fear gripped her that if she stroked with wild abandon, the wet sound of her own slutty nectar might alert her two coworkers, but just having her fist on her cock was too tempting for logical thought to enter into the picture. Helplessly using her own ooze like lube, the greenhorn maid wildly pumped her fist up and down, mercilessly slapping the bottom of her hand into her lap. She had to let her eyes close, still wisely covering her mouth with her other hand, letting herself give a moan into her palm. Oh God, her balls were so tense, so full, already!
Fuck the rules...Just let her cum, she fucking needs it! She forced her eyes to open, but her eyelids flickered, desperate to close, desperate for her brain to completely shut down. Who needs to see when the need to feel good is so much stronger? Beverly's big, thick ass, bouncing back and forth with every piston of her hips...That sway, that bounce in her chest, enormous sweater-puppies shifting with every rush of the Aryan's hips, nipples standing like cherries over the beauty's big, pink areolae, just begging to get suckled...The sheen of sweat spreading across their bodies, more Berri's than Beverly's from the exertion of her receiving role...Beverly, helplessly murmuring to herself in German out of her raw need to breed this misbehaving maid's ass...
The clapping of lap to cheeks escalated, the moaning and grunting intensified, until Beverly started to lean over Berri, giving herself even more force to ram with. Hands still on her shoulders, Beverly rocked Berri's body harder and harder against the desk until a lamp overtop began to shudder. Without warning, Berri tilted her head back, looking up over her shoulder at Beverly with dewy eyes. Kimmy had never heard her sound so desperate, so pleading, so timid, than when she shakily whimpered out "W-Wait, stop! You're gonna make me cum!"
If Kimmy had been able to see Beverly's full, heavy balls flopping around between her thighs, hearing Berri crack and surrender would've had Kimmy jetting spunk against the doorframe. Instead, she stopped, gripped her tip tight for a second, then slid her hand off, gasping into her hand as her prick jumped in desperation, red rocket looking liable to explode as it leaked pure lust down her shiny shaft. No more...Too close, that had been too close...Just thinking about Beverly busting a sludgy nut up Berri's ass as she squeals and wastes her load on the floor had a shudder coursing through Kimmy's body, all the way down her spine until her tush gave a flex. Just save it up, it's Blue Balls Day...Gotta hold it in...
Beverly immediately stopped, graciously obeying the call for a time-out. Kimmy could only watch as that long, thick, veiny slab of blushing meat slid back out of Berri's pucker, both sides in the war flushed red from the armed conflict. The vibrant hand prints across both of Berri's cushiony cheeks readily explained the initial distress signal that drew Kimmy, forcing her to choke back a satisfied groan. Beverly hadn't even been using a condom, the fiendish lass. Oh God, yes...Now it all made sense. It hadn't just been dirty talk, Beverly had been teaching Berri a lesson...Or, a yummy alternative, Berri had asked to be taught a lesson, dared Beverly to try. Maybe Aisha had told Beverly about the way Berri had roused Kimmy, or maybe she had figured out that the gothy smartmouth had flipped her off at the morning shower. Whatever the case, here's hoping Berri isn't such a brat for the rest of the day.
Rigid inches swaying with every step, Beverly smiled wide as Berri started pushing herself up, the Head Maid gently helping her with a hum and a playful "You sound as cute as ever, once you get into it." Berri half grunted, half chuckled. When she turned around, Kimmy just about fainted. Contrary to what she had imagined, Berri hadn't, in fact, gone limp like a sissy as soon as a big, manly cock had started plumbing her pipes. No, when she turned around, Kimmy got to savour an eyeful of the beauty's impressive meat, hard as a rock and flushed dark with need, just a little bit of moisture beading against the slit of her tip.
Kimmy almost turned away before she mindlessly grabbed her cock, again. Instead, she lingered just long enough to see the two friends make up. When all was said and done, they got along better than they might've let on. With a smile, Beverly lightly took Berri's hips, giving one of them a little patting. After they had shared a quick peck of a kiss, Beverly cooed "Just be good, okay?" Berri mumbled back a noncommital "Mm" before adding "Thanks for the pre-game head, coach." As she turned to start collecting her clothes, Beverly gave a quick grin and chuckled out a mere "My pleasure."
Kimmy was smart enough to get a goddamn move on before she was spotted in the doorway. Show's over - a split-second longer, and one of those two would've spotted her. Hell, even as it was, she couldn't be sure Beverly hadn't, but she at least kept her retreat as silent as possible, so hopefully she hadn't heard her, as well. Bleary-eyed with lust, Kimmy finally dropped her hand from her mouth, yanking the basin of her panties back up over her furious hard-on, rushing down the hallway. More than ever, she was in hot water. She was stranded out in the open, nowhere to hide and nobody to protect her, hornier than a dog in heat and a few choice syllables away from seeing stars. Just need to get back to Clara...Just need to get back to mistr-
Kimmy screwed her eyes shut tight. Clara! Damn it, she was losing her cool! Just need to hook back up with her partner, all Clara's been doing is teasing her to embarrass her, anyway - can't cum from that, right? She'll be able to catch her breath and coast under the radar, as long as she's with Clara! Kimmy hurried down the grand stairway, making it to the second floor, rounding the bend for the first floor. She was just a couple minutes away, it wouldn't take long-
"Hey, Kimmy, there you are! I've been looking for you all morning, heh heh!"
Kimmy froze mid-step, cringing with her entire body like Bugs Bunny. She looked over, beaming a giant, nervous grin, trying not to chuckle to herself.
Shelly, standing right at the mouth of a second-floor hallway. Oh, dear...She was grinning right back at Kimmy.
So close, and yet so far. She had almost made it, too. Another minute, she would've been out of the main hall before anyone could've spotted her, but...Fucking of course. Why did she think she could've gotten away without being caught? She cracked under the pressure, breathlessly giggling to herself as she stood up straight, threw Shelly a little wave, and called back "H-Hi! Heh heh, yeah, hey, hi..."
Shelly, still grinning, raised a hand, crooking a finger at Kimmy a couple times before pointing down at the spot in front of her. "Over here, mate," she called. "Let's have a chat."
Kimmy winced. "Oh, y-y'know, I'd sure love to, Shelly, but, uh, Clara's already been waiting for me for a while, I really shouldn't keep her waiting any longer-"
Shelly dropped her chin, raised her eyebrows, pointed at the floor again, and uttered "Kimmy. Don't make me walk over there, now."
Kimmy drew an inwards sigh. No getting out of it, then. Giving a heavy exhale, she reluctantly swung a leg over in Shelly's direction, disembarking from her escape route with leaden feet. The Aussie tomboy grinned and held her hips until Kimmy had reached her, then threw her arm around her shoulders with a friendly sigh. Nodding to the side hard enough to send a swing through her dirty blonde ponytail, Shelly started guiding Kimmy into the hallway, slowly widening the gulf between her and safety. The knowing, mischievous hint in Shelly's voice made Kimmy feel even smaller next to her tall, chiselled body: "C'mon, we're just gonna take a little walk and chat, a little..."
Yeah, right. Kimmy may not have believed her, but part of her wanted to. She crossed her arms at the wrists, holding her own hands in front of her lap as her hip bumped to Shelly's on every step. "Just gonna talk," she repeated, tossing a hopeful look Shelly's way. The Aussie grinned and nodded. "Yeah, just gonna talk," she confirmed, winking. Kimmy's stomach began to tingle as she stared straight ahead, watching the long hallway looming before the two of them. Here we go, boys and girls: somebody had finally gotten her all to themselves. Question was, what were they going to do with the opportunity? Eventually, Kimmy closed her eyes, leaning a little closer to Shelly as they walked along. She could smell that peach perfume, again...Mm...
"...That ain't just from me, is it," Shelly abruptly asked. Kimmy opened her eyes and looked up in a hurry, spotting the way Shelly shrugged with her eyebrows, darted her eyes down, and barely gave a nod up with her chin. Kimmy started to go pink. Without even thinking, she blurted out "No, I, uh...I kinda walked in on..." Kimmy's voice faltered. The pink in her face turned to red, and in a smaller voice, she finished her thought with a subdued "...Bev and Berri doin' it." Shelly started grinning, raising an eyebrow as if she were confused. Kimmy raised her eyebrows back at Shelly, a little defensively adding "They were going at it really hard, okay? Like, jeez, Bev was slamming her."
Shelly's grin widened, a hint. She looked off through the corners of her eyes, humming out "Hmm...Hey, uh, I think this is a good spot, right here." Kimmy looked down, watching in curiosity as the two slowed to a stop next to a door, just one of many nondescript examples in that wing of the second floor. The dirty blonde tomboy, plump, cushiony ass visibly shifting against the seat of her spandex shorts with every step, walked over, opened the door, and stepped on through, looking around as she idly said "Yeah, this'll do just fine. Come on in, babe." Kimmy tried not to fan herself down with a hand. Behind closed doors for a chat?...Yyyeah, that's fine. Nothing to worry about, right? Just...Oh, why even bother? Shelly was about to use her like a damn toy. Question was, how?
Kimmy gulped and gave a flustered smile. Eyes glassy, forehead a bit shiny with perspiration, heart pounding hard enough to deepen her breaths, she tried her best not to flex her determined manhood as she followed Shelly in across the threshold. Heels clicking the floor with every step, Kimmy anxiously pretended not to notice the way Shelly's grin widened from ear to ear as she passed her by, turning around in time to see the Aussie quietly shut the door...Then turn the lock with a foreboding click. As she turned back around, grinning all the while, Kimmy gave a flustered grin of her own, a quick chuckle, and a brief, impotent flop out to the sides with her arms before dropping her hands to her hips. "Well," she said, managing to keep her voice steady in spite of her racing heart, "you've got me all alone. What did you wanna chat about?"
Maybe Shelly thought Kimmy was really that naive, maybe she thought Kimmy hadn't gotten wise to the lot of them after five days of working with them. Maybe it was just as much of a game to her, maybe she got a thrill out of pushing the innocent angle until it boiled over...Play dumb until it explodes, right? Either way, she started walking over, brazenly pulling at her unbuttoned top until she had untucked it from her skin-tight shorts. She could barely toss it off before, with a grin and a chuckle, she was upon Kimmy, throwing her arms around her as she muttered "The hell do you think, mate? C'mere!"
Kimmy stood there, timid as a hare before hounds as the tall, toned tomboy, enormous tits straining against the tiny triangles of her paltry bra, shorts already stretching somewhere central, loomed over her with a grin, practically lunging at her with how confidently she stepped into Kimmy's personal space. The trap's hard-on, simply refusing to quit, only spurred the predator on more, driving Shelly to savour the tasty confection at her momentary beck and call. Kimmy gave a peep as Shelly reached around her, an exhilarated smile immediately splitting the trap's face as the voluptuous sheila reached up under her dress and grabbed at her overpadded bubble butt, gripping those thick seat cushions before giving a pull.
When Shelly effortlessly lifted Kimmy off of her feet, pulling the smaller maid up against her body, Kimmy's face immediately opened up in surprise, smile vanishing as she gasped. As soon as she was up off of the floor, body pressing to Shelly's until her member was trapped between them and the tomboy's dual pillows were pressing into her chest, Kimmy instinctively lifted her knees and hooked her legs around Shelly's waist, sealing them together all the better when she reached over the other maid's arms and grabbed her back. Kimmy broke back out into a smile, giggling to herself until Shelly abruptly planted her mouth against her, needily breathing hot puffs against her cheek through her nose as she dug her tongue in between Kimmy's lips.
Maybe it was all the build-up from Clara, Harret, Beverly and Berri; maybe it was just because it was Shelly. Maybe it was because of the wink-wink, nudge-nudge lead up to this, maybe it was as simple as the aphrodisiacs in her system. Either way, when that tomboy's lips mashed to her's, smudging her matte, bubblegum pink lipstick against her, when her hot breath filled Kimmy's mouth, when the addictive texture of a tongue met her's in an eager wrestling match, Kimmy didn't shrink, didn't quake like she did with Clara. She answered in kind, giving a moan into Shelly's mouth as she fought back against her tongue, tasting her, massaging her, head rushing on the scent of Shelly's skin.
Shelly started walking, blindly carrying Kimmy by her manslaying booty across the guest bedroom until her legs hit the foot of the nearby queen-sized bed. Giving a husky chuckle into Kimmy's mouth, the needy sheila raised a hand to the middle of Kimmy's back, helping to support her, helping to lock her into her embrace, before she dropped forward, letting her knees hit into the mattress before she was bringing Kimmy down to her back, falling over her. Kimmy unlocked her legs from around her, knees up at Shelly's waist as the blonde babe kept between her legs, dwarfing her over the bed.
Kimmy got to savour the sensation of Shelly's hot, slippery tongue for a few moments more, the smooth underside and the slight texture of the topside, before Shelly was pulling back. Kimmy, breathing through her nose, left her mouth open a crack as she opened her eyes a little, finding herself gazing back into Shelly's amber own, all the more visible thanks to the thin eyeliner and light eyeshadow she wore. Before Kimmy even knew what was happening, Shelly's mouth was shifting, and a second later, a long tail of their mingled saliva eased down from between her puckered lips, sliding right on into Kimmy's mouth until it hit the back of her mouth in a warm, syrupy ichor.
Kimmy's eyes opened wider, nostrils flaring a couple times as her face flushed with colour. In spite of her surprise, however, she naturally followed through without even thinking - her throat visibly gave a little tense as she swallowed, and as soon as their saliva had gone down, Kimmy was back to lightly huffing for air, short of breath as she gazed up at her aggressor. Shelly, eyes half-closed and glazed, gave a little grin at the display. Then, the bomb dropped.
"You mind if I use one of your condoms?"
Kimmy's entire body went a bit still, eyes still locked on Shelly's in a glassy stare.
Shelly's expression turned a hint rueful. Lightly raising her eyebrows, grin turning remorseful, she explained "I'd use one of mine, but I was kinda hoping to take them home, at the end of the week. Gonna need every one I can get."
Kimmy blinked. "You...Wait, you mean you want to use one, use one?"
Shelly raised an eyebrow, grinning wider as she turned her head to the side a little, giving Kimmy an askew look. "That's what I just said, isn't it? It's Blue Balls Day! I wanna pound that fat ass, mate! You think I don't know you want to?" Giving a quick chuckle, Shelly added "You've fancied me from day one, now's our chance to do something about it! I'm not gonna wait around for you to make the first move!"
Kimmy opened her mouth a little more, then wisely swallowed back the "But I'm a virgin!" confession that had very nearly bubbled right on up out of her throat. For a second or two, Kimmy's brain was locked up in existential questioning - if her mind were a computer, the damn thing would be blue-screening, right about then.
Lose her virginity...Right here, right now? To Shelly?...But...
Kimmy's eyes relaxed, mouth closing in a little smile. She was quiet for a second longer, then she was murmuring a simple "...Go for it."
Shelly grinned. Crawling back from over Kimmy, she sat up on her knees between the trap's ankles as she reached for her thigh-pouch, happily going for the girly-boy's untouched rubbers. Shelly's prep work gave Kimmy time to reflect on her decision. Lying there, still smiling a little, she watched the ceiling, listening to the sounds of Shelly tearing a square off the strip, then ripping open that thin, plastic wrapping. Surprisingly, Kimmy's stomach had gone still. Her heart was rapping against her ribs, but not nearly as badly as just a minute ago. Her mind was even blank - she contemplated in more abstract forms than words.
Losing her virginity had always been an odd subject, for her. She had always been of two minds about it, swinging back and forth between the two as freely as the winds. On the one hand, her libido was always going haywire, all the more so because of the secret kinks she needed to bottle up - she needed to get off at least twice a day, she craved sex like only a nympho could. She wanted to be rid of the burden her virginity represented and be done with the damn thing, to finally just start fucking and have a sex life, to not care which hot stranger or how many of them she took to bed, to just indulge herself until she didn't know which way was up and which was down. On the other, her virginity represented more than a burden, it represented...Something special, saccharin as that might've sounded to another.
The first time...That was something you couldn't replace or ignore. She'd always remember it, for better or worse, so make it worth remembering - don't have some drunken one-night stand with a complete stranger or someone you don't even give a crap about, don't have some bad bout of sex that probably won't even get you to finish. She couldn't have a fulfilling sex life until she found that first person, the right one to take her first time. Make it good, make it last...Make it be with someone you actually care about, someone who cares about you. It doesn't even necessarily need to be someone you love, it doesn't need to be the Prince Charming...A friend, even, would do. A good one, one you know has your best interests at heart. That's a lot more realistic, and it would finally let you get past the roadblock your first time presents.
And with that in mind...Kimmy had okayed this. She could give it to Shelly.
She raised her head, looking down in time to see Shelly pull her maid cuffs off, grinning warmly down at Kimmy. That rock-hard slab of meat, that girthy horn sprouting up from over the waistband of her shorts, was wrapped down to the root in shiny pink latex, contained to the prophylactic besides the little bubble right over her tip, forming a reservoir...A redundant detail, considering the day's theme. The thing was doomed to go to waste, but it still helped make the sight all the more erotic. As she started pulling off her bra, letting those big, hard nipples come out to mesmerize Kimmy, the randy shemale huskily breathed out "I couldn't make up my mind, at first, whether I wanted to fuck you through your uniform or just do you naked, like an animal. But, it's too good to pass up, I want us both naked, completely. I don't want anything hiding you, I wanna feel every inch of you against me."
Kimmy's expression didn't shift, but the sentiment made her blush, all the same. Shelly started to stand up on the bed, towering over Kimmy as she started pulling off her shorts, sliding them down her thighs alongside her panties. As soon as the waistband dropped from under the root of her meat, her cock gave a sway down, hopping and flexing inside it's girly pink restraints as those dense reactors came out to play, just below. Happily looking down at her, Shelly added "Strip, mate. Let's get some skin-on-skin going." Kimmy openly stared at Shelly's meat for a second or two, then gave a couple blinks, nodding. God, what a...What a mind-melting sight. Those enormous implants, capped with pink, sensitive areolae and a tender pair of pebble-sized nipples, sitting perky just above a set of defined abs...Abs that led down to that thick landing strip of her's, that wide pelt of dirty blonde locks.
Just below that, that eight-inch battering ram, a wide, meaty, veiny slab of uncircumcised lust, just the right shape and size to fill up any little femboy's well-trained ass. Below that, that rather big pair of bull-balls she had, that big, smooth scrotum of her's bloated full with her heavy reactors, helplessly dangling and swaying between her thighs under the burden of their own milky reservoirs. Kimmy's breathing started to hitch. God, what she wouldn't do to just press her face right into all that, to lick and kiss Shelly, to smell her, to feel the weight of the tomboy's big balls, to hear her groans and sighs as she brushes her lips up the shaft, then slides them over the tip...Without warning, Kimmy moved like the wind, tearing off her clothes with such reckless abandon that Shelly had to chuckle and warn her not to screw with her balance.
Kimmy couldn't help herself. Already, her backdoor was giving flexes, gulping, beckoning - damn thing had a mind of it's own, and it knew there was an Alpha around, ready to rut her thong-devouring ass and free her from her virginity. Even if neither of them could cum, this still counted, right? This was still a loss of a V-card. right? How could it not?! This was full-on dick-in-ass penetration, of course she was losing her virginity! Didn't matter if they made a mess, in the end! Once Shelly had scattered her uniform over her shoulder and onto the floor, once Kimmy's had been strewn across the bed in a jumbled mess, once the two were entirely naked besides their makeup and the pink rubber on Shelly's big pucker-popper, Shelly, still standing over the prone, pigtailed trap with a big smile, twirled a finger at her with a wink.
The message couldn't have been more clear if Shelly had growled "Spread 'em, sister!" Kimmy warbled in a hint of protest, but all the same, she started to roll over between Shelly's feet. "What about the lube," she worriedly pointed out. "I mean, we both have a bottle! It'll just take a second!" Shelly grinned, slowly easing down to her knees over Kimmy's legs as she said "Yeah, no worries, I'll get to it! Don't worry, I don't plan on going in dry, on ya. I just gotta see it before I can lube it up, right? Don't you want me to finger you a little, stretch you out, some?"
Kimmy finished rolling onto her front, idly reaching back for her own caboose as Shelly gave a chuckle. "Or have you already gotten enough stretching, this morning" she dryly asked, a bit of a purr to her voice at the anticipated answer. Knitting her brow, raising one eyebrow while furrowing the other, Kimmy turned her head to the side a little, speaking over her shoulder as she kept her eyes forward on the nearby pillows. In a bit of a mumble, she left her hands sitting over her cheeks as she said "Not really, you're the first...Clara's been messing with me ever since breakfast, but honestly, I think she's just trying to tick me off."
There was a faint dooka-dooka noise as Shelly pumped out some lube from Kimmy's discarded thigh-pouch, followed by that oh so very distinct slick sound as she started working the marital aid across her jimmy hat. "Ah, that's just Clara," Shelly remarked. "She's probably just testing you. She's the sort where she won't respect you until you give her a reason to respect you. I wouldn't take it personally." Kimmy's lips pursed, then puckered, a little, in thought. Testing her, huh?...Figures. Hopefully it wasn't too late for her to pass. She gave Shelly another couple seconds to finish rubbing down her wrapped meat, then finally started pulling, rather brazenly parting open her thick cheeks for the other naked maid.
As soon as those buns were opening, Shelly was muttering "Jesus." Naturally, it didn't occur to Kimmy straight away what would've given the Aussie pause, but when it clicked, she paused, puckering her lips into a little ring. Shelly planted her hands over Kimmy's own, helping to keep her cheeks spread. She shifted a little over her knees, shimmying backwards a little, presumably to lean over and get a bit of a better look. Almost under her breath, the tomboy remarked "That's the sexiest thing I've seen all week...Why's it so big?" Kimmy started to go pink. Just a little slowly, she mumbled the confession, admitting "I, uh...I use a really big dildo?"
Pink turned to red. Voice going even smaller, she added "...Like, a lot. For years."
Shelly exhaled a bit of a "Whew" as she wiggled her hands against Kimmy's, forcing her to put a shake through her own thick cheeks. Kimmy tried to imagine what she looked like from Shelly's point of view, the feast she must be presenting for the horny t-girl. Smooth, svelte body, running down from her shoulders to the faint dip at her waist, then the wide flare out at her hips...The giant, bouncy cheeks of her ass, a bubble butt far too big for anything less than a cock-adoring girl, Mother Nature's little helping hand pointing out that this was prime meat for all the hungry boys.
Two pairs of hands, fingers pressing into the spongy cheeks, parting them for a look at the treasures between...That swollen, oversized pucker, stretched a bit bigger, a bit puffier, than normal, and down below, peeking out between those thick, juicy thighs, the femboy's spunk-heavy pouch, still in the process of swelling from days of House Venus vitamins. Even further below than that? Her red, needy cock, just a dribble of fresh pre-cum seeping from her slit to the bed sheets, still on the unimpressive side of the size scale, but at least it had grown into the average category.
With her cock pulled back and pointing down between her thick thighs, she was presenting the ultimate in bottom displays, the pinnacle in deference to the big top over her. With ass spread and cock tucked for Shelly to see, Kimmy may as well have been saying "See this dick? This dick ain't getting used. Your cock is workin' it, today. You're the one in charge, here. Pump me until I stain these sheets, big girl. Make me whimper." Considering Shelly seemed ready and willing to keep her spread for a gander at that crinkle, Kimmy was about to slip her hands out from under the tomboy's when she abruptly asked "Do me a favour, would ya?...Push. Let me see that thing blossom, a bit."
Kimmy's eyes shifted around a bit, mouth lightly hanging open as she deciphered what Shelly wanted. When it clicked, she went pink, all over again. Christ, that was easily one of the most perverted things she'd ever been asked to do! There was a bit of self-consciousness at first, but then Kimmy gave a flex with her backdoor, pushing just like Shelly wanted. She had to rest after a moment, but then she was giving another push, then another, rhythmically puckering up her own rosebud for the chiselled beauty, briefly making the thing look even bigger for her to enjoy. Holding back a little bit of a grunt from the exercise, she quietly asked "Like, uh...Like this?"
"Oh, fuck," Shelly breathed. Kimmy kept pushing, even as she felt Shelly shift over the bed. When something molten hot and slippery unexpectedly touched itself to her pucker, however, Kimmy yelped, eyes firing open wide as she flexed, the shock of it all making her clench that rosebud until it could've turned coal into diamonds. Kimmy let go of her ass and swept her arms up across the bed, but with Shelly prying her cheeks open, there was no flexing to keep the tongue away. With Shelly's hot breath wafting out against the back of her orbs, with that slimy mouth-muscle running laps around her pucker, Kimmy could only screw her eyes shut and wail "Don't rim meee! Oh my gosh, your tongue's on fire, s-stop it!"
When Shelly dug her mouth in a little more, when Kimmy felt those pouty lips press straight against her in a smooch, her legs gave a quiver, hips just about jerking away until she humped the mattress. Shelly finally lifted her head back up, grinning as she gave a hungry chuckle. "Relax, sweetheart, all's fair in love and war," she chortled. Kimmy, breathing a little heavily, just gave a whine, uncontrollably flexing her ring a couple times, trying to banish that lingering sensation of saliva. She paused when she heard Shelly pump out a little more lube, and then not one, but two fingertips were lining up against her crinkle, aimed vertically to better fit her natural shape.
When Shelly pushed, when she quickly slid those greased lockpicks through Kimmy's tumblers, the sensation was almost too much for her to handle. The shock of it sent tingles through her belly, made her eyelids flicker shut, sent her hips jerking forward into the bed, and with a very real sense of urgency, made her blurt out under her breath "Oh, crap!" Shelly gave a chuckle, gliding her fingers in all the way to the knuckle, gently pressing her remaining two knuckles into Kimmy's taint in the process. Kimmy tried not to grunt when the tomboy wiggled her fingers a little, then slid them back out to the fingertips, pushing them back in a second later.
Unlike some of the other ladies in Harret's employ, Shelly kept her fingernails reasonably short, blessedly keeping the potential for discomfort quite low in this most invasive of foreplay. Kimmy gazed sightlessly at the bed sheets, inches from her face as she endured the hand Shelly dealt her. The two of them were thinking the same thing, in that moment: "This wasn't so tough." Thanks to Kimmy's rather lengthy history of self-training, thanks to her larger than usual pucker, even two fingers right off the bat wasn't such a big deal...Provided she wanted it, but considering how horny she was, that wasn't much cause for concern. It felt so different than when she did it to herself, too...
Still sliding her digits back and forth, Shelly huskily breathed out "Mmf...Not bad, I can tell you've been training yourself. Either that, or you're a dedicated bottom - I figure it's both, heh heh. Guess I shouldn't be surprised. Shy little thing like you?...Mm, you probably can't even get hard unless you think about anal. God, how often do you use it? You're looser than I expected, should make this pretty easy. I don't know why, but I almost expected you to be an anal virgin, considering the way you looked when you first got the job."
Kimmy's face slowly began to burn. To burst Shelly's bubble, or not to burst her bubble? 'Twas the only thing on Kimmy's mind until Shelly began turning the keys through her lock, getting them horizontal inside Kimmy's rosebud. When she curled them downwards and started rubbing around for a certain special spot, all expression drained from Kimmy's face, leaving her lips in a tiny "o" as a fidget coursed through her legs, forcing her to curl her toes. There it was...
Shelly, grinning to herself, gave a chuckle over her. Hearing that sound coming from behind her only sent a shiver down Kimmy's spine, prompting her ring to flex around the invading digits priming her hole for a plumbing. Still, Shelly kept rubbing, gently running circles around Kimmy's bump with both fingertips, teasing her bitch-switch, priming it to blow Kimmy's mind.
In a little voice, as if she were talking to a pet, Shelly breathed "Hey there, lil' guy!...How you doin'? You ready to have a good time?...You're gonna be good to me, right? You're gonna let me treat ya, aren't ya? I'll be so good to you, don't you worry. You'd like to feel something bigger on you, wouldn't you?..."
Kimmy gave a little whimper. Yes! Yes, she would!
Shelly chuckled to herself and stopped toying with the femboy's spunk-button, going back to pumping her fingers, even going so far as to be a little more intense this time around, really working the lube into that sphincter. Dropping the act, she remarked "God, I love it. You're so soft inside, I can't wait to put it in. Let me just...Theeere we go..." Kimmy grunted, shutting her eyes as Shelly turned her fingers to the side, then abruptly pushed in two fingers from the other hand. A moment later, she was gently pulling to either side, effectively prying open Kimmy's rosebud, stretching it open. At first, there was a hint of uncontrollable resistance on Kimmy's side, but then she just found herself relaxing, and Shelly found her opening up as naturally as breathing.
Kimmy, face boiling red, could only imagine the grin on Shelly's face as her dark star yawned open, insides giving a flex as her backdoor tried to gulp itself shut. She could hear Shelly breathing even harder, practically panting to herself as she stretched Kimmy open as wide as she could go, then tried going even further, provoking the femboy to grunt and squeak for mercy before the stretch between her buns turned painful. Shelly stopped pulling, but in exchange, she simply held the position, grumbling "Yeah, just stay like that, for a minute...Should get you nice and loose, for me...Then we'll get the show on the road."
Kimmy grunted again, closing her eyes as she murmured a placid "O-Okay..." The two went silent for a short while, but then, Shelly was at last easing her fingers back together, mercifully letting Kimmy's tailpipe close itself. So relieved was she, her face stopped scrunching up, and she even afforded herself a little sigh of relief. Then, however, Shelly was pulling aside one of her cheeks and squirting some fresh lube directly against her pucker, finally tossing the thigh-pouch aside before muttering "Let's get you in the right pose, shall we?..." Kimmy opened her eyes again, idly looking around in a hint of anxiety. All the same, she murmured her assent, passively following the directions Shelly's soft hands guided her into.
Shelly left Kimmy's arms sprawled up past her head, stretched out across the bed. Although she kept Kimmy's chest down to the bed, she angled the trap's hips a little, forcing her to arch her back, a tiny bit...Leaving her ass just a little upraised and very, very vulnerable. She spread Kimmy's knees open against the bed, splaying those thick thighs until the girly-boy looked ready to fuck the mattress, leaving her ankles nice and wide apart in the process. And to top it all off, the cherry on top as it were, was the way Shelly loomed over her, pinning her down to the bed like a dog about to mate with his bitch.
Jutting down into either side of Kimmy's peripheral vision were Shelly's arms, hands planted down into the mattress just past her head. Down under, Shelly kept her legs over Kimmy's, pressing her knees just under Kimmy's own, ensuring those legs stayed spread. Kimmy, chin to the mattress, just stared straight ahead at the pillows by the headboard, stuck in the unenviable position of waiting for the probe to guide itself on in. Her stomach twisted a little, her heart thumped against the mattress, her breathing hitched, a little...This was it, right? It was really going to happen. She'd...She'd lose her virginity. Finally. For the first time, she'd take a real person up her bum. She might not get to cum from it, but still, she was about to get fucked...And by a big cock, to boot!
Then why this hint of trepidation, right at the cusp of womanhood? She supposed, somewhere at the back of her mind, she had wanted Travis to be the one to take her virginity...Or maybe even Beverly. A sweet fantasy, but not one that her chosen path had made liable, especially not with a shindig like Blue Balls Day in her weekly schedule. Instead...Shelly would get it. Kimmy closed her eyes, a hint of dew collecting in them as her legs trembled. But, that was okay. She had made this choice. She could've chosen worse. Consider it training...Consider it liberating. Just like Clara and kissing, in fact! Next time, she'll know what to expect, she'll know what to do, she'll be more confident. When it actually matters to her, when she only has one shot and needs to make it count...She'll be ready. Travis and Beverly won't expect her to be so confident.
The thought settled Kimmy's nerves, even put a smile back on her face. Yeah...Nothing to be afraid of. Nothing was being lost, here. This was a net gain, this was a good thing. Shelly didn't know the kind of favour she was really doing, for Kimmy. Maybe when it was over, she'd tell her. Shelly, breathing heavy above her head, guided her hips in until Kimmy felt something prod into her cheek, then after a quick little readjustment, slip between, pushing right into her valley. Kimmy's eyelashes flickered at the sensation.
The latex of the condom was so smooth, nearly frictionless, but the heat of Shelly's hard-on made it warm, and the lube only made that rigid horn all the more fluid in it's movements. With knob kissing up against her hole, Kimmy felt Shelly lean down over her far enough to rest her giant tits against her, pressing those big, warm, unbelievably soft globes into her shoulders, making her shudder from the sensation of those big nipples poking into her in the middle of those pillows. When Kimmy felt Shelly's hot breath come out behind her right ear, her own breathing started to escalate, leaving her on the verge of panting just like her aggressor.
Shelly could obviously barely keep her voice down. Adrenaline audible in a needy undercurrent, she spoke just above a whisper: "You want it, don'tcha?...Tell me where you need it. Say it."
The dew in Kimmy's eyes escalated. That warm feeling in her tummy returned, and the way her cock pulsed against the mattress was so...Distracting. Hearing the demand sent her back passage into spasms, the poor thing repeatedly flexing and clenching against the helmet pressing up against it, kissing it, trying to coax it into making itself at home. Opening her mouth a little, she quietly breathed back "In my ass...You know I need it in my ass..."
Kimmy shuddered when something hot and wet ran up the side of her neck. With a little warble, she barely tilted her head to the side, quietly signalling she liked that, opening her neck for more. Shelly let the tip of her tongue run up the side of Kimmy's neck for another inch or two before she was leaning even further over her prey, bringing her mouth right by her ear. "Oh, believe me, I can tell," Shelly teased. "I just wanna hear you say it mate. Doesn't it feel good to be a good girl?...Or would you rather be a good boy, cutie? Heh..."
Kimmy opened her eyes a little, tiny teardrops rolling from the outside corners of either eye. Was her cock getting even harder?...
"I'm a good girl," Kimmy huskily protested. "Please don't be too rough!...I'll be good...I trained myself for big dick, I'll squeeze nice and t-tight at it..."
Kimmy could actually hear Shelly gulp. A moment later, she felt lips, teeth, at her earlobe, giving it the gentlest nibble. Kimmy had to shut her eyes when another shudder hit her, a warble catching in her throat as she resisted the urge to pull her head away. Shelly flicked her tongue at her earlobe for a moment, but then she was letting go, and the next thing she said made Kimmy open her eyes right back up.
"Aw, God...I'll be gentle with you, you can trust me...God, I've wanted to fuck this fat ass ever since you first walked into this place...Christ, I need this!"
That breathlessness, those steamy huffs...Kimmy's lips gave a quiver. Uh oh. Shelly was losing it. Maybe it hadn't been such a hot idea, tossing out some dirty talk of her own? When the pressure over her pucker suddenly started to ramp up, when Shelly's breath hitched and she lifted herself back up over Kimmy, when those big tits stopped pressing into her back, Kimmy couldn't help but hold her breath. This was it. Shelly was pushing her hips in, looking for entry. In just a second, she'd finally become...Well, she'd stop being what she used to be, right? There was no going back. Once she took that prick up her backdoor, once a real one finally started grinding her P-spot, there'd be no denying it. Maybe you could even say she'd become a girl.
A sweet, bubbly...
Shelly kept pushing, her helmet forcing in Kimmy's sphincter more and more. Kimmy grit her teeth.
Affectionate, tender, horny, total butt-slut of a...
Kimmy finally took in a deep breath, pushing down under. In one quick motion, the lube and Shelly's battering ram paid dividends: that tough, round muscle yawned open, the tiny folds of her star running against Shelly's hot, rounded end as her knob pressed in, allowing that latex-covered invader to slide through. Shelly groaned out an ecstatic "Ohh..."
...Real girl. Kimmy gave a loud sigh, a shaky smile growing on her face. Fresh tears put dew in her eyes. She wasn't a virgin, anymore! Finally, fucking finally, it had happened! She was free! Yay!
That smile was short-lived. As soon as she found purchase, Shelly was groaning and sliding in deeper, immediately putting a clench in Kimmy's jaw. One eye narrowing, face flushing a healthy shade of cherry red, she curled her toes at the so very alien sensation of that condom-covered cock sliding through her pucker, pushing itself into her silky love-tunnel inch after cramming inch. With Shelly seemingly determined to hilt her right off the bat, Kimmy had several precious seconds to get accustomed to getting poked. Her dildo was thicker, but that didn't make Shelly easy to take...Plus, the real thing beat her toy in so many ways.
The condom gave Shelly a similarly smooth texture to her toy at home, but Shelly's meat was hot in a way her toy never could be, not to mention gave those constant throbs in a chorus with the pulses now uncontrollably flooding Kimmy's ass, filling her void with the heartbeat of forbidden need. Plus, the simple fact that she wasn't doing it to herself meant her body couldn't anticipate anything, couldn't dull her nerves to protect her. When Shelly's rounded end dug past that special spot in Kimmy's wall, the electric tickle made Kimmy's eyes widen, pouty lips forming another shocked ring until Shelly had finally passed over it. Then, the pressure of Shelly's intrusion, the sensation of that rock-hard pole plugging her up and pressing down into her prostate, made Kimmy give a long, low groan, eyelids briefly falling shut.
Shelly hummed a little "Mm..." Kimmy's legs stopped twitching, turning to jelly as she helplessly relaxed into the bed. By the time four of Shelly's eight inches had gone in, the only part of Kimmy's body that was still tense was her own set of inches, blushing crimson and steadily oozing sap into a tiny damp spot on the bed sheets. God, all Shelly was doing was pushing it in, but it already felt so good...She really was a bitch, wasn't she?...Just lying there, taking it like a little slut, getting it right up her ass just like she had begged for, feeling that pressure ease further towards her tummy...And the real stinger? Her cock was so hard, it was almost uncomfortable. She wanted it, inside and out.
Another inch and Shelly was reaching a more narrow part of Kimmy's catacombs, necessitating greater force to push into. The both of them grunted, but they needed it all, needed to go all the way. Kimmy couldn't help but give tense groans, and for a moment, she almost thought to ask Shelly to slow down, to fuck her for a while and loosen her up some more before trying to get even deeper, but somehow, she didn't think the Aussie would agree to the plea bargain. The more Shelly tried to dig in, the more Kimmy wound up angling her hips a little more, lifting her ass a bit more into Shelly's lap. Another inch, then another...Kimmy's eyes began to sightlessly roll around, subtly crossing as her vision blurred. Her dildo was definitely thicker than Shelly, but she had never actually fit the entire thing...!
Kimmy's breathing turned harder and harder, and Shelly, just above her, was practically hissing through her teeth. The pressure up her keister was already making her sweat. Kimmy had no idea she could fit anything so deep - she would've stopped a couple inches ago, if she had had any control over the situation. Ass staying relaxed out of necessity, Kimmy endured the steady dig into her colon until, at last, she began to feel Shelly's lap brushing into her cheeks, soft skin tickling another.
"Ohhh, almost there...Fuckin' take it, you little bitch...Ungh, is your ass bottomless, or something?...I could always see why Bev likes you, I knew a shy thing like you squealed when someone bent you over...Ooh, why the clenching? You got leggy blondes on the mind?...Well, you've already got one about to pound this thick thing. Forget Beverly, I'm your mommy, now...Oh, you don't like that? You want Bev to come and save you? You really want her to see you like this? I could holler for her, if you're serious...No, I didn't think so. You're my boy-toy, now. I'm gonna make you break the rules, Kimmy...I'm gonna pump that bump so hard, you're gonna squirt all down this bed. Tell me you want this fat cock!"
Kimmy's ass began to spasm, quivering in clenches, muscly bump inside rising to meet the invader's challenge. Voice going higher and higher out of breathlessness, she squeaked "N-Noooo, don't make me break the rules! I'm a good girl! Just...Gimme that cock! Fuck me, Sheila!" Hearing her nickname made Shelly groan. Kimmy almost sucked in a gasp when the tomboy abruptly pulled her hips back, forcibly gliding her long slab of meat back out through Kimmy's tight void until she had nothing but the helmet inside, just past Kimmy's sphincter.
Then, she was pushing her hips back in, pushing that prick back in for a good four inches. All at once, Kimmy found herself getting properly fucked: Shelly started rocking her hips at a nice tempo, not too fast, not too slow, not too shallow, not too deep. A good, prostate-crushing, cock-massaging rhythm, the Aussie greedily making love to that ass like she hadn't gotten off in a week. Virginity, shattered. Cherry, popped!
Kimmy closed her eyes and gave a long, satisfied, guttural groan, slowly tilting her head forward until she could rest her forehead down against the sheets. Aw, fuck, Shelly knew what she was doing...This felt even better than when Kimmy did it, herself. Considering Shelly was apparently the bottom between her and her boyfriend, that chiselled babe sure knew how to make a bottom get comfortable. It started out quietly enough, but soon, Shelly's motions were getting just a little harder, probably in an attempt to open up more of Kimmy's ass so she could fuck her deeper. That extra force behind her gyrations ended up causing Kimmy to recoil against the bed a little harder, naturally, and altogether, some very telltale creakin' and squeakin' started going through the mattress, a laughably overt noise that sent a sizzle clear to Kimmy's ears.
Might as well sound the alarm. Anyone walking by that room with an IQ higher than a Ritz cracker would know damn well that someone was playing "hide the salami," and if they did to Kimmy what she had done to Beverly and Berri, well...Would she ever live it down? Kimmy's eyelids flickered as her jaw hung limp, moans uncontrollably drifting out of her the more the tryst went on. Shelly was just so fucking hard, so hot, it was like a pole was getting shoved up her pipe! That lube, plus the smooth latex of her condom, let her scoop out Kimmy's well however she wanted, making a mess of her ass, spreading the excess lube all through her valley until it even began to seep down the back of her tense balls.
"Oh, fuck," Shelly whispered, "get it up there...You like that? Don't blow your load, now...I wanna take my time fucking you..."
Kimmy tried to say something, but all she could do was warble. With every push of Shelly's rod across her needy bump, her girly button tingled more, tickling clear through her straight to the tip of her cock, jolting her like electricity. Her ass was throbbing, hot, but the steady rocking motion through her body turned her on so much, hearing Shelly hissing and sighing over her sent a shudder coursing through her skin...That hard pole, pushing back and forth through her backdoor, slowly digging deeper on every stroke...
The way her stretched ring would helplessly grip at the latex of Shelly's condom on every pull, then get pushed back open on every returning dip of her wick...The slippery feeling of the lube, deep inside her glove...The sensation of her own cock, still tucked back against the bed, propping up her churning balls, offering up her roiling reactors to her dominator...Just the mental image, the lewdest notion, that Shelly's cock was decorated near the root with a ring of lube her ass had pushed back, just about sent Kimmy into trickles.
Shelly suddenly withdrew all the way, sliding her meat back out of Kimmy with a sigh. Kimmy turned her head to the side against the bed, panting as she rested her temple against the sheets. What was the matter, why was Shelly stopping? Kimmy gave a little groan when a couple fingers slid back into her hole, plunging back and forth into her hot wellspring before a third joined in. Kimmy briefly screwed her eyes shut tighter, but when Shelly panted "Oh, fuck it," Kimmy started opening her eyes. When she heard those distinct sounds of latex getting pulled, when a noise like a doctor's glove getting rolled off filled the space between their bodies, Kimmy's jaw eased open. When that lube-slathered rubber dropped to the bed inches from her face, her eyes widened.
"I gotta go in raw, I can't take it anymore," Shelly panted. "I love it bareback!"
Kimmy couldn't even think to have an opinion on the matter. A second later, Shelly had pumped out a bit more lube for herself, then lined herself up and forced that horn back into Kimmy's backdoor. Kimmy's head jerked up, eyes crossing as she grunted, hard. Holy fuck, that felt so different! Shelly was twice as hot, now - her ass was fucking boiling! The texture of a raw cock almost seemed to make her ass pulse harder with her heartbeat, and the sensation of that uncut dick filling her up, making proper skin-on-skin contact with her interior, just about sent Kimmy into spasms. It wasn't bullshit, it did feel better without condoms! Why in the fuck did girls mock guys over this?!
The creaking of the mattress started echoing through the room as Shelly ramped up her motions, digging deeper, deeper, ramming more and more of that broad prick through Kimmy's throbbing ass. The harder Shelly slammed into her, the more Kimmy's pigtails rocked back and forth over her shoulders, tender chest pushing into the mattress every time Shelly's lap pushed against her ass. When a knock came to the door, Kimmy almost didn't even hear it, hardly paying attention to the sound. The doorknob juttered a little, and a voice came from the other side. Shelly almost growled. "Hey," she barked, "we're busy! If the bed's a-rockin', don't come a-knockin'!"
Kimmy shut her eyes and gave a tense groan. The strain of getting dicked was putting a sheen of sweat across her silky body, and she could tell Shelly wasn't faring much better. Shelly was getting so deep into her tunnel, and that constant trickle of pre-cum up her cum-vein was driving her crazy...How would she be able to tell the difference between that and the cream? A second later, Shelly made it all the worse. When she looked down, when she had to watch her own bare cock, blushing red, veiny shaft glossy with lube, disappearing in between those thick seat cushions on every pump of her hips, whatever self-control she had been able to maintain snuffed itself out. Kimmy almost yowled in surprise when Shelly suddenly began to lie down over her, more thoroughly pinning her down to the bed.
When those warm, soft, perky tits started pressing into her back all over again, firm mountains slipping against her thanks to their mingling sweat, hard nipples shifting against her skin with every quake of the Aussie's huge bust, Kimmy's ass started flexing, all over again. Feeling those full globes helplessly jiggle with every piston of the babe's hips was almost too much for Kimmy, but Shelly made it all the worse by dropping to her elbows by Kimmy's arms, bringing her chin just over Kimmy's head. When Kimmy whined a moan, Shelly moaned right alongside her, letting out a surprisingly shaky warble of her own. When she started to get deep enough to finally crush her lap into Kimmy's ass, when she could finally ram the full eight inches into Kimmy's bitch-hole, her eyes started to roll back.
Tears of ecstasy made Kimmy's mascara run. Shelly had lost it, she was rutting the poor femboy like an animal, filling the air with a rapid squeaking sound as the bed shook and trembled. Pretty much ass-up herself, now, the tomboy was wildly shaking her hips back and forth until those hot, heavy balls were smacking into Kimmy's taint, occasionally even flapping against her own tense little beanbag. Kimmy's eyes started to cross as she grit and bared her teeth, hands mindlessly trying to clench into fists until her fingers were clawing into the bed sheets. Holy fuck, slow the hell down, back there! She's not one of your fleshlights, you'll fucking break her!
By now, it wasn't just the moans or the creaking of the mattress that was filling the air. Now, the wet pap-slap-plap of lube-smeared crotch against equally slathered apple bottom was joining in more than a little loudly, combined with the raw scent of a couple trapped in the euphoria of wild backdoor fun drifting out over the bed. Kimmy gave a high-pitched grunt and screwed her eyes shut tight, helplessly kicking against the bed, legs still trapped open by Shelly's own, cock still tucked back and primed to unload a long, messy trail down between their legs.
It wasn't long until that tight feeling started to rise up behind Kimmy's balls, that old, uncomfortable sensation of a body having gone hours ready to cum, only to go without consummation. Shelly needily pressed her face against the back of Kimmy's head, breathing in her scent, savouring her soft hair, panting behind her ear. Kimmy pressed her lips tight together, trying not to let them tremble as she held back a cry. She'd never forget this! Ever! That electric current filling that special spot in her ass was escalating, rising in tandem with her voice until she were practically crooning falsetto. It felt so good, so fucking good, getting it from someone else! Was it just Shelly? Did she just know what to do, or was it always this good?!
It already felt pretty amazing, doing it herself with her dildo - hell, even the Daddy Dick toy and the Training Chair had blown her mind - but getting fucking reamed the hell out by someone else? The scents, the sounds, the way Shelly grabbed her, the hot skin, the desperate need of two people locked together charging the air...Having this beautiful, curvy shemale over her, trying to fuck the cum out of her through her ass? She couldn't take it anymore, the feeling just kept getting better and better, she was already pretty much holding her breath! She was...She was gonna...Wait. Oh God no-
Voice almost a wail, Kimmy desperately bellowed "Shelly, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cuh-huh-huum, stah-haaap!"
Shelly's eyes went alert all over again, breaking through the haze at Kimmy's begging. She immediately stopped pumping her hips, putting the emergency breaks on their fuckfest by hilting the abused girly-boy, thrusting herself in balls-deep and simply stopping, leaving their bodies completely, utterly still, sealed front to back. The room went silent, that humiliating creaking from the bed hastening to a stop. Kimmy laid there under the bigger woman, teary-eyed and practically drooling, knees quivering against the mattress. Ass throbbing with her heartbeat, Shelly pulsing and jumping inside her, her soft pubic hair tickling the valley of her cheeks, those hot, heavy balls resting against her's...She just waited, using every ounce of willpower not to flex her back door anymore. All she could do was pray, pray and see if that electric tingle subsided, if the ooze flowing through her cock didn't thicken up.
Seconds ticked by with nothing but their heavy breathing audible, the both of them panting together, warm bodies shifting against each other with every huff. Eventually, though, the feeling began to fade. Kimmy was so relieved, she deflated underneath Shelly with a big sigh. The Aussie, meanwhile, started grinning excitedly, giving a naughty purr behind Kimmy's ear, making the girly-boy uncontrollably shiver and draw in a hiss as the throaty rumble filled the air by her head. Kimmy opened her eyes when she felt Shelly's hands slide across the sheets, coming over her's until she could grab them, threading her fingers between Kimmy's. Voice low, the tomboy remarked "Heh heh...Thanks, that was kinda close, huh?...Mmm..."
Another couple teardrops rolled from the corners of Kimmy's eyes, a big, breathless smile crossing her face. Oh, God, her balls were starting to tingle...And she couldn't say her meat was any happier about the neglect, either. Between pants, Kimmy mumbled "I almost...I almost broke the rules..." When Shelly's lips slowly planted themselves against her neck a couple times, leading up behind her ear, Kimmy was too out of it to react. Slowly, she dropped her hips all the way down into the bed, letting Shelly more thoroughly rest against her, trapping her underneath herself, pleasantly pinning her under her weight. She felt so small, so nestled under her soft skin, her muscles...Right by her ear now, Shelly quietly chuckled out a simple "Me too."
Kimmy's smile split into a big grin. She laid there, quietly catching her breath as Shelly nuzzled her nose into her hair again, breathing against the back of her head for a minute. Eventually, however, she drew in a deep breath, then sighed out a contented "Mm. That was really good." Kimmy opened her eyes a little, offering a couple weak clenches at Shelly's unflagging hard-on as she placidly agreed, mumbling "Yeah...I...God, I wish we could've finished..." Shelly answered the clenches with a gentle grinding of her hips, slowly humping against Kimmy's derriere, momentarily reminding her of the somewhat uncomfortable sensation of having eight inches clogging her pipes. Like it were a mantra, Shelly breathed "No cumming...No cumming...No cumming..."
"Mhm," Kimmy weakly hummed, lips pressing together as she barely nodded against the bed. They needed self-discipline...Determination. Kimmy thought she understood. What better way to teach that lesson than through the dual rigours and positive reinforcement of sex? That's what Bev was always trying to say, wasn't it? Shelly went still for a moment, then brought her mouth closer to Kimmy's ear, again. Kimmy could only listen as the babe offered "Y'know...Bev's my partner, today. If you wanted to come on over at some point and ask her to do something, I wouldn't get in the way...I'd give you guys privacy. Nngh, I know you two fancy each other, and it's the least I could do after letting me plow that thick ass of your's...God, I needed that. Another day of watching that fat butt wiggling around, and I'd be creaming my sheets in the night."
The suggestion didn't give Kimmy pause, didn't fluster her. Maybe it was the doorstopper jammed somewhere personal, but she just naturally didn't turtle up. Softly, she breathed back "...What time would be good?...It's probably already almost lunch..." Shelly chuckled. No longer speaking low, she simply said "Any time before supper...Supper's when she ends the game, so that's your deadline." Kimmy blinked a couple times in rapid succession. Dinner time, then...She had a few hours to get Beverly alone, to make her move and do...Something. After that...Who knew if anything would ever happen, even if they hooked up for that date.
Kimmy gave a tense groan when the muscular Aussie pushed herself up from her body, slowly withdrawing that greased claymore, pulling it free from Kimmy's backdoor until the tip finally dislodged itself from her stretched pucker. Kimmy groaned - finally, the sword in the stone had been withdrawn, a king had been crowned, and her catacombs could rest easy. With a grin, a hearty pat goodbye to Kimmy's tenderized ass, and a happy-go-lucky "Whew," Shelly grabbed her used condom, threw herself up from the bed, and started collecting the scattered pieces of her uniform, lubed eight inches still as rigid as steel and swinging around over her lap the entire time. Kimmy, meanwhile, rolled herself over onto her side with a groan, equally perma-stiff prick swinging upright as soon as it stopped getting tucked, practically sounding off with a "boi-oi-yoing" in the process.
Weary, muscles a little sore here and there, she sluggishly started pulling her uniform back on, bit by bit. Still on the job, still gotta look presentable, right? After Kimmy had gotten off the bed, Shelly even fixed the bed sheets, leaving the next occupant of the room none the wiser that an animalistic outburst had taken place. The two were a little quiet until they had both gotten their uniforms perfect again, and while Kimmy was still wiping at her cheeks to clear the mascara streaks, Shelly broke the still by leaning in and pressing a friendly peck to her temple, unable to resist an equally friendly fondle of a different sort of cheek from over her skirt. Kimmy looked up at her, looking adorably blank in response to the move, fists still raised to her cheekbones as she rubbed at her face.
With a wink and a little grin, Shelly encouraged "Thanks again, huh? You're a real bud, I can't tell you how badly I needed that. I wanted to ask you for some alone time from the moment Beverly started the game, if I'm bein' honest. You were honestly really fun to fuck. Here's hoping it was just as good for you, heh heh." Kimmy blinked, then started to go a bit pink, an uncontrollable smile splitting her face nearly from ear to ear. Damn right, it had been good for her. Plus, she hadn't been a shit lay, even though it had been her first time? Well, all she had done was lie there, but...That was honestly super encouraging to hear, all the same. Shelly didn't even know she had taken her virginity, and she was being so nice about the whole thing...
Shelly shrugged her eyebrows and, just before turning and heading for the door, added "That roommate of your's won't know what hit him."
Kimmy blinked again, turning from pink to red. God damn it, Shelly. Thanks to that one little comment, the next time she thinks back to this moment while crankin' it, she's going to imagine Travis, instead. She did not need that mental image, not before Blue Balls Day was over!
When Kimmy finally returned to Clara, thoroughly dreading her homecoming after such a lengthy absence, she was more than a little relieved to find Clara behaving quite sympathetically. When Kimmy tried to explain that she had gotten distracted after her meeting with Harret, then tried to explain in the vaguest terms possible how she had run into Shelly, Clara merely waved her off. "No big deal," she had dismissed with a smile. "I focus best when I'm alone, anyway." Kimmy gave a cheery smile right back and apologized again, but then Clara was telling her to come along for lunch. "Try not to walk funny the whole way," she dryly added.
Kimmy's face briefly went blank before sizzling red. Was it really that obvious?...
Lunch went without the dildo-seats that had graced breakfast, but it certainly didn't go without spectacle. There were some winks and blown kisses from Shelly, of course, but then Aisha simply turned over her spot, opened her legs to Hitomi, and offered to add some meat to her lunch, which then promptly had Clara calling "Rainbow party on Aisha," a term a red-faced Kimmy was all too familiar with. In moments, the lot of them were lining up at the Nubian's spot on the bench, giddily trying to leave their mark as it were, all while she hung her head back, spread her knees, and tried to keep her panting in check. Berri, naturally, had to show off and get the deepest mark; by the time Kimmy had her turn, there wasn't much space left, so she just aimed a bit lower and left some kiss smears. Good enough, right?
Afterwards, Kimmy and Clara got back to work, and following the multiple distractions that had eaten up so much of her time that morning, Kimmy really threw herself at the work with gusto, hoping to both make up for lost time and, just maybe, inspire a bit of respect in Clara. Beverly never swung by that afternoon to let her know that Travis had called, Kimmy couldn't help but notice. Either he just hadn't seen the need, but she couldn't see why after he had already called every day of the week, or he had just been too busy to make the gesture...Or, a very real possibility, Beverly had just been too busy to even pick up the phone. Kimmy chose to believe that particular possibility rather than think Travis had stumbled across something even worse than panties, in her bedroom.
With the work coming quickly and easily and with nobody knocking on the door to play doctor, Kimmy's good mood swelled until she started rambling to Clara about herself, her home life, and how much she appreciated working at House Venus. Clara didn't offer much in the way of feedback, but Kimmy could tell she was at least paying attention, and an ear was all she really needed, in the moment. Eventually, however, she mentioned how Hitomi and Berri would both probably want to hang out during the break week, and Kimmy, sweetheart that she was deep down inside, had the thought to invite Clara, in spite of this whole "mistress" business Clara had enforced for the day. Couldn't hurt to be nice, right?
"...So, if you want," she remarked, smiling cheerily, "you can hang out with us, too. I mean, I don't know if you like video games, but you could always come with me and Berri to whatever nightclubs she likes to hang out at. The more the merrier, right?" She spotted Clara barely glance up from her sweeping, not even looking in Kimmy's direction as she spoke in little more than a mutter. "...I'll...See if I'm busy. I usually have some stuff going on, especially for the nightlife." Kimmy gave a nod, looking back down at her work as she innocently said "Oh, okay...No problem." The two of them were quiet for a moment, but then Kimmy was looking back over, shrugging, and giving another smile. "What, uh, what do you get up to, when you go out?"
She barely shrugged with her eyebrows. "Is it a "friends and drinking" kinda thing, a dancing thing, or a "pick up guys" kinda thing?" She spied Clara smile, a little. "All of the above," she nonchalantly answered. The smile faded as she sighed "Although, it used to be easier. Used to be more fun, but lately, it's just gotten kind of dull." Kimmy gave a sympathetic pout. "Oh, that's too bad," she tossed out, as ruefully as she could. Hard to imagine what Clara meant, but instead of letting it sit, Kimmy pressed. Lord knew Clara probably wouldn't tell her without some kind of prodding, anyway. Raising her eyebrows, Kimmy waited a moment, then asked "So...Is it that it's just the same old stuff happening, and it's getting dull? Are the people getting lame at the same old club?"
Clara's brow furrowed in thought as she drew an inwards sigh, moving on to a new piece of furniture in need of a dusting. Maybe she was getting annoyed that Kimmy was fixating on the subject, but all the same, she answered. After a quick spritz of the cleaner, she quickly explained "Well, yeah, I guess, but that's not just it. I'm running with a smaller gang, these days. I mean, don't get me wrong, Berri's fun to hang out with, but I like having friends who aren't work friends, you know?" Dropping her voice for a moment, Clara drawled out "I don't mind going it stag, but I'd usually party with Roxxy and Vivienne...You don't know them, don't worry. These days, though, when Vivienne's got other plans, I'm stuck alone at the usual haunts." In a sigh, she added "Same old people, same old routine. Don't even have the friends for laughs, anymore. Getting tired of it. Not to mention people are getting wise to me. Must be how Roxxy felt."
Kimmy pulled a bit of a perplexed face. She didn't know the first thing about Clara's personal affairs, but she didn't think she had ever heard Clara actually divulge much about herself, before. Doing her best to seem friendly rather than intrusive, she merely suggested "Well, uh, why not Roxxy? If Vivienne's busy, why not hang out with her?" Clara gave a slow, reluctant groan, drawing it out long enough to make Kimmy arch an eyebrow and look over. Clara looked...Admittedly, rather conflicted, so much so that Kimmy wound up slowing her work until she paused. Jesus, it was so rare to see an expression on Clara's face other than cocky confidence or aloof playfulness. Seeing some conflict, some reflection, was almost shocking.
She could tell by the pause that Clara was debating whether or not to explain, but in the end, the apparent need to vent won out over whatever wanted to hold back her tongue. A bit dismissively, a bit brusquely, Clara blurted out "...Oh, it's just...Stupid. Roxxy's still pissed at me over something that happened, like, months ago. We pretty much don't even talk to each other, anymore. I've tried a couple times, but she acts like we're strangers." Kimmy looked stumped, for a moment. Slowly, she resumed her work, polishing down the sides of a desk before moving on to a wooden sculpture, a displayed bust of a smiling woman. "Who can stay mad over something for months," Kimmy remarked, a little incredulously.
"Roxxy can," Clara dryly retorted.
Kimmy raised an eyebrow, glancing over as she offered "No offence, but, uh...Is she, like, immature, or something?...The type to hold a grudge?"
Clara broke out into a smile and chuckled. "Immature? No," she flatly answered. "The type to hold a grudge? You have absolutely no fucking idea. She's a grade-A hothead. She's mellowed out a lot now that she has this new boyfriend, Vic, but do you think she cares that I helped get them to that point? Nooo." Clara's tone quickly began to turn a little condescending. "If it weren't for me and Vivienne," she snapped, vigorously wiping down a humidor, "Roxxy never would've hooked up with Vic. It never would've gone anywhere, at least - the two of us trying to teach her a lesson is what kickstarted them into becoming an item, in the first place. Considering how crazy she is about the guy, how crazy he makes her, she should be thanking me."
"Teach her a lesson? Like what," Kimmy slowly asked, pausing her work yet again. Why this sudden sense of dread? She couldn't help but feel like when a girl like Clara decided to "teach someone a lesson," the results were...Nasty.
Clara didn't answer, tone turning more agitated as she escalated into full-on ranting, blurting out "I mean, Roxxy was my friend, and sure, what we did would look cruel to an outside eye, but we knew what Roxxy didn't want to admit. For the longest time, we didn't, she didn't tell us, but as soon as we figured it out, it all became so, so much clearer. Even she didn't know, she needed us all to show her. And yeah, she was a friend, but her ego and her short fuse could honestly try my fuckin' patience, sometimes. Like, sometimes I just wanna have a nice night out, dance a little, drink, laugh with the girls, maybe find some stud to break in, but how am I gonna do that when I never know if Roxxy's going to punch out some drunk bumblefuck and get herself thrown out, sometimes taking me with her?"
Clara got hot enough under the collar that she started paying less and less attention to her work, eventually just outright stopping to look over at Kimmy as she vented. "So," she continued, "Vivi and I did some digging, heard some rumours, and cooked a plan to make Roxxy stop and take a look at herself - not even necessarily knock her down a peg, but maybe make her a little more self-aware. She had to check herself, but not like she was gonna do it, herself. Vic, of course, was in on it, and who can blame him. Roxxy had been trying to make his social life a fuckin' living hell for ages. Still, we did most of the work. He was just a bit player in the script, really."
Kimmy, raising one eyebrow high, watched her, for a moment. Clara didn't have much else coming out - maybe she had needed a moment to gather her thoughts after the venting. Taking advantage of the opening, she slowly asked "What did you guys even do to her? Must've been pretty bad. Kinda sounds like it was." Clara barely waved a hand over in Kimmy's direction, glancing off to the side as she scoffed. In an utterly blase, horrifically dismissive tone, Clara came right out and admitted "Oh, we let her think we tricked Vic into walking into a gangbang, basically a three-on-one rape, but we just turned the tables on her, instead. Even filmed it, and streamed it online. Vivienne says the video sold gangbusters in Europe. Can't say I'm surprised, in hindsight. Got a fat cheque for it, too."
Wait, fucking what? Where's the camera. Is this a prank? Please tell her that's a joke.
Raising her eyebrows, jaw hanging open, Kimmy blurted out "Did you just say you raped your friend?"
Clara's face tightened up in shock, head recoiling as she defensively blurted out "No! That was the whole point, we had all figured out that Roxxy, the badass bitch with a mean streak a country mile wide, the tattooed shemale dominatrix from Hell, was actually a massive fucking bottom. And not just a bottom, either - a massive fucking sub! Not judging, not judging at all, it's just fact: she got off on being put in her place. She'd never fucking admit it, her ego wouldn't allow it, but that just made it all the better when someone broke her in, right?"
Throwing a hand off to the side, she looked away from Kimmy, expression twisting in something approaching remorse. Her tone lost the fire and became more defensive with every sentence, and by the time she finished off, there was almost a frustrated whine to it, even. "She had spent so long just utterly dominating the shit out of people, and I mean wow, even for me, she was impressive. I found it funny most of the time, but I guess I admired it, too. She never took shit from anyone, and the way she could just take anybody she wanted and turn them into her bitch?...She could twist anyone. But then, when we found out what had started happening between her and Vic, when we realized she got off on it, we knew, we knew, that Roxxy was going to blow it for herself."
Shooting Kimmy a pointed stare, she briefly threw her arms out by her sides as she snapped "Roxxy has an ego the size of a third-world nation, and a temper as big as it's deficit. She was starting to stumble into the thing she had always wanted, but if her arm wasn't being twisted into it, she'd immediately cock it all up. Her fucking ego wouldn't allow it - for her, bottoming in any way was powerlessness, pure humiliation. She'd never admit, even to herself, that she had enjoyed any of it. She'd need to get the secret blown wide open, she'd need to see nobody was fooled, before she'd finally admit it to herself and accept it. We wanted to help her - she was our friend. She needed Vic, but you think she'd admit it?"
Raising her eyebrows, breaking out into a smile, Clara reasserted "So, yeah, we let her ego lead her into a trap, then had a, uh...A bit of fun with her. Trust me, she loved every second of it, and that night sparked her and Vic becoming a thing. Sure, we were rough with her, but we only did stuff we knew she'd probably get off on, and look! It worked, right? She finally got the man she wanted! Maybe not the way she wanted, but in the way she didn't know she wanted. Still works out, right? She's happier now than I've ever seen her! If Roxxy had gotten her way, she would've been so much worse with Vic. God knows she's done her fair share of dirty deeds with other people, and she'd use the same excuse I'm using: they all wanted it, they just didn't know it. So, fair's fair, right?"
Kimmy couldn't say she liked the little chill that ran through her veins. Suddenly, the air felt stuffy, charged. Part of her wanted to shout. Uncomfortably rooted in place, she just kept looking at Clara for a moment, a keenly upset look on her face. It took her a few moments to find the words for exactly what she wanted to say, but eventually, she kept her voice down and uttered, in a fairly cool voice, "...Are you trying to convince me, or yourself? Because if you were so certain about this, if this were as simple as you're trying to make it out to be, you probably wouldn't be blurting this out, trying so hard to explain what you did."
The look on Clara's face was shocking. She looked...Stunned. Wounded, even. Her face opened up like she had taken a punch to the gut, looking more vulnerable than Kimmy had ever seen her before her defences were suddenly coming back up. An aloof look returning to her, she quietly turned back to her work. Kimmy continued, trying not to mumble as she added "I'm sure your friend isn't a saint...But what you did to her sounds...Jesus Christ, it sounds horrible. You really don't even get why she isn't talking to you, anymore?..."
Clara glanced over out of the corners of her eyes, a resentful look simmering in them. Kimmy's expression turned more rueful. She went silent for an agonizingly long period of time, still uncomfortably rooted in place, looking down at her feet as she held a hip. Eventually, however, she looked back up and tried to soften the blow. Clearly, Clara hadn't been expecting to get rebuffed, and maybe Kimmy had worded things a little harshly. Speaking in a considerably more gentle tone now, she murmured "Look...I'm sorry. All I'm trying to say is that, I just got through listening to you, and I really got the impression that maybe this isn't as settled as you want to think it is...For you or your friends. I'm sure you had your reasons, but what I'm trying to say is, even if she somehow had it coming, that doesn't mean what you did was okay. Have you and Roxxy talked about it even once, since it happened?..."
Several seconds went by without a response. When Kimmy started to think she wouldn't get one, she saw Clara's expression softening, again. In a mumble of her own, she eventually admitted "...No, like I said...We don't even talk, anymore."
Kimmy's insides twinged. This did bother Clara. A pang behind Kimmy's eyes brought on dew. Holding her hips, she gave Clara an earnest look as she murmured "It sounds to me like maybe you miss her, you know...Maybe you should try to call her." Kimmy broke out into a smile. Call it blind hope, but she somehow couldn't see any bad possibilities in warmly suggesting "I bet she misses you, too. It sounds like you were real friends. I bet neither of you wanted it to go this far...And if she's as stubborn as you say she is, then you know she isn't going to make the first move. Right?"
Clara didn't respond, for a moment. Then, she took a little sniff. "...Yeah," she mumbled. "Okay. I guess I can try again. What's the worst that could happen, right?"
The crack Kimmy heard in her voice hit her even harder than Clara's change of heart. "Yeah," she passively murmured, a cheery little lilt in her voice. "It'll be good. You'll see!"
Clara nodded, a little. When Kimmy saw a quake hit Clara's lip, she practically tossed aside her cleaning gear as she walked over. Clara was still fighting it by the time Kimmy reached her, trying to hide it even as Kimmy started turning her around to face her. But, as soon as Kimmy had pulled her close, it all started to come out. Clara tried to cut it short, tried to say she just needed a minute, but then something inside made her disregard it. Arms around the petite redhead's shoulders, Kimmy held the side of Clara's face to one side of her chest until, at last, she had gone still. Without a word, she gave Kimmy's hips a little patting, and slowly, the greenhorn let her go.
Clara looked better, Kimmy had to admit. Streaked mascara, of course, but better. God only knew how badly she had needed that. At least now she seemed more like herself, more confident, more at peace. She gave Kimmy's eyes a glance as she quietly said "Thanks, uh...I needed that." Kimmy smiled and nodded, giving Clara's shoulders a little rub before finally dropping her hands away from her. For a few moments, neither of them did anything, said anything, and at least Kimmy could say it was because she was waiting for Clara to say something more. The fact that she didn't seem to know how to handle this kind of vulnerable display told Kimmy much.
Eventually, however, Clara mumbled "...Alright, seriously, let's get some work done. I wanna earn what Harret pays me."
Kimmy nodded, murmuring a simple "Yeah, okay" before walking away. As she grabbed her feather duster and got back to her work, she heard Clara speak up again behind her, offering a simple "Thanks again, Kimmy...I just kept it to myself, all this time. I think I needed to hear that, from someone."
Kimmy smiled. Funny how she had an easier time showing gratitude once Kimmy's back was turned, but she could understand. She gave Clara the faceless communication that made her comfortable. Instead of turning around, she merely answered "Yeah, of course. No worries..."
Kimmy wasn't quite sure what to expect for the afternoon, after that. In the end, however, she found a change in Clara: gone was the unspoken condescension, the feeling that Clara was starting to look down her nose, at her. Clara didn't even push the mistress angle, anymore; Kimmy just stopped calling her by the title, and Clara just didn't bring it up. It certainly made for a bit of a relief, considering Kimmy had really started to worry she'd have to butt heads with Clara and explode at her, just to get some respect out of her. She didn't mind a game - God knew Kimmy's legs would turn to jelly the instant Clara got aggressive - but if there was a real lack of respect at the heart of it, well, that just soured the whole thing. Instead, the fight Clara anticipated had been supplanted by concern, castigation. If not respect, there was appreciation, and that worked just fine.
The two made an efficient team, and by the time the afternoon was drawing to a close, they had just about finished all of their work. Kimmy made sure to keep an eye on the clock, nervously debating the opportunity quickly closing. If she could just get to Beverly...If she could just keep her mouth from going dry long enough to suggest something...It wasn't a question of if, but when. She was confident Beverly would be interested, and this was their golden opportunity to finally make good on all this flirting, but...Beverly hadn't gone to her, yet. Didn't necessarily mean anything, but...It couldn't help but make Kimmy's tummy go into a little knot. Plus, she didn't want to just ditch Clara to the last of the chores.
If the two of them could just wrap it up before dinner time, then Kimmy could get to Beverly, and...Well, that's about as far as the plan went. If she could at least get to Beverly, though, the beauty would understand, make the first move, and...Ask Kimmy to do who-knew-what. Just the thought, alone, had Kimmy's veins coursing with adrenaline, making her heart thump in her ears. It was the chance of a lifetime, knowing for certain that Beverly was an open book and anything could, would, happen, yet in spite of the great progress she and Clara were making, the many distractions over the morning, combined with their talk about Clara's friends, had taken their toll. Oh, they'd get their chores done in time, sure...But with minutes to spare before dinnertime, it looked like. A mere handful of minutes didn't do Kimmy's libido much good.
Kimmy kept trying to find the words to broach the topic, a way to ask Clara if she'd be fine with handling the last stretch alone so that Kimmy could run off and take Shelly up on her offer of non-interference, but before she knew it, the deadline had already come. Kimmy practically panicked when she saw the time, but at least nothing stood to stop her, now, right? Fingers crossed! She was halfway out the door, ready to make a mad dash for the janitorial closet and dump all of the day's gear before making for Beverly, when Clara just about had her grinding to a screeching halt with an all too simple remark: "Y'know, a good blowjob, right about now, would really help me unwind after all that hard work, today..."
Kimmy swallowed back a whine, but she was sure she looked pitiable when she gave Clara a face, a reluctant grimace. With a smirk and a wink, Clara watched her out of the corners of her eyes as she walked past her, playfully adding "...But I guess there's plenty of fish in the sea." Kimmy breathed a sigh of relief, but then Clara was giving her a pat to the ass, spurring her on with a knowing "If you've got somewhere to be, you don't have long to get there..." Kimmy didn't need to be told twice. She broke ahead of Clara, jogging through the halls until she found a most eyebrow-raising scene unfolding in the front hall: Hitomi, down on her knees by the stairs, surrounded by Courtney, Berri, and Aisha, trapped in the deliciously enviable position of cramming in some last-minute spit-polishing before dinner. A three-for-one special!
Kimmy had to stop and gawk for a minute, eyes wide as a certain something eagerly forced it's way past the side of her underwear. There was Hitomi, face flushed, eyes glassy, mouth sloppy, skirt lifting itself up to a determined point, both hands always orchestrating no matter which flute she played, the messy sounds of her efforts a constant background din punctuated all throughout by the moans and tense groans of the three ladies enduring her efforts, standing there and relishing the way she helped air out the stuffiness that had filled their panties and thongs over the day.
Judging by the way Hitomi started watching her, she expected Kimmy to join in, and when Berri noticed her, she even suggested as much. Then, Clara came striding into the room, already lazily petting that fat sausage of her's, puckering her lips at Hitomi in a little blown kiss. What Kimmy would've given to just walk on over and get in on that blowjob orgy, to watch Hitomi play the part of mouth-toy and bask in the scents, tastes, of five different girls, working so hard to make them gasp...But, she had to be strong. Stick to the plan, girl! Getting the hell out of there before alabaster wound up trickling down her thigh, Kimmy raced to the janitorial closet, tossed her tools where they belonged, and started the mad search for Beverly. First, she checked the canteen, only to find it empty. Promising!
Kimmy had to really think back, but when she remembered Beverly's workload for the day, she made a beeline for the maids' personal bathroom. Her timing couldn't have been more tight. Just as she was reaching the changing room door, Shelly was pushing it open from within, looking over her shoulder with a chuckle. Midway in the middle of some remark, she chortled out "...Yeah, I bet. Guess we'll just have to see, huh?" Beverly chuckled somewhere behind her, and thankfully, Shelly looked ahead before she wound up walking straight into Kimmy. Kimmy looked up at the muscular babe with an earnest, expectant look on her face, eyes a little wide, lips left parted a crack. She didn't even know what to say. Shelly still remembered her offer, right?
Kimmy could see the understanding cross Shelly in a wave. Her smile briefly grew into a knowing grin before she, too playfully to pass off for innocent, mentioned over her shoulder "Oh, uh, hey, you know what? Looks like you've got a visitor. I'm gonna grab dinner, see you in a few." Kimmy could hear the Head Maid offer a legitimately confused "Huh?" before Shelly was walking out of the way, smiling to herself as she held the door open with her fingertips until Kimmy could catch it. Then, she was off down the hall, ambling her way towards the canteen, leaving the two playmates to their business.
With Shelly out of the way, Kimmy kept the door open with her fingertips until she could step over and put her side to it, exposing herself for the mysterious visitor. The two of them looked squarely at each other, and the surprise on Beverly's face was matched only by the sheepish smile on Kimmy's own. Innocently, Beverly asked "Kimmy? Something wrong? It's time for dinner, aren't you hungry?" She broke out into a smile, holding back a little titter as she cocked out a hip, held it, and added "Did you want to walk me to the canteen, or something? Aww, you little sweetie!"
Kimmy's lips visibly quivered as she fought back a grin. Thank God, Beverly didn't know what was going on. Shelly must not have told her about the plan, which definitely won the Aussie some bonus points on Kimmy's scorecard. Kimmy opened her mouth to say something, but the words just failed her. What could she say?...What did she even want to do, with Bev? Hell, everything, but where should they start? She had come this far, but she still hadn't figured out the next step in her plan! Beverly watched her for a second, then dropped her eyes, finally noticing the lift in Kimmy's skirt. Kimmy almost looked down, herself, but then Beverly's eyes were coming back up. When she smiled even wider, Kimmy held her breath.
When Beverly started walking over, Kimmy couldn't help but give a tremble, a little quake of anticipation. Breathing a little shallowly, she kept still as Beverly stepped right up to her, offering a quick blink and a quicker "I just thought-" When Beverly casually started leaning over and in, easing down to match Kimmy's height, the girly-boy let her eyelids drop. Beverly reached out and held the side of her face before their lips touched, and as soon as that first kiss landed home, Kimmy was overwhelmed. That shallow breathing of her's immediately began to escalate. Tears uncontrollably flooded her eyes. A colony of butterflies abruptly went haywire through her stomach, a tingly sensation that naturally migrated south. Her eyelashes fluttered, but she self-consciously held back the coo that had bubbled up in her throat.
Beverly felt so good...Smelled so good. Kimmy couldn't help but reach out with her trembling hands and grab Beverly's flanks. She reciprocated the kiss, maybe just a little too eagerly, answering Beverly's first few with a passion that betrayed her need. Even Beverly's lips were enough to send Kimmy's imagination racing. Those warm, pouty lips, those full, thick, Angelina Jolie cock-sucking lips, pressed to Kimmy's so tenderly? It was torture. How could Beverly bear to take her time after a day like today?! Kimmy held her hips tighter, rising onto her tippy-toes in an effort to deepen the kisses, needily cooing against Beverly's mouth. Beverly tried to inch back to break the kisses, maybe to say something, but Kimmy only whimpered and shuffled closer.
Whatever Beverly had wanted to say, she changed her mind about it in the face of Kimmy's anxiousness. Beverly's hand slid from Kimmy's jaw to the back of her neck, the other hand finding Kimmy's shoulder. When Kimmy felt Beverly's breathing escalate against her cheek, she couldn't help but desperately raise her hands, lifting them from the blonde's hips until she could plant them over the Head Maid's billowing chest. She didn't get to grope her for long - in seconds, Beverly was pulling Kimmy out of the doorway and into the changing room, letting the door quietly swing shut behind her. Now, they really were alone.
Beverly pulled Kimmy to the side, putting her back to a nearby locker as she breathed "We don't have long, we'll be late for dinner-"
"You never came to see me, not once for the whole day," Kimmy interrupted, getting back on the balls of her feet as she tasted that red lipstick one more time, needily pawing at Beverly's chest. She had finally touched them, oh God, she had finally touched those enormous things! Once she started, she lost herself and just couldn't stop - they were just so smooth, so soft, felt so heavy, that she greedily swept her hands across the side of either one, homing in on the fronts of each until she could reach the best part. In the process, she wound up shifting aside one of those paltry triangles of fabric, inadvertently letting a hard, cherry-sized nipple slip free, exposing just the one breast.
Kimmy pressed her hands into those perky pillows, sinking her fingers into them for a good squeeze, enthusiastically about to give them a massage when Beverly gently took her by the wrists. The Aryan playfully restrained Kimmy, lifting her arms up until she could pin them to the lockers on either side of the affectionate greenhorn, limiting her enthusiasm. Beverly put the brakes on the kissing by touching her forehead to Kimmy's, leaving their faces close enough to feel one another's hard breathing. What Beverly said next, Kimmy never once would've suspected.
Close to panting just like she was, Beverly breathed out "I thought about it, but I didn't want to give you the wrong idea...I'm the Head Maid, I'm supposed to be your superior...And we've already set up a date." There was a quick kiss, then Beverly was adding, even more apologetically, "I, I just didn't want you to feel obligated to do something you weren't ready for, or rush something we could save for later...Does that make sense, sweetie?...I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage..."
Kimmy gave half a whine, half a squeak. "Just kiss me," she urged, giving a test pull against Beverly's hold, playfully warning her she'd get grabby, again, if she didn't feed the beast.
Beverly was all too happy to oblige, and to Kimmy's shuddering delight, even escalate. The buxom blonde tilted her head to the side a little, letting some of her silky, voluminous locks brush against Kimmy's face as she deepened their kissing, naturally leading to the two parting their lips. As soon as Beverly's long, moist tongue slid into her mouth, Kimmy's brain shut off. She...She was dying. Her skin was on fire. Her mascara was running, again. She was filled with a frenetic energy, but just the simplest handhold kept her in check. She wanted to tear her arms away from Beverly's, to fondle that voluptuous German every which way, but the seductive helplessness of those soft hands threading with her's kept her locked in place.
She started panting, too far gone to be self-conscious about it. Her cock was so rigid, the thing was like steel from root to tip, so engorged it could barely even sway when Kimmy mindlessly humped the air between them. Her balls definitely felt achy now, and God, that tense feeling in her taint...Now, she was begging, really begging to any higher power that would listen, for just one cum, just one climax - even a little one, just to lighten the load, a little! Kimmy groaned into Beverly's mouth, feeling the Aryan huff back through the hot honeypot between her lips. Kimmy might have seemed the more worked up of the two, and maybe that was true, but she could feel what others couldn't see. The way Beverly assaulted her tongue, explored her mouth?...If Kimmy had a hand free, she knew what she'd find if she reached down.
Without warning, Beverly let go of Kimmy's hands, reached down, and grabbed her by the bum, giving her a quick yank upwards until she forced Kimmy's body to slide up against the locker, raising her up until Beverly didn't have to lean over to kiss her, anymore. Kimmy, of course, hooked her legs around Beverly's waist, impotently shivering at the sensation of Beverly's chest squishing against her, trapping her between heaven and the cool lockers behind her. Kimmy closed her lips and gave Beverly's tongue a suck, spurring the beauty into breathlessly whispering something in German. Just the thought that Kimmy had made Beverly revert to her mother tongue made her grin, but then Beverly was walking backwards, carrying Kimmy in her arms.
"What did the others do to you, today," Beverly panted against Kimmy's throat, walking backwards until she could ease herself into a wall-mounted bench, letting Kimmy mount her lap over her knees. Kimmy, breathing just as huskily, briefly closed her eyes and put her teeth on edge as she shuddered, mindlessly grinding her hips back and forth a few times. God, she could feel it, now. In this new position, she could sit over Beverly's lap with her crotch pressed squarely to her's, letting her nuzzle her shortsword right up against the surprisingly rigid bulge of Beverly's own claymore.
Before Kimmy could helplessly ignore the question in her eagerness to nibble Beverly's lips, the blonde beauty reached around her, tenderly grabbed her by the rump with both hands, and began pressing kisses to her neck and throat, cutting Kimmy off from those lips until she answered, every breath a hot cloud that puffed against her electrified skin. Kimmy, eyes closed as she basked in the sensation, spoke around pants, breathlessly confessing "Clara bullied me all day long...She jerked me off under the table at breakfast, th-then played with me all day, jerking me, fingering me, kissing me...And making me call her mistress!"
Beverly started kneading her buns like dough, firmly squeezing and jiggling those thick cushions. "Mhm?..."
"A-And," Kimmy admitted, giving another grind with her hips against Beverly's pulsing bulge, "then Shelly pulled me aside, and...Aw, God, Bev, she r-reamed me out! She fucking pounded me until my cheeks went numb!"
Beverly's breathing hitched. After one last kiss, she whispered "Did you like it?..."
Kimmy flushed a shade of red, but whimpered "I've never wanted to cum more in my life! I'm dying here, Bev!"
"You poor thing," she whispered back, fingers creeping into Kimmy's valley as she tightened her grip on her rump. She pulled her head back, and naturally, Kimmy went in for more kisses, but before she had shoved her tongue into the beauty's mouth, she made sure to nibble her lip and beg "What did they do to you?..."
When Kimmy saw some red actually flare up in Beverly's face, she bit her lip harder and grinned, tummy tingling all over again. It was so rare to see Beverly blush! "Well...First, I sat Hitomi in my lap and mothered her a little, l-letting her suck on one of my nips while I tugged her off," Beverly quietly admitted. "Then, Court wanted a bit of swordfighting with a sixty-nine after, and once I heard how much of a bad girl Berri was being, I had no choice but to discipline her..." Beverly giggled. A little knowingly, she slowly mumbled "I think you saw that one...?"
Beverly punctuated the call-out with an affectionate pat-pat-patting to Kimmy's derriere, but even so, the girly-boy became too flustered to admit the truth. Beverly started to grin as a naughty idea crossed her mind. After a quick flick of her tongue against Kimmy's lips, she slowly whispered "And then Sheila wanted me to fuck her, so I worked some lube into my dong...Bent her over in the showers...And pounded her for nearly an hour. I even pulled her onto a bench, at one point, and let her ride my cock so fast, her's was swinging all over the place. In fact, I think I've still got the lube on me..."
"Oh, God," Kimmy blurted out, immediately leaning back. Eyes practically unhinged, she reached down for Beverly's miniskirt, fumbling to get at her bikini. She needed to see it, now! She needed to see that long, thick prick, veins bulging and mushroom tip swollen, skin still clammy and shiny with the lube miss Shelly had been dominated, with! Beverly grinned as she watched, but right as Kimmy's hands got under her skirt and went for her bikini, she took them into her's and lifted them back to her chest.
"Let me touch it," Kimmy breathily pleaded, eyes wide and anxious.
Clearly, the distraction wasn't working. Beverly instead raised Kimmy's hands to her mouth, giving the adorable trap's fingers some kisses and suckles, gazing into her eyes the whole time. Kimmy's mouth hung open as she watched, whole body tense, a drop of sweat rolling down the side of her face. Beverly started to smile halfway into her efforts, and when she was satisfied, she withdrew her tongue from the final finger, winked, and softly cooed "We're late for dinner, honey..."
She leaned in a little closer, bringing her mouth an inch from Kimmy's, keeping her lips near Kimmy's chin. Still watching her eyes, she whispered "Blue Balls Day...Is officially over."
"Beverly-" Kimmy protested, raw desperation in her eyes.
"Shhh, shh-shh," Beverly consoled, reaching back around her with both hands to get some nice strokes in on that pillowy bum. Smiling, eyes glowing, she watched Kimmy's own as she tenderly murmured "I'm so proud of you for actually coming to me, hon...You must've been so nervous. I didn't want to make things harder for you...I totally wasn't ignoring you, okay? Don't worry, we can pick up where we left off once we're off the clock, 'kay?..."
Lights were on, but nobody was home. Kimmy had admired this goddess for days, and so much had stoked the flames of her passion. Now, she had come so close, she had even been burned, but nothing was coming of it...Besides that promise. Eyes glazed, barely even open in Kimmy's brainless lust, she just mumbled "You promise?..."
"I promise, hon, I swear," Beverly reassured, briefly arching her eyebrows as she gazed into the new maid's foggy eyes. Stroking down from her bum to her nylons, she cooed "Trust me, hon, I'm just as pent-up as you are...I want this, too, but at the same time, you're the hardest visitor I've had all day." Kimmy watched as Beverly closed her eyes, lips parted a crack as she shivered and gently shook her head. "...I'm so backed-up, I just wanna..."
Kimmy continued the thought for her, breathing out "I wanna do everything with you, I, I don't even know where to start-"
"Next week," Beverly cooed, pouty lips turning into a smile, eyes opening into an affectionate gaze. "I promise."
Kimmy gave a little nod. Oh, God, she wasn't exaggerating. She didn't even know where she'd begin, with Beverly. She'd have to make a fucking list from A to Z and check things off as she went along. Still, with that promise and one last deep, slow kiss from the bubbly, curvaceous bombshell, Kimmy started to rise from Beverly's lap, holding her hand for support all the while. Once Beverly was up, she was smiling, humming a titter, and pulling Kimmy into a nice, big hug, a tight embrace complete with Kimmy's face nestling right into some cleavage. Kimmy sighed and sank into the embrace, hugging Beverly back just as tightly, giving the both of them a chance to settle their nerves and try to cool the roaring fires of their ardour. It took a minute, but in the affectionate arms of big sis Bev, Kimmy got herself under control, again.
After that exhausting outburst with Beverly, Kimmy was utterly drained...Metaphorically, of course. In a stricter sense, she had never felt more pent-up in her life, and all throughout dinner, her beanbag was a heavy, bloated, sore globule between her thighs, leaving her feeling forced to keep her knees spread throughout the entire meal. As soon as the two had rejoined the others, Beverly was back to the way she always was, giving nary a hint that she had gotten so personally worked up with her blossoming sweetheart, the newest member of her own team. In front of the others, she was back to smiling, giggling, blush banished from her face even as that broad prick kept tenting out her bikini, showing absolutely no signs of quitting. The only other person who had any idea that little Kimmy had stirred Beverly was Shelly, and she told no tales.
With the fraternization rule fully in effect again, it was a real treat seeing the way the other maids handled the day's final bout of aphrodisiacs. If they weren't biting their nails in need and openly undressing each other with their eyes, they were practically dozing off in their seats, so lost were they in their fantasies. Still, they obeyed the rules, and from then on, they kept their hands to themselves, again. Following a hearty meal, one final knee to the groin with a trip to the Auto-Blow, and a refreshing soak in the showers...A cold shower, for some...The girls were finally ready to turn in, for the night. More than anything, Kimmy looked forward to the day's jerk-off break, to milk herself until she was sprinkling ivory everywhere. Thank God, the game was over. A fun exercise, but not a lifestyle she'd want. Back to business as usual, right?
Not quite. The first red flag that something was off was when Kimmy noticed that nobody else seemed particularly relieved or excited to get back to the dorm. When they walked into said dorm and Kimmy noticed a big, black box sitting over the foot of Beverly's bed, the very same box that she had left in the canteen for her dildo game at breakfast, a second warning flare was fired off in Kimmy's mind...And lastly, when all the other maids started lining up in a row across from Beverly's bed, that sealed the deal. That does it, that's the final trigger: fucking something was about to happen here, and it wasn't going to be nice.
When Beverly walked over to the crate, reached inside, and pulled out a party favour, Kimmy's groan was so intense, she inspired Berri to reach over and pat her over the back. No teasing came - this was tough for all the girls, but they just needed to suck it up and put up with it.
What horrific mystery would they have to contend with, one might ask? Why, what else?...The fraternization rule may have been put back into effect, but it was still technically Orgasm Denial Day. That meant no jerk-off break...Nor, shall we say, nighttime emissions. Sitting pretty in Beverly's hand, just waiting for the first victim in line, was none other than a plastic chastity cage, ready and willing to spend the entire night with a very, very unlucky girl. Kimmy wasn't even shocked. More aghast than anything else, her jaw dropped, but she somehow managed to swallow back the outraged "Oh, c'mon!" that threatened to blast forth.
The pouts that started crossing the row made Beverly give a sympathetic whine, but still, rules were rules. They'd each get kitted up with a chastity, and it wouldn't come back off until sunrise. That's just how the dreaded Blue Balls Day ended. Like it or not, girls, mercy didn't have a place in Orgasm Denial Training.
Kimmy wasn't the only maid reluctantly blushing and grimacing as Beverly went girl to girl, fitting them into snug little cages of all shapes, colours, and sizes. First, the balls were pulled into a ring, small enough to cinch the girl's reactors and set the base for the fastening - the fit needed to be a bit tight, of course, because if it wasn't, the entire thing might just slip right off of the girl, once it was set. Then, a second half was fitted to it, including an unmistakable tube for the maid's meat to stick into, trapping it in place, preventing it from being touched, preventing it from even growing beyond it's limp size. With the click of a little padlock, the deal was sealed, and each maid found herself torturously locked away, ensuring those blue balls stuck around clear through the night. To say this was an uncomfortable sleeping accessory would be a comedy routine rich enough to get the maids howling.
Then, in a show of equity, Beverly made the gesture of locking herself in her own chastity cage right in front of everyone else, letting everyone see she was no different. Just witnessing Beverly, that voluptuous cheerleader, willingly restraining herself, had Kimmy terrified her own would get unbearably tight. Beverly's, a mostly metal arrangement of bars and rings along her shaft with just a tiny ring over the eye of her tip, was secured with a faint click before Beverly was clapping her hands together and grinning ruefully.
Looking back and forth across the row her team was still in, she happily declared "Okay, girls! Lights out! Everyone try to sleep as best you can, okay? If you're really having trouble falling asleep tonight, and I honestly don't blame you if you do, feel free to bunk up with someone for a cuddle, okay? I know a nice cuddle always helps me sleep better! And don't worry, you all know what tomorrow is: Ruined Orgasms Day!" With an excited giggle, she added "We'll all get to unload our cargo, don't worry! We're gonna get out every drop, you just gotta wait, 'kay? Sweet dreeeams!"
Everyone groaned. Nobody took Beverly up on the double-bunking offer, which was probably a rather wise decision on everyone's part. Bad enough they had all tortured each other throughout the day, they didn't need to tempt fate by snuggling up under the covers, naked but rendered helpless. There was a damn lot of tossing and turning that night, but in the end, they all eventually managed to adjust to their little restraints and get in a good night's rest.
What a day...And tomorrow? Ruined Orgasms Training? Oh, God...What did that really mean? Would Kimmy at least get to cum?...
~~End of Ch. 10~~
Chapter 11: Friday Morning - My New Mommy
Chapter Text
Kimmy's Maid Training
Part III ‑ "Freedom"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: December 29, 2017
"...Get your mouth on it. I'm not putting my dick in your face for aromatherapy, over here. Swallow it down to my nuts and maybe I won't ruin your fat ass, after."
Kimmy's eyes darted up from the thick pole of meat pointing into her face, looking through the deep cleavage perched just above her head until Clara's sadistic grin could come into view. Already on her hands and knees, she was on a bed somewhere, somehow...Familiar...Just vaguely so. It made enough sense that she didn't have any misgivings, at least. She didn't remember how she had gotten there, but Clara, at least, didn't seem too bothered with the details of this little tete-a-tete, so who cared? She opened her mouth, about to warble for the shortstack redhead to show mercy when someone else started to crawl onto the bed, close enough behind her to make a point. Kimmy looked over her shoulder, swiftly spotting a familiar girl, all pale skin and wavy black hair. Berri was here, too?
Black lipstick making her grin all the more savage, Berri swept her bangs behind an ear, sliding that purple streak out of her eyes and off to the side. "Don't mind me, honey bunny," she teased, "just here for a bit of the ol' dipstick swirl. I know we're friends and all, but where's the benefits?"
Kimmy started breathing hard. Benefits, huh? She'll show her "benefits!" Without an ounce of hesitation, she reached back, laying out a most vulgar invitation with a pull of both hands. Berri grinned wider, came closer, and with one good push, had Kimmy's eyes bugging out. She shut her eyes as Clara turned her head back to face her, pulling her mouth open before sticking the rounded end of something hot and salty between her lips, pushing it across her tongue until she had it cramming against the back of her throat. Kimmy naturally flexed her throat and stopped, but then opened her eyes in shock when a pair of hands grabbed her at the back of her head, pulling.
Her eyes screwed back shut as an undignified "Glk!" sounded out. All of a sudden, she couldn't breathe, anymore. Her throat starting to bulge, both sides in the sandwich pushed their way in, mounting the pressure on both fronts, rocking her between them like they were sharing a toy. In spite of the manhandling...Or, let's be honest, here, because of it...Kimmy could feel her little cock jutting out from her lap, needily stabbing out towards the sheets, almost painfully stiff. She gave a muffled, pleading moan, lips stretched to capacity around that fat slab, but Clara only hummed and pushed deeper, eliciting another gag. Berri, meanwhile, just gave a callous snicker, lap already giving little smacks against her chosen target.
Almost painfully stiff...God damn, she was hard. She needed this. Unngh...It actually did kinda hurt, though. Why was it so sharp? Ow...Hey, ow!
Kimmy gave a bit of a jolt, head shifting against her pillow, legs suddenly shifting and kicking under the sheets as she urgently grabbed at her crotch. Suddenly settling back into her body like a spirit taking possession, she rolled over onto her back, eyes still closed as she gave a deep, exhausted sigh through her nose. Not a few moments later, the blinds covering the many windows in the dorm automatically began to recede, quietly drawn upwards towards the ceiling. Kimmy's expression didn't even shift, a quiet groan catching in her throat as she slipped her arm back up from under her blanket, laying the back of a hand across her eyes. Morning, already? C'mon, that dream had been going somewhere good...No rest for the wicked, she supposed.
Beverly's radio kicked on a second later, blasting out a sound shrill enough to match the sudden eruption of light. As was becoming routine, the peace and quiet of a dorm full of snoozing maids was shattered by the enthusiastic jabbering of Beverly's favourite disc jockey, the thoroughly-caffeinated man blurting out "Aaaand if you're just joining us here at Jive 88.5, it's about nine, this fine Friday morning; a great day to call in sick, pull the pillows over your head, and pretend the inevitable entropy of the universe doesn't fill you with a crushing, existential dread. But, hey - cheer up, folks! It's totally Friday! Let's start you off right with another hour of K-Billy's Super Sounds of..."
Kimmy simply stopped paying attention. A groan or two sounded out in the background, briefly putting a little smile of amusement on her face. It wasn't long before she was dropping her hand back down from her eyes, flopping it across her tender chest until she could slide it down, reaching back for somewhere even more tender. As soon as she had touched that hard shape through the blankets, she wanted to wince. God, she was kinda sore, down there...Her chastity felt two sizes too small, for crying out loud. Was she swollen? It had always seemed so hot in the pics and videos, but now...Mmf, guess she couldn't have expected much else, after a whole day spent getting teased worse than ever before. Morning wood definitely wasn't going to help her situation, either, but after dreaming up a Berri/Clara tag-team, could you really blame her? Hell, that's probably what had woken her up, really.
Off in the background, she could hear Beverly giving a little yawn, shifting out of bed. With a pleasant trill, she cooed "Mmf...Okay, girls, everyone up! Come on, time to shake the cobwebs out! It's another morning of fun!"
There was some yawning, some stretching and grunting, but one by one, Kimmy heard blankets pulled aside and bare feet patting against the hardwood floor. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she sat up, had a good stretch, and slipped her legs over the side of her bed, tiredly eyeing the others. It was a bit of a surprise to see that some of the other maids actually looked halfway rested, in spite of a night spent with a hard cage trapping their little friends, constantly making a nuisance of itself. It was even a little surreal, in some cases: Shelly pulled herself out of her bed and, with a little stretch and a crack of her neck, dropped down and got in some push-ups, toned body completely nude besides the pink plastic locked to her crotch. She didn't even seem to notice it was there, the big trooper.
Aisha slipped herself out of bed, idly pawing at her metal chastity, giving it a bit of a tug before gently stroking her balls, a quiet sigh accompanying the discomfort on her face. Kimmy gave her a sympathetic grimace, trying not to join in and massage her own bits lest she make it worse. Courtney and Beverly, on the other hand, didn't seem fazed in the slightest, quickly fixing their sheets before turning to observe the rest of the girls, proudly displaying the cages sticking out from their laps like they were badges of honour. Berri sat up at the edge of her bed with a bored look on her face, but then she was looking down, pulling a face, and groaning, almost as if she had completely forgotten the thing had even been there. Clara got up from her bed and lazily fixed her sheets, her chastity making those full, dense balls of her's look even heavier than usual, leaving her bits drooping and helplessly swaying between her thick thighs with every motion.
Hitomi, sprawled out across her bed mid-stretch, gave a cute yawn, flopping her arms and legs back down to the sheets with a contented hum. Reaching down, she pressed her fingers to her mons and made her chastity dance, gently pulling against her crotch until she had her cage bouncing up and down. In a placid murmur, she said "Hey, Bev?"
The Head Maid, hands loosely holding her hips, looked over with a little smile. "Mmm?"
Smiling from ear to ear, Hitomi's voice was almost a purr from a stifled giggle. "I think I'm finally getting used to sleeping with a chastity on. I actually feel alright, this morning!"
"Lucky you," Aisha quietly grumbled to herself, making Kimmy crack a smile.
Beverly smiled more, dropping a hand from a hip. "Aww, that's great," she gushed, "glad to hear it! I still remember how hard the first time was, for you. Didn't we tell you you'd get used to it?"
"Well, it's a little hard to imagine sleeping with something like this clamping down on your balls for a whole night," Hitomi whined, half playfully and half defensively. "Can you blame me? But yeah, I guess you guys were right. I'm just glad I actually got some sleep, this time. That first Friday morning was rough." Pulling herself up from the bed, she threw her hands through her hair, looked over at Kimmy, and smiled. "Hey, how'd you sleep, Kimmy?"
Kimmy gave a smile, still rubbing some sleep from her eyes. She threw her free hand up by her side in a carefree shrug, saying "Oh, not that bad, honestly. It took me a while to actually fall asleep, but it happened, so I can't complain. I feel alright."
Aisha gave an approving little smile, quietly watching Kimmy from the next bed. Shelly, still in the middle of her workout, tried not to grunt her words. "The first night's...Always the hardest. If you could...Handle it this time...Hnh, I'd say you're set."
Courtney smiled, loosely crossing her arms under her hefty bust. With a knowing undercurrent to her voice, she coyly asked "My dear, you never told us you'd used chastities, before. And here some of us were, worried about you! When did you first stumble onto the kink, I wonder?"
Kimmy gave a flustered laugh, dramatically waving her hands out to her sides as she blurted out "Whoa-hoh, hey now, it's not like that! Sure, I've looked at a lot of chastity porn, but I've never actually worn one, before now! I'm not used to this sort of thing!"
With a friendly smirk, Berri joked "What kind of porn haven't you looked at, for Christ's sake?"
Kimmy narrowed her eyes, embarrassed smile abruptly turning sly. "Well, you seem to be handling it pretty well," she ribbed. "How do we know you don't do your bathroom dancing with a nice bit of junk jewellery? I bet it glows under black lights!"
Shelly and Courtney both gave a chuckle, grinning over at Berri. Aisha puckered up her lips in a petite smile, raising her eyebrows as she glanced over. Berri raised her eyebrows high, going still. Staring over at Kimmy, she dropped her chin with a smile, pointing at her eyes before pointing over at Kimmy's. The greenhorn just grinned. Bring it, friendo.
Smiling, Beverly slowly looked back and forth between the two maids. Wearily, if good-naturedly, she remarked "Alright, girls, that's enough. C'mon, let's get moving - once we're in the bathroom, I'll take everyone's chastity off, 'kay?"
The reassurance definitely got some of the lead out. Banter was put on hold and, some of them so anxious they were practically skipping, the maids started their morning routine, walking the halls as stark naked as any other day - minus the fashionable accessories they each sported, of course. With a flick of her wrist, Beverly had her girls lining up in an orderly fashion at the Auto-Blow, each facing her as she took up her usual post next to the elaborate sex machine. Grinning, she brought a hand up and snapped her fingers, suddenly producing a little silver key between her digits. Kimmy couldn't help but raise her eyebrows; how the heck was she pulling off magic tricks in the buff? Where had she hidden that thing?!
"Okay! One by one, girls," the leggy blonde lilted, "let's see how backed-up you've gotten! The one with the worst case of blue balls gets a kiss!" She giggled and gave a shrug, grin widening until her eyes eased half-closed. "Unless, of course, it's me," she playfully suggested, "in which case one of you can kiss me!"
Kimmy smiled, but Shelly just scoffed and joked "Yeah, I don't think so, Bev. We all know exercise gets the juices flowing, and I get a heck of a lot more than any of you pieces of dough."
Berri, Courtney, and Hitomi all tried to blurt something out, but Beverly just raised her eyebrows, lifted her hand, and jingled the key against her key ring, just about pricking their ears up like a pack of dogs. The lot of them going silent, Beverly placidly cooed "Quiet down, now. Let's go, let's get these cages off, already...Unless you'd rather keep it on, longer? Who's ready to get hard, again?"
Everyone nodded, half the girls even going so far as to chant out "I am!"
Beverly grinned again, giving a quick chuckle as she beckoned the first in line to step forward. Aisha held her hips and looked down as Beverly stepped in, a smile always lingering on her face as she reached over, fit the key to Aisha's lock, and with one quick click, was carefully opening the thing back up. Kimmy leaned out of the line, watching the way Aisha's shoulders slowly slumped with a deep, silent sigh. Pulling the chastity away in the one hand, Beverly smiled wider, reached out again, and almost seemed to be giving Aisha's bits a wee bit of a massage, much to Kimmy's green-eyed envy. With an appraising hum, Beverly playfully cooed "Oof, you're a bit swollen, huh? It's always hot, seeing you get a bit fuller. You definitely get heavier, that's for sure."
Kimmy watched, trying not to gulp. Beverly's smile slowly split a little, eyes sparkling. Aisha, as quiet as ever, just drew in a slow breath, shoulders steadily rising until Beverly finally murmured "...Aaaand, there we go. Okay, get ready!"
"Y-Yeah," the curvy Nubian quietly agreed, stepping closer to the oversized sex toy standing in front of her. Once she had adjusted it to her height, Beverly was switching it on, and judging by the unusually intense grunting Aisha couldn't choke back, Kimmy could only wipe her brow and wonder at how much more intense it must've felt, being so backed-up. One by one, the girls each walked up to Beverly, had their cages taken off, and received an appraisal from the Head Maid's discerning eye...Not to mention a little helping hand to get them ready for the Auto-Blow, if need be. The one thing she didn't do, that morning, was give everyone a measuring. Considering how much teasing and denial everyone had gone through, she insisted, their measurements probably wouldn't reflect their regular, day-to-day size. After all, she doubted any of them did this sort of thing on a daily basis, during the off week.
Beverly seemed pleasantly surprised with everyone's otherwise uncomfortable condition, but Clara, in particular, made Beverly grin - something a few of the others were quick to decry, calling it unfair to even consider the shortstack given her naturally bloated size. Clara let the fuss slide, remarking the competition was stupid before making for the showers. Next to the redhead, Beverly was impressed with Courtney, in particular, and considering Kimmy could still vividly remember wiping up the milfy bombshell's jelly-thick slop that first jerk-off game, it didn't surprise her in the least to hear Courtney could really work up a heavy blast, given a chance.
On the other hand, Beverly felt the need to give an honourable mention to Hitomi, whose tight little beanbag was visibly swollen, flushed darker than usual as the twin eggs of her reactors pressed out against her skin. Hitomi just about bounced on the spot, grinning and squealing with excitement. Yes, she could finally get worked up enough that it was obvious! Took long enough! How many Orgasm Denial Days had she sat through without a real payoff?!
Kimmy gave a sheepish grin and a flustered chuckle. So weird, seeing people actually excited about getting blue-balled...But, definitely hot, too. Maybe too hot, even: Kimmy was wincing and grabbing her chastity by the time she finally had her turn, quietly whining that the fit was getting too tight. Beverly started grinning once the last girl in line reached her, one hand to a hip, one foot set out to show off a leg. "Morning, hon," she cooed, eyes swiftly dropping from Kimmy's to the bundle she was clutching, deep down under.
Kimmy, trying to suppress her wince, trying harder to contain the urgency in her tone, kept her eyes off of Beverly's chastity as she whimpered "Bev, it's too tight! I can't stop it, I'm getting hard, get it off, please!"
Berri snickered. Standing not far from the two with the rest, freshly-pumped manhood standing red and twitchy, she crossed her arms and remarked "Better hurry up before she breaks her cock, Bev. You'd hate that, now, wouldn't you?"
Hitomi, Shelly, and Clara all chuckled, but Beverly just ignored them. Giving Kimmy a sympathetic look, she sprang into action with an almost motherly coo, murmuring "Alright, sweetie, just hold on a sec, 'kay? We'll get you out in no time!"
Kimmy nodded, wince getting more and more overt as she shifted her hands out of her lap, finally unshielding her tenderness. Beverly's eyes briefly widened, but without another word, she reached out with both hands, fitting the key to the lock before popping it off. Even that littlest bit of relief was enough to make Kimmy sigh, but then she had to grit her teeth and bear it as Beverly undid the cage, itself. As gently as possible, Beverly parted the chastity back into it's two component pieces, drifting it away from that imprisoned cock until it could flop out a tired, if free, man. Kimmy's shoulders slumped, but when the clapping and whistling started blasting out behind her, she tensed up, the only witness to her red face being Beverly, herself.
Grinning, Shelly blurted out "Got your chastity cherry popped, good on ya!"
Clara raised her voice over the clapping, laughing out "Get used to it - practice in the off week, hah!"
Berri, cracking up even harder, chimed in "Hey, I'll help!"
Offering a polite golf clap, Courtney smiled and encouraged "You took it like a trooper, my dear. You should be proud."
Kimmy hung her head a little, a quivery smile uncontrollably creeping up on her tomato-red face. Beverly smiled from ear to ear, offering the girly-boy a reassuring pat to her shoulder. Naturally, the horny trap didn't need any help getting stiff - poor thing probably could've gotten hard at random shapes in the clouds, for crying out loud. Looking down, Beverly's eyes were immediately treated to that blushing, raging hard-on, lightly hopping with Kimmy's flexing, helmet already slick with pre-cum. As intense as usual, this morning!...Or, was it even more potent, perhaps? Better take a closer look...
Briefly puckering her lips in appraisal, the tall blonde bent and held her knees, reached over, and gently tickled her fingertips across Kimmy's balls, trying to shift them towards herself for a better look at them. Kimmy looked up and watched her role model's reaction, slowly holding her own hips to hide her awkwardness, listening as the clapping died down behind her. She spied Beverly raise her eyebrows, a hint of colour flushing the blonde's cheeks as she cooed "Oh, wow. You're definitely worked up. I've never seen you like this, before - you're practically purple! I'm almost worried!"
Kimmy's expression opened up. She looked down, and what she saw had her eyes faintly widening, jaw dropping open. Holy crap, was that for real? Was she still dreaming? How backed-up was she? Besides how wildly rigid her cock was, to the point where her shaft even had a couple little veins bulging along it, she could even see her balls bulging out past the base of her prick, flushed a darker shade than usual. Bloating full her snug little pouch - a rare sensation she had always been quick to drain away, in the past - the smooth, glossy skin couldn't help but clearly define her orbs, dangling dense under her pulsing prick like a big, solid pair of marbles. Kimmy's eyes almost crossed. As far as her body was concerned, that was about as Alpha as those things could get. That was so fucking hot.
Her vision blurred as she stared down at her own pre-burbling tip, Beverly's fingers slowly retracting from her balls...Right up until Kimmy's eyes followed them, finding Beverly's tight, metallic chastity, still caging that big beast. Kimmy almost started panting, right then and there. Look at her: she was like a dog in heat and she knew it, bone boiling and ready to bury itself in someone's yard...Or at least give them a toy to mouth around. Sweat beaded on Kimmy's brow as a manic smile spread across her face. Oh, God...She was so big. So fucking big, so fucking tense - her hands almost twitched at the raging urge to just grab her prick in one hand, massage her balls with the other, and start pumping out all that cream gumming up the works.
Beverly must've seen the cracks developing in Kimmy's willpower, because she just giggled, started hitting switches on the Auto-Blow, and encouraged "Wow, hon, you must've had it hard, yesterday. Don't worry about a thing, cutie, you'll be getting a serious milking, today!"
Beverly helpfully pointed into the face of the Auto-Blow lest Kimmy's dazed mind forget, and the trap's glassy eyes couldn't help but follow like an animal's. Instantly, they locked on the pink, sphincter-like circle over the face of that big sex toy, that welcoming hole sitting pretty between those two cheek-like cushions, already drooling lube from the prior dicking it had gotten with the rest of the girls. With a quiet chuckle, Beverly goaded Kimmy on, murmuring "C'mon, hon, go for it! Just one last bit of teasing, okay? Then, it's all downhill!"
Kimmy whined and nodded, stepping up to the plate and taking the machine by the handles, adjusting it to her height. Okay...Just one last bit of teasing. She can handle a minute of cock-pumping and faux-sucking, right? With her cock so stiff, she didn't even need to hold it to aim. With a flutter of her eyelashes and a low, desperate groan through her teeth, she slid on in, easing her hips in until she had her lap pressing right up against those cushions, humping that hole like the needy little girl she was, a position she was getting used to taking. That moment of anticipation as she waited for the suction to start was so intense, a chatter even ran through her teeth, coursed down her spine, and made her pillowy rump give a dimple-inducing clench, treating everyone behind her to a little show.
Once Beverly flipped the switch and had that cock-blowing automaton started, Kimmy's entire body gave a quick, hard shudder, hips uncontrollably jerking into the machine hard enough to get a creak out of it. Easy, girl!
Choking back a guttural grunt, Kimmy furrowed her brow hard, letting go of a handle to give it a little pound with her fist. Oh God, there it was, again: that tightness in her taint, that tenderness deep inside, like her cum-tubes were getting sore without letting loose some oil to grease the hinges. She held on tight, eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, a long, low groan drifting out of her as the "shuck-shuck-shuck" sound started filling her ears. The tight wetness, the boiling heat, the shape of that tongue and the soft ring of those lips, it all worked her prick into a lather, wet sounds gently filling her lap as fresh lube dribbled out past the sphincter and trickled damn near to her balls, pressed up against that fuck-toy as she hilted it like the gangbang mouth-slut it really was. Hot damn, a good mouth to blow in, right about now, was just what the doctor or-
"Just hold on a little longer, babe," Beverly cooed, flipping another switch.
Argh! Always with the tease and denial! Kimmy hung her head back and gave a loud, throaty moan, eyes still closed as she listened to the machine's efforts redouble. Moving faster now, the internal piston filled the air with an energetic "shooka-shooka-shooka," sucking and pumping at Kimmy's meat until, at last, Beverly had killed the machine with the flip of a switch. Kimmy gave a quick, shuddering groan, culminating with a shake of her head sharp enough to toss her hair around. With a self-satisfied little smile, she huffed a little chuckle and eased her hips back, breaking the suction sealing her loins to the hungry toy. Whew...That was a good one. Or, well, almost-one.
Smiling to herself, Beverly was already starting to unlock her own chastity, absentmindedly murmuring "Okay then, let's see how I'm doing...Oh!" Raising her eyebrows, a big, innocent smile on her face, she remarked "Oof, I'm pretty clogged up, myself!"
Don't look, don't look...Oh, damn it all.
Against her better judgement, Kimmy looked down. The way she started breathing hard at the drop of a hat had Beverly giggling, a grin splitting her beautiful face. Kimmy's nostrils gave a flare, the lightest layer of perspiration putting a subtle sheen across her face. She wasn't as acquainted with Beverly's meat as she would've wanted, obviously, but she liked to think she was already familiar enough with what the Aryan had between her legs that she could've spotted something new or different. Today, there was definitely something new: a pair of balls fattened up so badly, they very possibly could've had a literal tinge of blue. How could she bear to smile?!
Kimmy's jaw dropped like a fish out of water. One good squat-thrust would've had those sludge-tanks sloshing. How in the hell could Beverly stand it? How could she just brush it off and act like everything was normal?! Her cock, that fat, veiny pole hanging low, draped itself across her swollen reactors in it's half-hard state, dividing her bloated undercarriage until it finally began to rise, lifting itself up from the round globule it had been using for a pillow and standing to salute, the slit over her swollen mushroom tip already glistening with just a hint with cock-sap. Kimmy almost wailed at the injustice of it all. A girl like Beverly never should've been tortured, like this! She must've been aching! She wanted to drop to her knees and kiss those baby-makers herself, to whisper reassurances that she'd never neglect them, like that!
As soon as everyone else saw Beverly's condition, they threw up their hands and groaned.
"Fucking figures," Berri blurted out.
"Every time she makes a deal," Aisha muttered, "why do I fall for it every damn time?"
Beverly gave them a playful grin and spoke up over the grumbling and muttering, modestly explaining "Well, I have been taking the supplements the longest, and I did have a busy day, yesterday..."
"Not as busy as me," Hitomi whined, "I went down seven times! All day long, I could taste cock! You can't get much more torture than that!"
A clever little smirk on her face, Courtney curtly suggested "My dear, you wouldn't have happened to set up that prize knowing you'd win, now, would you?"
Beverly raised her eyebrows, grin faltering as she earnestly insisted "Absolutely not! I had no idea I was the most backed-up, here! I'd never rig a game, like that!"
"Aww, you just wanted to kiss Kimmy," Berri derisively remarked, throwing a hand over in Beverly's direction. "You set this up!"
Kimmy just watched the Head Maid, already too out of it to get flustered. She noticed as Beverly pulled a face, a weary, if good-natured, grimace. Eyes half-closed, a smile on her face again, she held a hip, shifted her weight to one leg, and tapped a fingertip against her chin, patiently sighing "Okay, alright. If you girls are gonna make a fuss out of this, how about this: everyone can get a kiss. That better?"
Berri's eyes almost went as alert as Kimmy's. "B-But-!"
Everyone started grinning. Shelly and Hitomi, almost in unison, blurted out "Sounds good!"
Kimmy froze up for a second, then deflated with an increasingly miserable look on her face. Oh, for Heaven's sake. Thanks for ruining it, guys. She could never just have anything good, could she? Noooo, she's always gotta get the short end of the stick, always gotta bite the pillow, for crying out loud. She barely caught Beverly glancing at her through the corners of her eyes, an unmistakable ruefulness crossing her. It was quick, there for maybe a moment, but Kimmy had caught it all the same, had caught the meaning: "Sorry, hon, at least I tried!" That, at least, had Kimmy lightening back up, but what Beverly did next was even better: instead of raising the little white flag and letting Berri win, the Head Maid subverted the little prank.
With a sadistic chuckle, Berri just about barged her way to the front of the developing line, blurting out "Hey, back of the line, Kimmy! C'mon, first come, first served! Wait your turn, I call dibs! You can watch, heh heh!"
Kimmy sucked in a breath, looked over at Berri with wide eyes, and barely had time to blurt out "Okay, you know what-"
"You're absolutely right, Berri," Beverly interjected, obviously trying not to laugh. "It is first come, first served. And, wow, looks who's here, already right at the front of the line! I guess Kimmy gets to go first!"
Berri just blinked, an incredulous grin on her face. "Wha-?"
Beverly grinned, turned to Kimmy, held the side of her neck, and leaned right on in, pressing a big, deep kiss to her lips, even going so far as to toss in a couple quick little extra smooches before finally leaning back out, a wide, pleased smile on her face. Berri sputtered and threw out her arms by her sides, blurting out "B-But, hey, no! Whuh...That's bullshit!"
Kimmy, grinning from ear to ear, started walking off for the showers, making sure to bump her hip to Berri's as hard as she could once she reached her. "Enjoy your kiss, second-place," she teased.
The way Berri gave a frustrated groan behind her had Kimmy cackling, but it had Aisha, on the other hand, going for a high-five. Nice try, Berri. Next time you try to stir up trouble, don't expect Bev to just go along with it, especially if Kimmy's the one getting screwed over. Still, maybe Beverly should be more discreet, going forward...Kimmy honestly couldn't say whether or not the beauty had rigged the game, but even assuming she had, it was only to be able to kiss Kimmy in front of the others. How sweet a gesture, right? Kimmy's heart thumped at just the thought. Her honey, essentially one of her bosses, wanted to give her a PDA - was this really happening?...
"...Okay, girls, I know we're all very familiar with Friday and what it means," Beverly cheerily announced, running her hands back through her soaked hair, "but for Kimmy's sake, could someone please be a sweetheart and tell me what today's training is all about? No spoilers, though, hee-hee!"
Kimmy, smiling to herself, scanned around the showers until one of her coworkers decided to speak up. Hitomi, in the middle of sweeping a hand between her cheeks, looked over a shoulder and happily squeaked "It's Ruined Orgasms Day, the day where we cum as much as possible!"
Smiling, Beverly snapped her fingers and gave Hitomi a quick point, giggling "Exactly! But, just like yesterday, there is a teensy wittle bit of a twist to it, isn't there?"
"Boy, is there," Clara sighed, a little grin creeping up on her face as she rubbed some body wash around that big bust of her's. Kimmy pulled a bit of a blank face. She didn't think she followed. How were they going to cum if their orgasms got ruined? Weren't those two things kinda contradictory?
If only. Oh hoh, if only. Time for an eye-opener, Kimmy baby. One more lesson in self-discipline, endurance, patience, deference - all qualities a hard worker, a good maid, needs to have...And, dare one suggest, a good lover? Better not, while Brandy's still making a nuisance of herself. Might give her a nervous tick. Still, there was clearly so much more left for Kimmy to learn...
Beverly, beaming like a kid on Christmas morning, clapped her hands together, just about bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, and excitedly explained the quandary Kimmy couldn't figure out for herself: "Here's how it works, girls! Yesterday's theme was all about saving it up as long as possible, right? It was all about getting used to teasing, about channelling that energy from needing to fuck and pouring it into your work, right? Learning to enjoy the sex you got even if you couldn't cum from it, and then getting off on how horny it kept you? Well, today's actually really similar, it's just the other side of the coin, you know? Instead of not cumming at all, we're gonna be cumming all day, we just won't get the pow of an orgasm! We're gonna ruin all of our orgasms until we can't get out a single drop! It'll be great!"
Kimmy's hands froze, fingers still clawing through her shampoo-foamy hair. Wait a second...Ruining an orgasm? Wait, come to think of it, hadn't she heard that kind of idea, somewhere before?...Maybe in some piece of porn somewhere, long tucked away in some faded memory. Sounded pretty subby, to be frank. Tell her more!
Beverly gave a giant grin, assuming a more authoritarian stance, feet sliding to shoulder-width as she grabbed her hips, just about thrusting out her chest in the process. "Just for today," she said, "we're gonna have a special little toy set up in the front hall, a little something-something for us all to use over the course of the day. Let's hope Brandy doesn't pull another surprise visit, huh? Let's go ahead and call this toy, mmm, the Mommy Mouth!"
Kimmy's ears turned red. Oh God, first the Daddy Dick, then the Mommy Mouth? What, did they keep the two in storage, together? When's the anniversary, and is she or is she not invited?
Beverly raised her eyebrows, an open look in her eyes and a warm smile on her face. "So, here's the game plan for today: after every major chore, or every hour or two, whichever comes first, we'll all head on down to the Mommy Mouth, get into position over it with our partners, and start, well, petting ourselves, aaall the way until we feel like blowing a big, creamy load!" Kimmy swallowed and widened her eyes when Beverly brought a fist in front of her lap, rather unnecessarily pantomiming a certain solo pastime. Smile fading, lips lightly puckering into a pouty little ring, she cooed "You can do whatever you want to get off: go hard, go slow, play with your boobs, cup your balls, use lube or even play with your tooshie a little, but whatever you do, after tugging and massaging your stick for a bit..."
Beverly let her eyelids flutter shut, mouth hanging open just a little wider as her fist pumped faster, faking full-length pistoning mere inches from her lingering hard-on, still red and twitchy from the Auto-Blow's love. Kimmy openly stared, breath turning hard no matter how she tried to keep calm...And when she drifted her eyes around and spied just how many of the other pricks in the showers were red and twitchy from the torturous show, Kimmy's imagination almost ran away from her. She could see it now: the lot of them, all foamy and lathered up, getting together in a nice, relaxing circlejerk, churning each other's butter until they could give each other the milking they all so badly need, so badly deserve...What was wrong with a few coworkers looking out for each other, right?
Why stop there, even? Why not let Kimmy squat down in the middle of that circle, looking up at everyone and cranking her handle until they gave her some fresh, hydrating body wash? Right quick, Kimmy shook her head. Christ, for a second there, she had almost grabbed herself. Take a deep breath, girl! Get a hold of yourself!
"...You slow down, you stop," Beverly continued, opening her eyes, again. Arching an eyebrow, a little smile coming back onto her face, she slowed down her pumping until coming to a dead stop, fist sealed against her lap like she were gripping her phantom prick tight around the base. "And, once you're more in control, you keep going, right up until you're at the point of no return. Once you're at the point of impact, once you can feel your cock getting extra stiff and hot, once you can feel your balls getting ready to squirt some thick, sticky goo, you pretty much stop playing with yourself, completely - and whatever you do, you definitely don't play with the tip. That's a big no-no."
Grinning all over again, Beverly knocked off her miming, playfully flourishing her wrist out to the side before holding her hip, again. "You edge yourself juuust enough, just enough to make the cum come out, but you don't actually cross the line and get the blast of an orgasm. It's actually trickier to pull off than you might think! That's mostly just a self-discipline thing, though, honestly. It can be so hard for people to hold back when it's just so easy to blow your own mind. That just makes it a perfect way to train us, though! Once you know how to do it, it's super easy!" Beverly tilted her head to the side with a contented little titter, letting her eyes periodically roam back and forth across her girls. "I know it's probably gonna be a bit hard for some of us," she offered, naming no names, "but if you can manage it, there's actually a lot of really kinky benefits!"
Kimmy blinked a couple times, stomach slowly tingling as she thought over the concept. She swore she had heard of this, somewhere before...Sounded really kinky, but how could she say no to properly cumming, even if it still milked her?...
Beverly dropped a hand, barely wagging a fingertip against the underside of her shaft, giving her meat a playful wiggle-waggle before holding her hip, again. "Ruining your orgasm still feels pretty good, honestly, and you'll finally get to unload all the nummy-cummies weighing you down, girls! Just think: you finally get to drain the boys, but you're still horny for more and more! You just gotta make sure to feed your splish-splash into the Mommy Mouth, okayyy? Last time, there were trickles going everywhere, it's like someone missed half their deposits."
Hitomi smacked her lips with a grin, suddenly blurting out a sarcastic "Jeez, I'm sorry, Bev, okay?"
Kimmy cracked a laugh, alongside most of the other girls. Beverly, grinning, looked up and off to the side without moving her head, playfully twisting her hips back and forth. Once the laughter died back down, she continued, warmly explaining "But seriously, girls, make sure the Mommy Mouth gets to drink it all down, or else we won't get our surprises, at dinner! And nobody spoil it for Kimmy, either, I wanna see her reaction, myself!"
Everyone grinned and gave Kimmy a leer, promptly turning her face a hint pink, her smile quavering.
Beverly raised an eyebrow, holding her back up straight. "And I don't want any confusion about whether or not you've done it right, this time, either," she instructed, tone taking on a halfway serious tone. "You're not going to trick me into giving you a reacharound with some goofy story about how you don't know if you've cum, or not. You'll know you've done the job right when you shoot your wad, but there's no refractory period...Which brings me to my next point!" Tone turning playful again, she cooed "You know that super-sensitive time right after you cum, where you can't really keep going? Ruining your orgasm kinda ruins that, too! That's how you can keep cumming and cumming every time you have to milk yourself, today! If you can just find the willpower in you to keep playing the game, you can get all that naughty spunk out, eventually!"
With a purring chuckle, Beverly started running her hands through her hair one more time, throwing it all over one shoulder. "All things considered, we'll all each probably get in a good six, maybe even seven, full-sized spurts, today. That should lighten the load a little, huh? I know I can't wait, but before we get ahead of ourselves, let's get the pairings for the day out of the way, 'kay? And remember, girls: make sure you look out for your partner!" Narrowing an eye, Beverly held up a finger by her chin and slowly pointed it around the room, aiming it at everyone. "The two of you are a team! Don't let them miss their shot, and definitely make sure they aren't sneaking a proper beating before tonight's jerk-off break, alright? Make sure to help each other out!"
Everyone answered to the affirmative, grumbling and groaning in disharmony.
Pointing out one partner to the other with a dainty bob of a single finger, Beverly gave a sweet smile and cooed "Aisha, you're with Berri, today. I want you two to wash and dry the sheets, blankets, and pillow cases in the dorm, plus use the in-between time to sweep the floor. Once that's done, start giving the hallways in our side of the floor a quick once-over, alright?"
"Just make me clean the whole fuckin' first floor, why don'tcha," Berri grumbled, surprisingly well under her breath.
Beverly either ignored her or, more likely, just didn't hear her. "Sheila, you'll be with Hitomi, today. I think it's about time some of master Harret's offices were swept and vacuumed, huh? Before that, though, you might as well take a look at the leisure room and make sure things are all nice and tidy, for tomorrow. We always make a pretty big mess of it, so that should keep you two busy for a while, at least."
"For sure," Shelly confirmed.
Raising her eyebrows, Beverly looked over at Clara and said "Clara, you'll be with me for some third-floor organizing, plus a bit of mopping and polishing in the front hall. It's been a bit, and if scuff marks start showing up anywhere, it could look bad for master Harret."
Grinning, Clara remarked "I don't think his guests are looking at the floor, Bev."
Beverly smiled wider, but didn't stop to comment. Glancing at her eldest maid before looking over at her most junior, she finished off with a happy-go-lucky "Court, you're with Kimmy, today. Be nice, alright?"
Courtney's tone was utterly monotone. "I'm always nice, however could you mean?"
Beverly grinned. "I need you two to wash the sheets in some of the guest bedrooms on the second floor, and while the machines are running, I want you to take a look around the entertainment room master Harret keeps there, as well as the library. Anything you think needs some fixing up, go for it."
"Got it," Kimmy chirped.
"I'll keep an eye on the little one," Courtney remarked, striking just the right chord between disdain and indifference. Kimmy was still trying to puzzle out how she had meant the comment when the older woman was leaning over into the opening, peeking around. While the others were still breaking off into pairings, Courtney spotted Kimmy from over her shoulder, promptly beckoning the greenhorn over with a curl of her finger. "Over here, my dear, let's get you cleaned up," Courtney simply stated, putting the onus to move straight onto Kimmy.
The trap pulled a bit of a begrudging face, the corners of her mouth pursing as she shut off her shower. Had Courtney meant that as a demand, or a suggestion? Kimmy still couldn't tell, but there she was, obeying, weaving her way around a couple others on her way to join the Brit on her own home turf. Courtney, sweeping her long, wet hair back until she could clear her forehead, turned to face Kimmy once she was close enough, taking a step back in an obvious invitation to get closer to her under the stream.
"So," she remarked in that airy tone of her's, voice muddled against the backdrop of showers and chatter, "we finally get to work together. I must say, darling, I have high expectations of you." Raising her eyebrows, the older t-girl added, in a queerly friendly manner one might add, "I've been watching you since you first came through the doors of this manor. Another addition to the team was always welcome, provided the new maid was a hard worker. Beverly says you are, and master Harret has had high hopes for you, all week. I hope you can show me what they see, as well."
Kimmy had trouble meeting Courtney's eyes, and not from the constant embarrassment that had plagued the earlier days in the week, either. "Well, no pressure, heh heh," she quipped, chuckle fairly overtly uncomfortable.
Hitomi looked over from her spot by Shelly, already enduring a somewhat aggressive body wash rubdown from her chiselled partner, standing still and putting up with it with a big ol' smile on her face. Raising an eyebrow, she whined "Aww, Courtney, stop trying to scare her!" Raising her eyebrows, she turned her eyes to Kimmy, almost subconsciously lifting her arms as Shelly leaned over her and rubbed further around her. "Don't worry about her, Kimmy, I think she does that to everyone. She did it to me, anyway."
Courtney gave a quick little sigh, looking off at nothing special, speaking to nobody in particular. "Must I always wear kid gloves?"
"It's not about kid gloves," Aisha quietly commented, "it's about not spooking everyone with a holier-than-thou attitude."
Courtney just huffed a "Hmph," dismissively looking away from the rest. Kimmy watched her for a second, instinctively cluing in to the best way to impress someone like Courtney: instead of fighting, simply appease their pride. Smile going from jittery to confident, she turned her tone more supplicating as she said "Well, uh, I'll do my best. I'm sure we'll get a lot of work done, between the two of us."
Courtney looked back down and met her eyes, a restrained smile reappearing on her face. "Glad to hear it," she said, that almost friendly tone returning. Beckoning Kimmy even closer with another curl of her finger, she raised her eyebrows and asserted "Come under the water more, darling, you're barely getting hit. Have you used conditioner or body wash, yet? Use mine, it's a premium salon brand. I'll use my loofah on you, as well - exfoliation is part and parcel on the road to beauty, after all."
Kimmy murmured her assent, stepping a little deeper into the haughty beauty's domain. She knew from plenty of personal experience that the only way to avoid a fight with an autocrat was simply to massage their ego, and once things started playing out the way they wanted to, once they felt reassured they were in charge, things typically became much easier to handle. Berri was proof enough that butting heads with Courtney went nowhere, and Kimmy would've much preferred to make a friend out of the woman, anyway. Better to look forward to every day than dreading certain shifts. Plus, there was the added benefit that getting someone like Courtney on one's side typically brought out the best in them, the bigheartedness they always seemed to be trying so hard to conceal. It was actually cute, in a way.
On top of all that, it was certainly easier to submit herself to somebody else's direction when they were so drop-dead gorgeous. Sure, Courtney was probably old enough to be Kimmy's mother, but that did nothing to ease the girly-boy's loins. Hell, if anything, it only brought her frustrated libido to a boil, thrusting this new opportunity upon her. Think about it, Kimmy...You're working with a milf, and not just any milf, either, but a curvaceous, beautiful, shemale milf, still sporting such a raging hard-on, her pussy-pleaser couldn't help but poke and slap Kimmy as the two moved about, so close together. Lord have mercy, this despot was definitely packing. Upset the queen, earn a taste of the royal sceptre.
Looking her up and down, Kimmy just couldn't help but start blushing like a cherry. Bad enough today's game involved this mysterious "Mommy Mouth" toy, but now, she'd have her own personal mommy to look after her all day long, too. She could...She could go along with that...Maybe. Getting pampered and disciplined by a beauty like this?...There were worse things that could happen...
Like most of the other maids, Courtney was taller than Kimmy, standing nearly a full head higher than the girly-boy. A voluptuous woman to rival even the curviest members of the team, her hair was long, thick, straight and satiny, spilling down around her shoulders in a lustrous platinum blonde. Her skin, a creamy ivory, looked as smooth and touchable as silk, and even included a waxed bikini line to ensure her raging bits were always as much of a feminine feast for the eyes as possible. Kimmy wasn't always the best judge of age, but Courtney must have been in her early, maybe even late, forties, but if so, she certainly didn't look it besides the faded colour in her hair.
Her skin, her complexion, was all still as tight and comely as a woman half her age, and her figure was no worse off. Either it was good genes at work, a health-conscious lifestyle, or both, but whatever the case, Courtney could've been the very definition of a mature beauty. Her high cheekbones called one's eyes to her own dark green pair, but falling from those led to her perfect nose and full, pouty lips, looking so thoroughly kissable, Kimmy's sensitive body just about shivered in anticipation. The Brit's slender shoulders led down to a heaving bust fit to give any of the other girls a run for their money, each full, perky globe a shirt-stretching cup size, either one easily the size of two cupping hands. To top it all off, either one was capped with a nice, big areola, perfect for someone to nuzzle as they wrapped their lips around her cherry-sized nipples.
A narrow waist flared back out to a wide pair of hips, leading down further to some thick thighs and long legs. Best of all, Kimmy knew from experience those hips swept around to a thong-devouring ass - really, as far as Kimmy was concerned, Courtney's figure was like a porn star too good to quit the game, beautiful beyond her years...And she knew it. To look at her, you'd never think she was packing such a long trouser snake, not to mention those meaty balls of her's, hanging heavy as they bloated her big pouch. Roiling and churning with the milf's messy reservoirs, which Kimmy had the pleasure of saying were sizeable and a bit of a chore to wipe up, the two oversized eggs filled out her beanbag to a nice, palm-filling wonder, sure to put a nice, round bulge in anything she wore.
That cock, though...Unlike Kimmy's, Courtney's was circumcised, putting that fat, slightly tapered tip on constant display, and, well...When you had something like that capping off a girthy piece of meat easily a tummy-stirring eight inches, Kimmy couldn't help but fixate. Courtney wasn't the biggest gal around the mansion, but damn, she was hot stuff: that shaft only had one or two long veins running across it from root to tip, and with a prick as thick as that, Courtney better get generous with the lube, because any chimney she checks out is gonna get a serious sweeping. Now that Kimmy had Shelly for a point of reference and actually knew what real sex was like, she shuddered to think of how badly Courtney would stretch her out, if they ever took a roll in the hay.
Unlike some of the other partners she had had, Courtney was happy to share her space with Kimmy, but she didn't automatically try to give her a rubdown for fun, nor did she invite Kimmy to touch her. Still, even with the shower limited to giving each other a show, Kimmy couldn't help but stay rock-hard, even well after Courtney had finally begun to flag. To Kimmy's relief, Courtney wasn't as quiet as Clara had been, although much of the talk seemed to revolve around thinly-veiled warnings over work ethic, something Kimmy was quick to understand meant a surprisingly great deal to the older maid. Why had nobody warned her Courtney was so die-hard?...
"...In case nobody's tried warning you yet," Courtney remarked at one point, arms lifted up as she ran her hands across the back of her head and through her hair, "I'm a strict partner. My default is tireless work, and nothing riles me up quite like a layabout coworker. In my opinion, if you aren't going to take pride in your work and get it done as thoroughly as possible, then why even waste your employer's time? Why waste your own? Why bother taking the job, especially in this line of work? This isn't the sort of work someone takes on if all they care about is a paycheck. This is the sort of career someone undergoes when they want to get a job done well. Wouldn't you agree, darling?"
Kimmy actually didn't have to bullshit the woman, there. Shrugging with her eyebrows, absentmindedly rinsing off the body wash she had spread between her legs, she remarked "Yeah, actually. This is hard work, you really have to throw yourself at it, sometimes. I'm not gonna lie, the money was a huge draw, but if all I cared about was a quick shift and a pocketful of cash, I would've looked for something with a little less manual labour."
"Exactly," Courtney sniffed. "I'm glad we're of one mind, on that. I just wanted to make it crystal clear before we started that I'm not as laidback a partner as you might be used to, by now. Some of the other girls will just trust that the work will resolve itself in time for dinner, but I like to get it done early and have a few minutes to myself, after. I take my line of work quite seriously, and I'd like to be as proud to show master Harret my work, today, as I would be any other day."
"I understand," Kimmy answered. Funny, talking to Courtney felt a lot more like talking to a boss at work than it ever had with Beverly or Harret.
Courtney took a minute to rinse off some clay soap from her face, then sighed "I suggest we see to washing some sheets first, and the quicker, the better. They take thirty to forty minutes to wash, depending on the size of the load, and another hour to dry, assuming you haven't overloaded the dryer and it needs another cycle. While that's happening, I suggest we tend to the library, first. It has a simpler layout, easier to sweep and vacuum than most of the other rooms in House Venus. Of course, I expect we'll also be polishing down the bookcases, dusting the windows, and delicately wiping down the cognac bottles master Harret keeps there, but once that's done, we're all free and clear for the entertainment room."
"I won't let you down," the trap reassured yet again, struggling to sound earnest.
"I'm sure you won't, darling," the older woman murmured, suddenly sounding a bit more placid. Kimmy looked up as Courtney turned away from the stream, facing her a little more. Looking down at her with a smile, it almost sounded like she were holding back a laugh, for a second, as she said "I do realize it's still only your first week, and I sincerely don't mean to be aggressive with you. It's merely best to go into the day with a plan, so as to avoid wasting time. After all, time is money, even for a maid. Considering this is your, what, sixth day here?...Sunday was only a half day for you, but I suppose we can still count it. After six days, I want to think you've gotten a handle on a regular day's routines and schedules, so I'm sure a little extra structure to the approach doesn't intimidate you."
"Nope, not at all," Kimmy chirped, putting on a smile. Courtney didn't seem so bad, ignoring her "my way or the highway" approach to this new partnership they found themselves in. Still, Kimmy had always known going into this that Courtney probably would've been high maintenance, just based off of how proud she seemed to be. People like her always had a good side, though, it was just a matter of being patient and bringing it out. No tall order, honestly - if there was anything that made it easier to suck up, it was good looks. The idea of getting a stacked and packed milf like this in her corner was positively yummy to Kimmy, more than enough to make a Yes Man out of her.
"Perfection," Courtney nearly purred, holding back another chortle. Without warning, she was suddenly stepping even closer with a widening smile on her face, languidly reaching up towards Kimmy's head with both hands. Naturally, Kimmy didn't even think to shirk away, keeping perfectly still until Courtney's free hand started holding the side of her neck. Barely suppressing a body-shaking shiver at the unexpected stimulation, Kimmy's eyes darted to the side and spied Courtney's creamy gray bar of soap, mouth left ajar in curiosity. "Keep still," Courtney lightly instructed, stepping even closer. "This clay soap does wonders for your complexion. As far as simple, everyday moisturizers go, I haven't found one better. Just let it sit, for a minute."
Kimmy's eyes flickered shut as the older woman gently dabbed at her cheek with one corner of the bar, her arms hanging loose at her sides before she opted to take her hips as she waited. At least with her eyes closed, Kimmy didn't have to stare at the big bust just about shifting around against her chest from their proximity, but that didn't tune out the warm, slippery sensation, let alone the uncontrollable reaction to said slips n' slides. "I'm just about ready to step out," Courtney remarked. "After you rinse off, come and join me at the mirror. I have some of the finest skin creams and moisturizers money can buy, and I thought you might like to try them. I don't look as good as I do, at my age, from neglecting myself. A body needs even more than good diet and regular exercise to look ageless, even more so for a woman."
"R-Right, I hear you," Kimmy mumbled, trying to will away the resurgence, down under.
"That means no bad habits," Courtney remarked, a little leadingly. "You don't smoke or drink, do you, Kimmy? Alcohol can be taken in small doses, preferably just a single glass with some nice cheeses, but smoking - and I do mean any kind of smoking, but primarily tobacco, of course - is probably the single worst thing you could put inside your body. It ages you like nothing else."
"Nope, I don't really do either," Kimmy curtly admitted, raising her chin with a bit of a childish grimace as Courtney rubbed the soap down across her jaw.
"Good," Courtney purred, "that saves me some trouble. Master Harret and I share a want for every girl here to have as tight and healthy a body as possible, in fact, I've almost talked him into renovating one of his guest rooms for a private gym we maids could use, but tact is needed in such affairs. I had to try and break Aisha of her smoking habit, some time ago, and although I wasn't entirely successful, I'd much prefer she uses that little "vape" machine on the weekends than keep inhaling that vile poison, all the time. They call them "coffin nails" for a reason, you kn-"
It was quick, just a light prod, not at all unpleasant, but the both of them paused and fixated, all the same. Kimmy opened her eyes just as Courtney took a step back, looking down to eye what had poked her...And, lo and behold, it had been Kimmy's little red rocket, stiff as a board and blushing like a strawberry. Kimmy's face wasn't far behind when she looked down - Courtney was still sporting a nice, heavy hang of probably five inches, and with the two of them so close, Kimmy was bound to brush against her, sooner or later. Still, you'd think her cock would've tapped Courtney's thigh, or something, instead of brushing against her flaccid tool, but fate could be funny, sometimes.
The display didn't even get a flicker out of Courtney. With a surprisingly wide smile, she looked up to Kimmy's eyes, voice a teasing murmur as she uttered one simple remark: "Silly boy, do try to contain yourself."
Wait, what? Why was she back to being a boy, all of a sudden?! You can't just flip it around on her, again!
Kimmy's face went crimson in a flash. She wanted to dispute the teasing, but before she could bluster anything, Courtney was setting her bar of soap aside on one of the private little metal racks by her shower faucet, turning, and leaving in a slow sashay, running her hands back through her hair one last time in the process. With a sort of languid contentment, the woman announced "Come along, Kimmy, we have much to do and not much time to do it with."
Kimmy watched the woman's thick ass shift and sway with each motion, those wide hips of her's putting a mesmerizing switch in her step. The jelly-jiggling of those two thick halves just about making her stumble over her own tongue, Kimmy mumbled a passive "Y-Yes, ma'am..."
Kimmy had just enough time to get through the rest of the morning shower room ritual, even after all the time Courtney set aside to generously introduce Kimmy to some truly premium beauty products, before a certain something she had missed the day before came a-knockin'...Or, more accurately, ringing. She had barely slipped into her usual pink, ruffled lace panties, before...
Ring-ring-ring!...Ring-ring-ring!
Half the maids looked over in curiosity, but Kimmy was already making her way over, just about skipping her half-naked self past the other dressing t-girls. Beverly, of course, was already stepping closer to her bedside phone, reaching for it as she looked at Kimmy and innocently said "I thought we mentioned to him that it was better to call after breakfast?"
Keeping her voice down, healthily concerned Beverly might pick up the phone and let Travis hear her, she worriedly hissed "I didn't even get to talk to him, yesterday! Maybe he called early to catch me?"
Beverly smiled, raising her eyebrows at the idea. The chatter in the room steadily died down as Beverly picked up the phone, brought it to her ear, and in that cheery lilt of her's, asked "Hi there! This is Beverly, Head Maid to David Harret. How may I help you, this morning?" After a brief pause, Beverly looked at Kimmy, smiling wider as she said "Yes, he is! You know, we missed you, yesterday!"
Kimmy looked mortified. Beverly had never been much for teasing her about Travis - please, don't start now!
Beverly's mouth hung open in a grin as she paused and listened. Eventually, she dropped her chin with a big smile, looking off at nothing in particular. Hand on a hip, she reassuringly said "No, I understand. Honestly, we were having a pretty big day, yesterday, so you were bound to have trouble getting through no matter what time you called...I wouldn't worry about it too much, I'm sure he already had a lot on his mind. Just one second, he's right here. Bye-bye, now!"
Kimmy swallowed as soon as Beverly offered the receiver, quietly clearing her throat before bringing it to her ear. She wore her heart on her sleeve, an excited smile on her face contradicted by the level tone she maintained. "Hey, Travis? Glad you called, man."
"Hey, dude," he said, that voice of his like music to her ears. "Yeah, sorry I'm calling in the morning, again. I tried calling yesterday, but I couldn't get through to anyone, not even Beverly. Figured I'd try earlier, today."
"It's alright, no worries," Kimmy reassured. Raising her eyebrows, she sat down on the edge of Beverly's bed, explaining "Yesterday was a super busy day, I'm really not surprised you couldn't get through to anyone. Everyone here had their hands full."
Somewhere in the background, Clara snickered. Ever agreeable, Travis said "Sounds like it. It's funny, I had a really busy shift, yesterday, too. You got a minute?"
Kimmy glanced at Beverly. The beauty had resumed styling and primping her hair, but at the look, she glanced over, too, and tossed Kimmy a smile. Kimmy smiled back, but an uncomfortable grimace was quick to replace it. She wanted to talk to Travis so badly, but this really wasn't the best time to do it...A bit uncertainly, Kimmy groaned "Umm, a minute? Sure. I still kinda have to get dressed for my shift, but go ahead."
"Well, uh, I can call back later-"
Kimmy perked up. "No, it's alright! Go ahead, man."
He gave a quick chuckle. "Well, my shift was just dragging on and on. You know, one of those days where an eight hour shift feels like every waking moment of the day just going right down the drain? Well, there was one thing that came up. I'm still not completely sure how to handle it, to be honest."
"Shoot," Kimmy prodded.
"Well," he said, holding back another chuckle, "I was maybe halfway through my shift when, all of a sudden, this girl from the clothing department comes up to me. I think her name's Gwen? I guess she was done with her shift, or something, because she passes me this cookie and napkin, right? It was actually kind of cute, she told me not to say no, told me to just take it. Guess she was worried I'd turn it down, or something. But, yeah, she went out of her way to give me a little gift."
Kimmy pulled a bit of a face, half cringe and half concern. Funny, it had been ages since he had last brought up a girl...Hadn't Hitomi brought up this sort of thing, the other day? Still, Kimmy managed to keep her tone level as she remarked "That's kinda cute."
"Yeah, well, the napkin had her number on it," Travis chortled.
Kimmy's stomach sank so hard, her face went a bit pale. "Oh," she blurted out, voice almost a warble. Beverly subtly glanced over, quietly observing Kimmy's reaction. She opened her mouth to say something more, but nothing came out. Dead air filled the line, for a moment, before a cold sweat started breaking out across Kimmy's back. With a hard blink, she roamed her eyes across the wall opposite herself, trying her best to feign curiosity as she suggested "...And? What're you gonna do? You gonna call her?"
"No," he chuckled, "I'm not really all that interested. I mean, it was sweet and all, and she's cute enough, but I actually don't really know her. She's only been working at the store for a month or two, I think. I'm not even sure if Gwen's really her name. I might just be thinking of some other girl."
Relief flooded Kimmy like pure euphoria. She briefly closed her eyes as her posture sank, just about saying a silent prayer of thanks. Beverly started smiling again, turning her attention back to putting on her makeup and uniform. Kimmy did her best to hide her relief as she said "Well, you're probably better off, anyway. Dating someone you work with is just generally a bad idea. Better not to."
"Well, yeah, I know that," Travis remarked. "But, I've been single for a while, and she is pretty cute...I think we have the same kind of sense of humour. Might not hurt to just chat, a little. I dunno."
"There's cuter girls out there," Kimmy suggested, trying her best to sound innocent. Thighs sealed together, free hand holding a knee, she cracked a smile and more earnestly suggested "Hell, I work with a bunch. You can do better than some girl who has to bribe you with a cookie just to get you her number."
He had a quick laugh. "I don't think it was a bribe, exactly," he good-naturedly remarked. "Besides, I'm getting pretty horny, these days. It's been a bit since a girl just randomly came up to me and made a move. At this point, I'm almost worried I'm losing my touch."
Kimmy's eyes went wide like saucers. The blase, nonchalant way he dropped that particular bombshell had her mouth dropping open. She quickly glanced at Beverly, but looked away as her face started to go red. Heart abruptly thumping, her mind raced with half a dozen responses she could've tossed out, would've liked to toss out, chief among them "Horny, huh? Well, look no further!" Instead, she shifted her hand from her knee and slid it higher up her lap, stammering out "W-Well-"
Evidently, he couldn't tell he had rattled her, because he just went right on ahead and kept talking, casually suggesting "You think you're gonna need a ride home, after tomorrow? I could head on over and pick you up, if you want. It'd save you the buses, plus I could meet Beverly and all these other cute girls you work with, heh heh."
Kimmy's eyes went wide, all over again. Blood running cold, she had to fight back the "No!" that had almost vomited itself out of her. Absolutely not! The less he knows about her new job, the better! What if he met the other girls and figured them out?...What if he took a look around and wondered why she'd be the only butler in the mansion? "U-Um, no, that's alright, dude, don't worry about it. I don't mind taking the bus."
Pulling on her bikini bottom with a quiet snap of the waistband, Beverly raised her eyebrows, tilted her head to the side, and quietly looked over at Kimmy, wordlessly reminding her she had work to get ready for. Kimmy gave her a quick, flustered glance, listening as Travis asked "You sure? It's honestly no problem. Besides, I'm kinda curious about what a place that needs live-in maids, n' stuff, would even look like. We could grab a bite on our way home, or something. Hang out, a little."
"No, really, I'll be alright," Kimmy hurried to blurt out, pressing harder against her lap. What if Travis walked through those doors and found all the maids lined up there to greet him?...What if Kimmy stepped out and introduced herself? What if he didn't recognize her? What if he did? Face flushing darker, she nervously stammered "I, uh, I don't mind taking the bus. Honestly. I'm alright." With a quick clearing of her throat, she finished off with a sighed "Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry about it. Thanks, though!"
"Well, alright," Travis slowly, reluctantly, groaned. "If you say so."
"Listen, I'm sorry, I kinda have to-"
"Yeah, your shift. You gotta get ready. Alright, good chatting."
"Y-Yeah, uh. Catch you tomorrow?"
"Sure. See ya, man."
Kimmy's face was still a lingering shade of red as she reached over, quietly dropping the receiver back into the phone's cradle with a clack. Beverly clipped the straps to her heels, then looked over with a warm smile, innocently enough asking "Must've been an interesting call, huh? You're blushing, hon."
She was doing a little more than blushing. Not bothering to cover up her stiff dagger anymore, Kimmy stood up, stepped closer, leaned in, and dropped her voice to a whisper. Looking up into the tall Aryan's beautiful blue eyes, Kimmy only sounded more and more nervous as she breathed "Bev, some girl gave Travis her number, a-and he says he won't call her, but then he said he was hor..." The word caught in her throat, and she took a quick gulp to steady herself. "...Horny."
Berri, sitting on the edge of her bed, watched the two with curiosity plain on her face. "Well," she called out, "what'd he say?"
Beverly started beaming. Just as quietly, she asked "Oh, yeah?"
"What's up with all the whispering, over there," Shelly just about growled, grinning like a jackal.
Clara grinned to herself. "I spy with my little eye someone sporting a raging stiffy. Who could it be?"
Kimmy gave a vigorous nod, ignoring the crowd. Raising her eyebrows, she hissed "And then he started talking about picking me up, here, at the end of the week, a-and I just shut down! He told me he was getting horny like it was no big deal, it's like he wants me to make a move! He even said it's cute when girls make moves on him!"
Courtney, holding her hips, goaded Kimmy on with a playful "Well, don't keep us in suspense, my dear, what did you two talk about?"
Beverly raised her eyebrows, offering a curious hum. She gently booped Kimmy over the end of her nose with a fingertip, then winked at her. Smile splitting into a grin, she held back a giggle as she encouraged "Remember how sure you were that he wasn't interested? Well..." She finally giggled, nodded her head to the side, tossing in "Go get dressed, sweetie. You don't even have your hair styled, yet!"
Kimmy gave a rapid shake with her head. "No way, it, it still doesn't mean anything, I mean, we were talking about a girl-"
"Whatever you saaay," Beverly lilted in a sing-song voice, grinning even wider.
Kimmy's face flushed a fresh red hue before she turned to walk away. Unfortunately, coming face-to-face with Courtney, still waiting there for her, didn't help her get herself under control. Standing there with her hands to her hips, the posh Englishwoman was wearing nothing but a pair of high heels and a set of black mesh underwear, a sight that made Kimmy want to stop and cover her eyes before her aching cock had her doing something she'd regret. Not only did she have her makeup done and her long, platinum blonde hair done up in a rather fetching French braid about her head, but the milfy beauty's underwear was pretty much transparent, for fuck's sake!
Seeing those big, heavy jugs filling out a fishnet bra, on top of the delicious sight of that big bulge in the matching fishnet thong, and...Mmf. Hey, on a completely unrelated note, how long until she could rub one out?
With an almost mischievous little smile, Courtney beckoned Kimmy over with an increasingly familiar curl of her finger, dryly instructing "Come along, now, Kimmy. Let's get dressed for the day, shall we?"
Kimmy gave a nod, squeaking a passive "Okay!" Better do what mommy says, now, before she bends you over her knee...Or just generally bends you over, at all. When mommy wants to enact some discipline, she has a long yardstick to smack with, so watch out, boys and girls! Working a whole day with a woman like this?...How could Kimmy possibly stop herself from getting excited? She'd get to watch this classy bombshell work one out, for crying out loud! Multiple times! How hard would it frustrate her, ruining her own messy climax? How much did mommy secretly get off on the denial? How deliciously could she moan, four loads in? Kimmy shuddered. She needed to know.
In that same vein...Her head was definitely still spinning over that call with Travis. Had he meant something with that horniness remark, or hadn't he? Had he been trying to get her jealous by bringing up a girl, or hadn't he? Why had it felt like he were almost asking her out on a little date, there, at the end? Offering to pick her up was sweet, but...No, no, she couldn't risk it. Seeing how big House Venus is would be just as bad as telling him how big her paycheck is. He can't see her anywhere near a maid outfit...Although, the thought of showing him her uniform did have her feeling short of breath, truth be told. What if she...Kinda just went home with it on, and...Started cleaning around the apartment? What would he think, having his own personal maid?
Kimmy gave a hard shake with her head before she started dressing herself. God, it was gonna be a long day, wasn't it? Hard to imagine her first week was already almost over!
~~End of Ch. 11~~
Chapter 12: Friday - Ruined Orgasms Training
Chapter Text
Kimmy's Maid Training
Part III ‑ "Freedom"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: January 25, 2017
"...Right," Courtney huffed, raising a hand to point an expertly manicured fingernail at a few of the doors in the hall, "these six, here, are guest bedrooms. We'll split up and take the bed accessories from each, and I do mean all of them. Blankets, pillow cases, the sheets from the mattresses - everything but the headboards. If it can fit in a washing machine, we're taking it. Each room has a laundry hamper, so feel free to dump the lot in each one for an easier time carrying it downstairs. Better than trying to shove it all into one."
Kimmy raised her eyebrows a little, glancing up and over at the taller t-girl. "Right," she readily agreed.
Courtney looked over with a sudden smile, eyes half-closed as she added, in an almost playful tone, "Master Harret has enough guest rooms, here, to occupy an entire party without even taking part, himself, not to mention enough bedrooms to suit everyone with one too many martinis in their system, after. It usually doesn't come to that, thankfully. I have to wonder if he's ever tried avoiding one of his own parties."
Kimmy raised her chin to nod, then paused halfway, eyes suddenly narrowing as her lips puckered into a thoughtful little ring. Courtney turned and got in a few steps towards the nearest bedroom door, but then Kimmy was curiously commenting "You know, I've never actually asked anyone this before, but I'm really starting to get curious. Why do you and Bev call Harret "master?" Nobody else does it."
Courtney slowed to a stop by the door, hand resting on the brass knob as she turned to the side, only partly facing Kimmy. The smile gone from her face now, eyes still heavy-lidded, she quite simply explained "It's an honourific, there to show appreciation for the man and what he's done, what he continues to do. It's hardly a revolutionary concept, I'm surprised you even felt the need to ask." Lightly arching an eyebrow, Courtney turned the knob and gently pushed the door inwards, the corners of her mouth subtly dipping. "You might want to consider doing the same, yourself," she not-so-warmly suggested, "especially if you're thinking of doing like the rest and taking him up on his complementary enhancements offer. Quality is never cheap, darling."
Kimmy's mouth hung open, just a crack. She simply drew a complete blank on what to say, and Courtney didn't stick around to give her a chance to figure it out. Kimmy watched her turn and step into the bedroom before her lips gave a bit of a pursing, eyes drifting off at nothing in particular. Her stomach turned a little cold before a twinge of shame made her preen her hair and fuss with her uniform. A fair point, and well made. There was a lot more that had come with this position than just a paycheck, and clearly, someone with a mind to be nasty could've always tried to stir up legal trouble, over it. If not Brandy, then somebody else.
She supposed it made sense that the first and second maids in Harret's employ would feel grateful enough to him that they might do something like give him a title, but if Courtney thought that not using it meant the others were ungrateful, then she had another thing coming. Kimmy knew just from idle chatter with the others that everyone was thankful for this kind of position, and for all Courtney knew, nobody else even knew why the two of them used the title. It seemed crazy, but maybe Kimmy had been the first to bother asking, or...
Kimmy's brow suddenly sank. Hang on a second, had she just gotten told? Had Courtney just blown her ass out, right there?
Sheesh, it had only been a question. Way to make her feel like a twat. Kimmy pulled a bit of a face, making for her first bedroom. Y'know what, back it up; who said she wasn't grateful for her job, or everything Harret threw in alongside it? A week ago, she hadn't even had sex, before - at least, not outside of her wet dreams, anyway. A week ago, she had been a shut-in without a real friend to her name. A week ago, she had been a cripplingly shy, borderline stuttering, wannabe boy-toy, silently pining for her roommate and just sleepwalking through a life going nowhere, fast. A week ago, the idea of coming out of the closet had been terrifying, but now, she had gone so long without her daytime persona, gotten so used to the Kimmy she had always hid inside, that she...Didn't want to go back. This was who she was. She was tired of hiding it, of pretending to be something she wasn't...Too tired to fake it, anymore.
At one time, she had thought that maybe this job could be like a breath of fresh air, a dirty secret where she could be herself, but the end of the week loomed just ahead, vast and dark. Come Sunday, she either stopped all of this for a week, or she just kept going. She knew which one she wanted, by this point, but there was just one thing left for her to worry about. She didn't mean it in a meanspirited way when she thought of him like this, but as far as Kimmy felt, the only real obstacle remaining between her and just living Kimmy full-time was Travis, himself.
Interspersed throughout her alone time over the week, Kimmy had examined and re-examined what caused her so much fear and distress about being herself, and as she collected those bed sheets that morning, a realization eventually dawned on her: really, when you boiled it down, her fears were all related to Travis. Not the parents she hardly ever talked to, not the friends she didn't have, not the schooling she hadn't yet pursued. It was all related to the boy she wanted for a boyfriend...Or, at least something more than they were. Funny how that had turned out. Her biggest motivator for being herself had managed to become her biggest deterrent, too. Kimmy paused her work, heart slowly thumping harder and harder. Stepping off to the side with a silent sigh through her nose, she sightlessly looked out one of the bedroom windows, trying to better collect her thoughts.
Thinking back on all the concerns she had had over the week, her anxiety about getting more girly had always been related to how Travis would react, whether or not he'd accept her, whether or not he'd kick her out...Whether or not he felt the same way about her as she did for him, or was at least willing to find out. Had he ever wanted her, or no? Would he, if he saw the new Kimmy? Whatever the case, he was the one thing keeping her from being herself, upon finally leave House Venus for the week. It wasn't his fault. She was making him an obstacle, herself.
Kimmy's stomach tingled, uncontrollable nervousness coursing through her skin like an electric current until it flushed with heat. She raised a hand and idly covered her mouth, lightly holding her own chin as her eyes dipped, then moved back to her unfinished work. A halfhearted smile wound up flickering onto her face. He didn't have to be an obstacle - he could've been an opportunity, instead. A chance to find out. A chance to finally know. A chance for something better. All she had to do was try, and for the first time, she actually felt reassured that if he turned her down, it wouldn't be the end of the world.
She just had to try. She just had to make a move. Her heart beat harder and harder until a light sweat made her skin clammy. Her hands slowly clenched into fists at her sides until she wound up crossing her arms over her chest. Everyone wanted her to win, to be happy and get what she wanted, and all she had to do was take that step, herself. Travis was such a good friend...And although that meant a lot to her, she couldn't deny she wanted more any more than she could deny who she was. She...Needed to tell him how she felt. She gave a jittery sigh. It was time for it all to come out into the open, wasn't it?...Why had she ever been worried? He was too good a friend to kick her out over something like that. It would be a waste of what Harret and the other maids had done for her not to try for Travis. Even if he wasn't interested, at least it meant she could still be herself, at home. That'd have to be good enough.
Standing idle by the guest bed, Kimmy finally gave some hard blinks and snapped out of her thoughts, uncrossing her arms. A wide smile slowly started spreading across her face as she started finishing up, pulling the blankets into one of the classy wicker baskets she had by the foot of the bedframe. She failed to even flinch when Courtney's voice abruptly came from the doorway, not all that far behind her. "My dear, you aren't finished, yet? What, are you taking your time?"
Kimmy gave a cheery shake of her head, smile jumping from ear to ear. "Nope! I'm sorry, I guess I got a little distracted, for a minute there."
"Well, hurry it up," Courtney instructed, sounding like she were trying to be rather generously patient. "I'm ready to move it along, and I'd like to get to the laundry room before miss Berri decides to spread out the dorm's sheets to every single washer, just to keep me waiting an extra half hour. Wouldn't be the first time she'd pulled that little "prank," and I do use that juvenile term loosely."
Kimmy was quiet for several moments, back turned to Courtney all the while as she finished pulling off the bed's sheets, then the pillow cases. Stuffing it all inside a second hamper, she hefted the two of them up under her arms, then turned back around to face Courtney with a smile so big, the Brit almost looked put off. Kimmy, almost twisting her shoulders around like a little girl, offered a warm, if sudden, "Thanks, Court."
Courtney shifted her head back, a touch. A brief frown crossed her before she was raising her eyebrows. "Erm...I'm not sure what I did, my dear, but you're very welcome?"
Smile splitting into a grin, Kimmy gave a little giggle, warmly explaining "I just think you helped me finally make up my mind, about something. That's all."
Smiling herself, now, Courtney followed Kimmy out through the doorway. Shutting the door behind herself, she lifted up her own pair of wicker hampers from a spot across the doorway, airily asking "Well, don't leave me guessing! How and what, pray tell, did I help you decide upon, my dear?"
Kimmy flashed her a mischievous glance. "You'll find out tomorrow! Not a minute earlier!"
Courtney huffed a chuckle. "What is this, a game, to you?"
Kimmy just giggled. As long as nothing changed her mind between then and the end of Saturday, she could hold on to this courage and make a change for the better. She'd have to see where she wound up, twenty-four hours from then.
Contrary to Courtney's perhaps unfair remarks, no mischief from Berri awaited them in the laundry room. As the two of them tossed their sheets and assorted "bed accessories," as Courtney called them, into a few of the dozen or so laundry machines Harret had in his own personal laundry room, Kimmy took the opportunity to ogle her haughty coworker a little bit, and certainly not for the first time that morning, either. God, she really was a looker...Kimmy could only hope she looked half as good, when she was Court's age. Wasn't often she had found porn of a milfy beauty, at least not a t-girl one, anyway. Wasn't for lack of trying, either - there just didn't seem to be much of it out there. It did a libido good, knowing girls like Courtney were out and about.
Besides her looks, however, perhaps the most striking thing about Courtney was the way she carried herself. When she walked the halls of the mansion, she looked one step removed from a CEO striding through the halls of her own corporate giant, all confidence and power, permanently looking down her nose at everything just that little bit. The way she spoke, that pride she held even as she strutted about and daintily flicked a feather duster across the furniture, had Kimmy more than a little curious about how somebody like Courtney could find herself performing such menial labour for anybody at all, even a wealthy businessman like Harret.
Was it the money that had drawn Court? Was it the promise of sex that had kept her around? Back when she had joined, the only other maid would've been Beverly. Must've been pretty quiet work, even if they had just played all of the sex games exclusively with each other, assuming the games were even going on, that far back. Whatever the case, there was one thing Kimmy was reasonably sure of: Courtney must have already been a t-girl before coming to House Venus. She couldn't imagine anybody looking that good, if they had tried transitioning so late in life.
Of course, Kimmy could've just asked Courtney any of these questions on her mind, gotten her assumptions clarified, but something told her the older beauty would've just told her to focus on her work and save the chitchat for later. Still...That professional decorum she maintained, that cool, collected veneer...She took her work just a little too seriously for Kimmy to believe maid life at House Venus was her only life. She was too rigid in her approach, too ambitious in her perfectionism. She didn't seem to be after Beverly's position, so what gives? What could a woman like Courtney get up to, outside these walls?...
She wasn't quite the tallest maid in the team, that honour still went to Beverly the Amazon, but she was still a good bit taller than Kimmy and, with those heels of her's, she was easily hovering around Shelly's height. The fashionable way she tied her French braid about her head kept her long, thick hair off of her shoulders and kept that beautiful neck of her's on display, securing her locks so they wouldn't get in the way while she worked. Like her cup size, Courtney's makeup was a lot like Aisha's, if a bit more muted: like that soft-spoken Nubian, the Brit typically wore cold colours, with today's eyeshadow an understated application of a dark purple shade.
Unlike some of the other girls in Harret's employ, Courtney skipped the eyeliner, but kept a bit of mascara to make those eyelashes of her's all the more noticeable. Her lipstick matched her eyeshadow, of course, making those pouty, oh-so-kissable lips an almost matte purple, sure to leave smudges wherever they touched. Sexy! Of course, on the other hand, Courtney's uniform still managed to be a surprise, for Kimmy. She hadn't really paid all that much attention before, what with being too distracted learning the ropes alongside a particular day's partner, but she had managed to notice how Courtney's uniform didn't really show off all that much skin.
Now that she was seeing it up-close for the first time, it was honestly a bit of an eyebrow-raiser how conservative Courtney's uniform actually was, as if it were but a modesty cloak to hide away that naughty set of mesh underwear she had on, underneath. If there were any maid working at House Venus who looked like a real caretaker one might find working for old money, it'd be the sophisticated beauty. Her black dress, while form-fitting, didn't actually show off any cleavage, a definite stand-out when compared to, say, Beverly's bikini and miniskirt combo. The dress, a soft, black velveteen, hugged to her curves well enough to show off her ample bust and curvy hips, but reached down more than halfway across her thick thighs, damn near approaching her knees.
At the very least, Courtney wasn't in any danger of giving someone a panty shot, although if anything, Kimmy only found the denial frustrating. How many times had she followed her partner up the long flights of stairs in the mansion, purely to get a peek at a pantied rump with a nice bulge poking out, underneath? Wasn't gonna happen today, sadly, but Kimmy was sure she'd get plenty of other opportunities to mentally undress Courtney. Besides the black, oh-so-soft dress, much of Courtney's uniform had a white or silver colour scheme to it, a motif choice that worked with her platinum blonde hair, accentuating the beauty of it. In a way, Courtney working with her own age, rather than trying to downplay it, almost made Kimmy feel even younger, by comparison. Certainly didn't discourage the way she clung to the "mommy" fantasy, if nothing else.
The Brit had tied on a plain white, lace-trimmed apron to cover herself from her chest down to her lap, and around her neck, she had tied a silk ribbon into a bow over towards her left side, the choker covered over in thin, gleaming silver filigree, ethereal designs that delicately caught the light as she moved about. A surprisingly elegant choice, Kimmy thought, and certainly a beautiful one, furthermore. Like some of the other maids, Courtney's dress had short, puffy black sleeves, yet Courtney had modified her's to be more functional: from her shoulders down to her wrists, Courtney's arms were covered in silk-thin sleeves of white lace, decorated all the way down her arms with curling, wavy filigree, partially transparent to offer glimpses at her smooth skin. To help keep her attached sleeves smoothed out, a single subtle loop of fabric was hooked over her middle fingers, almost like little rings. Lovely!
The lingerie-like additions were definitely sexy, but still modest enough that Kimmy could imagine Courtney serving drinks at a cocktail party without making wives elbow their husbands. Courtney's stockings matched her princessly sleeves, of course - the tight, lacy stockings were an understated white, covered over in curling, translucent designs tantalizingly hinting at her gorgeous legs, not to mention tiny speckles of silver that gleamed like glitter. Sadly, the stockings went high enough that they disappeared under her skirt, barring Kimmy from the collar-tugging sight of garter belt straps clipping to those beautiful accessories...But, as a consolation prize, she got to see the bows Courtney had tied around her ankles, matching smaller versions of the one she had about her throat.
Either silk bow, a slightly off-white with silver filigree coursing through them, was tied over the backs of her ankles, acting as equilibrium to balance out the bow higher up in her outfit. On her feet, Courtney wore a most eye-catching pair of heels: unlike just about everyone else working at House Venus, Courtney's fashionable strap heels weren't, in fact, solid black. To round out the bottom of her outfit, her heels twisted the colour scheme of her sleeves and stockings, instead having a pure white body with black filigree coursing along them, thickly tracing through them with dots and waves.
Capping off the toes of either heel was a stylish tri-pointed steel section, and to take it a step further, the actual prongs of the heels, themselves, were solid steel, both polished to a mirror finish. Beautiful, and almost a little intimidating - ironically, Kimmy could more easily see a girl like Berri wearing heels like that, although she wisely refrained from letting Courtney in on that little thought. She probably would've just taken it as an insult, honestly. Toss in those long, perfectly manicured, ivory-painted fingernails and one or two low-key rings on her fingers, and...Mmf. All in all? Chic. Modest, but eye-catching with some flair; that's how Kimmy would describe the beauty's uniform. She was as classy an act as a maid could get.
She didn't show off nearly as much skin as, say, Clara or Shelly, but she didn't have to. Mommy was above such silly frivolity. She was a woman with a task to do, not to mention a time limit to get it done in. Baring her cleavage didn't serve to help that. The velvet and silk felt good enough on her creamy skin, and should she ever feel randy, she could always just slip out of that uniform and give her toy a look at her fishnet underwear. That was good enough.
Thankfully, Kimmy's ogling went unnoticed, or at the very least, Courtney didn't call her out on mentally undressing her...This time, at least. Of course, once the washers were running, Courtney turned to Kimmy and announced something that had the girly-boy's tummy tingling. Smiling surprisingly warmly, her eyes went a little heavy-lidded as they fell on the greenhorn. Lightly crossing her arms beneath her bust, Courtney drew in a little breath, then pleasantly sighed out "Well then, I suppose that constitutes our first major chore of the day. Why don't we pay a visit to the Mommy Mouth and get our first rounds in? Depending on how much edging we do, the washers might even be done by the time we are."
Kimmy needed a second, but then she broke out into a grin and a giggle. "Okay," she giddily chirped, "sounds good to me! Lead the way! I'm so backed up, I can practically taste it!"
Courtney smiled a little wider, beckoning for Kimmy to follow as she stepped past her side. The younger maid dutifully followed after her, listening and snickering to Courtney's near-muttered remarks about how the Mommy Mouth had better not already be occupied by someone, or splattered with a "missed" shot. Kimmy didn't quite yet know what she could've meant by that, but all the same, adrenaline slowly laced itself through her veins as the anticipation mounted. Courtney led Kimmy back out into the grand front hall, then guided her over towards the left side of the staircase leading up to the second floor.
Tucked away into a little corner of the room, opposite a vase displayed on a marble pedestal, there stood perhaps the most lascivious sex toy inside House Venus, and that was no low bar to top. The Training Chairs were a pretty grand set-up, but this...This was a toy no amount of hand-waving could explain away. Perhaps it was a wise choice, virtually hiding this thing away in a nook.
Courtney kept approaching the oversized sex toy, but Kimmy couldn't help stumbling to a stop, eyebrows rising high as her mouth fell open. Holy crap, was that the Mommy Mouth? Good lord! That thing must have cost thousands of dollars! Guaranteed, you weren't gonna find that sort of thing in ye olde everyday sex shop - had Harret gotten that thing custom-made, somewhere? When Kimmy had first heard of the Daddy Dick, she had imagined something elaborate, like an imitation man's torso and crotch that the maids all would've had to take a turn riding. She hadn't quite hit the mark, but the assumption was pretty prescient, in hindsight: the Mommy Mouth was more like what she had had in mind.
The most innocuous part of the oversized, overly elaborate toy, the only innocuous part for that matter, was the base, understandably enough. Set in a neat, pre-swept and tidied corner, the base of the toy was a sleek, simple box, coloured a glossy pink and about two feet wide, two feet tall. With the corners rounded over, the cube made for a less sharp design, making it feel more stylish, less clinical. Of course, raising one's eyes from the base would just have them widening, perhaps with some aghast muttering, to boot. Courtney had the advantage of having seen the Mommy Mouth who knew how many times before, but even she couldn't help giving an excited smile as she walked over and took up post beside it, daintily waving her hands over at the toy in a show of theatrics.
Standing over the base of the toy was, to Kimmy's giddy shock and awe, a flesh-coloured, top-heavy replica of a woman, like a mannequin formed from the waist up...Complete with her head tilted back and her mouth open wide. She didn't look like plastic, either - she looked too soft to the touch to be plastic! Good God, even Ray Charles would take one look and blurt out "Well, how 'bout that!"
The corners of Kimmy's gaping mouth shot up in a big, open-mouth grin. One mommy wasn't enough, apparently - looked like she'd get to have two, today. The toy, fully proportional with a real woman's body, looked just like the real thing, with an imitation skin that looked so touchable, so caressable, Kimmy almost felt mesmerized. A wide pair of hips flared out from the top of the cube base, dipping back in to a decently thin waistline before her heaving bust made an hourglass of her figure, either beautiful globe looking big enough to fit a double-digit cup size, not to mention capped with a firm, pebble-sized nipple.
The fleshy, mannequin-like toy came complete with arms, hands locked to her hips in a proud, almost challenging pose, like she were game for the worst anyone could dish out. Hell, her fingernails were even painted scarlet, the harlot! Lifting her eyes from those firm, pink nipples, Kimmy's libido had her blood coursing southward, all the way until a lift helplessly grew upwards from her lap, pointing out the skirt of her uniform. The toy had a startlingly realistic face, but that might've been helped by the fact that her eyes were closed; mouth open wide until her puffy, crimson lips formed a suggestive ring, her face was lifted up towards the ceiling, rather lewdly painting a picture of somebody looming over her.
Her long, curly black hair spilled down behind her clear to the small of her back, creating a satiny ebony waterfall Kimmy just wanted to run her fingers through...Rather delightfully matching the tufts of imitation pubic hair dashed across her only partly-formed crotch, Kimmy might've added. The carpet matched mommy's drapes...Just the thought had her shivering. Even better, the entire toy was low enough to the floor that even Kimmy could stand over her, as if the woman were kneeling and patiently waiting. The intended use couldn't have been more plain if a sign reading "Miss Gargles" were around her neck.
With a wide smile, Courtney hummed "This, darling, is the Mommy Mouth. A better name than, ugh...Spunk Guzzler, wouldn't you agree? That particular title was Clara's idea. She can be so gauche, sometimes...Well, when she sees the need to speak up beyond sniggering at Berri's remarks, that is. Beverly did right, shooting it down."
"That thing must have cost a fortune," Kimmy breathed, hurriedly walking closer, desperately containing her excitement.
"I would imagine," Courtney slowly, matter-of-factly agreed. "I would recommend becoming well-acquainted with this particular lady, Kimmy. We'll be visiting her at least a few times, today, and every Friday you work at House Venus, you'll owe her a good bit of your time and energy. Treat her well, and she'll take good care of you." With a restrained little grin and a dignified chortle, Courtney tossed out "Best to play nice and make friends, now."
"Oh, for sure," Kimmy purred, flashing her partner a grin to dwarf her own. "I'd never be rude to someone being such a sweetheart!"
When Courtney raised a hand and pointed at Kimmy somewhere southern, the greenhorn couldn't help but give a quick glance downwards out of confusion. Tone quickening a hint, as if the two of them had places to be and people to see, Courtney just about sniffed before remarking "Well, I can see you don't need any time warming up, so what say we get this show on the road? Come along, darling, get into position." Turning to face the toy, Courtney pointed down at the floor beside herself, then started lifting up the hem of her uniform's skirt. "Right by me, right here," she insisted, smiling. Barely arching an eyebrow, she curiously tossed out "You didn't happen to bring any lubrication with you, did you?"
Kimmy gave a bit of a flustered chuckle as she walked a little closer, eagerly reaching up under her skirt. "N-No, I don't have any of my own, anywhere. Not at work, at least."
"Oh, it hardly matters," Courtney dismissed, amicably enough. "The first one's always the easiest, after all. Three or four in, that's when it begins to get difficult. I'll be sure to bring a couple things to help us out, by that point." Kimmy's pulse only quickened further as she watched the older beauty lift her dress all the way up to her stomach, exposing her exotic fishnet thong, the mesh of the basin stressing outwards as it comfortably wrapped itself snug around her at-ease bits. Keeping her dress up with the one hand, Courtney smiled wider and almost purred a chortle, slipping a thumbnail under her thong's waistband. Before she had pulled it down even an inch, however, she glanced down at Kimmy's bulge, one more time. Affecting a slightly babyish tone as if she were speaking to a pet, she cooed "Come, get a bit closer - I meant right by me, Kimmy. No sense taking turns, we'll simply do it together. I'll make sure you do it right."
Kimmy barely hesitated as the comment registered, but then she couldn't pull her panties down her thighs fast enough. Yeah...Mommy would make sure she milked herself, properly. Be still, her beating heart! She was so anxious to get started, she didn't even bother fixing her underwear, let alone slipping them off. Leaving them around her knees like a pair of ruffled shackles, she scurried even closer to Courtney's side, just about going hip-to-hip with the taller maid as they faced the imitation milf kneeling before them. Kimmy's eyes glazed as she lifted up her skirt with one hand, exposing her own little manhood, the foreskin-shrouded tip already starting to glisten with the first droplet or two of her own oozing lust. Even though she apparently wouldn't get to have a real orgasm, she just couldn't wait to cum. The animal part of her brain couldn't help but ignore the warning Beverly had given everyone: just because she got to shoot a load, it didn't mean she'd get any relief...
Looking down, her eyes and libido were slapped with the sight of that busty beauty, head tilted back, waiting with her mouth open wide...And the milky remains of a prior load still shimmering across her tongue, lazily easing down into a shockingly life-like throat. To say it was a sight Kimmy was unused to was an understatement. If anything, most of her fantasies would've involved the shoe being on the other foot, not that that'd be any big surprise to the other maids, by that point. To find herself in the more dominant position, even if she were just pantomiming it with this toy...It sent a shiver coursing through her body. Ohh, God, she'd get to jerk off her little cock into this beauty's mouth, then watch her swallow it all down...
As Kimmy drifted a hand over, lightly gripping her prick with a couple fingers, sliding them down her shaft until she could ease her foreskin back, her eyes idly drifted over, watching the way Courtney finally tugged her thong down, airing out her relaxed naughty bits until she could get the waistband under her balls, keeping it out of the way. The other maid barely looked eager, at all - she hardly even had a half-chub, going on! Still, with a pleasant little sigh through her nose, Courtney dutifully eased a hand around her manhood, just gently gripping it before nonchalantly rocking her fist back and forth, languidly beginning the effort to stroke herself into rigidity. Kimmy was the complete opposite. If anything, watching Courtney so lazily pump herself made her want to piston her fist so fast, it'd be a blur.
Courtney lightly arched an eyebrow as she looked over, eyes sultry and smouldering. "Now," she firmly said, "you understand how this works, don't you? Everyone ruins an orgasm by accident, at least a few times in their lives. I'm sure you've done this once or twice before, perhaps without even realizing it." Gently tilting her head to the side, momentarily glancing over at the toy positioned before them both, she cooed "Essentially, you stroke yourself just until you feel yourself crossing the threshold, right when you can feel the cum coming, and then you stop. You're putting in the bare minimum effort and stimulation to "pop your top," as it were, without actually feeling as much pleasure as you could. Simple enough, really. The trouble comes from finding the willpower to follow through."
"R-Right, I think I get the idea," Kimmy commented, offering a jittery chuckle as she tried, and failed, to tear her eyes away from Courtney's meat.
"Rest assured, I'll be watching to make sure you follow the rules," Courtney warned, an undeniably playful undercurrent floating in her tone.
Kimmy bit her lip for a second, trying to stifle the smile splitting itself across her face. "...Well, I'll be watching you right back," she bantered back, holding back a giggle.
Courtney actually glanced over, prompting Kimmy to finally pull her eyes northward. For a second, Courtney almost seemed surprised at the backtalk, but then she smiled from ear to ear, turning her gaze back over at the Mommy Mouth. Kimmy's heart thumped a little harder, and she couldn't help but bite her lip, again. Had she and Courtney just kind of flirted, there?...Gosh, she already felt short of breath. A couple seconds of silence stewed between them before, with a quick huff of a breath through her nose, Courtney somewhat quietly commented "Beverly had told me you'd come out of your shell, a bit. It's good to see you've come along so far, Kimmy. I suppose this job was just what you needed, after all. You should be proud, darling."
Kimmy didn't even think. Fist still gripping and sliding along her little horn, she mindlessly blurted out a breathless "Thanks, mommy."
Courtney looked back over in a hurry, eyebrows raised high. It didn't take Kimmy much longer to realize what she had let slip, eyes widening a touch as her hand faltered. She looked up and off at nothing in particular, face slowly turning red as Courtney gave an incredulous chortle. Only one eyebrow raised now, Courtney gave a smirking, open-mouth grin. With an exaggerated tone of disbelief, she uttered "What did you call me?"
Kimmy looked over. Her mouth fell open, but she couldn't hold back a squeaked syllable, a word aborted too late. The two of them just looked at each other for a second, hands immobile around their bits. Kimmy ultimately broke out into a giant, shit-eating grin, a nervous giggle positively bubbling out of her chest. Courtney dropped her eyebrow back down, mouth closing into a wide smile. Eyes easing half-closed, she resumed stroking. Voice dropping to a purr silky enough to put a shiver down Kimmy's spine, the older woman airily murmured "...Is that something you'd like, dear? A mommy to, what...Take care of you? To care for you, to...Pamper you?"
Kimmy didn't say anything, but the way she started pumping her hand, again, was all the answer Courtney needed. One corner of her smile rising higher for a moment, the mature Brit casually added "I'm flattered. You know, nothing stops you from thinking of whatever you'd like, during this." She barely shrugged with just the one shoulder, eyes briefly dipping to Kimmy's shifting arm. "You can think of me," she purred, audibly holding back a chuckle. Smile fully a smirk now, she looked back over at the Mommy Mouth, cooing "You can think of lots of things."
Kimmy dropped her eyes to Courtney's meat. Oh, Kimmy had flattered her, alright - that thing was stiff enough to stand, now. Kimmy quietly swallowed, looked back up to the side of Courtney's face, and just went ahead and followed her gut, asking "...S-So, does that mean I can call you "mommy," during this?"
Courtney smiled from ear to ear, all over again. Her fist sped up, a touch. "If that's what you want," she noncommitally remarked. "If you want a mommy to take charge of you-"
"I do, I really, really do," Kimmy breathed, eyes glazing, hand quickening.
Courtney's smile turned placid, if self-satisfied. A hint smugly, she slowly murmured "Then...I suppose you can call me "mommy," if you'd really like." Shooting Kimmy a glance out of the corners of her eyes, she dropped her voice to a playful whisper as she added "Just don't let the others hear, alright?"
Kimmy grinned, huffing a quick, breathless chuckle. Okay! It'll be their little secret! The greenhorn could barely get in another few moments of pumping before her older partner was giving a long, quiet sigh through her nose. Kimmy looked over with curiosity as Courtney let go of her ballooning meat, briefly checking on her braid with both hands before suddenly taking her meat back in hand, twisting her hips until she were facing Kimmy more than the Mommy Mouth. Kimmy could hardly glance downwards in surprise before Courtney was, almost sounding bored, asking "On second thought, I think I need some lube, after all. I'm not very used to doing it dry, these days...Why don't you spit on it?" One corner of her mouth rose in a subtle smirk. "Be a dear, help mommy out," she cooed, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
Kimmy gave a couple quick blinks in rapid succession, a light fluttering in her belly putting a flustered grin on her face. She didn't say anything. In a second, she was leaning over a little, lips puckering as she tried her best to take aim, an undeniably tricky proposition she was a little more used to than she'd care to admit. Hey, sometimes the urge would be too great, sometimes there wouldn't be any lube on hand - spit worked just as well, as long as she actually got it in her hand. Courtney watched with a growing smile as a long, syrupy tail of saliva slid from Kimmy's lips, spilling like warm nectar into Courtney's waiting hand, wisely cupped under the end of her shaft to catch the drizzle.
With a satisfied little groan, Courtney closed her fist around the end of her steadily stiffening manhood, and Kimmy just couldn't tear her eyes away as the posh milf gave a contented little grunt, lightly corkscrewing her fist to work the slippery shine further and further down her rod. Just as Courtney started to turn back towards the Mommy Mouth, quietly murmuring a thank-you in the process, Kimmy tore her eyes back up to the older woman's face, a grin splitting across her face. Somehow managing to keep her tone more steady than husky, she turned her hips, too, offering out her cock in the same kind of way, hand cupped and all. "Spit on mine, too? M-Mommy?"
Courtney glanced back over. Her smile slowly widened from ear to ear as she tossed a subtle glance downwards, a quiet, thoughtful hum catching in her throat. Fist still slipping across her man-meat, wet sounds quietly filling her lap from the effort, the older woman eventually groaned a faux-reluctant "...Oh, very well. But, only because you asked nicely." Kimmy grinned with excitement, but before she could get ahead of herself, Courtney was leaning in far, coming so close Kimmy went stock-still. Suddenly finding herself breathing in the Brit's perfume, she couldn't keep a shiver from coursing down her spine as the woman brought her mouth by Kimmy's ear, voice suddenly dropping to a husky whisper.
"I don't remember raising such a slutty boy-toy...You really need mommy's spit for lube? Fine, but I expect you to ruin a messy one, after. Show both your mommies how big your whore loads can be. Don't disappoint us, now."
Kimmy couldn't help but let her eyes go wide, breaths turning quick and shallow. Courtney didn't give her time to catch her breath before she was leaning back out just a little, staying almost within kissing distance as she dropped her chin. Kimmy watched the way the woman's lips puckered into a tight ring before a long, clear tail of saliva silently slid free, and as soon as Kimmy felt that warmth hit her pulsing dagger, she gave a shuddering groan. Courtney gave a bit of a contented smile, glancing at Kimmy's eyes before leaning back out, quietly sighing through her nose as she turned back to the task at hand. Kimmy didn't bother looking down. She just closed her hand back into a fist, eyelids flickering shut as she started sliding her grip back and forth.
Her jaw eased open, and a couple seconds later, a quiet, tense groan drifted out of her. Oh, God, she was really doing it. That warm, slippery sensation, working all across her sensitive skin...She was...She was actually lubing up with the curvy milf's spit. Just the thought sent a tense, uncomfortable pang through her taint, a pointed whine from her backed-up body, protesting the extra helping of torture. Kimmy bit her lip, brow gently furrowing in concentration as she resisted the urge to go into a burst of speed, keeping her motions relatively slow and steady. Don't rush it...Take your time, at least a little. Just close your eyes and let whatever you want fill your mind, watch the scenery as you go along for the ride...
Courtney soon fell as quiet as her short partner, leaving the only noises between them the sounds of their own breathing, steadily growing heavier and harder, and the moist, rhythmic slipping down in their respective laps, a sound that didn't do the former any favours. Of course, with saliva being the atrocious lubricant that it was, it didn't take very long for Courtney's all-natural lube to dry up, and she naturally progressed to proper pumping. Kimmy, on the other hand, spit into her hand once or twice, refreshing her slipperiness a couple more times before finally giving in. She still wasn't sure what she had expected going into this, but things wound up feeling fairly solitary, all things considered. Half the time, Kimmy had her eyes closed, imagining enough lurid scenarios between herself and a few choice individuals that she probably could've made Courtney blush just by mentioning she was involved.
The two didn't throw any more dirty talk each other's way, nor did they ever touch each other - the fraternization rule was still in effect for this game, it would seem. Side by side, the two just worked to get themselves off rather than make it a joint effort, too engrossed with their work to do much more than listen to each other's breathing and grunting, interspersed with the occasional moan or mumbled remark. Each time Courtney gave a little groan, each time she whispered an "Oh, God," Kimmy's fantasies would invariably rocket back to the woman standing right next to her, and eventually, Kimmy couldn't resist. Why bother fantasizing when Courtney was literally right there, churning her own butter? Why weren't they even looking at each other? Surely there was no harm in just looking, right? The greenhorn finally eased her eyes on over, subtly staring down below Courtney's waist.
God, she had a fat one...Kimmy couldn't help but bite her whole lip at the delicious sight, eyes freshly glazing over as she watched the older woman's fist tug across her impressive spear, firmly stroking from root to tip with a nice, tight grip. Seemed Court liked it a little thorough, a little aggressive...Even if she had to do it, herself. Kimmy's eyes briefly flickered up to Courtney's face, drinking in the way she relished the pleasure. Eyes closed, the woman's mouth was hanging open a crack, her breathing deep but not quite yet noisy. What was she thinking about, Kimmy wondered?...Who was it she fantasized about, when she got herself off? What did she fantasize about? Kimmy's eyelashes fluttered, her grip helplessly tightening as she escalated her pace. When the bottom of her fist couldn't help but make a few slapping sounds against her crotch, Courtney suddenly gave a quiet little groan, briefly hanging her head back. Oh, she liked hearing that, did she?...
Kimmy's face flushed a fresh shade of pink, but then her eyes were dropping to the milf's bust, watching the way her shaking arm couldn't help but send steady quakes through her dress' chest. What did that feel like, Kimmy wondered?...She couldn't even jerk off without jiggling her own tits. Did that feel good, or was it just something she had to put up with?...Did she even notice? Kimmy imagined it must've felt at least a little good, but...She looked back up to Courtney's face, trying to watch for a reaction before humming a moan. Courtney's chest sharply expanded as she took in a quick, quiet breath, but other than that, she made not a sound. Shame the two of them hadn't undressed, for this...Or, at the very least, that Courtney hadn't pulled out the girls. Really, it was just a shame Kimmy didn't have more eye-candy to fuel her efforts.
She gave a brief grin, then dropped her eyes back down to Courtney's funstick, widening her stance before she could drop a hand and start cupping her own roiling orbs. God, she couldn't take this, why were the two of them doing this so alone?...Sure, no fraternization, all that jazz; they could've jerked each other off, though. Where was the harm in that? Or, if it was too much to touch each other, they could've at least faced each other, while they did it. Maybe a little dirty talk, maybe...Give each other a little instruction on what to do? If Kimmy could order Courtney to jerk with one hand and finger herself with the other, well...
Just the thought had Kimmy closing her eyes and giving another moan, tenser, this time. So good...It had only been a day, but even the littlest bit of abstinence could make her teeth chatter. She felt so much more sensitive, it was almost twice as good as usual, to the point where every electric jolt along her nerves was enough to make her flex her bottom, unconsciously milking some phantom cock out of raw need. She tightened her grip just a little bit more, quickening her beats just a touch more, jaw clenching a hint as she struggled to maintain control in the face of the heightened sensation. She wasn't really used to how sensitive just a day of abstaining could make her, naturally. You kidding? She'd never go a whole day without cranking it at least once, especially if something had gotten her worked up. Who could expect her not to blow a load across her belly, two or three times a day?
Did today count as even more abstinence, considering she couldn't orgasm? Just the thought made her want to pout. Still, she understood the point of the game and she clung to the rule, but after an entire day of getting blue-balled...Every part of her whined, an intrinsic wail for her to spill her slop all over the place, to lighten the load and get the milk out. For a moment or two...Just a couple, Kimmy would swear it...Part of her was willing to break the rules, and when she gambled on what the reprimanding would be, she thought of the kind of disappointed look Beverly might give her. With a reluctant whine, Kimmy backed off from the disobedient line of thought, but just thinking of Beverly made it harder and harder not to drain her reservoirs.
Kimmy's breathing audibly hardened, and just the sound seemed to excite Courtney, in turn. Kimmy could almost smell Beverly's perfume, right then and there...Her brow furrowed, a hint, in an animal cross between frustration and desire. God, that blonde drove Kimmy crazy! It had been so unfair of her, stopping Blue Balls Day when the two of them could finally be alone! She couldn't stop herself from going back to that moment with Beverly in the bathroom, the evening before: her hands on Beverly's boobs, finally getting a feel for those beauties...The fiery kisses, rife with need on both sides...The ultimate denial in how she hadn't been able to grope the Aryan's big, fat cock, leaving her so mindlessly worked up that only Beverly's gentle guiding hand had kept the girly-boy from relentlessly milking herself, right then and there.
Beverly had been right, and Kimmy hated it. She had known the two of them would've broken the rules, right then and there. Kimmy would've let them, too. Big sis Bev couldn't, and it made Kimmy want to moan. She didn't want to wait until the off week! She needed her, now!
She held her breath for a second, then gave a low, tense groan, slowing her pumping in exchange for a couple gentle tugs and pulls at her balls. W-Wait, slow it down, girl...Not yet. Not just yet. Enjoy it while you can, enjoy what little you can. Pet your little friend as much as you can before ruining that nut and drizzling into mommy's mouth. Gotta play the game, right? Kimmy briefly closed her mouth to swallow, then let her mouth hang ajar, again.
She could almost feel it, now...Beverly, sidling up behind her, gently pressing herself against Kimmy until she could feel the tall blonde's cleavage against the back of her head, or...Shudder...Something more rigid, poking her from behind. Beverly would probably kiss and lick the side of her neck a little, then reach down until she could take over. Kimmy wouldn't know where to put her hands, at first...Maybe she'd let them hang at her sides, or reach back and hold Beverly's thighs, delicately running them back and forth. Beverly's soft hand would be bigger than Kimmy's, and she'd probably take such a firm, but tender, grip...Slowly working Kimmy up into a lather, lovingly milking that prick as long as possible before finally letting the thickness fly.
Kimmy gave a harsher groan, and a second later, Courtney did the same. The curvaceous maid did like Kimmy and spaced her feet to shoulder-width apart, but then she was leaning forward, planting her hand against the wall, and looming over the Mommy Mouth, eyes down and sightlessly watching the way she beat off over that pretty face. Just as Kimmy was thinking about how nice it was the two of them thus far hadn't gotten interrupted by any of the day's other pairings, Courtney was suddenly breathing out "Tell me when you're getting close, alright?...I'm there...I'll hold on, for you..."
Kimmy squeaked a little grunt. Oh, was it time? She didn't waste another moment picking up her pace, voice a husky stage whisper as she did her best not to grunt. "Okay, I...I'm getting close, get ready!"
Courtney briefly hung her head back as she gave a short, steamy exhale, a groan that didn't quite make it out of sheer satisfaction. "We'll do it together, honey," she murmured, voice throaty with anticipation.
Kimmy readily grunted her agreement, heels shuffling against the hardwood floor as she moved closer to the Mommy Mouth, signalling loud and clear she was ready to give the lusty babe beneath them a stiff drink or two. Courtney's voice became freer, every exhale turning into a satisfied moan, an exaltation of the ecstasy she could give herself. Kimmy, too, kept stoking the fire in her loins, raising the flame higher and higher, until suddenly...
The hand Courtney had against the wall clenched into a fist. She gave a quick little grunt, a tense, high-pitched warble, eyes briefly rolling around until she forced herself to focus. Kimmy wouldn't have even dreamt of tearing her eyes away, eyes locking on Courtney's efforts too fiercely to even cross. The panting milf suddenly bent her knees a little, dropping her hips just a bit in half a squat, bringing her cock over until she had just about stuck the tip into the kneeling toy's opened mouth. Maybe it was envy, maybe it was shock, but Kimmy's mouth fell open, too, as Courtney held her breath, then...Simply stopped stroking herself.
Kimmy's eyes widened. Court didn't even grip her blushing, drippy horn. All she did was press two fingertips down against the base of her shaft, seemingly purely to fight the hops and throbs in her cock before they could ruin her aim. There was about two whole seconds of tummy-tingling, toe-curling anticipation, a calm before the storm where even Kimmy held her breath, loins flaring with a sympathetic need. Then, the veins on Courtney's shaft bulged a little, her helmet almost seemed to swell that tad bit more, and milky white began sprinkling and dripping from the end of her rod, drizzling until a sudden flex in her meat sent a jet flying free, tossing a thick, sticky rope right against the roof of the kneeling toy's mouth. Mesmerized, Kimmy watched as the ivory ran towards the back of the toy's mouth, richer bits trickling more slowly. Oh, G-God, what a mouthful.
Courtney shut her eyes, briefly baring her teeth as she sucked in a breath between them. Was that agony, or ecstasy?...Ecstasy from the agony? Kimmy couldn't imagine, but it made her want to drool. Then, as her flow tapered off a few seconds later, Court started sighing, halfway through breaking into an intense enough shudder that she very nearly sent the last of her load dripping down the Mommy Mouth's chin. A little under her breath, she languorously remarked "Hooh...That was good, I needed that..."
Kimmy panted more urgently through her nose, sending her nostrils flaring. Fucking hell, that snooty babe could blow such a big load! Why were her loads so messy? Kimmy was envious, and she would've said as much, if Courtney called her out on it. The vitamins at House Venus had upped the size of her loads, too, sure, but...Christ, how would it feel to just suck Court off until she gave her an oral creampie? How would it feel to have all that, splashing across her teeth and tongue in warm waves, squirting against the roof of her mouth, pooling at the back of her throat?
Eyes starting to cross, Kimmy hurried closer to the Mommy Mouth, hissing "M-Move!"
"Don't forget," Court breathed, a warning she didn't bother finishing.
Kimmy had to grit her teeth. How could she possibly just stop, right at the edge? She needed it so bad! But...But, she had to! Fuck, fuck, the damn rules! Just take your hand off of it before you screw it all up! She just had to...Rrgh, stop!
Kimmy nearly squealed when she finally worked up the willpower to tear her hand off of her pulsating pleaser. All she could do was pant as the pleasure, the sharp, mind-blasting stimulation of an overdue climax, all at once vanished into a hazy background noise. All that was left was the lingering pangs of her efforts, a lingering heat in her needy naughty bits, but even that was enough to make her flex her bottom and start holding her breath. Barely holding her shaft between three fingers, she eased them down to her base, pulling back her foreskin while aiming for the kneeling toy's face.
She only had a couple seconds to register what was happening, but oh God, she could feel it coming so clearly, and without even rubbing at least the shaft, it almost seemed to be coming more slowly, too! Frustration and delight in equal measure churned her tummy. Why the fuck was she doing this, to herself?! It was intense, an intense failure, b-but...!
All at once, drips and drops started coursing from the eye of Kimmy's manhood, seed helplessly running like a leaky faucet, her spunk-nozzle flushed a needy crimson as it impotently let a load start flowing out like sap tapped from a tree. As soon as she felt that warm trickle start running out of her, Kimmy shuddered a long, hard groan, her entire body giving a quake.
"Mm, be careful, you don't want to miss," Courtney quietly purred, an overtly amused undercurrent drifting along the playful warning.
Kimmy was quick to look down, trying her best not to breathe a little ragged as she peered through dew. She turned her hips a little, taking the drizzle away from the corner of the toy's mouth, but the motion broke the concentration she had mustered up; a helpless flex passed through her groin, forcing her cock to hop...Which, naturally, forced her trickle to spurt into a stream, blasting a quick streamer past her sweet mommy's mouth. Kimmy's eyes widened, but the satisfaction far outweighed that pathetic little moment of concern.
Courtney gave a surprisingly subtle sigh of disappointment as that creamy lust just about hit one of the toy's closed eyes, sending clear semen and milky spunk alike trickling down the Mommy Mouth's cheek all the way to the side of her jaw. Kimmy watched herself, trying not to whimper all the while, mindlessly gazing at the way her trickles coated the toy's tongue like pearly syrup. It took so much longer to finish this way, and the longer it went on for, the more intense it seemed to get...Why was it so good for something so hard to do?! Finally, after what felt like a full minute, the waterworks finally came to a close. Kimmy couldn't even keep her eyes open, in the afterglow. Fuck, that had felt...Good...
By then, Kimmy was hanging her head, trying to grapple with the surreal sensation. Christ, why did it feel this way? It was like...Like she had tricked her own body. She was still horny, but she wasn't. She wanted to fuck and cum, but...She had just cum. She couldn't stop thinking about sex, but all of a sudden, she didn't feel such a pressing need to actually do it, anymore. This was torture! Kimmy gave a frustrated little groan, watching one last drop slowly collect over the slit of her tip. Was this what it was supposed to feel like?...Had she ruined her squirt, properly? She still wanted to feel good, still had screwing on the brain...But with her libido doused, there was no drive to actually get the deed done. Horny as a dog in heat, but no motivation to bury her bone, anywhere. For the love of God, she didn't need any more confusion in her sexuality, thank you very much!
"Well," Courtney quietly chastised, "you were doing well, up until the end. For a first try, that was quite good. If you hadn't missed any, I would've given you perfect marks."
Kimmy, trying to catch her breath, unhanded her little friend, confusingly even more rigid than usual, post-denial. Sluggishly reaching down, she clumsily tried tugging her panties back up her legs, mumbling "You're not gonna tell Bev, are you?..."
It took Courtney a moment, a second or two of consideration, but then she was murmuring "No, I don't suppose there's any reason to...As long as you clean up your mess. Promise me you'll try harder, next time?"
Kimmy shivered, face flushing strawberry red. Still in a mumble, she quietly agreed "Okay, mommy..."
Courtney hummed an amused chortle. "I'll get you some tissues, wait right here..."
If Kimmy thought ruining just the one orgasm was difficult enough, she'd be in for a rude awakening come the second and third, but all in good time. Once they had pulled their laundry from the washers and thrown them into the driers, Courtney bade Kimmy follow her, and the two stopped by the janitorial closet to pick up some choice cleaning products. While they were en route to the private library Harret kept, the two passed by the Mommy Mouth only to find it, ahem, occupied by Berri and Aisha, the two of them quietly grunting and hissing as they stood side-by-side. Kimmy's pace slowed, a smile spreading across her face as she leaned over to better watch the show, but when Courtney gave a call, Kimmy hurried after her. Oh, c'mon, Court! Where was the harm in making sure they played by the rules?
"...And, this is it," Courtney announced, stepping into the library. Setting down her heavy metal vacuum without so much as a sigh, she glanced over at Kimmy, remarking "I don't know if you've stepped into this part of the estate, before. Do try to be careful, alright? Some of these books are quite old, quite valuable, or both. And, do try not to get distracted, will you? We don't exactly have the time to slip out a novel and get in a bit of light reading."
Kimmy smiled, giving a subdued grunt as she set her vacuum down. "I've been in here before, Court, don't worry," she said, trying not to come across weary with the constant warnings. "I worked this room with Sheila, before. And, don't worry, I'm not about to read while I'm on the clock. I did have a question for you, though."
"Well, get started with the dusting while you talk, in that case," Courtney authoritatively instructed, already pulling a wet, antibacterial hand-towel from a plastic can full of the stuff.
Kimmy pulled a wet wipe from a can of her own, moving towards a nearby bookcase. The grand library they stood within, just one of several rooms making the collective, was packed to an almost claustrophobic degree with tall, wide bookcases, each of which looked like it must've cost a small fortune. With grand, ornate wooden frames, each made of a smooth mahogany and decoratively carved around the perimeter with wavy, watery curls, the soundproofed rooms came complete with small, circular tables set by each of the windows, which were then accompanied by tall circular stools and desk lamps for late-night reading. Kimmy preferred the set-up in one of the other rooms, which had a tall leather chair set by a footstool and a fireplace. Cozier, that. Still, this set-up could've been more to someone's liking.
With a smile that slowly turned a hint mischievous, a bit playful, Kimmy started wiping down the side of her first bookcase, clearing away the dust in preparation for a polishing. Even though she had a funny feeling the reaction might be a bit cold, all that did was slow her down, not stop her. "I, uh...I was just wondering. Maybe it's an obvious question, but...What's the deal with you and Berri?" Kimmy glanced over at Courtney, posture barely stiffening as she suddenly started working on a different bookcase, a few down from Kimmy's.
Smiling a bit more sincerely, Kimmy's tone nonetheless became a bit teasing as she added "She goes after Beverly more than you, but it's not Bev that gets the most worked up, over her. I haven't even been here for a week, but you and her keep butting heads. Has it always been that way?" With a little shrug, she more innocently mumbled "I guess it's not really any of my business, but I figured I'd ask."
Courtney's tone was a hint brusque, her eyes staying put on her work as she answered. "Of course Beverly doesn't let Berri get to her, she's a responsible leader," she almost dismissively asserted. "Maybe a little young, but that hardly matters in this particular case. She handles Berri the best way she can by not letting her bother her, and by occasionally putting her in her place like the brat she is. If everyone in House Venus is a family, then Berri's the spoiled one." Tone suddenly taking a derisive undercurrent, Courtney quietly added "Fancies herself a rebel, but what the hell is she rebelling against? Seen one, seen them all. She must think she's still in highschool."
Kimmy arched an eyebrow. "So, it's that simple," she asked. "You just think she's obnoxious?"
"It's more than that," Courtney muttered. Kimmy watched her open her mouth, then think better of it before another word got out. Giving it another few seconds, however, saw that changing, and Courtney started blurting out "It's not that simple. Her obnoxiousness takes the worst form possible: she has zero respect for anyone or anything, and sometimes I wonder if that even includes herself. She doesn't respect any kind of authority, always tries pushing buttons and testing boundaries just to see if she can get away with it - look at the way she speaks to Beverly, the way she speaks to me."
Kimmy raised her eyebrows a little, innocently commenting "She was like that with me, too, kinda. I don't think she really means it, at least not all the time. I think the bullshitting is just her way of getting along with people. I'd probably be worried if she didn't do it, at all."
"...In other words, she's obnoxious," Courtney muttered out, nearly curling her lip up.
Kimmy gave a bit of a castigated face. "Not like that," she remarked, without much conviction.
Courtney gave an irritated sigh, already moving on to the other side of the bookcase, deftly sliding her hand in between it and the bookcase next to it, cleaning into the narrow crevice between. "She's rude and she never pays anyone the proper respect they deserve, plus she fancies herself the class clown, to boot. She's irritating, especially when she gets sticky fingers and "forgets" to replace things she's tucked away. One time, I had to track down a stash of her's - she'd "misplaced" a third of everyone's makeup!"
Tone quickening with frustration, Courtney blurted out an extra "If I were Harret, I'd be spanking that rump red every single day until she learned to behave herself!" She gave an agitated huff, then went quiet for a couple seconds. She dropped her voice to a mutter before adding "Plus, she has atrocious work ethic. She takes such a laissez faire approach to her work, just doing it on her own time, all day long. Insufferable. Girl like her needs a stern hand to learn how to act appropriate."
Kimmy paused, lips puckering. Well, uh...That had been a little more than she had expected. It was definitely uncomfortable territory, and she almost didn't venture into it at all, but as she moved on to the other side of her bookcase, she cautiously asked "Well, uh...In that case, if you were Harret...Are you saying you'd fire her?"
It was a bit of a surprise, if a relief, to hear Courtney promptly take in a little breath before more calmly sighing out "No, of course not. Dismissal is a last resort." Courtney, eyes half-closed and still sticking to her work, sounded considerably more at-ease as she explained "Berri is an asset, as is any member of this team. Time and training have gone into her position here, and cutting her loose wastes all of that. Besides, it isn't just anyone who can, or would, fill a position at House Venus. Like I said, I'd train her to be better behaved, then I'd make it plain that she's part of a team and needs to act like it." Courtney smiled a bit, holding it back until she barely chortled. Dropping her voice to an almost joking mutter, she added "She isn't a bad person...But I wouldn't be surprised to hear she has Oppositional Defiant Disorder."
Kimmy broke out into a sweet smile. Aww, she could read between the lines, here. Warmly, she pointed out "You care about her."
Courtney didn't crack, not a single muscle twitched on her face. Her voice stayed steady as she placidly asserted "I look after the girls in my own way. Beverly's like their big sister - I'm like their mother. Berri needs someone looking over her shoulder, and part of me wonders if she acts the way she does because she knows that, too. I expect the best, and I'm harder with the girls than Beverly is, but I care about each and every one of you." Raising her eyebrows, she gave Kimmy a glance before adding, a little more enthusiastically, "I want you all to make David proud that he's invested so much time and money into you, and furthermore, I want you to be proud of yourselves and the work that you do. This nonsense with Brandy only reminds me of that."
She made a show of quickly glancing up and about at the room surrounding the two of them. "This estate is our project," she pointed out, "and keeping it in tip-top shape not only makes David more comfortable, but having a home he can be proud of is essential for a businessman of his scale. He needs to be able to show it off to his associates, and likewise, he needs to be able to impress them as guests. It's our job to help, in that. I, for one, take pride in it. It's because of us that this massive home stays presentable. It'd fall apart, without us! That's no mean feat! I honestly wonder if any of that outlook has ever occurred to someone like Berri...But, she doesn't neglect her work entirely, at least. Her paycheck depends upon it, so she has plenty of motivation."
Kimmy narrowed her eyes, just for a second. Smiling from ear to ear, she placidly asked "...You really care about Harret, too, don't you?"
"Of course I do, darling, what kind of a question is that," Courtney answered with a quick glance, tone turning a hint curt, all over again. "I don't tease you about the simmer between you and Beverly, do I? Should I start?"
Kimmy gave a quick, uncomfortable laugh. "Please don't," she hastily asked, barely above a mumble.
Courtney smiled. Matter-of-factly, she murmured "Then leave master Harret out of this. We were talking about the maids, not the employer. Where was I?"
Kimmy didn't have a chance to agree, but all the same, Courtney moved on with an inwards sigh. Moving on to another bookcase, she almost seemed to be speaking idle thoughts, somewhat tiredly explaining "Some of the younger girls, like Hitomi, more or less make this career their lives...Or, I should say, their lives were a little dreadfully empty before coming here. For some of the others, it kept them out of trouble. It gave some a purpose, gave some an outlet...For myself, it was merely a relief. Although this side work is more of a hobby compared to my career, I couldn't do without it, by this point." Raising her eyebrows, she flatly uttered "I couldn't imagine going without the stress relief, by this point. A woman in my position has to deal with so much aggravation, it'd give someone like Berri an ulcer inside a week."
Kimmy paused her work. Hold on a second, what? All of this manual labour was a hobby? Looking at Courtney with a faintly furrowed brow, she incredulously asked "Wait a minute, this isn't even your main job? You do more?"
Courtney's smile widened. "I most certainly do," she confirmed. "Did you think I was a career maid, my dear? I have much higher aspirations in this life than just that, thank you."
"W-Well, I mean, you seem so proud of what you do," Kimmy pointed out. She had wondered what a woman like Courtney would do, every other week. Now, it sounded like everyone else in her life must've been wondering the same.
"Of course, why wouldn't I be," Courtney earnestly blurted out. "I'm a perfectionist, I always have been. You need to be, to get where I am. Even if I'm a maid, I'm going to do the best job I can, and what's not to be proud of, in that? No, working at House Venus is more of a biweekly vacation, for me. In my line of work, I can afford the vacation time. I don't need to physically be there with the rest of the Board, every moment of every day. They can oversee things well enough without me there to hold their hands. Besides, I rather enjoy the plane trip to and from. If they truly, truly need me, they have David's direct number."
Kimmy raised her eyebrows. Holy crap, was she serious? Plane trips? How much of a big shot was she, outside the mansion? "Just what do you do, Courtney? How the heck did you start doing this?"
Courtney gave a titter. "Does it matter, darling? If you must know, I'm an entrepreneur, first and foremost, but if you're referring to the Board I mentioned, well...I'm a majority shareholder in a London investment firm, as well as a member of the Board of Directors. You wouldn't know of them, we don't have a presence outside of Western Europe, yet. We deal in more than a few things, but it's primarily real estate and visionaries with concepts we see an actual profit in. The antiques business can be quite profitable, as well, if you've a keen enough eye for it to know a thing's true value."
Raising her eyebrows, a rueful smirk growing on her face, she took a sniff and started wandering off, idly explaining "As for how I came across the position, in truth, I was actually looking for work for somebody else. Needless to say, when I found one of master Harret's ads, I did thorough research on his legitimacy before ultimately deciding to take a look, for myself. I thought to myself, who was this man? Who was this gentleman trying to rope people in to work as "sensual maids?" The man seemed legitimate enough, certainly, but can you blame a woman for being cautious? Careers like the one David offers are almost always, and almost always will be, lures and ruses set by predators and dishonest perverts. I might've even reported him to the authorities, if I didn't like what I had found. Suffice it to say, I was pleasantly surprised, and the rest is history."
Kimmy quickly abandoned her work and followed after Courtney, trying not to grin when she spied the one Courtney was evidently trying to hide. "I adore the time away from the office, and the diversion is certainly an enjoyable one," she coyly commented, making her way up to an expansive liquor cabinet, set just off to the side. As ornate as the bookshelves were, Courtney carefully turned the cabinet's latch before easing open the wide, nearly solid glass doors, exposing the dozens of bottles inside, coming in all shapes and sizes and all manner of colourful hues. Only half jokingly, Courtney drawled "If not for the R I get here, I'd be afraid of one day strangling someone for bungling a negotiation. Thankfully, I get a chance to unwind and catch my breath before another week in the grinder."
Kimmy joined Courtney as she delicately took out a bottle, carefully wiping it down with another wet cloth before setting it back. Kimmy gave a big, playful faux-frown, for a moment. "I had a funny feeling you had more going on outside of this place. I didn't think it'd be that big, though," she admitted, a giggle bubbling up in her chest all the while. Glancing up and over at the taller maid, she added "I've gotta ask, though: you didn't need Harret's help to look the way you do, did you?"
Courtney raised her eyebrows, barely shaking her head. "Of course not, silly. I had more than enough money to handle that, myself. Thankfully, the surgeon I know is just as skilled as the one David likes to call on - of course, I'm sure you've noticed that, given all the attention you've already paid to my bust. Don't think I haven't noticed, darling, you've been like a kid in a candy shop, all week. Trust me, I don't mind. Nothing to be ashamed of, it's perfectly natural, and the friskiness is an unadulterated compliment. No, I hold the distinction of being the only maid not to make use of master Harret's offer, in one way or another. Proud of that one, too. David wants to give you all the best, but I had already gotten the best, myself. Says something, doesn't it?"
Lightly raising an eyebrow, she glanced over at Kimmy, innocently asking "Speaking of which, were you thinking of taking him up on the offer, my dear?"
Kimmy flushed a shade of pink. Her, getting implants? Whoa, whoa, whoa, she's barely gotten used to the shallow end of the pool, now she has to go right into the deep end? Barely glancing over out of the corners of her eyes, Kimmy stammered a little, hastily mumbling "W-Well, I'm, uh, I mean, i-it's not like I haven't considered it, kinda hard not to when me and Hitomi are the only girls here who haven't completely boobed out, eh heh, and...And, I'm sure it'd be fun! I'm sure it'd feel good to have them, but, uh...Eh heh...I, uh, I don't know 'bout that one..."
Courtney listened as Kimmy slowly mumbled the same sort of uncertain sentiment over and over again, rehashing it in different words the more she tried to stutter her way through the notion, utter word vomit that amounted to little more than a waste of time. Eventually, Courtney's smile withered, a firmer, more resolutely annoyed expression creeping up to replace it. Kimmy, finally losing steam, was about to drop the subject with one last mumble, staring at a bottle she was cleaning as she muttered "...I just don't know if I can go through with that. I know I don't want to hide it, anymore, but I guess I like having the option there. I'm just used to it, is all. If I do that, I won't be able to, anymore-"
Courtney suddenly replaced the bottle she had taken out, grabbed Kimmy's hand, and guided her to do the same. Then, she was grabbing Kimmy's wrist, turning on a heel, and forcibly pulling her along, ordering "Come with me, right this instant."
Kimmy's eyes went wide in surprise. All she could mumble was a quick "Wha-? Hey!" before Courtney was dragging her outside, pulling her into the bedroom opposite that part of the library. Veritably dragging Kimmy towards a mirror standing in the corner, Courtney loudly muttered "This self-confidence issue you have is really starting to grate against my last nerve. Everyone thinks you'll get over it on your own, but it's a bad habit you keep feeding and I'm sick of it. We're breaking it, here and now."
Kimmy tried to protest, but all that managed to come out was a resigned sigh. God, here we go again. Okay, she got it, the girls at House Venus really cared about her, they really wanted her to be happy - she got it. How many of them had taken it upon themselves to speechify her, now? Guess it was Courtney's turn, then. Time to just grin and bear it. I mean, it just meant she cared, right?
Courtney stood her in front of the mirror, letting her take up the majority of the reflection. Standing a foot to the side, Courtney gave a quick gesture at her, ordering "Tell me what you see, Kimmy. Look, really look, and tell me what you take away from the person looking back at you. Who is this person?"
Kimmy's mouth hung open as she tried to find something to say, but after a moment, all that came out was an almost frustrated sigh. What?...What did Courtney expect her to say? She glanced up and down across her own reflection, arms hanging limp at her sides. She looked just the same as a couple hours ago...It was just the same old Kimmy. A different person from her daytime persona, sure, but still just...Kimmy. Still just her. The cage had been opened, and out had come the real her: girly, sweet, bubbly, and so much more confident than her timid, cowering alter ego...Confident enough to be horny and actually do something about it, rather than just play her own slide whistle, all the time. Is that what Courtney wanted to hear?
Kimmy tried a couple times to speak up, but eventually, she lost her patience and simply whined out "What do you want me to say, Courtney? It's just me! What am I supposed to see? What, that I'm dressed up like a maid? That I'm getting used to have my hair in pigtails, all the time? What?"
Courtney's brow sank, the corners of her mouth dipping in an equally impatient frown. The frustration in her tone caught Kimmy a little off-guard, the older woman firmly blurting out "No. You aren't really looking. Look harder. Beneath the surface!"
Kimmy glanced over, an almost offended sort of confusion crossing her before she gave in and looked back over. Courtney gave her a few moments, but when Kimmy just started shaking her head, mouth hanging open as she stuttered a few attempts at words, Courtney abruptly grabbed her hips. "I'll tell you what I see," she blurted out, almost glaring over at Kimmy's reflection. With a sniff, Courtney raised her chin, expression all at once calming to a cool, appraising gaze. "I see a young man braver than he realizes. Brave enough to do the scariest thing he could think of, at least. Brave enough to start being himself, or, rather, herself. I'm proud of her. That step doesn't come easily, for all of us."
Wait, what? A sudden shudder just about made Kimmy quiver. She looked back over, meeting her reflection's eyes.
Courtney raised her eyebrows, a little. "I see a sweet young woman finally getting what she's earned, a chance to stop hiding inside herself and to let people see the goodness she has, inside. I see someone making friends. I see someone finding crushes and excitement. I see someone eager to work hard and prove herself, most of all to herself. I see someone spreading her wings, for the first time."
Courtney's brow furrowed, a hint. Eyes half-closed, they shifted here and there across Kimmy's reflection. "...I see someone making an all too common mistake," she uttered. "I see someone on the verge of living a double life. I see someone about to tear themselves in half. I see someone still scared of letting people see the real her...Or, to be more specific, scared of letting certain people see the real her. I see someone willing to sacrifice half of her happiness just to put up a safety blanket, and it upsets me to no end."
A throb passed through Kimmy's eyes before her vision blurred. Is that what Courtney really thought? Her reflection nibbled on her lips, then gave a sniffle. Stop...It hurts to hear. How could she know even half of all that? Where was all this coming from?
Courtney went silent, for a couple seconds. Eventually, voice a low murmur, she continued. Expression turning pained, she raised her eyebrows a little, the corners of her mouth dipping. "...What's the point in living life if you don't do it the way that makes you happy, Kimmy? Don't do that to yourself. Don't make us watch it happen. You can't keep hiding it...I don't want to see the boy that walked in here, again. I want to see Kimmy. The sweet, adorable, sexy little thing, always looking good in stockings. I want to see the girl that blushes, all the time."
Courtney raised her eyebrows, gave a faint chortle, and more casually remarked "Ever since coming here, you couldn't stop smiling. I've been watching you since you first knocked on that door. You looked like your dream was coming true!"
Kimmy cracked a quick giggle, trickles slowly running from the corners of her moist eyes as she broke out into a big, quivering smile. "Because it was," she managed to get out, voice a bit tight. Courtney opened her mouth to continue, but Kimmy raised a hand, gesturing for her to stop. In the same moment, she eased her hand over, held her forehead, and closed her eyes, sighing out "You can stop, now, Courtney...I get the picture. Okay?" Trembling smile widening, she held back a shaky laugh as she muttered "I had already made up my mind to show Travis the real me, alright?...Good God, you're killing me, here. Look, you made me tear up! What brought this on? What, because the idea of implants gets me flustered? For crying out loud, Court..."
Courtney smiled from ear to ear, but it was a guilty sort. She glanced downwards, then murmured "Well...If you had listened to yourself at the time, you would've realized how you came across. You sounded so utterly scared of making a change you couldn't undo, even though I know you'd love it. I guess I got a little...Protective."
"For God's sake," Kimmy chuckled out, "you made me ruin my mascara, you big dumb-dumb. Don't ever do that again, alright?"
Kimmy was about to turn towards Courtney for a hug, but then the bigger woman slid over behind her, dipping her head down by Kimmy's from over her shoulder. Kimmy watched as the other woman reached around her, brought her hands to her chest, and started cupping little mounds that weren't there, just about provoking a giggle from the trap. Smiling wider, a placid look in her eyes, the Brit cooed "You wouldn't want some real breasts, at all?...Nobody says you need an enormous pair like Beverly or Clara, but wouldn't you like something to put in a bra, at least?"
Kimmy's face was already flushed from the headache-inducing flash of tears, but if it wasn't, she would've started blushing, right about then. She broke out into another chuckle, dropping her hand from her forehead until her arm flopped back down to her side. "Oh my gosh, Court," she warmly groaned, sniffling and blinking away the last of her tears.
Courtney grinned, a little. Easing her hand back and forth, pantomiming cupping and stroking, she cooed "A C-cup, at least. That's what I see, for you. A DD-cup would look good, too. If you had some good handfuls to go with that rear of your's, my dear, you'd be beating men off with a stick - not to mention you'd never have to beat your own stick, ever again."
"Okay, okay, knock it off! Jeez," Kimmy blurted out, throwing up her hands before squirming away from Courtney, a smile on her face all the while. Turning around to face her, she started rubbing the backs of her hands against her cheeks, trying her best to clear the mascara as she lightheartedly muttered "Stop playing with my emotions, already. I get it, okay? You want me to boob out. Got it. I'm still thinking about it, okay? I have all the time in the world! Keep it in your pants, mom!"
Just as lightheartedly, Courtney gave a hard blink, grabbed her hips, and blurted out "Excuse me? Is that any way to speak to me, young lady? I may not be the Head Maid, but I still have seniority over you, I'm still your superior! Show some respect!"
Kimmy huffed a giggle. Yeah, right. She wasn't as hard as she wanted people to think, and Kimmy knew it. When Courtney lifted her arms by her sides, Kimmy stepped in, face helplessly pressing against the taller woman's chest and collar bones. Courtney wrapped her arms around Kimmy's shoulders, a big smile on her face as she rested her chin down over the greenhorn's head. In a bit of a sigh, she offered "I'm sorry, my dear, I didn't realize you had already decided to stay girly. Did I come on a little strong?"
"What do you think," Kimmy muttered, holding back a chuckle. "When I said before that you helped me make up my mind on something, what did you think I meant? Lipstick colour? I was gonna tell you all, tomorrow!"
"Oh...Well, now I feel a little silly," Courtney hesitantly grumbled, giving Kimmy's back a few enthusiastic rubs up and down. "I suppose I jumped the gun, didn't I?"
"Oh, don't worry about it," Kimmy offered, grinning as she fought harder to hold back the giggle brewing in her chest. "It's nice to see you care, so much. I almost didn't know you had it in you...You should show it, more. Berri might start liking you, if you do."
"I suppose I deserve that," Courtney begrudgingly conceded. With one last rub of Kimmy's back, Courtney, with surprising grace, offered "My dear, why don't you head back to the dorm and fix your makeup? I'll be fine on my own, for a few minutes. Once you're done, come on back. We'll finish up with the library, then visit the Mommy Mouth, again, before grabbing the laundry. How does that sound?"
That giggle couldn't be held back a second longer. With one last breath of Courtney's perfume, Kimmy purred "Sounds good to me. Just-"
"Although, I have to warn you," Courtney suddenly interjected with a grin, "I'll be sure to grab some tools to help us out, this time around, and I fully expect you to take part. I doubt a naughty little thing like you needs much help cumming over and over again, but I'm sure you'll appreciate the help, all the same."
Ooh. Tools? Like what? A warm feeling started to blossom in Kimmy's belly as the two eased out of the embrace. Kimmy, grinning, heart a-thumpin', spoke in little more than a flustered purr: "Well, if that's what my mommy wants...I-I mean, it's not like I can say no, right?"
Kimmy would've sworn she could see Courtney's eyes glaze, a hint. She hummed an excited little chortle, hands sliding up her sides to hold her hips. Her breathing just barely deepening, turning her voice a touch husky, she confidently asserted "That's right, you just listen to mommy, now. I know what's best for you, you'll see. Now, run along and fix your makeup, darling. We still have work to do, and we can't afford to lose any more time..."
Courtney wasn't exaggerating. With the trips to the Mommy Mouth factored in, there was a surprisingly tidy chunk of the day accounted for, leaving quite a lot less for the chores than Kimmy had anticipated. She fixed her makeup and headed back to Courtney's side as quickly as she could, the duo wisely keeping the chatter to a minimum as they worked on the multiple rooms making up their employer's private library. By the time they had finished three out of four rooms, it looked like they'd barely have enough time to put their laundry away and get in a dribble at the Mommy Mouth before it was lunchtime. After that, they'd have to finish up with the last library room, get in another squirt, then tend to the entertainment room...Which would warrant yet another ruined orgasm. Just the thought had Kimmy gulping with dread.
Still, the two worked fast. They left their cleaning supplies behind, collected their laundry, and neatly set the beds in each of the guest rooms before playing the day's game a second time. As promised, Courtney came prepared, this time...
Kimmy, temporarily alone at the Mommy Mouth, turned around when she heard Courtney returning, but as soon as she saw the English milf, she was going stiff, eyes widening. Courtney had slipped out of her dress, leaving it folded over an arm as she sashayed her way closer with a pleased smile on her face. Kimmy unabashedly dropped her eyes to the Brit's mesh bra, eyeing the full, round shapes of her globes under those fishnets, starting up a swell somewhere southern that only escalated twofold when she got a look at the nice, big bulge filling out the basin of the older woman's thong...Complete with a growing point slowly pushing it outwards, Kimmy might add.
Eyes half-closed and smouldering, Courtney raised her eyebrows as well as her free hand, showing off a tube of lube and a matching pair of anal beads, to boot. "Now, I trust you're ready to go, as always, but time is of the essence, my dear, and this will only get harder to do with every one you ruin," she explained, utterly nonchalantly. "So, as I mentioned before, I have some tools, here. We're both going to lube up and slide these beads inside, then use the lube to make things quicker around the front."
Kimmy raised her eyebrows, a pitiful look of raw anxiety creeping up on her. "B-But," she desperately whimpered, "that won't make it easier, that'll make it harder! Sure, I'll cum quicker, but how am I gonna ruin it when I'm lube-pumping with anal beads in my ass?!"
"The same way you'll ruin it when we upgrade to the butt-plugs on the third go: by using some determination," Courtney coyly replied, innocent smile suddenly seeming a lot more devilish. With a playful little twist of her hips, Courtney lightly arched an eyebrow, lips gently puckering in her smile as she cooed "And you'd better get used to it, too, because for the fourth one, we're going to be upgrading to even bigger, vibrating plugs. If we have time for a fifth, we're going to be dildoing ourselves at the same time we wank, as well. Sweetheart, we're just getting started!"
Kimmy's shoulders slumped as she made a show of hanging her head back, mouth open wide as she gave a loud, pleading whine. "Mooom! You're killing me, over here! Can't we just do it dry? That'd be easiest!"
"And the most boring. Taking the path of least resistance is nothing to be proud of, and besides, it won't milk you properly," Courtney remarked. Kimmy was about to whine even further when Courtney's smile suddenly turned unusually mischievous. Very subtly, she glanced over to her sides just out of the corners of her eyes, then silenced Kimmy with a warm, playful sigh. She flipped her dress over onto her other arm, looking downwards as she languidly mumbled "Oh, that's too bad, Kimmy. For a bit, there, I thought you had it in you to impress me. I almost thought you wanted to make the most out of the games, here at House Venus. I suppose I might've been wrong."
Kimmy mumbled a quick "N-No," but didn't get much further than that. Was Courtney...Uh, was she staring down at her own bust?...
Courtney sighed, casually reached her free hand over, and traced her fingertips across the mesh cup of her bra until she had reached the edge. Then, with one easy slide, she had pulled it aside and exposed herself, letting that big, pink areola come out to breathe, not to mention the stiff, pink pebble capping it. Courtney smiled, looked up at Kimmy without lifting her chin, and murmured "You know, my dear, it's ironic you wanted to call me mommy..."
Kimmy's jaw started to drop open, eyes glazing in an instant. She stared, utterly transfixed, as Courtney ringed a couple fingers around her areola, then gently drew them together, tightening them against that glossy pink ring until...Oh, sweet Jesus.
The trap's knees knocked. Her eyes could've crossed. Not only was a doorstopper sticking out the front of her uniform now, but it was getting so moist, a damp spot could've shown up through her skirt. Courtney gave a little coo, then grinned at Kimmy. She gave another little squeeze, provoking a second little dribble of milk to bead over her nipple before trickling down the underside of her breast, leaving a thin, white trail, shimmering against her creamy skin. Dropping her voice a little more, Courtney breathed "I've been lactating for years. Most of the others don't even know...I don't exactly make it a habit of showing it off. But, considering you want me to be your mommy, today..."
Kimmy dimly nodded, gaping like a fish out of water. Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Courtney had milk jugs? Wha...F-Fuck, that turned her on so mu-
Courtney delicately traced a fingertip around her areolae, spreading a shine from a droplet of her own milk. If Kimmy weren't so hypnotized by the unexpected potential for a drink staring her in the face, she might've noticed the rapid swelling growing in Courtney's thong, expanding until her big, pre-oozing hard-on had snaked itself free past the side of the basin. "If you can play the game perfectly each time," she cooed, "and don't complain about the helping hand my tools give, then for the last game, maybe I'll let you get in a suckle while we play. Wouldn't you like that?...A taste of mommy's milk?"
Kimmy dumbly nodded, already mindlessly beginning to pull her dress over her head. "Y-Yeah," she babbled, "I'll do it! I'll do it perfectly!"
Courtney tittered at the enthusiasm. Such a sweet boy, and so very, very horny - willing to get off any which way, just the way she liked them...
After they had finished up with their second game, which it goes without saying was Kimmy's first flawless game, it was time for lunch. At first, Kimmy didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, but then it occurred to her just how unusual that actually was. Nobody complained about the day's game, nobody seemed disgruntled about willfully torturing themselves with the sexual denial. In fact, everyone seemed to be in fairly high spirits. For some reason, the normalcy was something Kimmy found to be an oddly pleasant surprise. Maybe, she thought, she had expected everyone to be squirming in their seats, anxiously darting their eyes around, so worked up that the littlest thing would have them bursting into giggle fits or breaking out into cold sweats.
Instead, everyone seemed just fine. Beverly led the conversation, the usual suspects cracked jokes, Clara and Aisha mostly kept to themselves unless a wisecrack made them chuckle, and of course, Courtney looked down her nose at the girls she thought immature, primarily Berri, of course. Lunch, itself, didn't come with any hidden surprises. There was a nice BLT sandwich, a small bowl of a deliciously creamy salad sprinkled with bacon bits, a tall, cold glass of iced tea, and even a small fruit salad topped off with a dollop of whipped cream and some chocolate shavings; a thoroughly refreshing meal for any hardworking girl, to be sure. Kimmy had been in the middle of chatting video games with Hitomi when Aisha ventured to ask how Kimmy was liking the day's game, and once the subject was broached, the questions and comments came pouring in.
Berri sniggered. "You lightening the load enough, babe? How much you squirting? Don't miss, now. Courtney would never forgive you, heh heh."
Shelly grinned. "Always takes me a couple to get over the blue balls, but I tend to build up a lot. You feeling better, yet?"
"Sometimes I wish the Mommy Mouth was just another Auto-Blow," Clara absentmindedly remarked, "but then I guess it'd be too hard to actually ruin your wads. I should just buy one and take it home."
Beverly gave a sweet smile. "It's not too hard for you, is it, sweetie? You don't have to try and hide it if it's too tough, we've all been there. Court, how's she been doing?"
Courtney smiled from ear to ear, mostly to herself. Briefly dabbing at her mouth with a napkin, she kept her eyes on her food as she casually commented "Oh, she's been doing quite alright. I'm impressed, even. I wouldn't worry, too much. She's had two goes so far, and both times, she's drizzled a mouthful. She seems to be enjoying herself, I daresay she'll make a full recovery."
Courtney hadn't even finished before a few "Ooohs" and snickers started up, quite thoroughly provoking Kimmy to shrink in her seat. She didn't have to hang her head and hide her scarlet face for long, thankfully. Just a couple seconds later, Courtney suddenly perked up a little, in her seat. Taking one last sip of her iced tea, she casually asked "Beverly, could you do me a favour and call master Harret? If he isn't too busy, I was hoping to speak with him about his plans for tonight. I'd rather do it now, while Kimmy's still eating. It shouldn't take long."
Beverly looked a bit surprised by the idea, but all the same, she chirped her agreement. She pressed a button on her earpiece, and everyone started to quiet down as the Head Maid looked off into the distance, watching nothing in particular. The LED over the side of her earpiece flashed blue a couple times, and then Beverly was saying "...Yes, I just wanted to ask if you were free, at the moment. Courtney says she'd like to speak with you, and she'd like to do it before you leave, for the night..." Beverly waited a few seconds, then smiled and said goodbye, pressing another button on her earpiece. Glancing over at Courtney, she lifted up the last bite-sized portion of her sandwich, ready to pop it into her mouth. With a warm lilt in her voice, she cooed "Go ahead, he's in his office. He just started getting ready. Don't leave your partner high and dry, alright?"
Courtney smiled wide. "Of course not, my dear, who do you take me for," she commented, a subtly playful tone sneaking through the indignant facade. Kimmy watched Courtney get up and leave, a bit of a curious look on her face. This was the first she had heard of Harret having plans, for the night. Wonder what Courtney's interest in them was? Oh, well...As long as she got back before the work started, Kimmy supposed it wasn't really a big deal...
The posh Brit raised a hand, delicately rapping just the one knuckle against Harret's office door. When she heard him call, she eased the door open, an easy smile immediately crossing her as soon as she laid eyes on him. The shades had been pulled completely open, letting a waterfall of noontime sun pour in through the big window behind his desk, putting a bright spin on all of his decor. There the big man stood, dressed in a white silk dress shirt tucked into an exquisite black pair of dress pants, complete with matching black wingtips polished to an immaculate shine. He already had a pair of gleaming silver cufflinks on, each designed after the Staff of Hermes, a choice which could've been classy or gaudy, depending on one's personal purview.
Busy watching himself in the mirror, Harret kept tying his black bow tie as he smiled and asked "Courtney, how's the day going?"
Courtney quietly closed the door behind herself, smiling a bit wider as she meandered her way deeper into the office, haughtily answering "Oh, it's been going just fine, so far. I finally have a chance to work with young Kimmy, and I think I see what you and Beverly see in her." Dropping her voice a touch, she shrugged with her eyebrows and sounded almost playful, commenting "She's certainly enthusiastic, I'll give her that. I haven't seen a new maid so eager to play along with anything a new game threw at her since Shelly first joined. She's sweet, she's polite - a bit on the bubbly side, at times. Plus, her work ethic is decent. It may be premature, but I think we've found a keeper."
Harret smiled from ear to ear, finishing up his bow tie with a smart tug at either end. "Good, I'm glad you've come around," he pleasantly remarked. Raising his eyebrows, he turned and casually made for his desk, partly turning to face her as he added "Today's game hasn't been too rough on her, has it?"
Courtney's smile briefly split her face. Standing still, she held her hands together behind herself, chin lightly raised as she somewhat smugly cooed "No, not at all. In fact, I think she's having fun. We've paid two visits to the toy, so far, and she hasn't broken the rules, yet. I'll have to see if she can still handle the denial, come our next two visits." Raising her eyebrows, Courtney briefly puckered her lips into a little lavender ring, shifted her eyes off to the side, and idly remarked "Beverly had expected each of us to make more use of the toy, today, but I think it's for the best she was mistaken, at least in our particular case. Kimmy has been able to handle it so far, but I don't know if even my encouragement could keep her going, six or seven in. Might be best she's spared a rigorous Friday until her second week, at least."
"I'll trust your judgement on that," Harret agreeably enough said, pulling a beautiful black suit jacket from over the back of his office chair, tossing it about himself as he slid his arms into the sleeves. "Still, it's good to hear she's enjoying herself. Do you remember how much Clara hated Fridays, when she first started?"
Courtney broke out into a grin, body briefly shifting as she cracked a silent chuckle. She started making her way closer to him, stepping around his desk as she dryly reminisced. "How could I possibly forget. She wasn't quiet with her complaints, that's for sure, and it was too absurd not to laugh. Blasting a load that large, all over the toy's face? She was just taunting the rules, you were right to punish her." With a deep, quiet sigh through her nose, Courtney came right up to him, gently taking over his efforts to button up his suit jacket. Looking down and watching her fingers, she couldn't shake her grin as she muttered "She's changed a lot, since those days...For the better, if you ask me. She was so rigid in her tastes, at first. I remember her first Anal Training Day and just how bitter it had her. Well, up until she was hanging her head down and grunting, that is. I'd wager she's a more agreeable bedmate, now."
Harret gave a little chuckle, patiently waiting for her to finish up with the last couple buttons. As she did up the final one, Courtney suddenly drew in an audible breath through her nose, quickly raised her chin and eyebrows, and explained "But, I didn't step away from my work just to recollect, my dear, I actually wanted to speak with you about your plans for tonight. I understand you'll be going to a gala, of some sort. A little cocktail party amongst coworkers and friends, correct?"
"That's correct," he casually commented, voice soft-spoken. "I'll be leaving in a few hours, and I expect to be gone for most of the night. Beverly will be in charge, while I'm gone."
"That's all well and good, darling," Courtney passively cooed, one foot taking a step back outside of his personal space. "I just found myself wondering if Brandy would be present, at this gala. Or, if you anticipated her presence, at any rate."
Harret smiled, eyes drifting up and off to the side. He shifted his weight to one foot, pointlessly shuffled some things overtop his desk, then slid his hands into his jacket pockets. Maintaining his decorum, he merely said "I fully expect her to be there, yes. I was counting on it, in fact. I'd like to have a word with her, in private and without lawyers present."
"I see," Courtney curtly murmured, eyes easing half-closed. She was quiet for a second or two, then drew in a little breath through her nose, briefly looked off at nothing in particular, and offered "You know, David, it might make a rather nice impression on these sorts of people to have a classy lady friend accompanying you, rather than going in stag." Smile widening, her eyes brightened, a bit, with anticipation, her hands daintily drifting to her hips as she casually added "If you were looking for a little company for the night, you and I both know I could charm these people into eating out of the palm of my hand. I do it all the time, at Courland & Sons. British Isles or no, these sorts of people respond to smooth-talking. I didn't get as far as I did without the charisma to make people see things my way, you know."
With a mischievous arch of an eyebrow, she playfully added "Besides, I started the week in that slinky black one-piece, remember? I can dress to impress at a moment's notice. Just give the word, darling."
Harret smiled wider as he contained a chuckle to his throat. Raising his eyebrows, he politely explained "I'd love to, sweetheart, believe me, but I was hoping to be as inconspicuous as possible, tonight. Bringing somebody new into this sort of crowd would just draw attention, and besides..." Raising his eyebrows a little, he lowered his voice to a playful murmur as he pointed out "You wouldn't really leave Kimmy all alone for the rest of the night, would you?"
Courtney gave him a guilty grin. There was a momentary pause on her part, but then she was reaching out, taking his hips, and stepping back in, easing deeper into his personal space on her way to get her lips against his. He reciprocated, of course, as was to be expected, but her ardour soon overtook his. She had barely finished kissing him a second time before she was turning him to the side, just about pushing him into sitting against the edge of his desk in a bid to get even closer, arms sliding around his waist as she tried pressing her body to his. Her breathing quickly grew harder, intensifying until she were even taking shallow pants. Pressing her bust against his wide, muscular chest, she huskily whispered between stolen kisses, murmuring against his lips and chin.
"Then how about before you go, mmf...You have a one-on-one meeting, with me? We can...Mmm...We can bring in Kimmy, too. Can you imagine?...The two of us, kneeling, taking turns sucking on it...Mmf, I wonder who'd push you over the edge? What better way to go into this with a clear head?"
When Harret's breathing deepened, Courtney took it as licence to escalate. She shifted her feet until her heels were on either side of his dress shoes, then pressed the rest of her body against him, as well, further trapping him against his desk. As soon as he felt it, he quietly exhaled the shiver it provoked before it could shudder down his spine: the feeling of that firm shape, thinly veiled by her soft uniform, pressing directly against him below the waist, a carnal attempt to gauge his excitement. As soon as she felt him against her, Courtney lightly raised her eyebrows, lips forming a tiny ring as she cooed a faint "Ooh..."
Harret suddenly started to grin, huffing a quick chortle. Eyes half-closed, he couldn't stop himself from steadily pressing back against her body, but he could turn her down, just the same. Voice a little husky, too, he murmured "Well, aren't you raring to go, today. What brought this on? As tempting as the offer is, sweetheart, I only really have the time to see one girl, today." His grin widened. "...And since it's been a bit since the last time I saw Berri, well-"
"Oh, you dog," Courtney suddenly blurted out, not at all with the fire to back up the reprimand. She let go of him and took a step back, lightheartedly accusing "You're only doing that to be cruel. Here I am, genuinely concerned for your well-being and how tonight's efforts go, and you spend your limited time on her? David, really."
His grin turned a bit rueful, a mixture of remorse and amusement working up onto his face. "That's not it at all, c'mon, don't be like that," he playfully begged. She gave a huff of a sigh and turned from him, chin lightly raised as she paced a couple steps off to the side. He stepped after her, grin turning more amused at the dramatic display. "I'm not doing it on purpose, I haven't had a meeting with her in a few days, now. Admittedly, it's been just as long for you-"
Courtney, back to him, raised her chin. "Hmph!"
Harret sighed another quick chuckle. "But, there just isn't enough of me to go around today, alright, Court? Why not tomorrow? We can have a one-on-one and recap the week, then." When she didn't respond, he raised his eyebrows, tone taking on a more playful, lilting tone as he added "And since it'll be Saturday, there won't be much work to take you away from, meaning we could take longer than usual with the session..."
Courtney didn't react for a couple seconds, but then she was giving a smart turn on a heel, facing him as she blurted out "Oh, alright. You've convinced me." Visibly fighting back a laugh, she was smiling from ear to ear, eyes half-closed as she reached out and gave him the lightest slap against his chest she could muster. "Just don't you go easy on her," she joked, provoking a chuckle to drift out of him.
Raising his eyebrows, he lightheartedly said "However could you mean?" Before she could answer the rhetorical question, he dropped his eyebrows, winked, and pointed out "Don't you have work to attend to, sweetheart?"
Courtney gave a reluctant sigh, but it didn't take her much more than a moment to begin making for the door. "Yes, very well," she said, not quite enthusiastically. "Just remember, I'll be holding you to your word, tomorrow. And..." Pausing, she quietly opened the door, turned to toss him a glance, and gave him a legitimately earnest smile. "...Good luck tonight, love. I know you won't let that troublemaker ruin things, for all of us. Just be careful not to give her anything she could use against you in the process, alright?"
Harret flashed her a wide smile. "I'm always careful," he reassured. Her chin dipped in a little nod before she stepped outside, quietly shutting the door behind herself. If he said he had a plan, then she trusted him. Back to the regularly scheduled programming...
To Kimmy's equal delight and torment, the afternoon and parts of the evening passed by in the very same way the earlier days in the week: by doing all of her thinking based on her pulsating cock, tingling balls, and the yearning in her backdoor. She ached to cum, to get the brain-blasting pop of a real orgasm...But the relief of draining her balls, especially with a dildo battering her prostate, was still as sweet as ever, even if the denial had her shivering for affection that went all the way. No matter how many times she played this game and sabotaged herself, the thirst remained, provoking the want to do it again...And again...And again, a cycle more vicious than most. Each game was longer than the last, more strenuous, more ecstatic at the end, until all Kimmy could think about was the motion of churning butter in her lap and the way it made her feel.
Really? She was disappointed she and Courtney didn't just wind up breaking the rules by starting up a threesome with the oh-so-accommodating Mommy Mouth. With the fresh aphrodisiacs and hormones from lunch flooding her system, ruining her third and fourth orgasms was an even more torturous exercise in defeating the purpose, expending so much energy on something so amazing only to have it dashed...Willingly, by her own hand, forced to accept what little consolation prize she received. If every game had been back-to-back, she knew she would've cracked, but the chores provided ample time for her to back away from her confused refractory period. It didn't help that Courtney forced her to start using more and more invasive toys, but with dinner right around the corner and a couple perfect games under her belt, Kimmy was finally given a reward that made it all worthwhile.
"...Mmh...Mmmm!...Hah..."
Courtney hummed a little chuckle, raising her head until she could look down at her young partner. Eyes opening a crack, a warm smile grew on her face as she whispered "How does it taste, darling?..."
Kimmy, breathing considerably more needily than Court, barely pulled her mouth away long enough to breathlessly mumble "Tastes so good, mommy!..."
Courtney subtly bit on her lip as she gave a purr, eyes lazily following Kimmy as she eased her face back in, eyes closing as she wrapped her lips back around that lipstick-smudged nipple, her body leaning into Courtney's hard enough that she could nuzzle the side of her face against that big, warm, unbelievably soft globe. When Kimmy resumed her surprisingly gentle, if insistent, suckling and lapping, the older Brit just closed her eyes again, lightly hanging her head back as she basked in the sensation. Humming her encouragement, she let go of the toy jutting from between her seat cushions and slowly reached up around Kimmy, gently gliding her hand down the playful young thing's hair, running some fingers through a pigtail. Such a sweet little thing...So gentle with mommy dearest.
Dinner wasn't far, and there was always the risk someone else might come along and discover them, but the danger only exhilarated them both. It wasn't just Courtney's little secret on the line, it was the fraternization rule, as well. A deal was a deal, however, and with Kimmy having thoroughly ruined her second, third, and fourth pops with nary a spilled drop nor a peep of complaint, Courtney was ready to reward her efforts...With another, even more rapturous, if taxing, session.
Stripped completely naked, the two went for one more round, just one more leak in the dam before the day was through...And, of course, the play escalated just one more step. After lubing up a rather vulgar dildo from her personal collection, all flared tip and bulging veins, Courtney stuck it into Kimmy's hands. The invitation was clear, but it made Kimmy shiver with trepidation. Sometimes, all it took was sliding one in to have the spunk dripping out of her. Could she still ruin her orgasm, cramming this...Overly anatomically-correct toy up her posterior?
Her fears, while justified, went unfulfilled. She and Courtney had both bent over a little, manhoods hard as steel and blushing like a pair of red horns as they reached back, put the round helmets of their toys against themselves, and started to push. As soon as Kimmy had it sliding in, gliding into her well-trained ass, she sighed a steamy groan; she knew when Court had followed through when she made the same kind of needy sound. In seconds, the two of them were knee-deep in their game, this time rocking both arms back and forth, making themselves the meat in their own imagined threesomes.
After a glance over her shoulder and a few seconds of careful listening, Courtney finally invited Kimmy to collect her prize: a nice suckle on the nipple of her choice, a good faceful of mommy's boobs and a big mouthful of her sweet, creamy milk, a prize Court hadn't even so much as offered once to any of the other girls. This was a secret, Court had whispered, and she expected Kimmy's cooperation, in the matter...No sense in giving the girly-boy competition for her mother's milk, right? Kimmy could only shudder her agreement. No, this was all her's, a secret just for her to savour, right here and now...
Bodies pressing together as Kimmy leaned into her, the poor trap's entire body felt like it was wrapped up in the clouds, brain long having shut down at the sensations rocking her in an overload. Courtney's bust against her face, her scent and perfume filling her nose, her lips around that firm nipple and the warm, heady trickles coaxed out across her tongue with every oh-so-delicate draw...One fist gripping in a vain attempt at control as the lube made it slide across her unused, virginal cock, the other fist gripping and pumping a fairly thick dildo deep against her considerably more experienced rear...Balls hanging full and loose between her plump thighs, gently swaying whenever her hips shifted, lightly patting the insides of her thighs...Legs quaking, weak and sore, as seven inches pushed and pulled through her backdoor, battering her most special of spots as it glided back and forth through her core...The constant edging making her sweat, whatever inhibitions she still had burning away until her every moan was loud, her every groan unabashed and guttural, unafraid to tell the whole world she was getting off but good.
Courtney felt like she had to keep a constant lookout at first, but eventually, the urge to just revel in one last bout of self-love won out. Arms shifting considerably more slowly than Kimmy's, the older woman took her time, more patiently boiling her ardour, firmly massaging her rock-hard root while she kept her tush relaxed enough to just take the plumbing it deserved. As soon as Courtney felt a crack in her defences send a sappy trickle up through her cock, she gave a quick, satisfied groan. Pausing her pumping, she used her thumb and rubbed her own liquid lust around the swollen head of her spear, spreading the sticky warmth until she gave a contented grunt and resumed stroking.
Kimmy gave a steamy sigh into Courtney's cleavage, lips gently puckering and pursing against the other woman's tender areolae, drawing in the addictive, pheromone-laced scent of her skin, turning her muscles to jelly more and more until she just wanted to sit down and rest her legs. When she opened her eyes and tilted her head a little, looking down as best she could, the sight under her had her moaning against the leaky pebble between her lips. With her tip shining and her meat blushing to a crimson hue, Courtney was only delicately dragging her fist across it, slickly tugging and massaging herself firmly enough to have her heavy, drooping balls lightly shifting just below, no doubt still roaring with the ache to plant her seed in someone's belly...From the top or the bottom.
Kimmy's eyelids flickered as she struggled to keep them from falling, eyes fighting to roll back into her skull. She had always known the addition of the prostate-pounding she'd be giving herself would make this a quick game, doubly so after all the sensitivity she had built up in herself without resolution, but when she looked down and saw, smelled, Courtney's lube-glistening meat, worked so slowly, so invitingly...Was it any wonder she wanted to drop to her knees and shift her suckling to the Brit's meaty balls, instead? All she could do was stare, trying not to focus on the numb build-up flaring brighter and brighter down below, doing her best not to flex any southern muscles and speed the process. Would it be so wrong to just touch her?...Would it be so terrible, just...Cupping her undercarriage, if not taking over her pumping, for her? She was already nursing at her, where was the harm in touching it?
Kimmy finally relented. Maybe constantly bargaining and reasoning with herself over the course of the week clouded her judgement, maybe giving in to her libido had her willing to ignore the rules, but it didn't feel so wrong anymore, letting go of the long, thick pipe cleaner jutting from her derriere in favour of the all-natural one, just by her side. Just a quick stroke up the thigh, she thought. Just a quick slide up, then a nice fondle of those fat, heavy balls, still so heavy with gooey baby-batter. Maybe she'd let Kimmy pump her for a bit, gently working her hot, greased dipstick until she-
Courtney abruptly let go of her cock, hand flicking out until she had given a quick, sharp slap against the back of Kimmy's hand, swatting away her misbehaving fingers just hard enough to catch her attention. Kimmy, startled, let Court's nipple slip from her lips, quickly looking back up at her only to find her new mommy tut-tut-tutting her, lips puckering into a tight ring as she clicked her tongue and gently shook her head. Eyes half-closed, she whispered "Cheeky boy...Hands to yourself, now. It's the rules." Kimmy pleadingly raised her eyebrows, voicing little more than a disappointed warble before Courtney gave her a sweet, if glassy-eyed, smile. Whispers turning huskier, hoarser, she added "Mommy can take care of herself...You just watch."
Dropping her head a little, easing closer to Kimmy, she breathed "If you want, you can imagine the dildo's my cock...I've been imagining mine's your's, after all...When I'm not imagining you putting that pretty little mouth on my prick, that is. I bet you'd like to get a taste of mommy, wouldn't you? A nice, long taste...I've been fucking my fist nice and slow, too, just like it's somebody's tight little bottom...Can you imagine how I'd feel, inside?"
Kimmy's eyes finally started to roll back, her huffs for air getting more shallow. Courtney grinned at the response, but Kimmy didn't give herself time to see it. Once the moaning started, it quickly escalated in volume, the girly-boy hurrying closer to the Mommy Mouth. With her hand already off of her cock, she spread her feet to shoulder-width, leaning over the toy so far she had to plant her hand against the wall behind it, just about shoving her trembling dagger down it's throat as she stuck her tip into the tantalizing ring it's lips formed. Hanging her head back, urgently groaning and moaning at the top of her lungs, eyes shut and mouth agape, sweat glistening on her face and across her back, Kimmy worked just the one arm now, pumping herself with that faux-phallus from behind her hip, sliding that imitation lover deep up her void until she had her own toes curling.
Then, all at once, she grit her teeth, gave a frantic growl of exertion, and pulled the dildo free with a quiet pop, leaving behind a freshly stretched, gulping ring, glossy down to the backside of her beanbag with seeping lube. Courtney watched with bated breath as there was a moment of stillness, a hop jumping through Kimmy's meat with nothing to show for it. Then, as she gave a long, relieved sigh, face melting into an expression of utter bliss and fatigue, one long, syrupy tail of spunk started running from the end of her cock. Mostly semen, mostly transparent, the trail of creamy contents lasted but a few moments before tapering off into just alabaster globules, tiny pearls and clumps of rich seed sliding out of her slit to run and trickle into that milfy toy's opened mouth, patiently waiting for yet another generous gift from the working girls of the estate.
The longer Courtney watched Kimmy finish herself off, the more glazed her eyes became, the more her forehead shimmered with perspiration. She bit her lip for a couple seconds, staring at Kimmy's pillowy ass, the overstretched, oversized pucker winking from between, fit to accommodate even the most, ahem, gifted of the other maids. If the fraternization rule weren't there...Courtney gulped. Why, if the fraternization rule weren't there, Kimmy and that ass of her's would've been the perfect toy for the rest of the girls to pass around. Forget the jerk-off game, at the end of the day - just bend Kimmy over the end of a bed and let everyone take a crack at her, make the new girl squeal and whine, the bedframe creaking as lap slapped ass, balls smacked taint, stains ran down the foot of the bed-
Courtney desperately shuddered for Kimmy to move, both hands losing all coordination, sporadically pumping back and forth. Kimmy could barely get out of the way before Courtney was hurrying over, sliding the dildo from behind herself mid-shuffle, the damn thing just about shooting out of her from how tight the milfy t-girl couldn't help but clench. Forming a ring with just her index finger and thumb, pinky daintily extended all the while, she pulled her skin taut, easing down her greased shaft until she were gripping herself around the very root of her length. Kimmy watched, greedily drinking in every detail of Courtney's O-face, watching the way she briefly screwed her eyes shut, grit her teeth, and held her breath, loins scorched with the high of her incoming climax.
Then, all at once, all the tension on her face evaporated, mouth falling open as she sucked in a breath, exhaling a quick groan as she hung her head back. Kimmy bit her lip, clenching her hands into fists purely to prevent herself from grabbing her cock, all over again. She watched as the off-white trickle started up, rapidly dripping and running from Courtney's terribly neglected manhood, the poor thing just barely giving a little flex as it poured forth yet another under-stimulated orgasm. As the flow tapered off, Courtney gave a long, low groan, puffy lips pouting into a tiny pucker before she gave a visible shiver. Kimmy blinked a couple times, watching the way Courtney lightly flexed her meat, trying to dribble out whatever lingered inside...Then, took it a step further, lightly squeezing her meat before dragging up along her shaft, forcing out the last couple drops before they had a chance to turn her thong sticky.
Slowly getting her breathing under control, Courtney raised her eyebrows and glanced off over her shoulder, checking to make sure nobody was watching. Then, she tossed Kimmy a smile, breathlessly, if affectionately, cooing "Whew...That was wonderful...Okay, darling, we really must hurry along. Good job on another perfect game, I'm proud of you. Let's take a minute to wash up. I'll take the dildos back to the dorm, you can go on ahead to the canteen before me. Come - Eve's going to be by for the Mommy Mouth, any minute now!"
Kimmy's face immediately went perplexed. Why would Eve have anything to do with the sex toy? Little did Kimmy realize the final, tummy-gurgling surprise in store for her...
Beverly gave Kimmy a smile as she sat down next to her at the canteen table, pleasantly sandwiched into a free spot between her and Hitomi. Dinner was, by all accounts, delicious-looking if fairly ordinary, so Kimmy still couldn't understand why Eve would've had anything to do with the Mommy Mouth. Kimmy would've assumed the cook would've done...Something with it, in regards to dinner. But, if not, then what? Was she trusted to clean the thing, at the end of the day? Odd thing to leave to the cook, if you asked Kimmy. She would've expected that to be Beverly's responsibility, at the end of the day. Still, looking over her tray, Kimmy didn't think there were any lewd surprises, waiting for her.
There was a small bowl of soup, complete with a piece of buttered garlic bread to dip into it. There was a little cube of lasagna, a fruit cup, a tiny cup of fruit punch, and of course, one more yummy little packet of vitamins and supplements, something that had Kimmy's tummy tingling just to look at. More hormones, more girliness...More horniness. How could she say no, she giddily thought? Kimmy joined in with the rest in tearing open her packet, spilling free the pills within, and then downing them one by one with little mouthfuls of punch, sending each little body-morphing wonder down into her rumbling belly.
It wasn't long after that, of course, that Eve, the plump, jovial cook of House Venus, was suddenly stepping out from her kitchen with a big silver tray in her hands, carefully holding the platter with a cheery grin on her face. When Kimmy saw the transparent cups sitting overtop, one or two slowly spilling over the rim with froth, everything immediately clicked. Eyes widening like dinner plates, face flushing to a boiling scarlet, her ears burned as she crushed her thighs together, trembling hands balling up over her lap until she was squeezing fistfuls of her skirt. Oh. My. God. Shut up, that was not what she thought it was.
The lecherous grins that crept up on face after face had Kimmy's eyes darting hither and thither, the trap subtly clearing her throat as she tugged at her uniform's collar. Eve, tray expertly balanced between her hands, carried it on over, happily announcing "Okay, girls! You know the drill, Friday night. Here's your Spunkshakes! Go on ahead and drink up!"
"Fucking what," Kimmy blurted out, pupils shrinking to pinpricks. A couple of the other girls gave nasty little cackles, leering over at her.
Eve had a chortle at Kimmy's expense as she set the tray down in the middle of all the girls, eyes nearly closing like they usually did as her plump face split with a big, happy-go-lucky smile. "Your Spunkshake," she happily repeated, blurting out the words in lieu of a giggle. "Didn't anybody tell you you'd get one, at dinner?"
Beverly grinned a little, speaking up before anyone else could. "No, I specifically asked for nobody to spoil her," she excitedly explained.
Eve's expression opened up in understanding, the woman briefly tilting her head back, lips forming a little ring as she breathed out a simple "Oooh. Okay, then." Cracking another big smile, she gave Beverly a wink, then started glancing around at all the other maids, raising her eyebrows as she commented "Now, you girls enjoy, you hear? It was a pretty thick batch, this time. You all must've been pretty worked up, eh?"
"Well, I did my part," Shelly chuckled out.
"I had some good ones," Berri commented, a smug, self-satisfied smile on her face.
"Is somebody gonna explain what these things are before the tension kills me, or is it really as obvious as it seems," Kimmy blurted out, wide-eyed as she glanced left and right.
Beverly gave a little giggle, watching Eve turn and make back for her kitchen. When Kimmy felt the Head Maid's arm come up behind her, hand lightly resting against her back, a bit of anxiety drifted away, but all the same, she hung on every word. With a wide, warm smile, Beverly affectionately cooed "Surprise, Kimmy! All that cum we've been milking out, all those loads we were ruining? It was all getting collected in the Mommy Mouth's tummy, nice and fresh in this little container. But, it's such a waste to just get rid of it, right? So, every Friday for dinner, we have a Spunkshake - a nice, protein-packed, all-natural milkshake, made from everyone's cum." Beverly gave another giggle, harder, this time. Tilting her head to the side a bit, she added "Sounds yummy, right? I love this part of the game!"
Kimmy's chin gave a tremble as she gulped, mouth suddenly feeling dry. The tighter her skirt felt, the more she pulled it down, only escalating her discomfort twofold. N-No way. Her own cum was in there! She'd be swallowing down loads from everyone?...Even herself?
"Look at her blush," Clara quietly muttered, a savage, incisor-exposing grin on her face.
Hitomi looked over at her with a friendly smile, giving a little giggle before reassuring "Don't be shy, Kimmy, we all do it!"
Shelly was the first to reach for a glass. "I'm already rock-hard just thinking about it," she huskily remarked, a smirking grin on her face.
Everyone else started reaching for a glass, a moment later. When Hitomi pulled her's over, Kimmy's wide eyes locked on the milky surface of her cup like two magnets grabbing each other, drinking in the sight of that swirling, frothy off-white, part transparent and part...Not. Oh, God. All you'd have to do to give someone a massive facial was just toss the cup over - you'd blast them from forehead to chest! How many loads had gone into each cup?! If she and Courtney had gotten in five, and everyone else had gotten in at least three or four...Oh, fuck. That was a lot of splooge, all mixing together.
Berri brought her cup under her nose, delicately swirling it around like a glass of wine as she took in a smell. Her nose crinkled a little, but then she was smiling from ear to ear, clearing the bangs from her eyes in a clear sign of preparation. "Jeez, I think I can smell Clara in here," she chortled.
Clara's head recoiled backwards as she stifled a chuckle. "Enjoy," she taunted.
Aisha held up her glass, a little grin on her face as Courtney held up her own. With a gentle clinking of the rims, Aisha excitedly mumbled "Down the hatch!"
Kimmy's eyes crossed, focusing on Beverly's hand as she set a glass down in front of her. Reaching out to take the last one for herself, Beverly grinned and giggled, watching Kimmy's reaction as she delicately tapped the base of her glass to the rim of Kimmy's. "Cheers," she cooed. Kimmy's bottom lip kept quivering, ears burning all the hotter, hands refusing to budge from her lap. Some of the other girls started tipping their glasses back, but a couple couldn't help noticing Kimmy's reluctance, least of all Beverly. The Head Maid had been about to raise her glass to her lips when she paused, noticed Kimmy hadn't moved, and eased her glass back down. Instead of getting annoyed, though, big sis Bev started to smile. Kimmy just about gave a start when she felt a hand drift over her plump thigh, easing up her stocking until fingers brushed against her hand, impotently balled against her skirt.
Kimmy barely glanced over at Beverly, nostrils flaring. The pills were already starting to take effect, sending a cold sweat down her back. Without warning, she shot a hand up from under the table, reaching for her glass. "Oh, alright," she suddenly blurted out, snatching the thing so fast the murky, goopy contents nearly sloshed over the rim. Beverly grinned, tittering a lighthearted giggle infectious enough to make Kimmy's lips quiver into a big, sheepish smile. Beverly's hand didn't leave Kimmy's thigh as she tilted back her glass, gently stroking back and forth across her silken stocking, a toe-curling move that did nothing to stop the doorstopper lifting up her skirt. Kimmy, tummy tingling, brought her own glass over, eyes crossing as they followed it. Her nostrils flared: God, it smelled strong...Everyone's slop, all mixed together into a rich elixir. Pure lust, raw, undistilled...Bottom's up, Kimmy!
She brought her trembling lip to the rim, opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and started tipping it back, letting that frothy concoction start pouring free between her lips. Almost immediately, her eyes screwed shut tighter. As if the alien taste weren't enough, the smell blew up the back of her nostrils, blinding her to everything but spunk. God...Someone sitting at this table had salty fucking loads, because that was the first flavour that stood out, to Kimmy. Sure, she had tasted Hitomi's cum, before, but this...Christ. It was like she could taste every girl's personal flavour, mixed but not diluted, each fighting for a chance to take over. The warm, sticky broth poured across her tongue, pooled at the back of her mouth, and flooded around her teeth, and once Kimmy had enough, she closed her mouth, a dribble of goopy white running from her puckered lips down to her chin. Fuck, it smelled so strong, tasted so strong...
She couldn't get it down for a few seconds, but finally, her throat just about bulged as she forced the ichor down, sucking in a gasp for air right after. It clung to her throat on the way down, prompting her to give a little cough and try to clear her throat - the semen went down easily enough, but the stuff clinging to her throat, her teeth, well...There was only one alternative, and it had her face burning all the brighter. She used a finger to scoop the spunk back up from her chin, sucked her finger clean, then got in the rest of her glass, loudly gulping it down with yet another gasp for air. God, the aftertaste...Her skin itched, flushed hot, that aphrodisiacal tingling in her buds spreading from behind her nipples, following the spunk down to her tummy...Then coursed even lower, just about making her groan. Was she pre-ing, already? Fuck, she just couldn't keep her meat down, today! But, swallowing cum...All that cum!...How could she not get horny?...
Kimmy flicked her tongue against the rim of her glass a couple times, lapping up the last few sweet droplets, already too far gone to avoid savouring the ambrosia her coworkers had laboured so hard to coax out. Eyes glazed and staring off at nothing in particular, she put the glass down, trying not to pant as she helplessly preened her pigtails. Oh, God, she just wanted to strip naked - her skin was on fire, and she couldn't handle the feeling of this silk running across her! Smothering her crotch, torturing her nipples, riding up against her ass - get her out of this uniform!
Hitomi gave a tiny, probably rather interestingly-scented burp, eyes glassy as she brought the back of a hand to her mouth, mumbling to be excused. Kimmy could almost hear her belly gurgling...She could only hope the concoction agreed with the poor girl. Bad enough getting it down, you wouldn't want it coming back up, too.
Shelly, breathing a little hard, looked almost agitated as she put her glass down. The Aussie openly brought her free hand down under the table, fondling and groping the sizeable bulge she was no doubt sporting in those spandex shorts of her's, getting a good petting of her own joystick. "Aw, fuck, now I'm really turned on," she mumbled.
Aisha, eyebrows raised, daintily brought a hand over the center of her chest, lips pursed into a playful, if surprised, frown. Blinking a couple times in rapid succession, she gave one more hard gulp, then gently shook her head. After a cute little cough, she mumbled "Eve was right...Not very watery, this time...Whew..."
Courtney seemed to be trying to keep her composure, but Kimmy could see the faraway look in her eyes, the way she rubbed her tongue around against the roof of her mouth in a bid to savour the honey on it's way to her tummy. She slowly ran her tongue around her lips, idly looking down into her cup to see if there was much else left to swallow. Of course, the rather loud gurgling sound that abruptly interrupted the relative quiet had her brow furrowing in frustration, the milf glancing over with a little scowl. How immature!
Clara hadn't quite yet swallowed her last mouthful, and with a snap of her fingers, she had Berri's attention. Tilting her head back, she made the rather foolish mistake of trying to compete with Berri, gurgling her mouthful of spunk until frothy bubbles started rising up between her opened lips. Berri didn't take the challenge lying down. She struck a proud pose, chest puffing up as she put a fist to a hip. With a snap of her fingers right back at the redhead, she was tilting her head back, too, and gurgling even louder, pretty quickly sending her own share of bubbles over the edges of her mouth, rather shamelessly sending spunk leaking down her cheeks and chin. Clara furrowed her brow; Berri grinned, flashed her a peace sign, then swallowed and reached for a napkin.
Beverly steadily swallowed bit after bit, the corners of her lips always raised in a smile. Her expression showed no tension, no disagreement - evidently, the flavour agreed with her. Gazing over the rim of her glass at nothing in particular, she tilted her head further and further back until the last of it was running across her tongue. With a big, open-mouth grin, Beverly raised the glass above her face, tongue sticking out from her mouth as she watched the final few drops of semen, the final few globs of sperm, collect at the rim of her glass, falling off in drops directly against her creamed tongue. Once another drop couldn't come, she withdrew her long tongue, throat visibly flexing with a gulp. A big smile on her face, she gave a cute sigh, set her glass back down, and offered Kimmy a playful patting to her thigh before finally withdrawing her hand.
Eyes foggy with need, cleavage turning shimmery with perspiration, Beverly looked over and cooed "Not so bad, right, honey?"
Kimmy gave a wordless mumble, maybe a groan, and although it was definitely dazed, it sounded agreeable enough. The throbbing echoing through her lap pounded alongside her heartbeat, coursing feverishly through her body. Her ass felt empty, hungry, gulping at some phantom cock, trying to milk a boyfriend she wasn't seated over...Maybe it hadn't gotten it's fill of the dildo she had been using, not twenty minutes before. Her feet fidgeted and shifted about, heels squeaking against the floor as she went back to crushing her thighs together, not even bothering to try and tug down the tent lifting up her lap, anymore. Breathe shallow, Kimmy!...Don't breathe too deep, it makes your nipples rub against your silk dress! She bit on her lip, nostrils flaring as she huffed away, practically beside herself with horniness.
Her little boobies were getting more and more sensitive with every passing day, every passing meal, every packet of pills. They were so tender, so warm, so...Sensitive. She just wanted to tear off her uniform and cup herself, gently massage herself, maybe feel how hard her nipples were...Who knew, maybe one day she'd have milk like Courtney, too? Just the thought made Kimmy gulp.
That...That was actually really hot. At least the day was over, right? She'd be getting a jerk-off break, real soon! She'd finally be able to push herself over the edge and feel some hot, fresh slut-slime drizzle down the back of her hand, drip to her balls, and...Kimmy's eyelids flickered as she swayed in her seat. Would she even have the energy for a sixth load, tonight?...
Harret raised his eyebrows, his eyes gently shifting about through the car window next to him, smile spreading all the while. Full house, it looked like. Good! Should've been a fun time. Well...As fun as it could be with Brandy no doubt sullying his good name to any and every ear she could bend, at any rate. Still, if he had it his way, she wouldn't be doing it for much longer. As charismatic as she could be when she wanted to turn on the charm, he had more friends at this get-together than she did. Just one such friend had already called ahead to let him know that, just as planned, Brandy hadn't bothered to bring along her lawyer, nor did she seem to be aware that he had planned on going to the party, for that matter. Perfect recipe for some alone time, just the two of them. Perfect opportunity to squash this little melodramatic display, once and for all.
Sending his chauffeur off with instructions not to go too far, Harret made for the front door of the tall mansion, the dim sound of music and laughter radiating through the walls just like the light shining through every window. With a knock of the door, he was doing the meet n' greet, chuckling and smiling, shaking hands, the whole shebang. Coleman could really bring people together for a good shindig, and his home was certainly fabulous. It was just too bad he was too busy to throw them more often, but then again, his guests were all too busy to go to these sorts of things every other week, even with the stress of their work making it easy to try and find the time. He handed Coleman's wife his overcoat, briefly adjusting the fit of his suit sleeves before walking off into the den, a swagger in his step as he entered the makeshift dance floor.
With the lights low and the music catchy, couples danced and laughed, wallflowers drank and chatted with one another, and the appointed DJ looked through a tall stack of CDs, looking for choice songs to throw into Coleman's sizeable sound system. Harret said hi to a few people and had a couple chuckles, politely refusing a couple women who beckoned him to dance. Maybe some other time; he already had a dance partner slated, for the night. The mansion was packed, but he was sure he'd have no great difficulty spotting Brandy. He should've known she wouldn't be dancing, even if she had come with Harry on her arm. The excitement of life was lost on a bitter little pearl-clutcher like her.
No, she'd be further away, somewhere more quiet, somewhere more "civilized." He drifted through hallways, past pairs getting to know each other a little more privately, his smart dress shoes quietly tapping the floor with each step. A couple people said hi, he shook a couple more hands, but then he was stepping into the leisure rooms, attached to the kitchen...And, of course, the spectacular bottle displays within. He had barely stepped into one of the wide sitting rooms when a friend was saying hi, patting him on the shoulder, and leaning in, quietly muttering by his ear that Brandy was in the corner. She was already in rare form, throwing all kinds of accusations at him, making all kinds of assertions and exaggerations about his maid staff and his home situation, gleefully taking advantage of his absence to try and turn people against him. She'd be more than a little surprised to see him turn up mid-rant, no doubt.
Harret smiled, eyes shifting off to the side. True enough, there Brandy sat, nestled into the corner of a long, L-shaped couch hugging one corner of the sitting room, flanked by at least half a dozen people. Martini in hand and back straight, she was clearly leading the conversation, and judging by the way everyone was watching her, they were hanging on every word, enthralled by the spell her confident uttering wove through their ears. With her brow furrowed, she couldn't hide the nasty twist in her smile, at least not to him. Instead of making a beeline for her, however, he gave her a chance to notice him, more or less purely to see if it'd be enough to make her stop badmouthing him. He wandered into the adjoining kitchen, found the self-appointed barkeep, and had a White Russian mixed up for himself, taking just a couple sips before languidly tossing Brandy a look, a smile on his face all the while.
He had to admit, she looked pretty good, tonight. For once, she had her hair down, leaving it thrown out around her shoulders in a wavy blonde waterfall. She had on a form-fitting blue dress, sleeves loose and flowing, lower half tight around her legs down to nearly her ankles. A rather large amethyst broach was pinned to her chest, the purple marquise gemstone glittering above her left breast, encircled with an ornate, waving iron base. The gold, diamond bangles on her wrists matched the white makeup she wore, the light application of white eyeshadow and lipstick making her blue eyes seem all the brighter. The low light made her cheeks look a little more gaunt, her cheekbones a little more pronounced, but still...Good-looking woman, there had never been any doubt about that. Shame about her personality, though.
All at once, they met eyes.
Oh, she had noticed him, all right. She openly stared at him for a couple seconds, making eye contact from the next room, her prior smile suddenly quite absent. Still, she didn't stop talking about whatever had everyone wrapped around her little finger, and after a moment or two, she started looking left and right at her audience once again, her smile returning as she ignored him. Harret smiled wider. Now, wasn't this awkward? Bit of a surprise to see him, wasn't it? Drink in hand, ice cubes quietly clinking, he started making his way over. Brandy noticed he was coming halfway through, abruptly trailing off with her story as she watched him. Chin raised, eyes half-closed, she stared at him with her lips parted a crack, waiting for him to get closer before saying anything. Maybe, Harret thought, she was trying to warn him off, trying to tell him she was ready for him. Wasn't gonna dissuade him.
Eventually, her audience looked over out of confusion, and when they noticed who she was looking at, some of them seemed entertained, but most of them went visibly uncomfortable. Why? Could've been they had started to believe her. Could've been they saw a fight on the horizon. All the same, as soon as Harret was close enough that Brandy could address him without raising her voice over the background din of music, she said "David. A pleasure to see you, tonight. It's nice to see you can still find the time to have a bit of fun in the nightlife."
He smiled. "Oh, pleasure to see you, as well, Brandy. In fact, I'm glad I could run into you, tonight. I was hoping I might have a word with you."
"Were you," Brandy chirped, the corners of her mouth flickering upwards. Raising an eyebrow, her eyes subtly shifted around past his sides, the woman slowly, knowingly, asking "No date, David? You didn't bring..." She momentarily dropped her voice to a distracted mumble, a hint of condescension oozing up into her tone. "...Ugh, what was her name, again? Miss Rotermund, was it?"
Harret smiled wider, eyes easing half-closed. "Beverly's looking after the estate while I'm gone," he simply said. "No need to get jealous. My company's free, for the night."
Brandy smiled, again. Her brow subtly flickered down before relaxing. Lightly raising her eyebrows, she audibly held back a snicker as she remarked "How's the narcolepsy treating you?"
Harret took a sip of his drink, glancing skyward at the same time. As he eased his glass back down, he gently waved it off to the side as he slipped his other hand into a pocket, lightheartedly commenting "For the last time, I don't have narcolepsy. If I occasionally have trouble staying awake, it's because I work harder than you'll ever know, what with being the perennial "lady of leisure" you are."
"Well, this has been fun," Brandy abruptly derailed with a patently forced grin, "but if you'll excuse me, I was in the middle of chatting with these fine folk. Nice seeing you again, David."
Brandy opened her mouth and turned her head, but before she could get out a single syllable, Harret was smiling from ear to ear, slowly shrugging with his eyebrows as he playfully offered "Let's not play games, Brandy. I'd like a chance to speak with you in private, and I think you'd like to do the same, too." Raising his eyebrows, eyes a little more alert, he gestured off to the side with his free hand. Politely, he offered "Shall we?"
Brandy looked back over at him, sizing him up. The members of her audience slowly glanced back and forth between the two. Man and woman watched each other for a couple seconds in silence, but eventually, Brandy raised her martini glass and took a sip. Casually, she started to rise, calmly answering "If you insist."
He lightly raised his eyebrows, locking eyes with her as she walked past him, the woman taking yet another sip of her drink in the process. He turned and followed after her as she led him along, neither of them speaking a word until she had guided him outside through a rear door, stepping out onto the estate's rather elaborate terrace. Taking in a deep breath of the cool night air, Brandy swiftly turned around to face him, eyes alert as she crossed her free arm over her chest until she could hold the other arm's elbow. Letting her martini glass hover by her chin, she shrugged with her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth barely raised. The forced friendliness drained from her tone, she was nonetheless surprisingly polite as she asked "What's this all about, David? I didn't come here to see you, tonight."
"No, but you certainly did come to talk about me, didn't you," he patiently asserted, all smiles likewise drained from his face.
She barely furrowed her brow, dropping her chin as she answered "It's a free country. I'm entitled to speak about you if I want. Besides, people deserve to know what you've been getting up to. You aren't the man they thought you were."
"So says you," he calmly replied. Eyes easing half-closed, he added "I didn't come here, tonight, to socialize, Brandy. I came here because it's high time we ended this little squabble. It's gone on for too long. Now we're both starting to look silly in front of everyone."
She barely tilted her head to the side, hips delicately twisting for a second, hand giving a couple revolutions to thoughtfully swirl her martini about her glass. "I don't see what there is to talk about, David. Anything that could be said, our lawyers can say it to each other."
He raised his eyebrows, losing the final smile he'd bother faking for her, that night. Even though he knew her pride would probably get the better of her if she felt like he were threatening her, he nonetheless made his offer the only way he could, if only for her own sake. "Brandy, I'm going to give you an out," he firmly uttered, all but forgetting the drink in his hand. "I'd think very carefully about this offer, because this is your only opportunity to take advantage of it. I'm willing to pay you to the effect of one million dollars if you drop this issue and stop trying to stir up trouble, for me. Not a penny more, not a penny less."
Brandy's brow furrowed hard, face splitting with a nasty smile. "Oh hoh," she airily chuckled. "That sounds like an admission of guilt, to me."
"Hardly," Harret dryly uttered. "Are you going to take the offer, or refuse?"
She haughtily raised her eyebrows. "I refuse," she confidently muttered. Narrowing an eye, she took a little step closer to him, heel clicking the terrace floor as she added "Why would I settle for a paltry million dollars when it'd be so much more satisfying, seeing you go utterly bankrupt pouring all of your money into your employees? A million dollars is a drop in the pond, for you. It's a drop in the pond for me. After the way you humiliated me, it's the least you deserve. After however much time spent abusing your sex slaves, they're due for some compensation, wouldn't you agree?"
"First of all," Harret muttered, "I pay them excellently. They make wages, twenty-five dollars an hour - several of them have earned raises above and beyond that. Second of all, cut the "sex slave" crap. You and I both know you don't really believe that. There's nobody here for you to fool, Brandy. I don't force anyone to do anything."
Brandy raised her eyebrows high, giving him a cocky smirk. There was a moment of silence, of hesitation, before Brandy was finally blurting out "Fine. So, maybe you aren't twisting their arms, and maybe you aren't passing them out to your friends - I've done enough digging with Harry's friends to find out how protective you are of your staff. But that doesn't mean it isn't a sick joke, a sick manipulation, to have them dressing the way they do, prancing around in front of all your guests. And, why nothing but women? It smacks of chauvinism, even misogyny. You're using them for eye candy, for yourself and, in some macho display, your colleagues. How those women can stand to go along with it is beyond me. Maybe they're the sort to swap pride for money, but if that's the case, they should be singing my praises when I demolish you and spread the wealth."
"Is that all," Harret prodded, briefly furrowing his brow. He briefly glanced past her head in frustration, slipping a hand back into a jacket pocket as he accused "And I suppose your aspirations of running for the state senate have nothing to do with this, then?"
Brandy raised her eyebrows, smiled from ear to ear, and purred "Well, a victory would certainly help my chances, wouldn't you agree? It would lend me some more legitimacy, especially considering I'd be espousing women's rights. You'd be my sacrificial lamb, David - you'd help me rise. A fitting end to our relationship, don't you think? Rest assured, after I win my case against you, you'll never hear from me, again."
Harret started to smile, a little. Narrowing an eye, he quietly taunted "...It must've really torn you up inside, seeing I wasn't lacking for female affection. It must've crushed you, seeing I had so many lady friends. They were all so free with their sex, giving away the commodity you hoarded so hard. So many beautiful women, all too happy to dress sexily - so many choices for me to make besides you."
Brandy's eyelid twitched.
Harret furrowed his brow a little, twisting the knife by muttering "I've been friends and colleagues with Harry for years. I've known him a lot longer than you have, and I've seen the way you've cut him off from everyone. You're so jealous and possessive of the guy, he's practically scared to talk to other women even without you around. Furthermore, you've started to get him alienated by his friends - I'm one of the last ones he has, by this point. Finding out that I was not, in fact, a lonely, friendless doctor like him must've twisted you in ways you never even knew you could feel. I'm sorry you couldn't be the only woman in my life, Brandy, but this vendetta you've been holding on to is getting ridiculous. It's time to move on."
She was quiet for a moment, locking eyes with him. Eventually, she blinked, her throat giving the tiniest flex in a little gulp. "...Why didn't you want me," she finally asked, the words like bitter poison for her to spit.
He couldn't help but look a little surprised, expression opening up a hint as he went off-kilt.
Once she started, she couldn't stop. The anger, the bitterness, all the vitriol and cockiness, it all drained from her face. As soon as he had chiselled that first crack in her defences, things got out of hand, fast. "I thought you were perfect," she asserted. "I did everything I could to get you to notice me, but you hardly ever even spoke to me. Do you have any idea what that's like, to want someone's attention so badly? You wouldn't give it to me, you barely even seemed to notice I existed - me!" She narrowed her eyes in an upset outrage. "What was wrong with you? What was wrong with me? I did everything I could to make it clear I was interested, but I didn't even seem to intrigue you! I hate making the first move, it isn't a woman's place to pursue - it's her place to be pursued. Don't you have an old-fashioned bone in your body?"
Harret's lips settled into a flat line, composure returning as he listened. Mostly absentmindedly, he raised his glass, taking a larger than usual sip of his drink.
Bitterness returning, she furrowed her brow a little, muttering "I didn't get where I am by giving up at the first bit of hardship. You should know me well enough by now that that's no surprise. So, yes, as amusing as it must've been, as amusing as it must still be in hindsight, I tried to make the first move, and...Maybe the martinis made me come on a little strong." Brow furrowing deeper, she more emotionally asserted "You should've taken it as a compliment. You didn't have to shoot me down the way you did, you bastard. I've never been rejected before, least of all in front of so many people - you humiliated me."
Eyes turning colder and colder, Brandy's lip gave a quiver, but she kept her voice steady as she uttered "I thought I might've even been falling in love, David. I hadn't thought about anyone as much as you since I was a teenager. Harry doesn't fuckin' matter to me, David - you did. Do you think you're better than me?...Do you think I'm beneath you?"
"No, I don't," he simply said, a little quietly. He really didn't.
She didn't seem to hear him. Dew welling up in her eyes, she spoke quietly, vindictively. "So, yes. I'm very ready to topple you, David. I'll ruin you, I'll ruin your name, your reputation - I can't possibly hurt you worse than you did me. I don't want your money, and I couldn't care less about those stupid Barbie dolls you have working for you. I don't even care if you want to get them hooked on drugs. I'm going to put you down in the dirt, step over you, and get somewhere better, and when I do, you'll be so demolished, you'd beg to have a woman like me, in your life. But, it's gonna be too late, because once I get mine, I'm gonna forget all about you, and maybe in the Senate, I'll be able to stop men like you from having their little playtime with toys they can control instead of going out and meeting real women, in the real world."
A trickle crept from the corner of an eye as, in a crushed voice, she mumbled "You're pathetic."
Harret just watched her eyes, for a couple seconds. She didn't say anything, but when the tremble in her chin grew too much to bear, she dropped her head. He took it as a clear sign, but all the same, he waited to make sure she was through before he wearily, quietly, explained "...Brandy, I tried to give you an out. If you don't want it, that's your choice. But, I'm warning you now - if we go to court, I'm going to humiliate you. Your entire case hinges on paperwork from my firm, paperwork I highly doubt you'll be getting in time for whatever court date you might try to set. You have no reliable testimonies in the wings, you're not a medical professional with an opinion to be trusted, you haven't been able to get a drug test ordered for my staff, and I can prove beyond a shadow of a doubt you have cause for a personal vendetta."
"How do you figure," she accusingly demanded, raising her head back up with a renewed fervour in her eyes, a bitter twist in her mouth. "Witnesses? Friends? I can prove their testimonies are biased. Two can play that game."
Harret gave a slow sigh through his nose. Reaching up, he took one lapel of his suit jacket and turned it to the side. Brandy's eyes dropped, and then, her entire body went stiff. She almost didn't seem to be able to comprehend what she was seeing. Harret let go of his lapel, letting the tiny microphone taped to the underside ease back against his shirt. Quietly, he muttered "With a recording of everything you've said, so far. That's how. You're finished, Brandy. On top of everything else, this confession will be more than enough to get your case thrown out of court. If you don't drop this, then by all means, we can go through with the farce, but I'll push for you to pay my legal fees, as well, and then potentially even countersue for libel. If turning down your advances was humiliating enough, how much is it going to sting to have this blow up in your face, too? It's over, Brandy. Let it go."
She was quiet for an uncomfortably long time, but he refused to walk away until she acknowledged the reality staring her in the face. Eventually, a couple more teardrops ran from her eyes. After a little sniffle, she dropped her chin again, lowered her arm, and let her martini glass hang from her fingertips. "...Why weren't you interested," she barely managed to mumble. "Why didn't you want me?...Just tell me, already."
The tired look in Harret's eyes softened. Was that really the closure she needed? "...You're a beautiful woman, Brandy. You can be very charming, when you want to be. You're a woman a man could be proud to show off. You're cultured, sophisticated, intelligent...But you're also manipulative, controlling, and catty. There just wasn't any chemistry between us. I want you out of my life, and I want it now. We go our separate ways, effective immediately." She didn't say anything, and after a couple seconds of silence, he tried to offer "...I'm sorry. You'll make somebody very happy, some day...And, they'll make you happy, too."
She raised a hand and covered her eyes, lips twisting as she fought to keep her breathing steady. Harret quietly turned and left without another moment of deliberation. She dropped her hand and watched him go, eyes red and wet. She got her breathing steady, quaffing the rest of her martini in one go before looking off at nothing in particular, trying to relax her throat.
Harret drained his drink, collected his overcoat, and called for his chauffeur, trying to steady his breathing, to will the adrenaline out of his pounding heart, as he waited outside the mansion. He pulled his bow tie loose with a sigh and undid the top couple buttons of his dress shirt, freeing himself up to get some air. He didn't know if this recording would actually be admissible in a court of law, and he didn't know if Brandy knew the answer, either. He didn't know if she realized just how close she had actually come to ruining him. All she would've had to do to win this thing was keep her composure and approach the situation a bit more affably, and the right people might've been willing to cooperate.
Instead, her real motivator, her vitriol towards him, had weighed her down. Hopefully, it was a lesson she never learned. If he never had to deal with someone coming that close to destroying him ever again, it'd be too soon.
"...Good job, girls," Beverly sighed, collecting the last of the transparent cocksleeves, each sprinkled inside with what little cum each of the maids could muster up after a day of milking. Tossing them all into a big laundry hamper, spent and flagging hard-on swinging and swaying over her lap with every step, she looked around at all of the panting, afterglow-ridden maids, proudly holding out her hamper. With a big smile, she cooed "Alright, girls, you know the routine. Everyone, get your uniforms together and toss them into the basket. It's about time they got washed, don't you think? You can go back to your regular clothes, tomorrow. You hear that, Kimmy?"
A couple weary grumbles and sighs of agreement rose up, but all the same, everyone groggily sat up and started rounding up their uniforms, shuffling their way over until they could dump them into the basket, one by one. Some, apparently too lethargic to pull themselves out of bed, just bundled up their uniforms into a tight ball and, upon getting Beverly's attention, tossed it over. When their aim was off, Beverly would shoot the hamper over, catching the clothing-basketball with a smirk. Kimmy, wiping the back of a hand across her forehead, made her way over, curiously mumbling "Huh? We don't have to wear our uniforms, tomorrow? Why's that? What's the game gonna be?"
Beverly gave her a warm smile. With a notably down-to-earth tone instead of her usual bubbliness, she lightly explained "Oh, it's just Obedience Training Day. I didn't mention it, before? Don't worry, sweetie. It's really not as rough as you might think."
A few of the other girls started to smile, and Kimmy couldn't help but notice how legitimate they seemed, how there wasn't a hint of mischief or giddiness to be seen amongst any of them. Aisha rubbed Kimmy's shoulder, softly explaining "It's more or less a rest day, for us. Feel like sleeping in?"
Kimmy's eyes widened. Immediately, she blurted out "Boy, do I!"
Beverly grinned and giggled. "No alarm, Saturday morning. Sleep in as late as you want. There's no schedule, hon."
Last day of the week, coming up. She had always known Kimmy would make it!
~~End of Ch. 12~~
Chapter 13: Saturday - Obedience Training
Chapter Text
Kimmy's Maid Training
Part III ‑ "Freedom"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: July 13, 2018
Over the span of what fuzzily felt like an hour, Kimmy lingered half-asleep, drifting in and out of the darkness with every languid roll she gave over her sides. Just a lazy Saturday morning...No alarm, no sun, nobody shaking her shoulder, nothing at all to intrude upon her rest. Occasionally, she might pick out the sound of some quiet mumbling, or even the pitter-patter of bare feet heading for the door, but other than that, Kimmy had her first truly restful morning ever since she had taken on the damn job. Whoever had workshopped the idea of actually letting the girls sleep in on their last day of the week was a saint.
Well, that or an evil genius, considering it was Obedience Training Day; nothing inspired graciousness like a good night's rest, after all.
Inevitably, she drifted too near the surface to ignore the chirping of birds through the dormitory windows, the pull of gravity keeping her rooted in bed. Reality tried seeping into place, and once she had conceded defeat, her eyelids drifted open. The shades had only opened partway that morning, leaving the dorm in a nice, shadowy dim. After a few deep breaths and quivering stretches, Kimmy ran a hand through her hair and sat up, letting the sheets drop down to a rise over her lap. Peering around in the low light, she did a quick headcount, taking stock of which coworkers were sensible enough to sleep in. Who were the real cool kids, here, the ones who wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth?
Oof, not looking good, out there. Most of the other beds were empty but for a few huddled shapes, persevering in silence for a few more winks. Aisha, just next to her, was one of them, straddling a body pillow with the sheets pulled all the way up to her eyes. Beverly was gone from the looks of it, and so was Courtney, for that matter. Shelly, though, was still in bed, sprawled out on her back with her arms up by her head. Berri and Hitomi were both long gone, and so was Clara, unfortunately; Kimmy wouldn't have minded a chance to see that shortstack redhead's primed torpedo swinging around, that morning.
Kimmy gave it a minute, rubbing at her eyes and yawning out the last of the fatigue before sliding out of bed. With another quick shake of her hair, she made for the door, as naked as the day she was born. Time for another day...The last day of her first week at House Venus. What a wild ride it had been.
Of course, as luck would have it, in the time it took Kimmy to clear the cobwebs from her head and get on her feet, Shelly had already gotten started with her own wake-up activity. Imagine Kimmy's surprise, then, when she glances over and just about stumbles to a stop, mouth gaping at the sight before her: that toned, dirty blonde Aussie, stretched out on her back, sheets slid down to her knees, one hand behind her head and one down on that thick prick, pumping so hard those heavy balls of her's were bouncing around between her thighs.
Kimmy stared as her shaking arm sent ripples and jostles through one of her tits, just about mesmerized by the hard nipple capping that big areola. With her eyes closed and her mouth contorting into rings and grimaces, she must've been thinking over something or other, something that really got her motor running, clearly. Dear lord, if Kimmy hadn't been sporting a raging case of morning wood before, she was definitely firing on all cylinders, now.
Kimmy just stood there and watched for a minute, never announcing herself, never commenting, just spacing out like the horny little minx she was, trying her best to figure out what the angle was, what the catch was. There had been no alarm, and they had been able to just sleep in...Beverly had mentioned that Saturday was mostly a rest day, too, that there wasn't even a schedule. With that in mind, all Kimmy could wonder was: exactly how lax were the rules, for her last day of the week? Was, uh...Hey, h-how 'bout that fraternization rule, huh? Was that suspended, even a little, maybe?
Gulp. Get a move on, girl!
Kimmy beat feet, quietly skipping her way over to the dorm door before Shelly had even gotten started waxing that pole. The hallways were quiet all the way up to the changing rooms, and when Kimmy found even the showers quiet, too, she started keeping an eye out for clocks; just how late had she slept in, she wondered? Hey, nobody's allowed to give her crap, okay? Beverly told her there'd be no alarm, she has an excuse!
In spite of all the things she told herself, walking into the changing room and hearing not a single shower running, not a single bit of background chitchat, was no less surreal. Still, she couldn't have been far behind everyone, she thought; the floor tiles were still damp, and the air still had a sort of warm humidity to it. Looking around on her way to the showers, Kimmy immediately cracked a smile and slowed to a stop, eyes locked on the first person she had caught up to: Clara.
One towel wrapped around her body from the collar bones down, another had been wrapped around her red locks in the ever-fetching towel crown look, keeping her hair safely out of the way before she moved on to the array of hair care products lined up along the huge vanity in front of her. The amber eyes of Clara's reflection shifted to the side and locked on Kimmy's, a laidback smile creeping up on her as she said "Hey, you just wake up now?"
Kimmy nodded, cheerily joking "Yeah, I guess I'm not getting any more sleep. God, I can't tell you how much I miss sleeping in. At this point, the only thing keeping me from coming back after my first week is the morning alarm."
Clara's smile split into a grin as she fought back a chuckle. Fingers dabbing into a little jar of skin cream, she nodded her chin up at Kimmy, asking "Anyone close behind you, you figure, or are they all still out cold?"
Kimmy shrugged, trying her best to frown away her grin. "I think Sheila's getting up," she coyly hinted.
This time, Clara couldn't help but hang her head back and snicker. Dabbing skin cream across her cheekbones, she joked "Why am I not surprised? I guess it's officially routine, now."
Kimmy, bless her heart, did her very best to look sassy, what with the birthday suit and all. She held her hips and shifted her weight to one foot, an eyebrow cocking up to match the crooked slant in her smile. Gossip time!
"Oh, wait, what? She's been doing that for a while, now, huh?"
Clara spun around on a heel and sat against the edge of the sink, a giant grin splitting her face. Dabbing her moisturizer across her forehead, she earnestly insisted "I mean, she's been here twice as long as me, right, but Court's told me that, at first, Sheila would just kinda leave early, on Saturdays. Y'know, no big deal: her boyfriend comes early to pick her up, Harret cuts Sheila her cheque for the week, they go home, the rest of us hang out, yadda yadda. That went on for about a month or two before she started hanging around for longer, y'know, just relaxing and unwinding in this gorgeous mansion before heading home."
The petite bombshell held back a guffaw as best she could, nearly doubling over as she gushed "But a couple weeks ago, she started getting wild, Saturday mornings - and I mean really wild! She'd be in there beating her meat for so long, Beverly would make her clean her sheets, again, before going home!"
Kimmy's jaw dropped open. Eyebrows rising, she groaned "You're kidding me." Christ, she knew Shelly got messy at the end, but c'mon!
Clara snickered, those puffy lips of her's easing into an oh-so-smug smile. With a devilish little shrug, she muttered "Oh, well. I think it's good. Yeah. Y'know? It just means she's too horny to help herself, anymore." Swiping skin cream along her jaw and chin, she innocently added "I mean, apparently she was kind of squeamish about fooling around with anyone other than her boyfriend, at first. I mean, she got over it eventually, clearly, but still, there's boundaries you set, y'know? I think, for her, getting off here on Saturdays was crossing the line into "real" cheating. So, it's nice to see her letting go and doing her usual routine."
Rubbing cream into her cheeks, Clara gave Kimmy a knowing look, asking "But, you've probably heard that story, by now. Everyone gossips, I know, trust me. Berri's terrible at it."
Kimmy grinned, a chortle jumping out of her as she drifted closer to the showers. All Clara needed to get talkative, for once, was a story. "I hadn't, actually, but that's okay. I like where Shelly's at right now, just fine."
Clara grinned, gave an exaggerated nod, looked off into the distance, and droned "Nice and horny."
Kimmy burst out into snickers, the greenhorn maid waving away the remark with a "I meant fun" muttered under her breath. Sure you did, sweetheart. Surely it has nothing to do with Shelly being your perfect shemale daddy, right?...
Clara made sure to call after her before it slipped her mind, telling Kimmy she could probably find everyone afterwards either in the canteen or the leisure room, a spot Kimmy had spent tragically little time inside of during her time on the job. At the very least, she had managed to get inside of the room a couple times over the course of the week...Just to clean, of course, but still, it had been more than enough to give her an idea of exactly the kind of laidback hangout she could've been missing out on. Cuddling with a bunch of bethonged beauties on the couch, for a movie? Scrub up, girl, quick!
By the time Kimmy had stepped back out and grabbed a towel, Clara was just about out the door, but Kimmy managed to stop her long enough to ask "Wait, hold up, Clara. Um, so...Is there anything important I should know about today? C'mon, gimme some insider knowledge."
Clara smiled at the doorway, arched an eyebrow, and dryly remarked "Well, it's payday."
Kimmy gave her an openly impatient look at the drop of a hat, more for a gag than anything else. "I meant about the sex game," she hissed, much to Clara's muted delight.
Loosening her towel-gown a little, Clara gave a shrug, more earnestly commenting "What's there to know? Just chill out for a while, then go home. You don't even have to wear your uniform, in fact, Bev's probably already yoinked it for a washing. She gets up early no matter what day it is, and she can ninja her way around that dorm when she wants to."
Kimmy's face went blank, then regained composure. "Well, what am I supposed to wear, then?"
With a shrug, a pout of her lip, and a roll of her eyes, Clara turned into the open doorway, bluntly pointing out "Well, whatever you first came here to work in is a pretty good guess. Y'know, just sayin'."
Kimmy shrank. Oh, God, please. Don't do this to her. Last thing she wanted to do was pull on those old clothes. That wasn't her, anymore, and she didn't even want to feel what it used to be like. Shit, there must've been something else!...
Turned out, there certainly was. After tiptoeing back into the dorm and looking around, ignoring Shelly's ongoing diversion all the while, she discovered that Clara had been right: her uniform, frilly pink underwear included, had disappeared. The only things she had left to wear were that plain white button-up and a plain pair of asphalt gray dress pants, not to mention those...Urgh...Tighty-whiteys she had worn, coming to the mansion for the first time. It made her squeamish, but...Unless she was going to bus home in the buff, she'd better get looking around for something to borrow. One of the other girls must've had a spare pair of panties lying around, right?
She would've just asked Shelly, but knowing her luck, she would've either woken somebody up in the process, or had Shelly conveniently popping her top at an unlucky angle the very moment she opened her mouth - perish the thought! Kimmy glanced around, busy looking for an alternative when the thought struck her: if there was anyone who'd let her borrow from them, if there was anyone Kimmy wanted to borrow this sort of thing from, it'd be Bev. Granted, she probably would've been swimming in the curvaceous Aryan's outfits, but it'd definitely be a lot more modest, and fun, than strutting about in the buff like a shameless tyke.
Kimmy could barely keep her hands from trembling as she crept over and knelt down by Beverly's bedside table, feeling all too justified and oh so very excited at exploring some of the bubbly blonde's personal space. What, pray tell, might she discover? What secrets might be unearthed in this most sacred of boxes? Ooh, she was giddy just thinking about it!...And yet, when she reached for the handle, a shift passed through her grin. Her hand paused, and for a moment, a note of guilt actually managed to creep through her red-blooded excitement.
Hold on a second, this was Beverly, we're talking about. The Beverly, big sis Bev who had been there for her from the start. Didn't Kimmy respect her more than to rummage around through her belongings?
She didn't have much of an option, though...Everyone else was either asleep, out, or in Shelly's case, preoccupied. Still, Kimmy gave it a shot. She glanced under Bev's bed, hoping for maybe some old pair of underwear that had managed to escape a wash - dear lord, honey, don't think about smelling them, contain yourself - but, no dice. She probably should've expected the Head Maid to keep things tidy, eh? Kimmy made a reluctant face as she considered just swallowing her apprehension and going to Shelly. What's the worst that could really happen, right? Not like she honestly expected the randy sheila to casually projectile spunk across her face the moment she walked over, after all.
Kimmy's ears pricked up as Shelly gave a husky grunt, in the background. Mm, y'never know.
Okay then, her gut instinct had been right, all along: no choice but to forage, unless she'd rather go around in the buff until she could ask Harret to loan her some clothes until the next work week. Hey, at least she had tried to reconsider, right? If Beverly got upset with her afterwards, Kimmy would just explain and apologize. She was sure she'd be forgiven...Barring the discovery of some deep, dark, horrible secret, oooh! Kimmy's giddy grin returned with a vengeance. That does it, she can't take it, anymore!
Kimmy pulled the bedside table open, eyes darting around at everything inside, an organized mess that made at least some sense to Kimmy's untrained eye. Given her prestige and history as the first maid at House Venus, it made sense Bev's workspace, as it were, would be packed, but there was almost more in that little Pandora's Box than Kimmy could recognize without actually reaching in and pulling things out to look at. Should probably get a lock on the drawer, or something...No wonder Berri could just swipe anybody's stuff whenever she felt like "borrowing" something: all she had to do was be in the room when nobody was looking, really.
Speaking of, one of the first things Kimmy noticed was a laptop tucked into one compartment, resting overtop a cutesy pink backpack covered in buttons and flair. It was just asking for trouble, Kimmy thought: honestly, the only thing that would've stopped Berri from nabbing that thing and at least cruising through Beverly's porn collection was the no doubt complicated password. Next to that one large compartment with the laptop, however, were several wide cubby holes filled with tight stacks of clothing, the dazzling array of colours and different materials leaving Kimmy guessing at a glance what sort of outfits they were: naughty, or nice?...Probably naughty, she thought. Lots and lots of naughty. Purr.
Pictures had been taped to the inside walls of the bedside table, including a couple on the inner side of the door, itself. Naturally, Kimmy couldn't help but look them all over, and even though almost all of them just seemed to be more work-oriented pictures of House Venus, Harret, and the girls, a warm feeling filled the pit of Kimmy's stomach, all the same. Some of the pictures went all the way back to when it had just been her and Harret, but Kimmy quickly noticed the way the group grew bigger with every couple pictures all the way up to Hitomi joining just a few weeks prior. Some of the older pictures, there...Kimmy could barely recognize some of the girls. Seeing their transformations over the course of all the pictures was stunning, if nothing else. It was kinda funny, actually, seeing a few of the girls seriously boob out from one picture to the next.
One of the pictures had Kimmy lingering, though: it was Beverly, outside of work. It was startling seeing her out of uniform, if Kimmy was being honest. The picture must've been halfway recent, too, considering she had already become the voluptuous beauty Kimmy knew and worshipped. She was sitting on a chair somewhere outside, maybe somebody's backyard, with a big grin on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. With her thick, blonde locks down around her shoulders, she was wearing sparkling pink eyeshadow and a matching lipstick, big pink-striped-purple hoops for earrings, a designer white blouse stretched in all the right places, and a pleated little purple skirt, hands on her knees as she sat perky and chipper.
Kimmy just gazed, smiling to herself. She was so beautiful, and she always seemed to be having fun...Kimmy wished she could have a copy of the picture, maybe just to cheer her up on rainy days, but she knew there was a little more to it than just that. She wished she could be more like Beverly, in general. She had admired her from the very moment Bev had first opened that door and said hi, to her. Bev was the first person who had really understood where she was coming from, who hadn't made her feel like she needed to turtle up. Her body steadily deflated as the sigh drifted out of her. She was just so tired of hiding it, all the time...Maybe she should just live at House Venus, too. Then she could just be with Beverly all the time, right?
Kimmy wasted minutes looking at the pictures, zoning out until the dorm door abruptly opened and footsteps walked on in. Her heart instantly started racing as panic set in, as the guilt of what she was doing came back, turning her veins to ice as she jumped up to her feet, too caught off-guard to even shut Beverly's bedside table. To make matters worse, when Kimmy heard the voice at the door, she started trembling: it was Bev! Holy fuck, why was her luck so astronomically shitty?!
Once she spun around and looked over, though, she stayed locked up like a deer in headlights. Oh, God, Bev was baring so much skin, today - didn't she have any clothes to change into? Hey, not that Kimmy was complaining, mind you. Don't get it twisted, seeing all that silky skin on display was heavenly, but it was the absolute epitome of "I don't care, it's a lazy day at home" - besides a cherry red thong that might as well have been a speedo, Beverly wasn't wearing a damn thing, not even pasties to cover up the nips. Kimmy's eyes could've crossed at just seeing Bev from the side. From her spot by the bed, she had a nice view of all her curves, all her assets, all of her hourglass...Damn it, Bev, play fair!
At first, Beverly used a singsong voice, but halfway through she chuckled under her breath and dropped the playful act: "Ohhh, Sheila? You're not gonna get your sheets all sticky again, are you? 'Cause if you do, you know I'm gonna make you wash them before you leave for the week, right? You really wanna come back to a spunky bed?"
Hey! You're spacing out at precisely the wrong moment, Kimmy!
She tried willing herself to move but just couldn't find the strength, mouth gaping as she stood by the bed, staring wide-eyed at Beverly. Oh fuck, she was so totally busted. Any second now, she'd get caught. The only reason why Beverly hadn't noticed her straight away was because of how close she was to the wall, just by the door. Ignore your instincts, keeping still like a rabbit won't make you invisible. Just move, girl!
Shelly started grunting a little more frequently, a little more intensely. "O-Okay, almost there," she huskily groaned.
Beverly smiled from ear to ear, gently arching her eyebrows. Obviously holding back a giggle, she held her hips and teased "And let's just leave it at the one this morning, 'kay? Save some for your boyfriend!"
"Uhhng, hnng! Ohhh fuuuck-!"
Guess that was the magic thing Shelly needed to hear. Kimmy's face steadily turned more and more red, tummy tingling at the sounds until, quite suddenly, Beverly turned to the side on her way back out the door, eyes widening when she abruptly spotted the naked girl at her bedside table. When her eyes darted down, Kimmy's hands naturally shifted to cover her crotch, but as it turned out, that wasn't where Beverly was looking. When she noticed her opened bedside table, her brow furrowed a hint, voice rising as she blurted out "Kimmy, what the hell are you doing?"
Kimmy's eyes widened, stomach sinking like a rock. Last time she had heard Beverly talk like that was with Brandy. Hearing it directed towards herself had her shivering. She almost felt tongue-tied, but the fear made her spill her guts in an instant. "I'm sorry," she blurted back, "I just wanted to borrow something to wear, I didn't know who else to go to!" The look on Beverly's face softened, especially when Kimmy worriedly whined "I just didn't wanna wear my old clothes back home, they're so ugly and awful, a-and I thought you'd share if I asked, which I know I didn't, but I'm sorry and I didn't mean to go through your stuff I just-"
Beverly started smiling halfway through the babbling, eyebrows slowly rising until she grinned, chuckled, and cut Kimmy off. "Okay, sweetheart, relax, I believe you," she nurturingly cooed.
"Coulda just asked me," Shelly grunted, almost inaudible from across the dorm.
With Shelly's panting acting as background noise to their little tete-a-tete, the tall blonde went right up to Kimmy, gently held either side of her face, and looked down into her eyes, murmuring "Breathe, honey. I'm not mad at you, just...You know, don't go through my things without asking first, okay? That's all."
Kimmy nodded, dew in her eyelashes. Bev holding her, like this, had her tummy tingling...
Beverly smiled wide enough to have her eyes easing half-closed. "So, you want something to wear home, huh? Something cute, maybe?"
Lip pouting a little, Kimmy gave another quiet nod. She was so close, and she smelled so good...
Beverly chortled. "Well, all you had to do was ask, hon," she murmured, "I would've helped in a heartbeat. That's what I'm here to do!"
"I know, I'm sorry, I just didn't wanna walk around naked," Kimmy mumbled, something that got a giggle out of the girl in front of her. What was it about today that had Kimmy getting shy, all over again? What, she could walk around in a skimpy maid outfit, but she couldn't handle being in the buff? Didn't she realize Beverly had been doing just that, or did she feel too hot under the collar to pay attention? Well, naked - that thong was close enough. God, that ass of her's almost completely swallowed that damn thong, but the front of it was nice and comfy, nice and accommodating as it wrapped snug around the whole...T-The whole big thing, ahem-
Beverly glanced down between them, grinning as she slid her hands down to Kimmy's shoulders. "Why're you covering up," she teased, holding back a knowing chuckle. "It's not like you've got anything we haven't seen, before. Why're you so squeamish today, hon? Does it just make you feel weird, being the only one who might be naked?"
Kimmy didn't say anything, but on the inside, she was roiling. Bev, please, you're gonna have her sweating! Step back out of her personal space or put on some more clothing before she...Before she...Does something crazy, like reach up, grab your shoulders, and pull you down into a deep French kiss!
Beverly didn't give her a chance to squirm out of it, staring and grinning until Kimmy finally cracked and moved her hands away, letting a certain something drop free with a bounce...Honestly, no big surprise, and not just because Kimmy's size wasn't exactly on the impressive side of things. It was like Bev said: it's not like that was anything the girls hadn't seen a whole lot of, over the week. With that in mind, Beverly gave a little giggle at the doorstopper between them. Briefly narrowing her eyes, she spoke a little more quietly as she nonchalantly asked "Is that my fault?"
Kimmy blinked, openly admitting "Well...Half you, half Shelly. How am I supposed to keep my meat down when you're walking around in front of me in nothing but a banana hammock?"
Shelly gave a loud guffaw, at that. Beverly's eyes widened as she, faux-defensively Kimmy might've added, blurted out "It's not a banana hammock, it's just a thong!"
"Whatever it is, it's turning me on like crazy," Kimmy bluntly retorted, more and more audibly short of breath.
Bev paused, and for a moment, Kimmy could feel the air charging between them. Then, as quickly as it came, Beverly giggled, her eyes eased halfway shut, and the magic was gone. "...Well, try to contain yourself until you get home," she casually encouraged, smiling more to herself. Kimmy would've deflated out of disappointment, if Beverly hadn't then taken her by the hand and started walking backwards, playfully guiding her towards the door by the fingers. With a cheery smile, the German sweetly said "C'mon, let's get you something to wear, at least for today. I'm glad you're up, by the way. The main reason I even came back to the dorm was to check up on you, hee-hee! You're gonna miss out on all the fun!"
Kimmy smiled from ear to ear. Whatever they were doing, she just wanted to do it with Bev. She had worked with everyone else, so far that week - couldn't she work with Beverly just once, before going home?
Some ten minutes later, the two were standing in front of the leisure room door, listening to the excited whooping and chatter on the other side. Kimmy was smiling a little sheepishly, trying her best not to feel out of the loop on what Obedience Training Day entailed, but Beverly, on the other hand, had a chipper, confident look on her face, as always. She looked over and asked, with a wink to boot, "Well, you ready to have some fun?"
Kimmy gulped. "Well...I'm feeling a little exposed, over here...I bet everyone's out of uniform and back to their usual selves, and look at me. What kinda fun, anyway? Nobody's told me what Obedience Day's all about, yet...Am I gonna get filled in at some point, or...?"
Judging by her grin, Beverly thought that was funny. With a quick chortle, she grabbed the doorknob and reassured "Well, you're not the only one letting it all hang out, hon. You're gonna have me right there next to you, and besides, are you really all that self-conscious about sitting around in your undies, with us?"
Kimmy could barely mumble "Well, not really-" before Beverly was grinning even wider. With a quick twist and a push, the door was open, the din was turning twice as loud, and Beverly was walking on in past the threshold. Kimmy's smile shakily widened, but once she gave a huff of a sigh to get out the jitters, she was looking more confident. Holding her hips, she walked inside, coming up by Beverly's side as she took stock of the...Surprisingly normal scene playing out before her. Clara, Hitomi, Berri and Courtney, they were all there, the four of them really just chilling out, just...Hanging out and having some fun. In a way, it was almost like a little party!
When the lot of them noticed the two newcomers, Berri and Hitomi both grinned and called, no less enthusiastic for all the skin on display. Guess it wasn't just Beverly parading around in her underwear, now, tits out and a switch in her step: Kimmy was getting in on it, too. What a couple of a sexy little lovebirds!
Smiling from ear to ear, Beverly held a hip and swept a carefully manicured hand through her hair, a proud figure standing tall with her chest out and her chin up. In a sweet, caring coo, big sis Bev asked the room "Sooo, you all figure out how you're getting home, today?"
"Naturally, darling. I'll have my driver pick me up and bring me to the airport," Courtney airily reassured, eyes hardly flicking up from her magazine. Silly question. How else did Beverly think she might get home?
After excusing herself, Clara eased her cell phone away from her ear, covering the receiver with a hand as she quietly answered "Yeah, I'm just gonna call a taxi. Berri's heading off with Hitomi, this week."
Berri and Hitomi, busy playing a video game on one of the leisure room's wide-screen TVs, glanced at each other with grins plastered across their faces. God only knew the trouble they'd get up to.
Kimmy listened, of course, but at the same time, she was busy looking around the room, checking out everything the other girls had gotten into, so far. Sure, she had been in the room a couple times before, but knowing that she could finally mess around with all these shiny toys was like seeing them for the first time. Faced with it all at once, she couldn't make up her mind at a glance which she wanted to try first.
The big, spacious room was lit up with a series of tall windows on the far wall, blinds wisely tilted just enough to keep the glare off the TV screen. All along the walls were movie release posters, CD cover arts, video game promotional material, fetching men and women in a variety of sexy looks - if it weren't for the framed paintings dotting the landscape, Kimmy would think Harret had let the girls go wild on the walls, all by themselves.
Set up along the right-hand side of the room was an impressive sound system display, complete with multiple speakers, subwoofers, and more than a few standing CD displays, all for the music afficionado to explore. In the far right corner, a bunch of leather recliners had been set up around a long marble coffee table, the charcoal-hued beauty covered in more than a few coasters, magazines, and laptops. Courtney lounged there away from the others, one leg crossed over the other with her magazine draped across her lap. If she found the ruckus of the gaming to be annoying, at least she didn't really show it.
In the far left corner, a comfy-looking couch had been set up in front of the second big-screen TV, but at the moment, that little section of the leisure room went unoccupied. Instead, all the attention went to the more elaborate home theatre set-up dominating the left-hand side of the room, complete with short shelving systems housing half a dozen video game consoles, a couple different movie players, and more fodder for the lot of them than Kimmy had, herself, back at home. Kimmy's eyes shot to Hitomi, a faux-frown growing on her face: honey, don't you have enough games at home? Stop pestering Harret to buy the latest and greatest!
Berri and Hitomi had plopped themselves down on the long, red leather couch across from the TV; where Berri lounged back into the couch and played the game with a subtle, cocky grin on her face, Hitomi was practically on the edge of her seat, focusing on the action with a wide-eyed stare and a savage grin to match. Other than that, a few pinball machines and beanbag chairs dotted the near-left corner, but aside from Clara busy having that hushed conversation on her phone, that particular cranny went a little vacant.
Still on her way to the couch, Beverly casually spun around on the balls of her feet, watching Kimmy with a smile as she started pacing backwards. "How about you," she cheerily asked.
Kimmy's mouth dropped open, but she needed a second to think before answering "Uh...I guess I never really put too much thought into it." Cracking an embarrassed grin, she mumbled "I probably should've, huh? Um, I mean, I know Travis would pick me up if I asked, but I told him when I first started that I'd be fine. I should probably just bus."
"You live in the city? Heh! That's a long fuckin' ride," Berri nonchalantly pointed out, eyes never leaving the TV.
Kimmy noticed Beverly's earpiece flicker blue, for a moment; Harret must've been giving her a call. Grin never fading, Hitomi smacked the seat next to her, glanced over, and blurted out "Hey, Kimmy, we're playing Mortal Kombat and I'm totally kicking Berri's ass-"
Berri's grin suddenly grew, eyes widening as she muttered "Eyes on the screen, scrub!"
Hitomi looked back over, practically holding her breath as she refocused, then tried to recover, then tried to make a comeback...All to no avail. With a cackle, Berri dropped her controller into Hitomi's lap, nodding as the baritone announcer declared her fighter the winner. Hitomi gave her a pout that would've been downright venomous, if it weren't so frustrated. She smacked Berri's thigh, then shoved the controller back onto the other girl's lap, whimpering "Hey, no fair, I got distracted! Plus, Kitana's overpowered!"
"Maybe in 9 she was, definitely not in X," Berri flatly refuted, casually flipping the controller back off of her lap with a mere flick of her wrist. Hitomi tried pestering her for a rematch, but Berri wasn't having any of it. Content to bask in her victory, she just looked over at Kimmy with another cocky grin, giving her a quick look up and down as she chirped "You like games, right? Come whoop Hitomi's ass. I promise, it's real easy."
The Hitomi Chatterbox just about did a backflip, at that. "Hey! Fight me in Tekken and see who gets their ass whooped, I swear!"
"Nah, I'll pass," Berri chuckled, grinning from ear to ear.
Naturally, Hitomi started getting even more worked up, but Kimmy was quick to start walking around the couch, ready to defuse the situation. "I'll take you on, hee-hee," she giggled, daintily plucking the free controller from Hitomi's lap before dropping herself into the couch, just next to her.
It was so different, seeing the other girls out of uniform...Aside from herself and Beverly, at least, everyone was back to dressing like they were back in their own worlds, again. Shame she couldn't really get in on it, herself. She might not have been used to wearing silky, embroidered panties, especially not a pair that was a little roomier than she was used to, embarrassingly enough, but really, how much different was this from her work uniform? Maybe that's why she had felt like her clothing situation was such a big deal, maybe she had just wanted to show everyone a more casual side to her. That was a good thing, right?
Looking at Courtney, Kimmy was stunned by the dramatic transformation. Gone was the maid uniform. Instead, the milfy honey looked damn sharp in a sexy businesswoman suit, a purple pinstripe without an undershirt, Kimmy couldn't help but notice. Throw in that tight skirt, beautiful nylons, the little diamond earrings, the thin gold watch, the elegant reading glasses and the French braid in her platinum blonde hair, and Courtney could've played the part of Breathy Boss in a workplace porno...Or at least Kimmy's next couple fantasies, anyway. She must have pulled on a top before actually walking into the office, Kimmy thought, her cleavage was just too much of a distraction, Board of Directors or not!
Hitomi, by contrast, had really dressed down, that morning. On top of a plain pink noodle strap top and a regular ol' pair of gray, ass-hugging leggings, the cute ladyboy had kept the makeup simple, opting for just a light lip gloss with a little bit of mascara. Honestly, the look was one step removed from pyjamas, at least as far as Kimmy was concerned, so maybe she and Beverly weren't the only ones having a lazy morning...Although, to be fair, there was a bit of a gulf between walking around the house in your PJs and in topless underwear. Both were comfortable to game in, though, so who was even comparing?
Berri was her usual punky, trashy self that morning, no big surprise there. The gothy little hottie had pulled on a black corset trimmed with a really saturated blue, and the matching blue bandeau slipped around her chest left her slender shoulders bare for her wavy black locks to crash down upon. Her pale blue eyeshadow made for a rich contrast against the rest of her black makeup, but an even more stark difference could be found in her vivid plaid skirt, a nice complement to the bright red heels of those nearly knee-high boots of her's. Throw in the fishnet sleeves, torn black stockings, and the spiked leather bracelets, and the babe could've just walked off center stage to a screamo band.
Last but certainly not least, Clara was all dolled up like she had a hot date to violate inside the hour. The voluptuous t-girl had pulled those rich red locks of her's into a classy updo, complete with fetching curls in the manes framing her face. Her smoky black eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara made those cold eyes of her's look all the more standoffish, but her outfit told a very different tale: the curvaceous redhead had slipped into a slinky crimson dress split high up the sides, so high it damn near crossed her hips and reached her waist, a real sultry number fit for laughing in a late-night jazz lounge. Someone wanted to impress company, clearly.
The plunging neckline left nothing to the imagination, but more than that, it showed off the golden half of a heart she wore for a pendant, short enough not to get swallowed up inside her billowing cleavage. An intriguing choice, Kimmy considered; did another already have the other half, or was she still looking? Besides the dress, she had slipped into a black lace pair of opera gloves, a nice match to the lace stockings covering those lovely legs of her's, both covered over in gorgeous floral embroidery. Those high heels of her's put some extra oomph in her step, of course, and the new crimson nail polish looked good through the lace, not to mention that thin, golden bracelet she had on...But what really sold Kimmy, what really had her preoccupied, was how tight the dress was.
It didn't matter which side or angle you looked at Clara from, you'd always see something distracting: that damn dress clung to her ass like saran wrap over a bowl of Jell-o, thick cheeks shifting with every step on those heels, sliding and wobbling under the material...Those giant tits of her's trapped in that dress' form-fitting cups, subtly bouncing with every step, big nipples poking through the red material like cherries...Or, worst of all, that thick, oblong shape, helplessly rubbing against the dress in the triangle between her thighs and her belly. It wasn't always visible, but when it was, god damn, how could you not see the banana swaying around? Whoever she planned on seeing had better be the open type, 'cause that dress exposed her so hard as a shemale! Can you say drool?
Clara quietly said something to the person on the other end of the line, eyes off on nothing in particular as she started up a slow pace by her lonesome, free arm loosely crossing over her tummy after a few steps. When she didn't think anyone was watching, she let her guard down, let the distant, nostalgic look come over her, but as soon as she noticed Kimmy watching her, her face became more animated and inscrutable, emotional veils rising back into place until she had the same old sultry, oblique look on her face she always did.
When the video game's announcer declared Hitomi's pick, Kimmy promptly focused back on the upcoming match, leaving Clara to her privacy. Whatever that phone call was about, here's hoping she felt like sharing afterwards, if only to get it off her chest. Considering the talk they had had on Blue Balls Day, maybe Clara could use more people she knew who cared about her.
Kimmy had barely flicked around the character select screen when Berri, eyes peeled to slits the whole time, looked sidelong at her. In a sly mutter, she sucked her teeth and asked "...So, uh. Why don't you get Travis to pick you up, today? You are gonna tell him...Riiight?"
Kimmy's eyes fell half-shut. Cycling over to a new favourite, she dryly remarked "You're not gonna throw me off the match, Berri, don't even try."
Hitomi's face fell. In a quick mumble, she protested "Oh God, don't pick Cassie-"
Berri nonchalantly spoke over her, smile slowly splitting to a grin as she added "Who's trying to do anything? I'm just pointing out that you can't go home in nothing but a pair of lace panties if you don't plan on getting rammed right up against the door-"
Kimmy cracked. Looking over with wide eyes, she had a giant smile on her face and an overly bubbly tone in her voice as she snapped "Okey-dokey, babe, it's right about there you zip it, 'kay? Next match is me n' you, save the smack-talk until then...My gosh."
Berri held back a snigger, but before the match could actually begin, the lot of them heard the doorknob turn. Most tossed over at least a cursory glance, but when they heard Harret warmly rumble "Morning, girls," they all started paying attention, no exceptions. Kimmy paused the game as Beverly and Courtney rose to their feet in unison, both smiling and waving as they started making their way over. Clara gave him a smile in acknowledgement before murmuring something to her phone, eyes dropping back to the floor as she turned and paced the other way. Berri looked over with a little grin, wiggling her fingers at him as she chirped "Morning, bossman. How'd that party go, last night?"
"Yeah, what happened," Beverly asked, a hopeful look on her face, hands on her waist.
Smiling to herself, arms loosely crossed under her bust, Courtney knowingly pointed out "You don't seem concerned, darling. I trust things went well, then?"
Harret, already dressed in a suit sans the jacket, briefly smiled from ear to ear just before glancing around the room. Taking stock of who was missing, he quietly remarked "Too bad not everybody's up, just yet. I was hoping to tell this to everyone."
Beverly's face started lighting up. Clara, close enough to catch the comment, looked back up at him, watching.
Raising his voice a little, Harret made a show of looking around at them all, letting them know he was speaking to the room: "Everyone, I have wonderful news for you. I'm sure I don't need to ask whether or not you all remember miss Callahan and the way she tried stirring up trouble for us, right? Well, it's my great pleasure to announce that, as of nine-fourteen this morning, Brandy has officially withdrawn all formal complaints about my ethical integrity to Lavish Lifestyles International, as well as any criminal charges of medical malpractice or sexual abuse." Smile broadening, Harret happily reassured "Ladies, we're back in the black. The investigation's over."
The room exploded with feedback from every direction.
Clara grinned, drawling out "Heyyy, whaddya know. Great!"
Berri gave a savage grin and cackled, blurting out "Hah! Get fucked, bitch! Swing an' a miss, she's out!"
Hitomi grinned and kicked her feet back and forth, cooing "Yayyy, how'd you do it? Hey, c'mon, how'd you do it, huh? Tell us!"
Kimmy's shoulders rose up as she sucked in a deep breath, held it, then slowly let it back out, a relieved smile spreading across her face. Thank goodness, what a load off her mind. Thank God, even - losing House Venus could've meant going back to the bad old days, quietly shut up in her room. Anything that inched her back towards her daytime persona was a big no-no.
Beverly hung her head for a moment, and Courtney, like Kimmy, needed a moment to steady herself with a breath. When Beverly lifted her head again, there was a glimmer in her eyes, a sparkle that only grew as she stepped in, held Harret's arm, and kissed his cheek. Murmuring something in German as she leaned back out, she gave a breathless chortle and watched as Courtney stepped in, too, holding Harret's side as she gave the other cheek a smooch of her own. Smiling from ear to ear, Harret held Beverly's hands until she had blinked away the tears, then quietly asked "You'll tell Shelly and Aisha once they're up, right?"
Beverly nodded, keeping a warble out of her voice as she cooed back "Yeah, of course, as soon as they're up."
He smiled at her, then gave the room another look. "Now, ahem," he politely announced, "as you all know, today's Obedience Training Day. You should all know the drill, by now. Before each of you leaves for the day, just come on by and see me. I might be in my office, I might be on the third floor - honestly, it doesn't really matter what I'm doing, feel free to interrupt me. If you can't find me, just have Beverly call me. Don't forget, now: it'll only take a few minutes, and it'll give me a chance to deposit your pay for the week."
The room answered back with the din of a generalized "Okayyy, no problem!"
He gave it a moment. Then, on a more professional note, he added "...And, thank you for your patience and understanding during this stressful time."
Berri cracked a grin. "Look at him put on the PR Voice," she needled.
Kimmy, looking more and more confused, glanced back and forth between Harret and Beverly. "...Is that what Obedience Day is? Could someone, like, kinda fill me in, over here? I still have no idea what today's actually even about."
Everyone looked at her. Beverly even turned around, gazing at Kimmy and clearly trying to remember whether or not she had ever actually gotten around to the explanation. Had it really slipped her mind, for this long?
"Well, it's quite simple," Harret answered, the gorilla of a man shooting her a laidback smile. "The idea is that, at the end of your week, there's barely any, if any, chores to do. After six days straight, the lot of you usually get most of the upkeep done, to be honest. You're free to spend the day more or less however you want, but before you head back home, you come see me and answer a simple question: do you want to come back next week for more, or do you want to hand in your resignation, no hard feelings?"
Kimmy's mouth eased open, jaw going slack. Oh...It was that kind of obedience training: the kind where she chose to stay. Nice that the option was there, she supposed. Too bad it was just a verbal agreement, Brandy's head would've spun if she had been given clear, written proof the girls were choosing to stay. Then again, she probably would've just dismissed it all as the cravings of a drug-hooked sex slave, anyway, so no missed opportunity there.
Harret raised his eyebrows and dipped his chin as he continued. "Either way, you get paid for the time you've spent here, and if you'd like, I can arrange for transportation back home. If there's any complaints, comments, or grievances you'd like to air, during the meeting's a good time. That's also a good opportunity to ask for vacation time, by the way, if you know you have something coming up, although I'd ask you to try and keep appointments to your off week, if you can. Sound good?"
It did, actually. Kimmy closed her mouth, started smiling, and gave a chipper little nod. "Yeah, sounds good," she agreed, something that put a fresh smile on Bev's face.
He gave her another big smile, slipped some fingers into a pocket, and glanced from face to face, again. "Alrighty," he jovially announced, a bit of finality to his tone, "glad we got that settled. I'll let you girls get back to your fun. Don't let Aisha and Shelly spend the whole day in bed, huh?"
"Oh, Sheila's already coming," Beverly subtly joked, something that had Kimmy giving a snicker.
Judging by the pause and the amused look he gave her, Harret probably got the picture. Before he could turn to leave, however, Courtney was reaching out, brushing his arm with her hand. "Master Harret, one moment," she interrupted, an all too professional look on her beautiful face. Pulling a thin black glasses case from a pocket in her suit jacket, Courtney slid off her reading glasses, set them inside, and replaced the case, all the while casually asking "Would you happen to have ten, fifteen minutes? I doubt I'll be leaving for another couple hours, my flight doesn't arrive until a little after noon, but I wouldn't mind taking my meeting with you now, if it suits you. There was something I wanted to discuss, anywho."
Harret, too, looked pretty professional about the whole thing, but the grin Berri started giving proved she wasn't fooled. Beverly just watched the two with a placid smile, noticing the way Harret paused, even momentarily. A polite smile appearing on his face, he watched her eyes as he, just as casually as she, held back a chuckle and answered "Well, sure, if you'd rather get it out of the way. I don't see why not."
A smile, a noticeably smug one, split the posh Brit's face, at that. "Wonderful. Lead the way, darling," she passively directed. He had promised her another one-on-one meeting before the end of the week, after all...
Once he had opened the door for her, she sashayed outside. A moment later, he had shut the door behind himself, and inside a grand total of maybe four whole seconds, before their footsteps had even disappeared down the damn hallway, Berri, who was still grinning from ear to ear one might add, dryly muttered "She's gonna be in there for, like, a whole hour."
Beverly beamed, turning back around with a flip of her hand over her shoulder and through her locks. Drawing an inwards sigh, she joined in, playfully joking "Fifteen minutes, yeah right. That's barely foreplay."
Clara, evidently just wrapping up her phone call right then, hung up, stuck her phone straight into her own cleavage like it were an oversized pocket, and started meandering her way over towards the couch. Holding her hips, the gorgeous shortstack put on her usual cocky smile with those bedroom eyes, bluntly remarking "Sorry, I was hardly paying attention. Is Courtney trying to sneak off with Harret, again? How many times in a week does she really have to suck him off?" When Berri, Hitomi, and even Kimmy started cracking up, more at the flagrant disrespect than anything else, Clara clearly felt the need to explain herself. She briefly widened her eyes, holding back a laugh of her own as she added "What, it's true! She's not subtle, the horny old vixen."
Beverly raised an eyebrow, the big smile on her face twisting with amusement. "Don't let her hear you say that," she knowingly warned, letting one hand fall from a hip as she started heading around the couch, again.
Clara grinned, brow furrowing as she incredulously dared "Oh please, I'm not scared of Courtney. What's she gonna do, try to top me next Blue Balls Day? Two can play that game."
Berri just kept on cracking up until she was basically falling over her armrest with tears in her eyes. C'mon, it hadn't been that funny; knowing Berri, she must've just loved any drama that didn't directly involve her.
Easing herself back into the spot by Kimmy's free side, Beverly gave Clara a more diplomatic smile, an extra bubbly tone in her voice as she cooed "Now girls, let's all play nice, 'kayyy? Let's not tease anyone like meanies when they're not even in the room, especially when all they wanna do is get some alone time with somebody. That's not cool." With a shrug of her eyebrows, Beverly playfully pointed out "She isn't breaking any rules, y'know! Hee-hee!"
"You were the one who said fifteen minutes wasn't even foreplay," Hitomi chirped, a fresh grin growing on her face. "C'mon, Kimmy, let's get the match going!"
Kimmy started paying attention to the game again, but Beverly wouldn't let the subject drop quite that easily. Another beaming grin on her face, the beautiful Aryan giggled and blurted out "Because it's not! I could easily spend a whole hour just getting or giving head!"
Uh, say what? An hour?
Kimmy hesitated, openly looking over at Beverly out of sheer surprise. Striking an utterly nonchalant pose with the side of her head propped up in a hand, the vivacious bombshell watched her right back, eyes half-closed, grin sparkling. She gave Kimmy a wink just as the fight started, maybe to remind her to pay attention; without her mind on the match, Hitomi was able to rush in for a quick blow-up amidst more than a few hoots from Berri and Clara. Kimmy got flustered and turned a little red, but big sis never once laughed at her. In fact, she even tried to make Kimmy feel better by leaning over and sneaking a quick smooch to her cheek.
Judging by the way Kimmy just about puffed out her chest and demanded a rematch, it had definitely worked, something Bev couldn't help but grin at. When Kimmy even won that match, Beverly cheered, something that clearly had the girly-boy feeling fluffy, inside. It only took a little motivation to get the competitive juices flowing, eh? What a cutie!
About an hour of games and jokes went by in the leisure room before Kimmy finally grabbed some breakfast, at the same time taking the opportunity to say goodbye to Eve, the cook, for the week. By contrast, she didn't call Travis, straight away. Mostly, she was sitting on the edge of her seat, or, more aptly, on her hands, helplessly waiting for him to make the call, instead. He must've just had work, she thought - normally he would've called by now to check in, right?
Eventually, however, Beverly interrupted her little vigil, promising to put together something cute for her to wear home from some spare clothes, lying around the mansion. The thought had Kimmy's pulse quickening, for a moment. Yeah, just wear the clothes home, Kimmy...Wear them right into Travis' arms, followed by the bed, the couch, all over the living room floor...Well, wishful thinking. She knew she didn't want to go back to faking it, at least, that's for sure. Kinda went without saying, at this point.
It was just a matter of facing the one person whose opinion she cared about who didn't already know the real her...At least, she was pretty sure he didn't. Sadly, she couldn't get a big, fancy send-off from all the girls, each cheering for her to be brave and keep it together: just before noon, somebody came knockin' at the mansion doors. The first girl to go was Shelly, as it turned out, long before anybody could really hang out with her for the day. It sucked, not being able to see the tomboy let her hair down, but at least Kimmy was able to get in her goodbye, for the week...
Kimmy had barely gotten into her new outfit for the day, a tight, pink blouse with a white skirt and a pair of rainbow-striped stockings - the last of which was a particularly, erm, shall we say confident accessory that first had her giving sheepish giggles - when Beverly got the call from Harret that Shelly's boyfriend had just shown up at the estate, ready to pick her up. Apparently, Shelly hadn't been expecting him to come until much later that afternoon, but c'est la vie. Time for her to get in her goodbye meeting, then ship her off until next Sunday.
Kimmy, of course, wanted to make sure she could say her goodbyes before she missed the chance, so she waited out in the front hall with Beverly, the Head Maid back in her bikini and miniskirt combo purely for modesty's sake in front of strangers. At first, there was a minute or two to kill, so when Kimmy noticed the two of them were the only ones actually there to see Shelly off, Beverly gave her a knowing smile and a sweet shrug. "You worried Sheila's getting ignored, hon? Aw, that's sweet, but I wouldn't think too much about it, sweetie. Shelly usually just texts everyone goodbye when she goes," Bev explained.
"I think it's more or less a holdover from when she used to be the first to leave, all the time. I have to see everyone off - well, me or master Harret, anyway, because we handle the mansion's security." With a big smile, she shrugged her shoulders up and cooed "I think it's cute you wanna say goodbye in person, though!"
Kimmy smiled and, after a moment's thought, bumped her hip to Bev's, looking up at the tall blonde as she teased "So, I guess we won't be doing any crazy sex games together, today, huh?" Smile widening from ear to ear, Kimmy's tone turned a bit sultry as she hid the truth under a joke, remarking "I waited all week for us to finally be partners on a game, y'know. "Obedience Training" got my hopes up, but we don't do anything, apparently! How does relaxing all morning and then getting paid teach me to be a more obedient lover?"
Beverly beamed, arching an eyebrow. "Really," she giggled. In a bit of a purr, she cooed "Which game did you want to work with me on, the most? If you could pick any day next week to be my partner, which would it be?"
Kimmy's eyes shifted around, a little, before she gulped. "That's a hard choice," she admitted, clearing her throat before her voice could get husky. Grinning now, she playfully muttered "Could I get all of them?"
Beverly's cheeks went a bit pink as she giggled. She flicked her fingers through one of Kimmy's long pigtails, then slid her arm around the shorter girl's shoulders, holding her a little closer. "Nooo, I couldn't do that," she cooed, grinning. "It wouldn't be fair to the others, hon, but..."
A quiver ran down Kimmy's spine as Beverly leaned in a little closer, her flowery smell slowly becoming more noticeable until a plump pair of lips smooched her over the temple. "...I definitely appreciate the enthusiasm, baby," Beverly confidently murmured, just by her ear. "Maybe when we're alone next week, we can go through the days, together? Hmm?...You like the sound of that? We start with oral, then move on to anal and some endurance training, then..."
Kimmy started going scarlet in an instant, but before she could put her arm around Bev's waist and ask her for some hopefully juicy details about their upcoming date, Beverly's omnipresent earpiece started flickering, and this time, the two of them were so close that Kimmy could actually hear the indistinct murmur of Harret's voice. Not too quickly, not too slowly, Beverly slipped her arm off of Kimmy, and with a reluctant little groan, the girly trap started keeping her hands to herself, too. Pressing a button on her earpiece, Bev put on a more professional voice, smiling as she cheerily answering "Sure thing, I'm already at the front door. Is Court still with you, by the way? We haven't seen her since she took her meeting with you."
Kimmy watched Beverly's smile grow over the next couple seconds, something infectious that had her giddily grinning, herself. With a nod, Bev touched her earpiece, again, and cooed "Okay, sounds good. I'll let him in now."
Kimmy raised her eyebrows and watched as Beverly headed for the security panel, just by the front doors. Raising her eyebrows, she caught on halfway, curiously mumbling "What's up? Shelly coming, or what? Oh, are you, like, letting in her boyfriend? No wonder you got dressed, I guess. I mean. I doubt he would've complained, heh heh."
Beverly started grinning. Lifting open the security panel, she let a couple seconds go by in silence as she checked the cameras, then teased "What, you don't like me covering up? I'm already half-naked all the time, hon!"
Kimmy gave a flustered grin, but she didn't go pink. "Well, I mean...That's still one half too many," she teased back, keeping her voice down.
Beverly giggled and shot her a wink, but when a knocking came at the door, their flirting finally went on hold. With a big smile and a deep breath, Beverly threw her hands through her hair one more time, making sure those thick locks of her's were tossed out around her shoulders before unlocking the door. Pulling it open with a hand on a hip, she excitedly greeted "Hiya, Euan! Come on in, Shelly should be down in just a minute."
"Hey, Beverly. Thanks," a man's deep voice answered. When she stepped aside and let him walk inside, Kimmy's eyes briefly widened. So, this was Shelly's mysterious boyfriend? Oh, boy, he was a big one, huh? She sure knew how to pick 'em! Kimmy still wasn't so sure Shelly didn't have a history in the armed forces, but she definitely believed the story that her boyfriend, at least, had been in the military, and recently, at that: dude was still built like a brick shithouse, not all that dissimilar from his tomboy of a girlfriend, really. He'd break Kimmy in half!
He was tall like Shelly, easily over six feet, standing around Beverly's Amazonian height without the added advantage of high heels, to boot. His mousey brown hair, dotted with subtle grays he'd have to colour away, had been cut short on the sides, a bit longer on the top so he could sweep his hair back in a slick wave and give it some real body to show off. He had a neat beard, not too long, not too short, thick and straight enough to avoid the, ugh, oh-so-tasteful "pube beard" imagery, something Kimmy personally appreciated. Beards looked good, they were sexy even, but not when they were short and curly.
The guy was ripped, no denying that: his body looked hard as a rock, with beefy shoulders and thick, tattooed arms leading down to a fit body and some muscular legs, all half hidden, of course, underneath a stylish polo shirt and shorts combo, perfect for the weather out there. When this "Euan" fellow noticed Kimmy, she smiled and waved, and Beverly even had enough time to quickly introduce the two of them before they all heard Shelly making her way down the stairs at a hurried pace.
"Babe, you're early," she called down, still somewhere on the second floor.
Euan started grinning, a little. "Well, I made plans," he called back, getting a playful groan out of his honey-bunny.
Now, Kimmy hadn't actually seen Shelly, that morning, besides tugging her meat to a splattering finish in bed, so when she looked over and saw how she had dressed, her jaw dropped. There the tomboy was, looking about as feminine as Kimmy had ever seen her, bouncing her way down the stairs in high heels and something sexy that was probably just about as revealing as her maid uniform, incredibly enough. If there was one girl working at House Venus that Kimmy would've expected to dress baggy, it would've been Shelly, for sure.
Not so, honey. Hey, flaunt it if you've got it, right? Just because Shelly was fit and looked after herself didn't mean she couldn't dress hot, right? After all, her man was here! Just about the only thing that hadn't changed about Shelly's look was her hair, still tied up in her usual long, dirty blonde ponytail. She had put on more makeup than Kimmy had ever seen her with before, but that honestly wasn't saying much: besides a glossy, if understated, shade of pink for her lipstick, she had put on a little bit of dusky eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara, making those amber eyes seem all the more bright, all the more lustrous and golden.
She had pulled on a tough, green jacket, a soldier's thick denim that fit her surprisingly well, complete with a flag Kimmy didn't recognize patched on to the sleeve, right up by the shoulder. The dog tags around her neck fell into her cleavage all the deeper, now, thanks to the well-fitting sports bra she had on underneath, patterned a green woodland camouflage but for the black trimming. Moving down past those washboard abs she had on display, she had squeezed into a tight jean skirt, just long enough to get down maybe a third of her thighs before leaving those long, smooth legs of her's on display, all the way down to those classy black heels she had slipped on. Not only were they open-toe, but they crisscrossed the top of her feet in straps - fetching!
Despite the nice fit, those big implants of her's couldn't help but bounce in her sports bra with every footfall, the grinning tomboy quickening her pace with every step until she was nearly running straight at her loverboy. Kimmy caught her glance at her, caught the surprised look in her eyes as she mouthed "Hey," but then she was throwing her arms open with a little laugh, latching on to Euan as soon as she could. With a big grin on his face, the two practically collided into each other in their eagerness, swaying from side to side as they squeezed each other for all they could.
"Mmm! I missed you," Shelly happily groaned, over his shoulder.
"I missed you too, babe," Euan quietly answered, eyes closed, a big smile on his face.
Kimmy and Beverly both watched, and though they were smiling, Kimmy was certainly the more giddy of the two, given that she had never actually seen how affectionate Shelly and her boyfriend could be, before. Her arms around his neck, he grabbed her around the waist, and when the hug relaxed in favour of a deep, passionate kiss - a kiss that might've dragged on for maybe thirty seconds longer than it needed to, honestly - Euan escalated things more than a couple steps by slipping his hands down over Shelly's plump, untoned keister, fingers sinking into the denim stretched taut against her until he started pulling her against himself. She let her hips follow him and, with their similar height, that...Gulp...Pressed her lap straight into his. Talk about a hello.
When Shelly fed a husky coo into his mouth, he gave a throaty sigh right back. His hands gave a squeeze; her fingers tensed against his shirt. Kimmy's heart started to thump a bit more noticeably as she watched, trying to resist the urge to clear her throat, trying to resist the urge to paw her own lap and fix the fit of her tightening underwear - Beverly, meanwhile, just patiently watched the two go at it with a big, beneficent smile, like she was proud to see one of her girls having fun. When the two finally started letting go of each other, Kimmy heard Euan mumble something into Shelly's ear, something that sounded vaguely like "I can't wait to get you home." Considering the purring grin she gave him, maybe Kimmy had heard right.
Turning back around to face the other two, Kimmy had to resist the urge to look down: denim might've been a tougher material than most, but with a girl as big down there as Shelly, there was no avoiding some kind of tent. A big, contented smile on her face, Shelly leaned into Euan's side, subtly checking her lipstick with a little swipe of her thumb. As he slid his arm around her waist, Shelly chuckled in Kimmy's direction, briefly gesturing out a hand before letting it drop back to her side. "Euan, this is Kimmy," she introduced with a grand smile, "the newest girl on the team. She just joined this week, what was it, halfway into Sunday?"
Kimmy gave her a smirk, warmly commenting "Yeah, that's right. Bev already introduced us." Raising her eyebrows at Euan, she held back a chortle as she leaned in, barely shaking her head. "Shelly and I became fast friends, over the week." Euan smiled wider and gave a slow nod, giving the t-girl on his arm a glance. Shelly's smile sharpened, for a moment - she neglected to mention that their friendship had led to her clogging up Kimmy's fat ass for a while with her meat-baton, but in their line of work, that really went without saying.
"Did you come out just to say goodbye? That's real sweet," Shelly commented, eyes half-closed like a predator just not quite feeling up to the hunt.
"So sweet I don't need sugar for my coffee," Kimmy lamely joked, nonetheless getting a giggle and a snicker out of Bev and Shelly, respectively.
"Most of the others don't really bother anymore," Shelly pointed out, smiling and raising her eyebrows. "I think you sorta get over it, once someone's been here for long enough. I appreciate you wanted to give me a send-off, though." She leaned a little closer to her boyfriend, smile briefly widening as she explained "She's a bud. Next time you see her, ya probably won't even recognize her."
For emphasis, Shelly cupped her hands in front of her chest and expanded them outwards, something that had Euan slowly grinning and Kimmy just as slowly sizzling. "W-Well," Kimmy tried to mumble, something that had Beverly starting to grin, not to mention Shelly snickering. There were a few words of farewell, some waving and jokes, but then the two of them were out the door, free to privately see to their reunion in as intense a manner as they needed. Beverly reopened the security panel and watched the two go, smiling to herself as she electronically opened the estate's gates. Have fun, Shelly: next Sunday, you're back to the grind.
Taking a wild guess at Kimmy's thoughts, Bev broke the brief silence that had filled the hall once the front doors closed, commenting "Yeah, they're a cute couple. Euan's a good guy. Did Sheila tell you how long she's been with him, for?"
"A few years, I think," Kimmy thought back, smiling a little. "Yeah, he seems alright. It was a bit of a surprise, though, seeing Sheila look...Um...Well, girly."
"Is that what caught your eye," Bev lightly teased, grinning as she shut the gate, again. Easing the panel closed, she turned back around, held her hips, and sashayed closer to Kimmy, warmly joking "Don't worry, that's about as girly as she gets. Euan really brings it out of her, I think. You'll get your rough n' tumble tomboy top, again, next week."
Kimmy was every part flustered but for the blushing. "It's not like that, I swear," she insisted, raising her eyebrows and putting on her best faux-outraged look, "I just m-mean, with us, she always looks ready for a workout, but, uh, with him, I dunno, you could take her to the park and it wouldn't be too crazy. You could go shopping in the mall with her, nobody would think twice...Uh, well, I'm sure she'd get a lot of people staring, but-"
Beverly's smile stretched from ear to ear. With a quick arch of an eyebrow, she held back a giggle and lightheartedly suggested "You among them?"
Now Kimmy was turning red. Before she could swear up and down that she only had eyes for leggy blondes with exotic accents - failing to remember in the heat of the moment that Shelly would've fit into that exact same archetype, really - Beverly finally let that giggle out. Reaching up, she cupped Kimmy's cheeks with both hands, leaned in, and pressed a kiss to her forehead, trying not to laugh as she teased "You're blushing, hee-hee! I was just joooking, hon, don't get worked up!"
When Kimmy put her fists to her hips and pouted, Beverly pressed another apology-kiss to her forehead, something that had Kimmy tilting her head back and sneaking in a peck to Beverly's chin, more out of inaccuracy than any desire to avoid that pesky fraternization rule. Starting to smirk, Kimmy quietly asserted "...I wouldn't go for a taken girl, anyway."
"Mhmm, that's just begging for trouble," Beverly warmly agreed, giving Kimmy's chin a quick stroke, her nose a playful boop, before mirroring Kimmy's pose. "You're much better off going for someone single, someone who already knows you pretty well."
Kimmy's smirk split into a shark's grin at the obvious turnabout. Raising an eyebrow, she confidently blurted out "Like you?"
Beverly didn't walk into the same trap. With a scoff, she started walking off, remarking "That's not gonna work on me, sweetie. I've had months of practice, in this job."
At first, Kimmy looked surprised. Her flirting had hit a brick wall? Impossible! She turned and followed after the blonde, whining "No fair, you've had me blushing all week! Why can't I get you red?"
"I guess you just aren't trying hard enough," Beverly suggested, a teasing undercurrent to her tone. Looking back over her shoulder with a grin and a rosy shine to her cheeks, the blonde winked at the lagging trap, cooing "Keep at it enough, you'll find a way. If anyone could, it'd be you."
Kimmy's legs turned to jelly. The instant she felt her ears start burning, she blurted out an indignant "No fair!"
Beverly just laughed, of course, the vixen. Kimmy would've spent the entire day there with her, if she could...But, there was someone just as important waiting for her back at home, something she knew she'd have to face, sooner or later. Maybe the distraction had helped, but Kimmy wouldn't allow herself to forget reality for long: inside another hour, Kimmy was trying to plan out how she'd head home. Following some lunch, she just about felt ready to work up the nerve, otherwise she knew she'd just wimp out. She didn't call Travis ahead of time, either, for the very same reason: if she heard his voice, if she had to speak to him with her daytime persona, she knew she'd lose the fight.
She just needed to stay strong, stay confident, not just for him, but for herself, most of all. However he felt about her, she couldn't go half in and let herself be miserable, every other week. And, you know what? If he was really her friend, if he really cared about her, he'd be happy for her, he'd see the difference in how she felt. She honestly believed in the idea, now, but more than that, she thought maybe she had the drive to follow it through, too. She couldn't keep going on terrified of how people saw her, obsessively fearful of what they might've thought, what they might've said. It was that fear, that nervousness, that made her a target, not necessarily anything she was worried about, in and of itself. If Travis was really as nice of a guy as she had always believed, then this was his golden opportunity to prove it.
The more she got ready to leave, the more resolute she became, but those damn butterflies never vacated her tummy. Was it too late to grab her maid uniform and take it home, with her? It'd make for some hot roleplay! It was such a kinky fantasy: knocking on the door after dark, letting him think his boring little roommate had come home only to have him open it up to Kimmy, a horny little honey with a massive crush to work out, big new tits just about spilling out of her maid uniform, not-so-petite stiffy pointing out her skirt...He must have noticed how big her hips were. Had he ever wanted to see her jiggly ass in a pair of yoga pants? He'd get a whole week to soak it in!
She had the horny part right, that's for sure. Neither breakfast nor lunch had come with the typical packet of hormones and aphrodisiacs, yet all the same, the more Kimmy went back to that fantasy, the more jittery and worked-up she became. It'd be so fucking bold...So wild...At least to show him. After all, if she was gonna be up-front with him and let him see the real her, let him finally enter her real world, she might as well go all the way and let him know her new job was to thank for it, right? Would Beverly even let her take her maid uniform home, for the week?...What if she promised to give it a wash, before going back to work? A very, very thorough wash? She double promised!
Mmf, but then again...Could she really face Bev with that kind of request?...She had a date with the bubbly blonde just after the weekend, could she really ask her for permission to roleplay a naughty neat-freak, like that? Maybe it'd be better to just try sneaking the maid uniform home with her, then apologize for it later...But, no, Kimmy couldn't stomach that sort of thing. Instead, she went to Beverly, talked for a little about how she figured she was ready to catch her bus, then mentioned as an innocent afterthought that she would've liked to show Travis her work uniform, if only as a conversation piece for proof she wasn't making up anything about her new job. To her surprise, Beverly actually agreed.
She took a minute to go and grab the little French maid outfit from the laundry room, returning to Kimmy with a fancy dry-cleaning bag - not the easiest thing to carry around on her way home, to be sure, but at least it wouldn't be full of wrinkles when Travis saw it. Beverly enthusiastically congratulated Kimmy on being so open, on finally being able to show Travis the real her; a guilty pang filled Kimmy's chest, but she supposed Beverly wasn't wrong, just thinking of the wrong angle...Or, at least, Kimmy thought as much. After a few steps, the guilty niggle grew strong enough to have her stopping, turning, and trying to tell the truth, but a knowing smile and a raise of the eyebrows greeted her. Kimmy turned back around before she could expose herself by turning red. Don't judge her, Bev! You knew right from the start how the newest maid wanted to clean her roommate's cock, don't get smug!
She would've thought Courtney had slipped away by then, but instead, she wound up running into her on her way to Harret's office. Getting off the front hall's huge stairway at the second floor, Kimmy had barely turned into the corridor with Harret's work office when she spotted Courtney coming in the opposite direction, pace noticeably slowing when the mature beauty spotted her. A wide smile blooming on her face, the older woman had a friendly swing in her voice as she said "Well, look at you, darling. Where'd you get those clothes? You certainly didn't come in them, at least. I suppose you must be on your way out, then?"
Kimmy gave her a big smile back, giving the dry-cleaning bag on her finger a bit of a wiggle for emphasis. "Yeah, I think so, at least now that Bev's lent me something to wear," she cooed, masking that lingering hint of uncertainty. With a bubbly giggle, she asked "How about you? How'd your, um, meeting with Harret go?"
Courtney hummed a chortle. A bit clipped, she joked "Oh, our meetings are always productive, my dear, least of all for the reasons the rest of the girls think. Some of us haven't forgotten the art of conversation, but I digress." She let her smile widen, for a second, as she breathed a haughty sigh, eyes still roaming over Kimmy's new look. Eventually, she concluded "...I could do better, but I'll admit, Beverly wouldn't have had too much to work with. David doesn't exactly keep wardrobe upon wardrobe of women's clothing lying around, after all. It's cute, it suits you."
Kimmy needed a moment to notice the compliment before Courtney opened her arms, smiling wider as she cooed "Well, give me a hug, darling, don't be shy. I'll keep you in my thoughts, while I'm in England."
Kimmy smiled wide, casually leaving her bag hanging on a doorknob next to her before going in, a real happiness filling her chest like a warm fuzz. If only she could get this kind of goodbye from every girl...Shame Aisha hadn't even gotten out of bed, yet. Berri and Hitomi might not even tear themselves away from the games for long enough to say goodbye, either. That was okay, though - Kimmy'd just use it as a perfect excuse to needle the offenders, next week. When Courtney's arms came around her and squeezed her close, Kimmy gave a contented groan, squeezing Courtney back just as tight around her waist. Eyes closed, face politely turned aside so her head could try to find a place to rest other than Courtney's bare cleavage, she deflated into her, giving herself to the hug.
"I'll miss you, too," Kimmy offered back. "All the girls. And, I'll definitely be back next week, don't worry."
One of Courtney's hands came up to the side of her head, just under a pigtail. "I never doubted it for a second," the posh t-girl quietly reassured, smiling from ear to ear. "Just make sure you come back in the same condition you left, alright, dear?...Don't subject yourself to a second "first week on the job," if you catch my meaning."
"I won't, I promise," Kimmy murmured, a subtle resolve underlying the vow. She couldn't help losing herself in the texture of Courtney's suit, the warmth of her body, the steady expansion and contraction of every breath...The heartbeat passing through her bust, right to her cheek...
When Courtney's hand slowly drifted across Kimmy's head, she thought the taller t-girl might've just wanted to stroke her hair, but then, quite without warning Kimmy would've insisted, Courtney was getting a bit of a grip near the back of Kimmy's head, turning, and pressing her face straight against her bust, all too intentionally smothering Kimmy right into her cleavage. Amazingly, Kimmy didn't even go rigid. Instead, she just held back a giggle and tried looking up at Courtney, but before she could mumble a joke about how she usually tried to avoid face-planting her pillows at night, the milfy honey holding her close dropped her voice to a murmur and warned "That's a promise I expect you to keep, otherwise you won't get any more of mommy's milk, next week. Am I understood?"
Kimmy, face buried up to the nose against those huge, warm, unbelievably soft blessings, just blinked a couple times, her eyes slowly turning placid. Christ, Courtney smelled so, so good...Every second, more and more of her body turned to jelly. Looking up in a dreamy stare, Kimmy mumbled a muffled "Uhn-ah-hood," and thankfully, Courtney actually seemed to get the picture, all without any snappy comebacks about speaking up or talking with her mouth full, too.
When Courtney started stroking the back of her head, Kimmy knew she had time to bask in the hug, and she took full advantage. If she were a little gutsier, she might've even dropped her hands for a squeeze at the milf's tragically under-appreciated keister, but considering Courtney had just come off of a long "meeting" with Harret, maybe she was a little better appreciated than Kimmy thought...Mental note: keep an eye out for errant sticky spots, during the meeting. Lost in her thoughts like she was, Kimmy almost didn't notice when Courtney shifted her footing. At first, she thought Courtney was just adjusting for a more comfortable position, and maybe that was even true, really: quite unceremoniously, Kimmy felt Courtney roll her hips closer, then directly up against her.
Naturally, what she felt poke into her stomach had her eyes popping open. Maybe Harret hadn't finished the job, after all.
She looked up at Courtney in a hurry, and the titter that greeted her made her quiver. In a low voice, Courtney murmured "You be good while mommy's away, okay, or else you won't get any of this, next Thursday. You don't want that, do you?"
Kimmy slowly blinked, face slowly boiling a shade of red. She slid her hands down, got a good honking in on the big pair of seat cushions rounding out that skirt, and boldly mumbled "Mommies need love, too...Baby might not be as big as you, but she can still hit mommy's spot. Maybe you should save it up, until then?"
If anything, Courtney was definitely surprised. Her eyebrows rose up and, after a moment of registering the return in banter, she started grinning, eyes easing half-closed. "Is that so," she answered, slowly easing back out of the hug. Playfully narrowing her eyes for a second, she teased "I'll take it under advisement, darling...This confident new side of you is certainly welcome, but do remember who your superiors are...In all respects."
Kimmy gave a vigorous nod. Don't worry, mommy, you can still spank her red if she's a bad girl, she just wants to see your other O-face, too! Do it for baby, honey-bunny! Do it and she promises she won't disappoint...M-Most likely!
Courtney chortled at the resurgent deference. "Now, I really should move along before poor Alex gets impatient at the wheel." With a warm smile and a playful little sweep of Kimmy's bangs with a finger, Courtney started for the end of the hall again, giving a brief wave goodbye with just her fingers as she went. "Do say hello to Travis for me, will you," she suggested, seconds before rounding the corner into the front hall.
Kimmy drew in a deep breath, sighed it back out in a huff, and gave her skirt a tug downwards. Well, at least she had managed to run into Court before the babe disappeared for a week, right? She was gonna miss her, too, but something told Kimmy she'd see her in her dreams at least a couple times that week, so the time apart wouldn't feel quite so long. Silver linings everywhere, right? Speaking of which, Kimmy grabbed her dry-cleaning bag, finished the saunter to Harret's office, and gave the door a quick, polite rapping with just the one knuckle. Straight away, she received a prompt "Come on in," an invitation she accepted with a big, sheepish smile on her face. Hi, sir! You still decent for visitors, after Court? Crack a window, it smells kinda musky!
The reality was a little less scandalous: Harret, completely dressed aside from that suit jacket he still lacked, sat behind his desk with a glowing smile on his face at the sight of her, offering not a hint as to what kind of "conversation" had gone on with his prior visitor. He stopped writing into an opened binder set over his desk, striking a somewhat mischievous silhouette when he held that fancy gold and black pen between both hands, pinching just either end of it. "Hey there, Kimmy," he said as she stepped inside, voice practically a growl. "Beverly called ahead and said you were coming."
She quietly shut the door behind herself, smiling more as she wandered over for one of the big, fancy leather chairs set before his equally big, fancy desk. "Yeah, you know, it's a bit of a bus ride," she explained away, "and I should probably think about my roommate. If he's working, he'll probably get back around the time I do, maybe even later, depending on how long I have to wait for my bus."
Harret chuckled, setting his pen down. "I have to admit," he said, "when Beverly called to say someone was ready to leave, I expected it to be Berri, not you. Berri usually likes to get out of here in time for some clubbing, but I imagined you'd stay until at least dinnertime, if only to stay close to Beverly."
Kimmy grinned, partly out of embarrassment. Had even Harret caught on to the tension between them, or had Beverly just talked about her, a lot?...Hard to say, it would've been tempting to say Beverly was too professional for that, but then again, she and Harret did seem quite close. Without knowing for sure either way, Kimmy played it safe and kept the full truth to herself, innocently explaining "Yeah, I know what you mean, but...I mean, I'd love to stay later, and maybe I can, next time. This is my first week going back from the job, though, and, uh..." She shrugged high, slowly sliding into one of Harret's seats. "I-I just think I should keep Travis in mind for my homecoming, y'know," she murmured, draping her dry-cleaning bag across the second seat, just next to her.
Harret gave a sagely nod, lips briefly pursing. Barely raising his eyebrows, he, a little more quietly, asked "I hope there haven't been any problems."
Kimmy raised her eyebrows high, hastily blurting out "Oh no, it's nothing like that, don't worry. Seriously, it's just as simple as Travis. I've gotta think about my roommate before I head off." She held her knees and shrugged, striking a spunky pose what with that cheeky smile of her's. In a bubbly coo, she added "I'll definitely stay, like, all day, next Saturday. Today's really gone by in a haze, anyway. It's fun, seeing all the girls really relax."
Harret started smiling, again. Sliding open a drawer on his desk, he lifted out a slim laptop, set it next to his binder, and pulled it open, casually asking "Okay, that's good. How were you planning on getting home, again?"
"Oh, just a bus, like I said. I know it's a bit of a trip, but I've got the time," Kimmy reassured, giving her thighs an idle rub.
Harret typed a few keys, eyes mostly on the screen as he asked "I could just arrange for a taxi, but I can respect that you want to get home your own way. So, no complaints, then? No time off needed? No concerns?"
Kimmy gave a quiet chuckle, an impish look creeping across her cute face. Dropping her chin, narrowing an eye, she gave a quick shake with her head hard enough to sway her pigtails, muttering "Complaints? Well, Berri's a smartass and does everything she can to rile up Bev n' Court, Clara can be scary sometimes, and Beverly likes playing with my feelings, but other than that, no, nothing." When Harret gave her a look and paused, Kimmy dropped the act and brightened, grinning as she insisted "I'm joking. No complaints, no real questions or concerns, I don't think. And, um, I don't think I need any time off, but is there a number I can call you at, directly, if something comes up?"
"Sure," Harret smiled. Grabbing one of his business cards from a display on his desk, he wrote down an extra number in pen, then passed it to her. She had barely thanked him before he was grinning a little, joking back "Just try to use it professionally, alright? I can't be spending the afternoon flirting anymore, I'm not the kid I used to be."
Kimmy burst out into a giggle, guffawing "Nooo, I would never. Strictly professional!"
Smiling wider, Harret let his eyes linger on her for a moment before he looked down at his binder. "Well," he said, tone taking on a more serious approach, "here's what I've calculated your pay to be. You didn't begin your first day until partway into Sunday, but I do pay you for overnight hours, so it should still be adequate." Kimmy's eyes bugged out - she hadn't considered overnight pay, too! Maybe Harret thought she wasn't happy, because he held out his binder and, with an innocent pout of his lip, offered "Take a look at my math."
Kimmy took the binder, not so much to actually check his work but to check the final result. The figure she saw just about had her dropping the thing to the floor, but she managed to stick the binder back into his hand before she could have a fit over her suddenly-loaded bank account. H-Holy fuck, how could Harret afford to pay them all so much?! He couldn't help but grin at her reaction, passively asking "Are we in agreement, then? I'll have Beverly audit the total in a moment, just to be sure, and then I'll make the deposit into your account."
Kimmy gulped, a nervous tingle floating in her chest as she worked up the nerve to get out one last question. "U-Um, Harret, one more thing. Before I go, um...I wanted to, uhh...Y'know, ask you about the, the thing...The f-free, um..."
He watched and listened for a few seconds, and once he had caught on, he smiled from ear to ear and interjected "The complementary cosmetic surgery? Were you already thinking of getting something done?"
Kimmy gulped. She couldn't find the words, so instead, she just vaguely gestured around her chest, voice adorably going small as she mumbled "Yeah, um...How, uh...W-What about...Getting bigger, here? J-Just curious, I don't know if I'm ready for that just yet, but everyone keeps saying I should, everyone seems to think I'd look better with some..."
Harret's smile suddenly took an apologetic turn, something that definitely had Kimmy worried, for a second. His answer was polite and thorough: "I'm sorry, Kimmy, but I'm not so sure that that's a good idea, just yet. I'd love to help you become as busty as you want, but you can't really just jump to big implants, straight away. In fact, you probably shouldn't even go for smaller implants until at least a few more weeks, if not months, of hormones, not until you fully bud out and start blossoming some breasts of your own." With a friendly little chuckle, he added "After all, implants are best used to augment, not create from scratch."
Kimmy just listened attentively, a somewhat blank look on her face. Harret raised his eyebrows, gently explaining "Mostly, the complementary surgery is used for other, smaller things, at least at first. Things to help pave the way for going more trans, like small nips or tucks. I'm sorry, Kimmy, but...I really should say no for now, at least in regards to implants. If you want to turn out as well as some of the other girls, we should hold off on the bigger things, for a while."
Kimmy suddenly broke out into an oddly relieved smile, posture straightening in her chair. "O-Oh, that's okay," she cheerily blurted out, smile splitting into a flustered grin, for a second. Heart racing, she stammered "I'm okay with that. Y-Yeah, no worries, heh heh. I can wait. In fact, wuh...Waiting might be for the best, like you said."
Smile widening, Harret barely gestured out to the sides, holding his hands palm-up. "That's what Hitomi's doing," he pointed out.
She grinned, gave her knees a clapping, stood up, and cheerily offered "Well then, I guess that settles it, right? I guess I'll just head off. Um, thanks again for the opportunity, honestly, I really appreciate it."
"Thank you, too," Harret answered, one hand idly reaching for his desktop phone.
Raising her eyebrows, Kimmy lifted her dry-cleaning bag, nervousness drifting back out of her as she sighed her words. "I'll be back next week, for sure. Bev's gonna see me out, right?"
"Absolutely," Harret replied, smiling wider at how flustered she was. Either the idea turned her on, or she still needed time getting used to the idea of bra shopping - either way, the topic had sure gotten her worked up. She'd get plenty of time to stew on it, at least.
"Okay then, see you next time," Kimmy warmly said, smiling and waving as she headed out the door.
He waved back, then pressed a button on his phone. Speaking aloud, he instructed "Beverly, Kimmy's just leaving now. Think you have time to audit her payroll before grabbing everyone for a goodbye? I think she'd appreciate a group sendoff."
Beverly's voice giggled over the line. "Absolutely," she agreed...
At Beverly's instruction, Kimmy waited by the front door, and once Beverly had returned, she had all the remaining girls in tow. Even sleepyhead Aisha was there, a silk, red and black, Harley Quinn-decorated housecoat draped around her hourglass of a body; Beverly had probably dragged her out of bed, the poor thing. As soon as they all walked out into the front hall and spotted her by the door, everyone was calling out and waving, and Hitomi even scurried over, eager to get in the first hug goodbye. Kimmy groaned at the squeeze-happy hug, but the big smile on her face put another on Beverly's own. This was the kind of thing Kimmy really needed: feeling like she belonged. Meant more to her than anything else, after everything was said and done.
"Bye-bye, mm," Hitomi groaned, just by Kimmy's ear. As they let go of each other, Hitomi held her shoulders, grinned, and gushed "I gave you my number at lunch, right? Call me some time this week, we'll hang out! Or, at least add me to your friend's list so we can game!"
"I will, I promise," Kimmy reassured, smiling and nodding. Seeing Hitomi's place? Why not? Girl must have a gaming corner fit to turn someone green with envy!
With an electronic cigarette to her pouty lips, the Nubian drew, then exhaled a cloud of vanilla-scented smoke. Holding out her arms, the soft-spoken beauty cooed an apologetic "Sorry I couldn't hang out more, I usually sleep in pretty late on Saturdays..."
Kimmy went in for the hug, cooing a bubbly "That's okay! You were there when it counted, right?"
Aisha gave a little chortle. Running her hand through one of Kimmy's pigtails, she cooed "Next Saturday, if you feel like taking a nap, just slide into my bed. I wouldn't mind a warm body pillow to snuggle up with."
Kimmy gulped - excuse her for being skeptical if the sound of easing into bed with a naked, stacked, well-hung black girl made her think a nap wasn't on the agenda. If she wasn't careful, she'd wind up sitting on Aisha's face and getting her gag reflex tested. "I w-will, for sure," Kimmy promised, an adrenaline-laced giggle fluttering out of her.
Aisha mumbled contentedly, then let her go. Berri grinned and went in for a hug of her own, commenting "You did great this week, don't even worry about it. I'm proud of ya."
Kimmy smiled, dryly retorting "That means a lot to me, Berri. Thanks."
Berri casually dropped a hand behind her, swatted her over the ass, and hugged her with a squeeze hard enough to have them swaying from foot to foot. "Don't get sarcastic, I meant it," she protested, grumbling happily as Kimmy hugged her back. "You're a hard worker and you couldn't possibly be any more different from the boy who walked in here, on Sunday. You don't take yourself so seriously anymore, your confidence has done a complete one-eighty. Now, go home and reintroduce yourself to Travis."
Kimmy smiled wide. She waited a second or two, then mumbled "...Well, that's the plan..."
Hitomi squealed, while the other girls just shot each other grins. Berri rubbed and patted Kimmy's back before the two let go of each other, and once Clara had stepped in, she got in a big hug, too. She didn't say anything during the embrace, but once the two had started letting go of each other, she quietly offered "Thanks, Kimmy...And, good luck with Travis."
"Thanks for what," Kimmy innocently asked, but Clara just smiled and shook her head. Kimmy thought back, but instead of bringing up that talk they had had about her friend, she just smiled and said "Well...Good luck with your date. You're going on a date, right?"
"Heh. Something like that," she slyly answered, winking.
When Kimmy looked over at Beverly, time seemed to still, for a moment. Then, she was hurrying over to hug the blonde goodbye, squeezing as much of herself against the t-girl's warm softness as she could. Beverly tittered and held her back, and for a solid thirty seconds, neither of them seemed to want to let go. Beverly started playing with one of Kimmy's pigtails, rolling the tip around her fingers as she murmured "...So, you've got that paper with the address of that store?"
Kimmy mumbled a placid "Mhm..."
"And, you know where to reach me, so whenever you feel like grabbing that coffee..."
"Mhm," Kimmy repeated, resisting the urge to casually sink her face into Bev's chest.
"Okay then," Beverly smiled, rubbing Kimmy's back. As the two only slowly let go of each other, there was another stillness, a sort of tenseness, an electricity charging the air between and around them. The others watched in silent anticipation until, a little suddenly, Kimmy reached up, grabbed Beverly's shoulders, and pulled, leaning her over until their mouths met. The charge swiftly bled from the air, each of the girls grinning their approval. Hitomi even went so far as to murmur a loud "Yayyy, they finally did it!"
Beverly started smiling and holding back laughs, mid-kiss. She pulled back, playfully protesting that the fraternization rule was still in full effect, but the rose flushing down to her chest more than undermined the complaint. Kimmy, beet-red and beaming, just mumbled something about how she'd definitely be giving her a call before turning and heading for the door, dry-cleaning bag over one shoulder. Beverly opened the door for her with a flirty "Bye," and then, Kimmy was practically walking through a cloud. The gate was opened for her, she walked for a minute, and then finally found herself right back where this whole journey had started: at a bus stop by the road, looking up at the marvellous House Venus.
Eventually, her bus rolled by. She tried not to reflect, tried to just hold on to that sense of confidence she had for the entire ride, but when she finally found herself face-to-face with her apartment door, taking the plunge and enacting her fantasy left her shaking and panting with adrenaline. She must've been crazy, but she really wanted to go through with this, didn't she? An even ballsier plan than anything she had led her friends to believe, an even riskier proposition than simply sitting Travis down and explaining everything to him over some pizza...She couldn't back down. She just had to man up and make it work.
Maybe she didn't have the boobs, but she had the uniform and the experience. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn't scared to admit it, anymore. Felt too good to be scared. Right there in the hallway, she unzipped her dry-cleaning bag, changed into her uniform, and slid her key into the lock. She couldn't be sure if her heart was pounding or fluttering, but all the same, she pushed that door right open.
In a bubbly, girly voice, Kimmy put on a big smile and announced "Traaavis? I'm hooome!"
He idly walked out from inside the kitchen, glass of water in hand. He looked confused for a second, just one, before he actually saw her...And recognized her. She stood there in the doorway, tummy roiling, face flushed scarlet. She could see it in his eyes, the realization, the click of more than a few things making sense at once. His jaw dropped open. The glass slipped from his hand, gave a dull thunk against the floor, and left a long, dark splash across the carpet. In an honest-to-God stammer, he blurted out "K...Kyle?! W-What're you wearing?!"
Kimmy grinned, a dreamy, euphoric look in her eyes. Short of breath, it suddenly dawned on her: she was doing it. This was reality, not a daydream, and there was no backing out, so she'd better get herself together before she blew it. Her...Her knees were weak, she could barely stand...
She didn't go back to her daytime voice, not even for a moment. "I...This is my job," she quietly admitted, head going light. Black fuzz appeared behind her eyes before she started dropping down to her knees, still half in the doorway. The dazed smile on her face looked oddly seductive, considering the small voice she used: "I...I clean stuff. I'm really good at it, apparently."
He just stared, wide-eyed. His eyes dropped to her lap, spotting the dent lifting her apron. When he looked back up, Kimmy just opened her mouth.
She had to wait a moment, but not nearly as long as she might've expected. Face turning red, he started marching over, frantically jimmying the zipper to his jeans.
~~End of Ch. 13~~
Chapter 14: Monday Night - Kimmy's Date Training
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Kimmy's Maid Training
Part IV ‑ "Epilogue"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: September 2, 2018
Kimmy came to with a groggy little groan, eyelashes fluttering before she found the strength to raise them. What a night...What a day before that, furthermore. Once she had gotten home Saturday, all hell had broken loose in their little apartment. They hadn't done much in the way of talking or explaining that first night, and that hadn't really changed much the day after, when the two of them had spent most of the day pretty much just lounging in bed between sudden fuck sessions. You'd be forgiven for thinking a day full of pillow talk might get them trying to figure things out on a more personal level. Instead, Kimmy had a week full of raunchy stories to tell him all about, and those could only go on for so long before another fiesta broke out for who even knew how long. In short, things remained fairly shallow, during the honeymoon.
Now, though, it was whole 'nother morning, her second day off from her first ever week as a sensual maid at the beautiful House Venus. She idly stared off at the wall as she got her bearings, a smile quickly blossoming across her face. She was still in bed, still snuggled up to his side; his arm around her shoulders, the side of her face against his chest, why, she still couldn't believe she was even there on his bed, at all. Every breath he took was like a slow serenade, gently shifting her head back and forth, his heartbeat a thrum on her cheek...Mmm, so comfy. Still, though, she could feel that old, cranky listlessness in her limbs - it was time to get up, girl, you weren't getting any more winks. Might as well not waste the time trying.
With another little groan, she started pushing herself up, trying her best not to disturb her bedmate all the while. They had gotten so hot in the heat of the moment, last night, that they hadn't even crashed with the sheets over them, so at least Kimmy had that working in her favour. She tossed an idle glance at his crotch mid-getaway, noting with a pause how, even after keeping him pretty thoroughly milked all yesterday, he still had it in him to catch a ragin' case of morning wood, all the same. She smirked, considering for a moment how she could've mouthed him awake for a giggle, then thought better of it. No, better not provoke a repeat of yesterday - it was high time she got up and got some actual stuff done.
Rising to her feet, she stumbled for the bathroom, first and foremost. Then, she finally returned to her own bedroom for the first time since she had gotten home, finding it looking more or less undisturbed despite the occasional intruder Travis might allow, she would've added in a grumble. With a heavy sigh, she sat down hard on the edge of her bed, eyes locked on her dresser as she excavated her mind for any possible outfit she could wear that wouldn't look like a hot mess. God, she'd have to go on a serious shopping binge, she'd have to buy a whole new wardrobe...But hey, she had the money for it, now! Kimmy gave a little grin, then glanced down at herself, visualizing a choice little number - yeah, she could make it work, as long as she used the right makeup...
And so, Kimmy found herself in front of the bathroom mirror post-shower, door wide open and occupant stark naked, carefully applying her cherry red lip gloss, her smoky dark eyeshadow and mascara, the foundation and blush on her cheeks, the girly works. After doing up her pigtails and styling her bangs, she spritzed on some perfume, went back into her room, and tried, really tried, to put together the cutest thing she could. It definitely wasn't easy, despite her planning: in the end, she wound up pulling on a black pair of leggings she had secretly bought, a tight pair of shorts whose legs she promptly rolled up more than a little high for fashion's sake, and a boy's t-shirt she tightened into a girl's by tying a knot at the rear, better showing off her blossoming figure. Good enough!
Travis still hadn't gotten up by then, and it wasn't long after she had gotten started on breakfast that Kimmy thought back to that little promise she and Beverly had made. Just remembering the way Beverly smelled was enough to tingle her tummy. She knew where to reach her...All she had to do was call. She had all week to do whatever she wanted. Why not spend tonight with Bev? Travis would be going to work, anyway, so he'd be gone by lunchtime. How else was she gonna spend her time, playing video games? Pfft, forget that noise! Once breakfast was ready, she set everything aside and picked up the phone, punching in the number to House Venus' direct line. A nervous tingle fluttered into her belly halfway through the second ring, but then, to her instant relief, an all too familiar voice answered.
"Hi there, this is Beverly, Head Maid to David Harret! How may I help you, this morning?"
"Hey Bev, it's me," Kimmy cooed, barely holding back the giggle in her chest. Grinning, she murmured "You got a minute?"
She could hear Beverly take a clipped gasp, cutting herself off partway to blurt out "Of course I do! How did things go with you and Travis? Did you show him your uniform?"
Kimmy gave a quick, breathless laugh, eyes rolling to the side as she joked "Oh, uh, heh heh, yeah, I sure did. Yeah, it went pretty well, pretty damn swell."
Beverly gave a trilling laugh, at that. "Oh, dear," she commented, all sympathy and sighs. "You poor thing! Do I even wanna know what he, like, did to you? If you ever need someone to listen-"
Kimmy broke out laughing. "Nooo," she howled, "not like that! Stop it! No, 'kay, seriously, it's been great, but I can tell you more about it when we see each other. How about tonight? I was, um, thinking of this place downtown, Clara talked a lot about it and it seemed like a fun place to check out, so I thought...Why not?"
Kimmy didn't stumble over her words, credit where credit's due, but her tone definitely softened partway through the suggestion, as if Beverly might've actually had something better to do. It wasn't hard to notice, either: Beverly gave a giggle, voice softening to an almost motherly coo. Half teasing, half reassuring, she swooned "Aww, listen to you, you sound so nervous! You think I'm gonna turn you down, hon?"
"No, I mean," Kimmy blurted out, faux-defensively, voice becoming more of a mumble as she added "...Just, y'know, I don't know if you already have plans. Just trying to take that into account, y'know! I'm being thoughtful!"
Beverly couldn't help purring a titter. "Well, that's very sweet of you, hee-hee! Luckily, I'm completely free, Kimmy. David's going to be away on business until around four in the morning, give or take, so I have all night to do whatever we want. I'm dying to see you away from the mansion, for a little...I wanna see how you dress without a uniform, especially now."
"Me too," Kimmy was quick to offer back, smiling to herself like a love-struck teen.
"Well, what's this place downtown," Beverly asked, holding back a giggle. "A restaurant? A nightclub? If there's a dress code, lemme know, hon!"
Kimmy looked over her shoulder when she heard footsteps shuffle into the living room. Travis, wearing just a pair of bulge-sporting boxers, smiled at her on his way to the kitchen, then noticed all those plates of eggs, bacon, and French toast on the dinner table, complete with orange juice set for two. He paused, gave her a wink and a smile, then vanished into the kitchen to make his morning coffee. Kimmy grinned to herself as she watched him come and go, explaining to Bev "It's a nightclub, apparently. Something like that, anyway. Clara mentioned it a lot in her stories, so I guess she's a regular. She mentioned it usually has a black light theme, on Mondays."
"Okay, sure - a lot of white, then. Sounds like fun! I haven't gone dancing in a little while...Think you'll be able to keep up, Kimmy?"
Kimmy grinned from ear to ear. "I guess it depends on how much dirty dancing we do," she joked.
Beverly had a laugh, at that. "There miiight be some, but I'm not gonna promise anything...I guess it depends on if the music gets me in the right mood, or if my date's good enough at wooing me, hee-hee! So, what time do you wanna meet up? We could meet somewhere else first, too, if you wanted to grab a coffee."
Kimmy gave it a thought, a playful hum vibrating over the line. "Maybe, but maybe we should save that for just after," she suggested. "That way we can keep our energy up!"
"Oh, yeah? What for," Beverly innocently cooed.
Kimmy wasn't fooled, she could hear her grin in her voice. "Well, if you don't know, I guess we'll just find out," she teased.
Beverly held back an airheaded giggle, lightheartedly joking "Not if I can't find my way down there, we won't. You haven't even told me the name, babe!"
Kimmy rhymed off the address for her to write down, a little grin on her face all the while. She stayed absorbed in the phone call even when Travis walked back out of the kitchen, steaming green mug in hand. He smiled and watched her until he had gotten to the table, then took a seat and waited for her to come by. Kimmy held her hip with her free hand and idly paced off to the side as she cooed "How about meeting there at nine? We can get in some time at the club, then grab a coffee before the end of the night. Maybe we can even make it at my place, we've got good coffee, here."
Beverly gave a little titter. Voice dropping to a sultry murmur, her breaths could've tickled Kimmy's ear: "What kinda girl do you think I am, Kimmy? I don't know what you think's gonna happen tonight, but I promise you, I won't do anything too crazy, too quickly - I'm saving myself for marriage, you know!"
The marriage line instantly had Kimmy hollering out a laugh, which just had Beverly trying real, real hard not to start cracking up, herself. Travis looked over with a bemused smile, raising an eyebrow. Idly cutting into a slice of French toast, he watched her as he bit into his first piece, only looking away when she stifled herself. A huge smile on her face, Kimmy lowered her voice, teasing "Yeah, okay, I see how it is. Listen, I respect your life choices, Bev, but I think it's gonna be a little hard to keep to that one, working where you do."
"I try really hard, though," Beverly cooed in a babyish tone, a subtle titter catching in her throat.
"Well, stop just for tonight," Kimmy joked, face steadily turning red - stop toying with her, already!
The aggressiveness had Bev giggling. She took one last jab, just to get Kimmy really flustered, and it almost worked, too: in just a murmur, she said "Well, okay, if Travis really didn't finish the job last night, I guess I-"
Kimmy's eyes bugged out, an exasperated whine briefly humming out of her before she caught herself. Instead of going on about how well Travis had worn her out, Kimmy sidestepped the trap, demeanor shifting in a snap. "C'mon, seriously, I really wanna see you there," she murmured, voice dropping. Idly putting her back to Travis, she looked out over the balcony, free hand running through her hair. "If tomorrow's a better night..."
Beverly missed a beat, pausing for a moment. She knocked off the joking, tone turning more warm as she cooed back "I really wanna see you there, too - more than you might think, sweetie. I never said no! I was just playing around, you know that. Nine o'clock? I'll definitely be there. I wouldn't miss it for anything."
A flustered smile spread on Kimmy's face. A warble in her voice, she cooed "Okay, good...I've gotta go, I'm about to have breakfast, but I'll see you tonight, b-Bev."
"See you tonight, hon," Beverly hummed, the sound of a smooch filling the line.
Kimmy went red as she hung up, muscles stiffening. She had almost called Bev "baby," and right in front of Travis, too - you'd better be careful, sweetheart, if you don't want this triangle of your's to get any more complicated. Granted, you aren't going steady with your roommate, you aren't really an item with either of them just yet, so it isn't cheating, but...Better to avoid complications and hurt feelings by flaunting it, right? Or, was it better to be up-front and leave no room for confusion?...Christ, who could even tell? It's not like she was used to having this kind of problem!
Oh, sure, it was a nice issue to have, but it was kinda surreal, too, at least for an ex-hermit like herself. Two short weeks ago, she had been hiding from the world inside her bedroom, and now, she was flirting with the two people she had the biggest hots for. Great fun, but was it something that could, or should, sustain itself? Was it fair to Bev or Travis?...What if she wound up wanting something more than just a fuck-buddy? Clearly, she still needed to think about this, maybe more in-depth than she wanted to go. Until she could get this figured out definitively, better to play it safe.
She chucked her phone to the nearby futon, turned, and headed for the dinner table. Smiling like it was no big deal, she slid into her seat as she explained "I was hoping to hang out with Beverly tonight, but I'm not even sure if I'm gonna like the club we're supposed to meet at. Another girl at the mansion said it was pretty fun, but...Mmf." She leaned in partway, lips puckered up until he smirked, held back a chuckle, and leaned in the rest of the way, sharing a morning smooch with her deep enough to get a dab of his maple syrup on her lip. She gave it a quick lick, picked up her utensils, and started eyeing her bacon, cheerily finishing her thought. "Buuut, like I said, I've never been, before. So, we'll see."
"That Beverly girl sounds like she could make pretty much any place fun," Travis remarked, a slow grin growing across his jaw.
She pretended not to notice the way he was watching her, openly prodding for some kind of reaction. She played it cool, nonchalant. Biting off half a strip of bacon, the fat of which she had cut off pre-grilling for both their sakes, she avoided his eyes and said "Yeah, well, that's pretty much one of her duties as Head Maid, right? As the team captain, she's naturally gonna wanna keep spirits high. Who the heck wants to do all that hard work when they're in a bad mood?"
"Especially if you have a pushy partner, huh," Travis pointed out, sipping some OJ through a grin.
"Most of them are fine," Kimmy passively answered, meeting his eyes with a shrug. "I almost got in trouble on my first day, though. Was nobody's fault but mine, but Berri kinda put the idea in my head that I was so uptight I needed to slack off just to chill out. It took me a bit to understand what she had really meant, by that. Courtney could be pretty strict, but by that point in the week I was pretty used to the work, so I just chipped in a bit extra and we got along great."
"How great," he chirped, a bit of a smug look on his face until he bit off a hunk of syrup-dripping French toast. Good to see he was liking it - she had been afraid, for a moment there, that she had burnt one of his pieces. She had almost swapped it with one of her own, even.
Kimmy's smile blossomed from ear to ear. She barely huffed a chuckle, fork-impaled French toast hovering by her mouth as she softly quipped "Pretty great...I think she has a little crush on me. She wants to be my mommy, if you...Know what I mean."
Travis started snickering, face opening up in surprise. "Holy cow-"
"It's actually pretty hot," Kimmy innocently added, practically as an afterthought. "She looks fantastic for a girl her age. I mean, she's pretty like a super model mom. Giant boobs, a big, fat butt, a tight waist and a thick cock-"
"Maybe she's not the only one with a crush," Travis teased, a half-grin on his face as he turned, held out the remote, and clicked on the TV.
Kimmy broke out into another smile, a hint of pink simmering across her face. Holding back a snicker, she joked "Trust me, it's purely sexual."
Travis had a laugh. "No shit, eh?"
Kimmy grinned and started chuckling, but a slow malaise began to seep out from the back of her mind, dripping through her muscles like molasses. Her grin slowly died away to a little smile, but before the discomfort could wrap around her gut, she spoke up, trying her best not to sound like they were about to have the dreaded "talk." Fork poking at some bacon, free hand lingering near her OJ, she offered "...Um, listen, I, uh...I just wanted to say something."
His motions slowed down a little, but he didn't look particularly troubled or bothered. Cutting off a bit of spice-sprinkled egg, he glanced at her and prodded "Shoot."
Kimmy's lips pursed, for a second. She hesitated, picking and choosing her words carefully: "...I just wanted to say that, um...The job isn't the reason I'm like this. I mean, it is, but it was always there...You know?"
"Yeah. I know," he placidly commented, biting his egg off from his fork, tossing her a glance.
Maybe he didn't get it. She watched his eyes, more carefully asserting "I mean, for even longer than we've known each other, this was how I was, inside. The job just helped me get it out, you know? And...Um..."
"I know," he repeated, smiling at her.
Even though her voice quieted a little, her tone took on some more confidence. "I just wanted to say that I don't regret what happened, not one bit. I, uh..." She started smiling, and eventually, he began meeting her eyes more consistently. Barely shrugging her eyebrows at him, she took a sip of orange juice and admitted "I really needed it. You've been my best friend since I left highschool, and...Y'know, a lot of times I thought about being more than friends." Smile widening even more, pink turning to red across her face, she finished her confession with a little "I'm glad we finally did. Wherever we go from here, I don't regret it."
Travis started smiling from ear to ear. "Wherever we go from here," he repeated, a hint amused, a tad surprised. He sobered up after a moment, raising his eyebrows a touch as he reassured "You're still my best friend, that hasn't changed. Were you scared of letting me know, or something? I always kinda figured, you know."
She paused, eyes slowly bugging out. Whaddya mean, he always figured? Shut the f...She had tried so hard to hide it from him! How could...Oh. Ohhh. Oh my gosh, it was so obvious. The relief, and in a lot of ways fulfilment, coursed through her so hard, her belly tingled up a storm. A jittery smile flickering across her lips, she confessed "...You have no idea how scared. I thought you'd kick me out, or hate me - but, i-it doesn't matter now, y'know?"
"I don't think it does, either," he confidently smiled. "What matters is where we go from here. And, I dunno 'bout you, but I've been having a lot of fun," he offered, paving her the way out she clearly craved. "So...I've gotta head for work in a few hours, and you've got your thing with Bev, but, uh..." He gave her a crafty smile, eyes easing half-closed. Voice going smoother, he suggested "...I wouldn't mind doing this again, some time. Why stop a good thing?"
She started beaming, eyes down on her bacon as she twiddled her fork at it. After a moment, she set her fork down, eyes peeling to sultry slits as she reached over under the table's edge, mumbling "Are you still hard, or something?..." He grinned before she had even touched him, and for a second, her smile split into a grin. Rubbing around, getting a feel for his boxers, she suppressed a shiver and cooed "That answers that...Mm, but, um. Yeah, we could totally do this again, some time. I'm here for the whole week, so we've got plenty of time."
"Sounds great," he grumbled, hand and fork pausing, smile widening.
Watching her arm shift back and forth past the edge of the table, Kimmy started flashing him a half-grin, one eye briefly narrowing as she purred "You, like, saving that up, orrr...You waiting for me to take care of it, or something?"
Travis shifted his knee aside, leaning open his thigh. With a little chuckle, he remarked "Well, I've still got a few hours before work...If you, uh, had something in mind, I wouldn't really argue..."
She arched an eyebrow. Is that so? Well, why not, right? Maybe her breakfast could do with a little extra protein. With a little chuckle, she took her napkin, dabbed at her mouth, and slid out of her seat...
Once Travis had left for work, Kimmy was out the door on a wild shopping spree. She hit up all the girl's clothing shops in the mall, then a few ritzier, and racier, places along the way back - she even got that spiced tea Bev kept at work! She stuffed it all in her closet, took a fresh shower, did her hair and makeup all over again, and got to work putting together her look for the date. She had grabbed a bunch of cute little numbers, sure, but she really wanted to wow Bev - this called for a little more than some shorts and a knotted top, right? Time to get creative!
She gave it some time to think and doubted her own first couple choices, but when all was said and done, Kimmy stood in front of her mirror and admired her work, preening her bangs one last time before grabbing her hips, smiling, and huffing out a cute little sigh. Just look at her - her new clothes were so sexy, she just about puffed out her chest in pride. Beverly wouldn't know what hit her!
For starters, she had mixed it up with her hair: instead of the usual two, she only put up the one pigtail, leaving the rest of her glossy brown hair loose to swing about her neck and shoulder. With her hair down on her right side, her frosted blonde tips blended together into a wider highlight, a fetching look she thought might...Well, maybe it was silly of her, but...Might make her look a little more mature, to Beverly. Like, that she had changed, grown in a way - weird, right? Like, how could a different hairstyle make Bev take her more seriously? Mmf...Oh, she just wanted to impress her, the silly thing.
Don't overthink it, just do your own thing and let Bev feel how she wants to about it, right? As if she wouldn't like how you look! It's gonna be great, honey, don't psych yourself out now! Just let your hair down and go wild! Kimmy gave a guilty smile at her own reflection, then winked, eying how her makeup had turned out all the while.
She had put on a sultry sweep of black eyeshadow, along with plenty of mascara, of course. She had given herself an all-over layer as a base to smooth her complexion, then added the tiniest hint of pink blush at her cheekbones, giving her that extra spunk in her smile. She had chosen a bright, cherry-red lipstick, then rimmed it with a subtle bit of pink lip liner, an extra detail she hoped might make her look all the more kissable to the tall blonde, even if only subliminally. A thin, pink, floral-patterned blouse pulled over a black undershirt made a nice combo, especially with just the bottom two buttons done for an extra breezy fit...Might get her nipples poking out at some point, but oh well. At least the cutesy white hearts designed all across her undershirt would look great in the nightclub's black lights!
A pleated pink skirt swished around her wide hips and oh so generous derriere, riddled all across the fabric with a thicker white material, almost like stylized webbing. Whether it was supposed to make her skirt look like broken pink glass or lightning bolts on a pink sky, Kimmy wasn't too sure, but it sure looked damn cool in her book, either way...Although, she could see Berri making a crack about Hot Topic, or something, so she made a mental note never to wear it around the cheeky punk. As if she's one to talk, anyway!
A thin, black pair of stockings hugged her thick thighs almost all the way up to those jiggly handfuls of her's, and given that she had decided to brave going commando that night, taking Bev to the dance floor could get quite interesting. Would she be able to keep her hands to herself?...What if Kimmy gave her a little flash, at some point? What if they started grinding? Nothing but stockings meant easy access, right?...Ohh, it's gonna be fun, testing Bev's limits!
Tucking her dainty feet into a little white pair of slip-ons not too dissimilar from her work heels, she then pulled an exciting new accessory over her shoulder: a little white purse, clasps all silver accents and contents all essentials. A purse, now - pretty soon she'd have to go bra shopping! Be still, her beating heart! On a whim, she had tossed on a silver pendant, too, a shiny little thing shaped like a snake wrapped around an apple. Not exactly her usual look, but she thought she'd give it a try, just for the heck of it. None of her other necklaces really fit the night's look, anyway.
She smiled a little wider at her reflection, gave herself one last once-over, then nodded. She was ready. Time to get this date on the road.
She killed time until she was due to get a move on, then called a taxi through an app on her phone, climbed inside, and started the ride downtown. Butterflies started tickling their way around her belly more and more the closer she got, but once the skyline started to light up around the taxi, once they were really getting into downtown and driving submerged through the neon pools and the flashing, flickering glow flooding the streets, Kimmy forgot all about her own nervousness. With an excited grin, she looked outside through the window as the driver's GPS announced the destination's arrival. Time to go, honey. Knock 'em dead - Bev'll think you're positively adorable.
Kimmy looked up at the club's glittering walls, one hand idling on a purse strap as the taxi pulled away behind her. Flagship, the sign said, all in bold, grandstanding art deco font. There were a couple burly bouncers at the door and a line a dozen or so deep, plus a general crowd of loiterers nearby, maybe waiting for the line to get smaller before moving in. Kimmy pouted out her lip, offering a tentative nod; so, Clara liked this joint, huh? Outside wasn't super impressive. Practically looked like a warehouse! Well, not like she could turn back at this point, anyway. She'd give it a shot, like it or not. If it was a bust, well, she'd just tease Clara about it, next time she saw her.
Kimmy didn't see Beverly anywhere outside, so there wasn't much else for her to do but get in line and just keep an eye out while she waited. It took a few minutes to get inside the club, too, but almost as soon as she was passing through those doors and entering the dim, purplish lights of that long entrance hallway, as soon as she was absorbed into the din of the pumping music and chatting crowds, someone was throwing their arms around her shoulders from behind, a so very familiar voice giggling into her ear and fighting the music to be heard.
"Kimmy, hey, it's me! You have great timing," Beverly loudly said, voice a bit muted against the dance music coming down the hall towards them. "I just got in a few minutes ago!"
Kimmy gulped. Just imagining Bev's big, bouncy bust inches behind her head was enough to have the girl sweating. She could already smell her perfume...Oh, God, it was like roses, tonight! Kimmy broke out into an impish grin, instantly spinning around on a heel so the two sweethearts could check each other out. "Hey," she called back, "it's good to see you, I, uh, whew..." She paused, eyes slowly widening, darting up and down across her date's body. Grin coming back in full force, she breathed out "Wow, Bev, you look great! Where'd you get that dress?"
The sunny Aryan grinned right back at her, holding her hips as she talked, subtly letting Kimmy drink it all in until she could get a hold of herself. "A designer place a few blocks from here, actually! I can give you the address, if you want! I'm glad you like it - it's my first night wearing it out, so I don't know if it's a hit, yet!"
Definitely a hit with her. Kimmy nodded and chatted along, but her eyes couldn't stop roaming. God, Bev looked stunning, tonight...That dress did her curves justice. For starters, though, Kimmy loved what she had done with her hair: she must have used a curling iron or something, because for the first time, Beverly's bangs had some waves to them, adding some curly oomph to the blonde framing her gorgeous face.
The rest of it, of course, was thrown out around her slender shoulders like a waterfall, thick locks all silk and satin as they spilled down her neck. She had only put on a modest amount of black eyeshadow, but she emphasized it with a lot of mascara and a little bit of glitter, adding to the sparkle of those bright blue eyes. Her lipstick was, of course, a vibrant, candy-coating pink, nails naturally done up in the same glossy shade for that extra bit of colour coordination - cute!
That dress, though...Wow. It barely looked any thicker than spider silk - Kimmy probably could've ripped it right off of her, if she applied herself. Sleeveless, strapless...Christ, Bev, who're you trying to seduce: Kimmy, or half the club? Kimmy didn't need any extra encouragement! Her soft, sheer fabric dress was a bright pink to match her makeup, form-fitting from just under her shoulders down to just past her hips, probably just long and tight enough that she could move around without it hiking up her pillowy tush...Heaven forbid, Kimmy breathlessly thought.
The Aryan's voluptuous figure turned that dress into a pink hourglass: the neckline only covered up about half of her cleavage, and with zero bra straps in sight, hoo boy, there was plenty of eye candy, perfect for clubbing. The dress dipped around her waist, then swelled back out at those generous hips, barely covering her crotch in the process and probably hugging nice and tight to that amazing ass, too, all the while...If Kimmy could just resist the urge to drop to her knees and press her face against that thick, round wiggling, this date would go fine. Hopefully. That's assuming she didn't just slide her hand up her date's dress in all the anticipation, either.
She let her eyes drop, subtly, not to mention shamelessly, trying to check out Beverly's lap for any, erm, shall we say, transparency, but in the near-darkness of the entry hall, Kimmy couldn't make out a thing. If Beverly's dress advertised a tonsil-tickling bulge, Kimmy wouldn't know until they were out in the lights...Until she was already on her arm, body against her's, perfume mingling, breath hot, clearly the tall t-girl's company for the night, exposed to everyone that she was looking to hold her ankles for a while-
Kimmy looked away mid-chitchat and cleared her throat with a smile, wisely avoiding any potential wardrobe malfunctions of her own. Let's not get carried away just yet, babe - Beverly may be everything you've dreamed of, but if you can't even make it to the bar without tenting your skirt, we might be in trouble. Contain yourself!
Now, Beverly's mostly pink look might not have been the best fit for the promised black lights, but she clearly hadn't forgotten: for contrast, every single one of her accessories was some kind of ivory, perfect for standing out on the dance floor. Her long, smooth legs were completely bare all the way down to the diamond-covered, white leather heels she had on, stiletto points ensuring she towered over Kimmy even more than usual, widening the gulf between them to even more than a whole head's worth. Those glittering stilettos might've been classy, sure, but they were even higher than her work heels - now, they'd have to meet each other halfway just for a kiss! Just another reason for Kimmy to get her home, hmm?
Matching those heels of her's, a wide, flat, diamond-coated choker wrapped around Bev's neck, complementing all that body glitter she had dusted across her billowing cleavage, much to Kimmy's collar-tugging delight. The sparkling white leather was sure to be a stunner in the black lights, but it was so loud, it definitely didn't do anything to help Beverly look less bubbly - if Berri were around, no doubt she would've made a crack. Kimmy, though, loved it - just thinking about Beverly over her with a choker labelled "Bimbo" was enough to get her feeling hot.
Making matters even worse were the two diamond bangles at her wrists, a matching diamond anklet, plus a big, Valley Girl pair of silver hoops for earrings. For the first time Kimmy could remember outside of sleeping and showering, Beverly actually didn't have her earpiece in; tonight, it really was just the two of them. That did a little something for her confidence, if Kimmy were being honest. She didn't have to share with Harret or the other maids, and all the rules were out the window. At least for tonight, Bev was all her's.
The blonde smiled from ear to ear, adjusted the white strap of her purse, and knowingly let her eyes ease half-closed. Leaning in, she spoke over the music and broke the sudden, lingering pause: "...You like my dress, hon?"
Kimmy gave a start, face flushing until even her ears burned. Jesus Christ, bad enough her ogling had turned more than a little transparent, but she had even started doing it below the waistline, too. Had she even answered the last thing Beverly had said? Did she even remember what it was?...Oh, God, what had it been, again? Christ, could she possibly look any more starved for cock? Immediately getting flustered, she laughed and played it off, blurting out "Yeah, i-it looks really great on you! I love your choker, a-and the body glitter's super sexy, babe!"
Beverly grinned, tilting her head to the side. "Aw, you think so? I was hoping you'd like it, I'm glad you noticed! You look great, too - I like the skirt, and your hair's super cute!"
Aw, Christ, Bev had noticed her hair. Don't go red, don't go red-
Finally, the music began to die down. Kimmy's smile only got all the more sheepish as her tongue rather obviously tied itself into a knot. Beverly gave her a second, but she could probably sense Kimmy's nervousness all too well. It was a compliment, obviously, one honest enough it couldn't help but flatter her, but if her date was getting star-struck, well, she'd just have to take the initiative, wouldn't she? Idly trailing her fingertips across her date's shoulders, letting them roam down her arms on their way to her hands, her eyes brightened with an inner laugh as she leaned in a little, getting close enough to smell Kimmy's perfume. God, getting this close to the little cutie was almost too much. She grinned as a tremble subtly coursed down her spine; Kimmy had no idea how irresistible she really was, did she? Maybe Beverly needed to remind her...
Kimmy watched her eyes all the while, blinking a couple time in rapid succession as a softer look started filling them. When Beverly started closing the distance, she could feel the way Kimmy's breaths shortened, then abruptly deepen as soon as their lips met. Kimmy's soft hands came up to her hips, the little cutie smooching her back once...Twice...A flicker of the tongue against her lips...Thrice...And then, with a contented little coo in her throat, Beverly eased back, a wide smile on her face. Kimmy looked up at her with a dreamy smile, one hand briefly rising to run through her bangs.
Maybe Bev should've picked shorter heels?...With her stilettos being as tall as they were, there couldn't really be any repeats of that steamy makeout session they had had in the shower room, earlier in the week. It's not like Kimmy could steal many kisses, like this, after all...Plus, it might've been a little hard for Bev to dance in, but where there's a will, there's a way. Speaking of which, now that the music was a little quieter, Beverly didn't have to raise her voice quite as much to be heard: "You feel like seeing it under the lights? We came here to have fun and do a little dancing, right? So, what're we doing just standing by the door?"
Those kisses must've definitely helped break the ice, because Kimmy dropped her chin for a second, held back a laugh, and looked back up at her with a beaming smile. Holding a hip, she leaned right back in with a new twinkle in her eyes, making sure she was heard as she cooed "You're totally right, babe, on all counts: I do wanna see that dress under the black lights and I do wanna get you dancing, so why're we still at the door? Like, I wanna shake my ass to some tunes!" When Kimmy reached out and took her hand, Beverly's smile evolved into a grin. There's that confident side she knew and loved! Don't let a little thing like a dress and some makeup get you nervous - be yourself! It's still just big sis Bev, after all!
Kimmy started grinning right back, but before she could start guiding Beverly down the hall, the beautiful German took the lead. She shifted her hand, threading her fingers with Kimmy for a closer, tighter hold. Leaning in as she started moving, she held back a giggle as she cooed "Now you've got me in the mood - you definitely won't be the only one shaking her ass out there, hon. You know, I used to be pretty athletic! I bet I could still take you through your paces, help work up a sweat..."
Wasn't the only thing she'd help work up. Kimmy almost said as much, too, just to see if it got a reaction, but then she settled on murmuring something a little less kinky, a little more pointed: "And now, there's no fraternization rule to get in your way!" With a cheeky grin, Kimmy bumped her side into Bev's, looked up and over, and teased "Question is...Are you gonna take advantage of that?"
Putting all of the onus on her, like that, had Bev giving a big, entertained smile. She slipped her soft hand out of Kimmy's before another, coincidentally just as soft, gave her a nice, firm clap over the keister, then came around her shoulders, holding Kimmy close until they were hip-to-hip. She tried not to let it faze her, how the side of her face was damn near brushing against the side of Beverly's huge bust in the process, but she couldn't keep the rose out of her cheeks when Beverly brought her head down by her's, playfully cooing "Mmm, don't act like you haven't been waiting just as long, sweetie..."
Kimmy didn't dare try denying it. There had been some jitters for a minute, sure, but could you blame her? She'd never seen this bubbly beauty outside of work before, never seen her wear anything but that sexy maid uniform of her's - how was she supposed to handle seeing her, all dolled up and on the prowl for a juicy treat? Smiling from ear to ear, she made it a point to just look at Beverly for a second, then puckered up and tilted her head back into her shoulder. Beverly stopped walking, just long enough to lean in and give her a smooch, then booped her nose with a big smile. An affectionate glow in her eyes, the gorgeous blonde softly offered "Let's have some fun tonight, 'kay? We've earned it."
Kimmy giggled and nodded. She leaned a little harder into Beverly, bringing her arm up around her hips with a big, contented sigh. As long as they were together, anything'd be fun.
As they drew closer to the hubbub at the end of the hall, the dim, purplish lights started intensifying around them, and slowly, colours began to shift, brighten. Blacks became almost purple, whites began to glow, and every colour in between became so much more saturated, a strong enough colour could give off a vibrant light of it's own, too. Giving Kimmy a very literally glowing grin, Beverly held her hip as she strutted into the club, eagerly looking around for where everything was. Kimmy eagerly kept up, more or less just to keep holding Bev's side, but once she started checking out the club, a grin started growing on her face, too. Wow, this place was actually pretty cool!
The name had left her with some guesses as to the theme, and although she'd let her imagination run away from her, this was definitely something she hadn't anticipated. It was...Trippy? Psychedelic?
The club was one huge auditorium, divided into two halves by a thick concrete wall tall enough to reach halfway up to the ceiling. The front half of the wall was an enormous bar formed out of perforated metal-plated concrete, lined behind the counter by a good ten meters of bottles, all in alphabetical order, all neatly arranged along a wide row of shelves. The bottles made for a stunning display under the black lights, to be sure, like some kind of grand glass art piece on display, ambrosia ripe for the patrons to suckle at. It definitely didn't hurt how ceiling lights swivelled and swayed in time with the music, rigged up to pause with every drop, rotate with every escalating beat - when they hit the bottles, all the different coloured labels and glass tints turned the display into an iridescent lightshow.
Three different bartenders paced back and forth across their respective sections of the bar, where customers could then take their no doubt pricy drinks and drift off to the metal-plated stools, tables, and chairs in the nearby lounge section and have a good time. The black lights gave the metal a pristine glow that drowned out the concrete, making itself all fade to black until only a heavenly chrome lounge was left over, all the peoples and their clothing bringing their own colours to the scene. The pièce de résistance, though? The floor had been covered over in a smooth, marble-like finish just a little less reflective than a mirror, leaving everyone looking like they were walking on water. Fancy, but it must've been a bitch to clean, plus it must've really freaked out the drunks, sometimes.
All well and good, a fun time for sure, but the real party was quite clearly in the other half of the club, past the concrete barrier's sides.
The far half the club was a completely different theme: shaped like half of an old Roman gladiatorial coliseum, complete with long, curving stone benches rising some thirty feet high along the far wall, thick concrete pillars climbing up clear to the ceiling in both corners, and regal banners patterned gold and crimson loosely suspended between them; the place looked like Russell Crowe could've owned it, demanding from the manager's office if people were entertained with the decor. Of course, the paint job kind of muddled the authenticity, but this was a nightclub, right - nothing but dingy concrete suited a mosh pit!
In that far half of the club, everything between the floor and the ceiling had been randomly blasted with wildly varying amounts of neon paints, meaning the omnipresent black lights - and, of course, all those dance floor lights - turned the whole world into a flashing, glowing slush of rainbows, a chaotic smattering of hues with no rhyme or reason. On top of the paint job, an enormous television screen had been mounted onto the rear face of the club's dividing wall; there, a trippy music video of sorts slowly crawled itself along, all Picasso figures traced out of neon lines melting into themselves, otherworldly beings with multiple faces per head shifting into and out of each other.
Smaller screens had been mounted at all corners of the huge concrete barrier dividing the auditorium's space, as well as all four walls and corners to the actual warehouse structure, itself, spreading the psychedelic video every which way...And, of course, wherever there were screens, there were speakers for the music, naturally, bouncing it around every corner. Combine that with the DJ's huge sound system feeding it all from a small stage set up to the side in the far half of the club, and you had the perfect dancing zone: the entire coliseum floor itself, taking that ancient, deadly crucible and melting it into a kaleidoscope of skin and colour. If you wanted to sit, drink, chat, you could hang out up front. If you wanted to party, get some bottle service, or watch those coed gladiators grinding on each other, you sauntered on over to the back.
The two lovebirds couldn't stop grinning as they stopped, paused, and looked around, the both of them equally impressed with the whole set-up as they drank it all in. Jeez, it was like two clubs in one! Which theme did you want: the soft, silver light of a phantasmal platinum world, or a world of neon splats and dancing where gladiators once tread, all in fluorescent vortexes? Kimmy giggled, demurely covering her grin with her hand. Leaning closer into Bev's side, she spoke over the techno music, joking "Um...I think we were supposed to get bombed out of our minds before coming here."
Beverly had a good, bubbly laugh at that, something infectious that naturally had Kimmy giggling, again, right alongside her. Before she even had a chance to wonder what they might do first, Bev was suddenly pausing next to her, drawing in an adorable gasp. Eyes briefly widening, she gave a polite point with a glowing pink, carefully manicured fingernail, asking "Hey, is that Clara?" Breaking into another dazzling grin, she gushed "I think it is! I guess she really does like this place!"
Kimmy followed the point and looked over, raising her eyebrows as she scanned the crowd, a grin just lying in wait for the first redhead she saw. It took a few seconds, but eventually, Kimmy's eyes were homing in on her untalkative friend: the shortstack bombshell hung like nobody's business, the dommy, voluptuous redhead herself, Clara. Her eyes widened at the punky, neon get-up Clara had on, but more than that, her eyes locked on the beauty she was chatting with. The gorgeous babe sitting on a chair pulled over close to Clara's was this superbly busty, cheap-looking, vivacious hottie with two-tone hair, all piercings and tattoos wrapped up in a lovely, milky caramel tan. Instead of gushing to Bev, Kimmy just silently mouthed "Wow" and left it at that. Who was she?
The two of them definitely looked like they were having fun, smiling and laughing as they chatted about God only knew what, phones out in their laps and purses by their sides. Kimmy's grin relaxed into a big, open-mouth smile as she observed the scene playing out from a distance. She'd never seen Clara smiling so sincerely, before...She'd never seen her in such high spirits, period. Half the guys sitting at the tables around them, and a lot more girls than Kimmy would've expected, just couldn't seem to take their eyes off of the two. Talking up a storm with her gal pal, martinis on coasters in front of them, Clara looked like she was having the time of her life - just how many in was she?
"Hey, it really is," Kimmy cheerily confirmed, having to raise her voice now that the music was starting to ramp up, again. "Who's her friend? They look like they're partying!"
Bev tossed Kimmy an adoring grin. Keeping her arm around her shoulders, she hugged her close to her side again, naturally inviting Kimmy to squeeze her around her waist. "C'mon, let's go say hi," she giggled, heels clicking the floor as she started guiding Kimmy along. Kimmy grinned, readily following along with her through the glowing crowd, meandering their way between tables in the lounge until they were close enough. Once Beverly called Clara's name, Kimmy gave a quick, chipper wave. Sure, Clara had been the one to mention the club to her in the first place, but it's not like Kimmy had actually expected to run into her, there!
When Clara looked up from her conversation, she instantly grinned, just about jumped to her feet, and held out her arms, gushing "Beeev, Kimmy! Oh my God, what're you doing here?"
Beverly giggled and went in for the hug, a sight that had Kimmy tugging at her collar and giving a flustered chuckle for, well, fairly obvious reasons. Clara shut her eyes and gave a happy groan at the squeeze-happy hug, and once the two had let go of each other, she was throwing her arms around Kimmy, too, pulling her into a cuddly hug of her own. Kimmy went wide-eyed and cracked a chuckle at the enthusiasm, but she didn't hesitate to hug Clara back, smile uncontrollably going quivery and flustered at the loveliness pressing up between them. She'd never seen Clara dressed up like this, before, all torn denim and stretched fabric, not to mention the glow sticks and neon bracelets - had Berri given her a makeover for the night, or something?
Her friend started rising from her seat, a curious little smirk on her face as she gave the two newcomers an eyeing. As they eased out of the hug, Clara held Kimmy's shoulders, leaned in, and with a big smile on her face, readily confessed "I wanted to thank you, Kimmy! Remember that talk we had? The big one?"
Kimmy nodded, watching Clara's honey eyes. There was really only the one that sprang to mind.
Clara leaned in even closer, lowering her voice so only Kimmy could hear her. "Well...I called Roxxy. We talked a lot about everything, and then we made plans to come out here, tonight, and talked even more. It wasn't exactly a fun chat, but it was way overdue, so...Yeah. What else could I expect, right?...Anyway, I just wanted to thank you, I don't think I ever would've made that call on my own. For better or worse, we needed it to happen. We've been having a lot of fun, tonight! I don't know if Roxxy really forgives me, but I think we're moving past it."
"Well, that's good," Kimmy encouraged in a sincere murmur, smiling from ear to ear. Mmf, Clara's perfume was like cherries...The alcohol on her breath smelled like mangos, though. It was nice to hear she had actually gone through with that call. "Wasn't exactly a fun chat" must've been a pretty damn big understatement.
Clara gave Kimmy a wink and a grin, then stepped back to her friend's side, raising her voice so everyone could hear her over the music, again. "Well, hey, let me actually introduce the three of you! Kimmy, Beverly, this is Roxanne, an old friend of mine! Roxxy, these are some of my coworkers - Kimmy, here's, the new girl, and Beverly's the big, bad Head Maid!" Clara's grin turned particularly wolfish when she glanced back and forth between the two lovebirds and added "You two have great timing, y'know - we just shooed off the last bunch of guys sweatin' us! It was hilarious!"
Kimmy's face opened up in surprise, but Beverly didn't react much to the gag. Instead, she just immediately reached out and shook the tanned woman's hand, daintily holding just her fingers. As outgoing as ever, she leaned in with a big smile and gushed "Hi there, it's nice to meet you! I love your tattoos, you've definitely got a good artist!"
Roxxy smirked, golden bangles quietly jingling as she shook the bimbo's hand just as gently. She hadn't been expecting a group thing - who were these two, again, and why should she care?
Leave it to Clara to spring something on her; she hadn't exactly dressed to impress, tonight. She had only pulled on a stonewashed t-shirt, slipped down past one shoulder and torn open in sporadic ovals here and there, one at her tummy even exposing a long, amethyst belly button chain. Still, she made it look good, what with those implants of her's giving her a cup size fit to inch out Beverly and Clara. Combine that with torn black jeans, a white leather belt, high heels, enough jewellery to serve a queen and the figure to suit a goddess, and Roxxy turned heads as an afterthought.
Her long, thick head of hair fell down over her shoulders in a dark brown cascade, bangs parted into manes framing her face. With half her left-side bangs dyed a vibrant purple and half the other dyed lime green, her olive eyes stood out like gemstones, especially with all that black eyeliner and eyeshadow she had put on. Throw in all the studs and piercings Kimmy could see, including that barbell in her tongue and those pentagram earrings, and Kimmy was definitely, erm, impressed, to put it politely. She looked like some fucking Suicide Girls model, for crying out loud: gorgeous and trashy, just like any proper bar queen nympho ought to be, eh?
"Nice to meet you, too," Roxxy told Bev, subtly raising an eyebrow as she turned her eyes to Kimmy. A big, flustered smile greeted her, which, of course, made her smirk turn into a grin. She tossed Clara a knowing glance out of the corners of her eyes, but Clara gave a quick, restrained shake of her head. Roxxy's grin relaxed to a smile, her eyes rolled, then finally settled on Kimmy.
"And you, too, short stuff," she teased, singling out the little one for a quick wink. "Just call me Roxxy, okay?"
Kimmy couldn't help but giggle as she gave a nod. Sure thing, Roxxy!
With a knowing grin, Clara crossed her arms beneath her bust, cocked out a hip, and dryly uttered over the music and the crowd "So, does anyone else know you girls are out clubbing? Were you two meeting anyone, here?"
Before Beverly could say anything, Kimmy earnestly shook her head and admitted "No, I don't think so. I didn't tell anyone, at least."
The beautiful blonde's lips settled into a flat line, straight away. Oh dear, walked right into it.
Clara shrugged with her eyebrows, still grinning. "Oh, no? Well then, don't worry, I guess I could be persuaded to keep this little date a secret from the others, if you really wanted me to," she teased.
Roxxy's body language quickly shifted, one hand finding a hip as a barracuda grin slowly spread across her face. Before Kimmy could get out another word, Beverly was chortling, waving Clara off, and good-naturedly shutting her down. "Nice try, Clara, suuuper good leverage - what're you going to do, tell people I took a little hottie to bed? Heh!"
Kimmy giggled, but when Clara suddenly reached out and grabbed her around her waist, she just about whooped, grinning from ear to ear while the curvaceous redhead yanked her hips over, forcing the rest of her to follow. Beverly just started grinning without a care, even when Clara looked her in the eyes, gave her a big, nasty grin of her own, and uttered "No way, even better! I'll tell them I took a little hottie to bed - right in front of you!"
Beverly closed her grin to a big, beaming smile, held her hips, and shrugged her shoulders. "I dunno, go for it," she playfully encouraged, holding back a chuckle. "Maybe Kimmy'd like that! After all, it's the off week! Go wild!"
Kimmy's eyes widened. Bev, c'mon! Joke's over, this is getting embarassing!
Clara gave a sharp laugh, offering no resistance when Kimmy squirmed away, red-faced and bashful. Beverly grinned, just for a second - she knew she hadn't needed to defend her, at all. Already taking Kimmy's hand, she took the cue to make an exit, throwing Roxxy a wide smile and warmly insisting "Well, it was nice meeting you! Keep an eye on Clara for me, huh?"
A laugh burst right out of Roxxy. Shooting Clara a bit of a knowing, sidelong look, she narrowed her eyes and readily agreed "Oh-hoh, believe me, I sure fuckin' am!"
Beverly and Kimmy both started giggling, especially when Clara pulled an indignant face at her traitorous friend. When Beverly started guiding her away by the hand, Kimmy waved goodbye with the other, then leaned in and joked "Good gosh, did you see the bod on her? She'd fit right in, at the mansion!"
Beverly held back a giggle, simply smiling from ear to ear with a glance skyward. "Well, I guess there's room on the team for a biker's girlfriend," she quipped, something that got a snicker out of her little date. Holding Kimmy around her shoulders again, Beverly casually led her towards the crowd at the bar, leaning in and speaking into her ear all the while just to be heard over the crowd, the dance floor, and the music: "Oh hey, before I forget, sweetie: you've really gotta tell me how your last couple days went! I'm dying to know what happened with Travis!"
Kimmy's face opened up, mouth quivering as she stammered. Bev's breaths felt so warm, so ticklish, against the side of her neck, it wasn't long before a jolt ran down her spine, just about provoking a shiver. "Don't keep me in the dark, hon, that's not cool," Beverly pouted, something that immediately provoked a big, smitten smile. Kimmy tried to say something, but Bev interjected "Gimme all the juicy details, hee-hee!"
Kimmy started going strawberry red, smile evolving into a huge grin as she gushed "Oh, gosh, Bev, whaddya want me to say? That's a lot to cover! Do you want me to, like...Step-by-step, each and every time? H-How many ti...Like, w-what?"
Beverly started grinning from ear to ear. Throwing both arms around Kimmy's shoulders, now, she all but hugged her side as they made their way along, playfully breathing out "Everything, hon!"
The music started pumping even louder; the din coming from the dance floor reached a roar. Kimmy playfully threw her head back, pressing the side of her face between Beverly's shoulder and just over her pillow of a breast. Looking up with a little whine, she squeezed Bev's side to her's and hollered "But whyyyy? Don't you think that's...I don't wanna make you jealous, babe! Tonight's about you an' me!"
Beverly gave a quick titter at that, hanging her head back for a second. "I just wanna knooow," she playfully whined, "I promise, I won't get jealous!" With a grin, she brought her mouth by Kimmy's ear and playfully muttered "Did you have fun?...How far did you go? All the way?"
Kimmy hemmed and hawed for a few moments, and eventually, Beverly leaned her head over, pressed a smooch to the cutie's forehead, and whispered above her eyes in little more than a silky-smooth murmur: "Maybe I just like hearing about what people do to you? You're so adorable when you talk about the big, bad things you get put through, and I know you've had a super deep crush on him for ages...I guess maybe I just wanna know who did what, and to who, and for how long?" She giggled. "And how many times, too," she happily added, trying not to crack up.
Kimmy gave a playful, laughing groan. Was it just her, or was it getting hotter, in the club? Okay, Bev, you win...She'll fill you in on everything. When, though? Well, she never agreed to that. She would've loved to talk over all the dirty little details with her right then and there, but why just give it all up, like that?...They weren't even sitting down, yet! What if she got Bev all hot and bothered. in the process? How were they gonna dance if the thick-bodied cheerleader couldn't keep down the baseball bat, between her legs?!
Although, come to think of it, that mental image was amazing: Bev in all her voluptuous glory, dancing around in that tight little dress, getting sweaty with a huge grin on her face, tits bouncing, ass shaking, rigid bulge swinging and bobbing around under that tight fabric without a care...Mmf.
No, better not - as gulp-inducing as that sounded, Kimmy decided it'd be better to tease and deny than indulge. Why not, right? There were worse things in the world to have around than a pent-up Beverly, for crying out loud! Lingering at the edge of the crowd, now, Kimmy gave a low, knowing chuckle, a big, smug smile plastered across her face as she murmured "Well, okay, but if you wanna hear juicy gossip like that, how 'bout we grab some drinks, first? Until then, you can just imagine it all you like!"
When Beverly's grin fell back to a wide, patient smile, Kimmy's grin got even bigger, maybe just to try and make her laugh. The beautiful blonde pressed an eager kiss to her head, instead, then leaned in and jokingly muttered by her ear "...I like you better when you tell me stuff. Next secret I was gonna tell you, I'm keeping to myself! How's that!"
Kimmy gave a huge, playful whine. "Aww, nooo, Beeev, c'mooon! It's not like that!"
She just grinned, again, and gave a titter. She quieted Kimmy down, running her hand through her hair and kissing the side of her head before pulling her cute little date through the crowd and right up to the bar's edge. When the bartender finally noticed them, Kimmy was still smiling from ear to ear like a dope; so in a daze over the tender kiss, she just let Beverly order something for her, and once their drinks were ready, they moved on to the coliseum side of the club, found a spot in the stands, and got to sipping. They watched the dancers and music videos for a little as they chatted, but once Bev goaded Kimmy on about Travis, again, the two of them couldn't take their eyes off of each other.
It was a little embarrassing at first, but then, of course, Kimmy started getting more and more enthusiastic about the story, giggling and gushing over the messy details instead of clamming up. Beverly couldn't have looked more impressed, especially with the nerve Kimmy had apparently shown, what with keeping the poor guy in bed for a whole day. With a toast, Bev congratulated her: she had finally made a move, and by the sounds of things, God, it had worked. Kimmy still didn't really know where this was gonna go just yet, but she'd be lying if she said it hadn't already been just so fulfilling. She couldn't wait to see where it went from here on out, and you could be sure she'd keep the girls posted.
Beverly gave her a big hug, Kimmy gave her a bashful smile, and all was sweet and polite...But then, with a deeper sip of her drink, Beverly leaned in closer, slid her hand onto Kimmy's thigh, and whispered into her ear "I guess you must really love going down, huh, hon? From the sounds of things, you kept him milked every hour, hee-hee!"
Kimmy gave a quick, trembling giggle, the quiver running down her spine jolting her from head to toe. Then, a second later, the euphoria started settling in: Bev's hand trailing up and down her stockings, fingertips already under her skirt and dipping even deeper...Leaning into her side so close, she could smell her perfume again, feel the warmth of her body through her dress...Her silky voice in her ear, hot breath gently hitting her neck? Could anyone really blame Kimmy for going a little glassy-eyed?
A bit transparently, Kimmy helplessly looked down and tried catching a peek down her date's dress, guiltily thinking the dark of the nightclub might help make up the difference. In a purr of her own, she murmured back "Well, yeah!...I love going down, it's such a rush, hee-hee! And, I mean, I've had a thing for that hunk for ages, now! I think it was a real turning point in our relationship!"
She held back a grin when Bev leaned back out and giggled, the two briefly meeting eyes before the lovely blonde leaned back in. Hand slowly stroking along her leggings, massaging higher up under her skirt, Beverly confidently cooed "I know exactly what you mean, hee-hee! I think it's a real turn-on you like it, so much...But, it kinda leaves me wondering something."
"What's that," Kimmy mumbled, body feeling warm and fluffy, fuel sprinkled on the fire when she took a quaff of her drink. "What's on your mind, hon?"
"Well, it just makes me wonder if you're getting your share," she passively cooed, a wider smile spreading across her beautiful face. When her soft hand dipped even deeper under her skirt, Kimmy's shoulders subtly rose, a gasp catching in her throat. Much more bluntly, the bubbly blonde thought aloud "Are you sucking so much cock, you never find the time to get your own done?...That's so unfair, sweetie! I mean, it's super kinky, too, but I know you: when you get horny, you get worked. Up. Hee-hee! God, you must've been hard as a rock, tasting him! If I saw you worked up like that, I wouldn't be able to help but play with your stick!"
Kimmy's expression slowly turned blank, breaths becoming more and more overtly husky. Beverly's fingers were an inch away from Kimmy's bare crotch...And Kimmy's skirt, meanwhile, was already elevated roughly four inches above her lap. Plus, with her skirt so brightly reacting to the black lights, it was only a matter of time until somebody spotted it. If Beverly weren't leaning in so close, she definitely would've seen it - hell, maybe that was the whole idea, to begin with. Too bad they were up in the stands where just about anyone could see them, otherwise she'd start sweating at the chance of an under-the-table handjob, the horny little toy.
Mouth hanging open a crack, a flustered pink crossing her face in a wave, Kimmy's eyelids flickered when Bev's soft, pouty lips pressed against the corner of her jaw. "I just spent a whole week getting to know your horny side, hon," Bev affectionately teased, "so I know how much you really wanna get off. You'd wanna fuck every single day, right? You know you would...You can't just go back to no sex for a whole week, right? You need to get off more than that by now, don't you? Porn's nothing compared to the real thing...So, is that what you're just gonna do? Fuck Travis, every day?..."
"Well, what about you," Kimmy murmured back, a sudden, confident smile answering Bev's own. Eyes down on the beauty's lips, she teased back "Some of the sex games, you didn't even take part in. You didn't sit in the milkers with us, in the Endurance Room...You just had to sit there and watch us all cum again and again, didn't you? Did you even use the Daddy Dick, yourself, or get a protein shot from that squirting dildo on Oral Day?...I never really thought about it before, but there's a lot you don't really get to join in on, huh? Doesn't that get you worked up, just watching everyone else do it? Do you just have sex with Harret all the time, in the off week?..."
Straight away, Beverly broke out into a bubbly laugh. "Not all the time," she breathily admitted, a guilty grin coming over. "It's just, well...I've known him for so long, and he's pretty good in bed! We're around each other, like, constantly, so...Sometimes we don't wait until the work week for our meetings. Don't worry, hon, we're just good friends!"
Kimmy grinned, for a second. So, she does have sex with Harret, in the off weeks. Interesting - and kinky! But, was it enough, for her?...Kimmy absolutely needed to know. If there was slack to pick up, she'd damn well do the heavy lifting. "Do you get off as much as you need to," she breathed, finally guiding Bev's earlier question back onto herself. "You don't just, well...Fly solo in the off week, do you? Because if you do, let me just say, babe, that's such a waste. I guess if you did, though, at least you'd have all the toys you could ever want..."
Bev gave another one of her infectious giggles, beaming Kimmy a big, bright, rosy-cheeked grin. Ooh, concerned about her sex life right back, eh? Leaning back out of Kimmy's space, she slipped her hand out from under Kimmy's skirt, threw it through her hair, then turned her hand to fan at her cleavage. Valley Girl hoops swaying aside her neck under her locks, she cheerily gushed "Jeez, is it getting hot in here? You're gonna make me blush!" She paused for effect, watching the way Kimmy got even more antsy, then added "Hey, why don't we finish our drinks and hit the dance floor? Let's try to get in at least one song before we get too worked up to bother, anymore!"
"If that's what you're waiting for, I'm already there," Kimmy confessed, flashing back a guilty grin of her own, this time. The way she started holding down her skirt wasn't subtle.
Beverly laughed, again. Finishing off her drink in one last tilt, she started to stand up, leaning her head to the side. "Then we'd better make it quick," she encouraged, grinning from ear to ear.
When Bev took her hand, Kimmy drained the rest of her glass, set it down by her bench, and eagerly left it behind as the gorgeous blonde led her away. Naturally, the blossoming nympho couldn't help but zone out along the way, gazing at the way Bev's curves swayed and bounced in her dress, hypnotizing Kimmy until she let her skirt slip from her fingers and just mindlessly tried riding out her hard-on. If she couldn't keep it together, she might just wind up creaming her skirt, the poor thing. Although, she had to admit, that was a pretty hot idea: making a mess in her skirt, trying to hide the damp spot clinging to her, feeling it all dribble and fling around, dancing anyway...
And, of course, the look on Bev's face when she figures out Kimmy's torpedo went off at nothing more than a little over-the-clothes action. Knowing Bev, she'd probably love it too much to be disappointed at a little pre-jac. Hell, she'd probably take Kimmy to the washroom, right then and there, and clean her up with-
Kimmy briefly shut her eyes, smiled from ear to ear, and tried not to giggle to herself. Not helping!
Eyes turned on them both as they slid their way onto the dance floor. Once Beverly found a spot she was happy with, once a new, more energetic song started playing, she was suddenly letting go of Kimmy's hand, spinning around on a heel, and moving, taking the beat and rhythm and letting it guide her from head to toe. For a second, Kimmy just watched her: the way Bev closed her eyes at the start, just for a second, and smiled, the way she glowed under the lights, the bodies moving around her own, the deafening din of the music, the laughing, and the cheered comments...When Bev's hips started up a mesmerizing sway, Kimmy got too into it to let herself be star-struck. Now was the time to get close.
She pulled off her pink blouse, tied it off around her waist, and got ready to rumble in just that black undershirt of her's. She moved in, energetically sliding herself into the dancing like she always used to, just like she had always practiced in her private time. Beverly flashed her a grin at the enthusiasm, indulging her with control, mostly just thinking it adorable until the hot-to-trot cutie started getting even closer, gyrating hips steadily taking over her dancing. Bev let a big, smirking smile take over her face as she opened her arms to Kimmy, even as another neon gladiator tried a little too overtly to include himself in their dancing.
She gave him a big, beaming smile, arms around Kimmy's shoulders as she started showing off her booty dancing, expertly flicking and rolling her hips back into the tall blonde's lap. If she even noticed the guy there, she was too into it to care. Bev just let him down easy.
"Sorry, two's company," she mouthed, winking. He laughed it off and moved on.
As soon as he was turning, Bev couldn't help but bite her lip. The way Kimmy filled her lap, shaking her hips just a little bit in opposition, making her feel it through her dress...Mmf. She let her head hang by Kimmy's, smelling her hair as she ran her hands down her front, coyly avoiding her chest instead of crossing it. Kimmy, eyes half-closed in need, mouth ajar with husky breathing, turned her head towards her, loving the way the girl behind her let her hands linger over her hips and thighs.
If Kimmy hadn't been ready to blow that popsicle stand before, she sure as hell was now - bad enough she was grinding her honey-bunny hard enough to feel that nice, big, round shape rubbing and brushing against her tush, but when she noticed a distinct, ahem, firmness start getting in the way, well...Was it any wonder she started panting? Was it any great surprise, then, to find a certain something of her own tapping and slapping against her skirt? With Bev's hands still framing her lap, it was only a matter of time until she noticed, but Kimmy never knocked it off with the wild booty-rocking. Why hide it? Let her find out...
It didn't take long. When the tall blonde behind her clued in, Kimmy could practically feel the surge, against her ass. If Kimmy expected Bev to be coy about it, she had another thing coming: one of her hands just slid right over, cupping Kimmy's crotch from over her skirt. A giant, flustered grin split Kimmy's face in an instant, and when Bev purred an excited chuckle, then closed her lips on Kimmy's earlobe, the cute little thing couldn't help but break out into a full-body quiver. Bev eased her head a little lower, shifting her next kiss to the corner of Kimmy's jaw. When she quaked, Bev held her a little tighter, one hand at her waist, the other still below the waist. Kimmy gave a little groan. Yeah, keep twerking, baby, it's getting her hard...
A new, more upbeat song started up, one that, as it turned out, the both of them already knew and liked. Kimmy didn't really think much of it at first, but Bev, on the other hand, couldn't resist. Before Kimmy could start hotdogging the Aryan behind her through that little pink dress of her's, Bev was excitedly taking one of Kimmy's hands, stepping back, and expertly spinning her around on a heel, turning Kimmy around to face her before lightly tugging her closer, pulling her back in until she could catch the little cutie in kissing distance. With a big grin on her face, Bev started mouthing the lyrics at her as they kept dancing, goading her little honey into doing the same with a grin of her own, all the brighter.
The beat bumped the floor, deafening them. The crowd around them swayed, sizzling the air about them. Face-to-face now, Kimmy couldn't bear to leave an inch of space between them. Hands on Bev's waist, she rocked her hips in time with her, looking right up at her with an innocent smile on her face even as she stepped things up a notch and actually started singing along. Right as the chorus kicked up, Kimmy stopped simply mouthing, eyes going dreamy as she gazed: "Girl you know I want your love, your love was handmade for somebody like me - c'mon now, follow my lead, I may be crazy, don't mind me-"
Bev's eyes lit up as much as her grin did, then smouldered. Oh, she knew the song, too? One of her hands found the back of Kimmy's head, sinking into her loose hair. She started singing along, too, answering her with the rest: "Boy, let's not talk too much, grab on my waist and put that body on me - c'mon now, follow my lead, come, c'mon now, follow my lead-"
Kimmy joined in on the humming, then started rising onto her tippy-toes, something Bev helped along by guiding her head closer. They shared a kiss, and when Kimmy gave in and dropped her hands to Bev's beautiful bubble butt, the tall blonde had to fight back the urge to slide her tongue into the shorter t-girl's mouth, right there on the dance floor - not that she minded an audience, exactly, but because she knew that once that snowball started rolling, it wouldn't be easy to stop it, again. Instead, Bev just worked her sweetheart up, a little more. Breaking the kiss just to tilt Kimmy's head in and smother her right up against her glittery tits, she dropped her head until she could pick up the rest of the chorus above her ear, their bodies still swaying in time all the while.
"...Although my heart is falling too, I'm in love with your body - last night you were in my room, and now my bed sheets smell like you, every day discoverin' somethin' brand new - I'm in love with your body!"
While the background vocals kicked in, the both of them quickly enough stopped dancing, eagerly trying to go back in for more kisses, abandoning all pretense. Kimmy reached up, took Bev's shoulders, and tried to pull herself as close as possible, breathing hot and heavy like she were already in a rut, the poor thing. This time, Bev didn't hesitate for more than just a moment - then, she was giving in and going wild, breaths turning to pants as she met Kimmy's tongue between their lips. She held Kimmy close by the back of her head, gleefully smudging their lipstick as she reached around her little sweetheart and got in a honking of her own, much to Kimmy's startled delight. Don't worry, she hadn't forgotten about you...
Kimmy squealed into a giggle, going even higher into her tippy-toes until she just about lost her balance, only catching herself with a timely hug right back up against Bev's curvy body, face just about landing into her massive sweater puppies in the process. Bev subtly shifted her arms into a protective hug, but once Kimmy adjusted her balance and giggled at herself, Beverly gave a big grin. She watched Kimmy's eyes for a second, then leaned in, swept her hair behind her ear, and steamily breathed by her cheek "Hey, you're a pretty good dancer!...You know, I'm having a lot of fun, but maybe it's getting a little late. Why don't we forget the coffee and just get out of here?...You can show me your apartment! Travis is still at work, right? We'd have all the place all to ourselves..."
Kimmy subtly gulped. Some tingles invaded her stomach, but still, she said "Just let me call a taxi, w-we can be at my place in twenty minutes!"
"Tell the driver to make it ten," she purred back, grinning.
Kimmy just about whimpered. God, was this really happening? Was the date really moving back to her place? An adorable look of determination overtook her as she yanked her phone out of her purse. Y-Yeah, damn right it was - she had fired up the app before they had even left the dance floor, and even finished ordering the taxi by the time they were halfway to the exit. Within a couple minutes, they were cuddling up in the backseat together, leaving the Flagship, and all her noise and crowds, behind...
The common hallway on her floor was quiet, at that time of night. Kimmy's key slid into the lock and, with a quick turn, she was easing open her apartment door, flashing Bev a sheepish grin as she cooed "C'mon in, make yourself at home..."
Bev smiled from ear to ear, bangles and earrings quietly tinkling and jingling as she followed her in past the threshold, attentive eyes already searching the darkness. Just ahead of her now, Kimmy did her best to get over her jitters and anticipation before they showed on her face. It had been a little while since they had left the club, but that nervous sweat had never left the small of her back. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!...She had taken Bev home! It was finally happening! They were...It was...She was gonna get to...Oh God-
Kimmy hit the kitchen light, brightening up the apartment well enough to look around and get a sense of the place without being blinded in the process, fresh from the night like they were. The high, adorable gasp Bev gave dragged Kimmy back out of her own head, thankfully enough, putting her feverish thoughts on hold. Eyes a little wide, an open-mouth smile on her face, Beverly walked deeper in and looked around in the glow coming through the doorway, quietly commenting "...Wow. This is all just you two, huh? I like it. It's cozy!" Purse hanging from one hand, hip cocked out for the other hand to hold, she looked back over her shoulder with a playful smile. "How many years have you lived with him, again?..."
She let Kimmy know she was just teasing by tossing out a quick wink and a grin, but all the same, the reminder had Kimmy walking back out of the kitchen and past her side, pulling aside the balcony curtains while cautiously calling "Travis? I'm back!"
With the living room curtains open, the dim yielded to a bit of starlight, giving the both of them enough of a thin glow to better make out all the furniture. The two of them gave it a moment, listening until Kimmy just cracked a fresh grin. Pacing back over, she peeked down the hallway leading to the bedrooms, then sighed out an exhilarated "Okay, then! We do have th- Mmn!"
She had barely finished spinning around on a heel before somebody tall was sweeping in, taking her in their arms, and planting their lips to her's, head tilted to the side to deepen them even further. Kimmy didn't hesitate to answer, and might've been even more excited than the affectionate German to get some tongue action in there, too, the little eager beaver. Bev kissed her until her muscles started turning to jelly, then pulled back just enough to swallow and breathe "Where do you wanna get comfortable? Your bedroom?"
Kimmy started grinning. "Here's fine for now," she huffed back.
Beverly gave a quick, bubbly giggle, at that. Going back in for another quick kiss, she delicately nibbled Kimmy's lip, then grinned and suggested "Wanna undress me, then?..."
"Yes, please," Kimmy squeaked, a big, sheepish smile splitting her face.
Beverly just let her purse drop from her fingertips with the tiniest thud against the carpet, hands slowly sliding back over to her own hips, waiting. Finally granted the permission she had been denied on Blue Balls Day, Kimmy didn't hesitate for a second: eyes shining with anticipation, she let her hands ease up Bev's sides, found the hem of her dress, and started sliding it down, showing off more and more with every second. As soon as that thin, pink material subtly caught, a thinly-veiled glee made Kimmy bite her lip. A big, contented smile on her face, meanwhile, Bev just looked down and watched the pink pebbles of her nipples come out to play, big areolae just a little hard to make out in the dark.
All the same, Kimmy's eyes went glassy, her jaw went a little slack, and in a tiny sigh, she exhaled "Oh, God..."
Beverly barely purred a chortle, smile momentarily widening. Eyes just as glassy, she let them ease half-closed, gazing at the way Kimmy tried not to gape, struggled against the need to drop her face in and worship those big babes. When her hips subtly rocked left and right, Kimmy quietly answered the summons and slid the dress down even further, shimmying the tight sides across her wide flanks until...
Bev could practically see the light behind Kimmy's eyes shut off. As soon as that dress was easing past her fit waist, Kimmy was spotting the thin, white strings of a lace thong, and every inch that dropped after that only brought her eyes closer and closer to crossing. She must not have been able to notice it thanks to how Bev's dress had glowed the whole time, but if her underwear had been white at a black light party, then Bev must have wanted to show it off, all along...Must've wanted to let people see the way she filled out the front, how her buns swallowed up the rest, the best way she could've: by shaking her ass on the dance floor for anyone and everyone.
A thought clicked in Kimmy's head, even close to drooling like she was. Come to think of it, she had done more showing off than Bev had, back on the dance floor...Sh-She hadn't even gotten Bev's ass in her lap! She barely even got to see those huge boobs bouncing - no fair! Mmf...Oh well, no sense complaining, right? Not like she hadn't loved having the blonde's half-hard bulge rubbing all over her thick tooshie. Maybe she should take it as a compliment that Bev hadn't needed anything more to get her motor revving?...
Bev barely gave a playful little sing-song hum when her dress fell past the tent she had been sprouting, showing off another, considerably tighter fit in her unmentionables. Covered in transparent floral embroidery, the pure white thong, little more than a slim "V" stressed out between her wide hips, couldn't hope to handle her swollen manhood, not when she was beating back the urge to just stop wasting time and start pulling Kimmy's clothes off, right then and there.
Stretching out the thin waistband of her thong so far it was a few inches away from her waxed bikini line, Bev's half-mast hard-on pressed into the delta of that silky little thing hard enough to round out her helmet through the material, not to mention ride up the string against her bloated beanbag until her full, heavy balls were spilling out on either side. Kimmy's eyes locked at the spectacle, legs already long turned to jelly, again. The dress slipped from her fingers, softly landing against the carpet in a pink oval around Bev's beautiful white stilettos. She merely watched as Bev daintily stepped outside the ring with one foot, then brushed the dress aside with the other. Now for the rest, honey...
Kimmy's fingers almost trembled as she reached back out with both hands, delicately hooked just one finger from each into the waistband of that packed little thing, and tugged it down past the threshold, letting Bev's half-hard tool come bobbing and swaying free before her thong snapped itself back into shape just at her balls, shielding them under flowery ivory. With her meat flopped over the top and getting some air, Bev smiled a little tenderly and slid her hands up to Kimmy's shoulders, bangles gently jingling as her fingers crept for edges, layers, anywhere she could open, strip.
Before she could even slip off Kimmy's blouse, however, the breathless honey abruptly looked up, flashed Beverly a growing grin, and excitedly blurted out "Wait, hold on a second, 'kay? Just a sec - I'll be right back, I just wanna go get something! There's something I want us to do, just hold on!"
That so, huh? Beverly's smile widened from ear to ear, then split into a grin. Slowly sliding her thong the rest of the way down her thighs, herself, inches still steadily expanding into the full nine, she purred a smooth, if somewhat breathless, "What, something we haven't already done, together?..." With an airheaded little snicker, Bev flipped her thick hair around and over her shoulder with a swing of her head, then just kicked away the thong, too, letting it cascade somewhere past her dress without a care. A sparkle in her eyes, she arched an eyebrow in interest, huskily urging "Okay, I'll do it..Just don't go away for too long, 'kay? I'm already dying to hear what else you've bottled up, all this time."
Kimmy gave a quick laugh, cheeks blooming rose as she turned and disappeared into the hallway. "Trust me, you'll love this," she enthusiastically called back.
When Kimmy came back maybe two minutes later, she had already shed all of her clothes, stripped right down to her big, fat ass and not-so-big prick, her five or so inches rigid like steel, sappy at the uncircumcised tip, and aching for a warm, wet mouth to slide on into. Guiltily holding both parts to her perverted little request behind her back, she first spied Bev's stilettos abandoned by her purse, then noticed her silhouette over towards her right, just by the futon.
It was a good one, pretty comfy and wide enough to sleep on, to boot. Of course, in the dark, it was pretty much impossible to make out those navy blue cushions, but it still struck a nice silhouette against the starlight coming in. Travis had put the thing there last year, right over in front of the window that the balcony, for better or worse, made out of their living room wall. She had her back to Kimmy at the moment, looking out at the view with one hand on a hip, the other lightly running across her thigh with those long, manicured fingernails no doubt teasing her skin, all the while. Her...Silky, c-creamy...Mmf.
Kimmy put on a perky, excited smile, glazed eyes roaming over her sweetheart's figure as she started wandering over, bare feet hardly making a whisper against the carpet. Finally, finally, she was all...Completely...Her's. No stupid fraternization rule, no roommate to worry about, no nothing could get in the way. All it took to get Kimmy's nostrils flaring was spotting the big, hefty shadow drooping under Bev's silhouette, heavy in the gap between those thick thighs. Gosh, they looked pretty full...How pent-up was she?
Big sis, miss Bubbly Beverly herself, looked like she hadn't gotten off all weekend. When was the last time she had bothered to get her's?...Yeah, it must've been Friday, when they had all ruined their orgasms like crazy, and even then, that was just a draining, not a real pop...Kimmy's smile shifted out of into a big, excited grin. She must've been dying to get this show on the road. Poor girl needed this!
Every time Kimmy had watched her use the Auto-Blow, seeing that blonde's big, thick bubble butt had driven her wild, made her want to slide over there on her knees like the floor were a slip n' slide until she could smother her face right into that thong-devouring derriere and kiss those stud balls from behind, but nooo, silly work protocol...And, well, nervousness, back then...Had always gotten in the way. Maybe tonight, they...Mm. Kimmy nibbled her lip as her eyes finally rose to Bev's head, roaming over her thick waterfall of blonde. Smiling wider, she held back a snicker as she stage whispered "Hey...Wanna see my surprise, now?"
Bev grinned, silently suppressing a titter. "You have a beautiful view," she cooed, languidly turning around to face her. Kimmy's eyes dropped all over again, and her jaw damn near joined them - rising from Bev's lap as hard as rock, now, and shining at the tip with a nice, round dollop of pre-cum to boot, was the Aryan's thick, twitchy, veiny nine inches, the full thing on total display, a reddish claymore brought to Kimmy's knife fight. Oh, she was ready to go, all right, ready to have a little fun, make a good memory...But what she wanted to know was, what did Kimmy want to do?
Whatever naughtiness had built up in her head over the week, now was the time to explore it! Whatever she needed to get out of her system, now was the time to do it! An expectant smile growing on her face, her curious eyes openly noted Kimmy's hidden hands, and in a lower, more excited tone, she earnestly commented "Okay...After all the kinks we covered on the job, babe, I'm super-duper interested to see what this is gonna be. I'll do it for you, hon, whatever it is, but the anticipation's killing me, so yes, pretty-please, show me!"
Kimmy flashed her a big, guilty grin, waited a second for dramatic effect, then pulled her hands out in front of herself with a flashy wave of her arms. The first thing she brought out didn't draw much of a reaction, but the second thing in Kimmy's other hand had the blonde's eyes widening, eyebrows arching as she broke out into a surprised giggle. Cocking out the hip she held, she let her other hand linger by her mouth, a few fingers thinly covering her grin as she flatly joked "Oh, dear...I probably should've seen this coming."
Kimmy winked and tilted her head to the side, bobbing her one pigtail as she blew Bev a kiss. Grinning, she gave a hungry, throaty chuckle, watching the adorable way Bev's chin quivered when she held back another laugh. Hard not to get worked up, what with this sort of proposition sitting before her: in Kimmy's left hand, she had an innocent, everyday camcorder, something that suddenly carried quite a few less virtuous implications when taken into the bedroom, and in her right, she gripped a long, flesh-coloured, at least cucumber-thick dildo, complete with a firm pair of imitation balls as part of the mould. Damn thing looked twelve inches long!
Bev obviously couldn't stop grinning. For a couple seconds, she couldn't even seem to think of anything to say. Hand easing down from her mouth, her eyes jumped back and forth between the video camera and the sex toy, face slowly flushing a shade of pink as she soaked it all in. "So," she eventually asked, in just a soft coo, "you wanted to make a video?..."
Kimmy gave a chipper nod, a cocky little smile on her face. Bouncing up on to the balls of her feet, she hummed a cheery "Mm-hmm!" as she dropped back down.
Bev just gave a quick chortle, barely arching an eyebrow. "Was it for my jerk-off videos at work, or was it purely personal, hon?..."
"Totally personal," Kimmy swiftly asserted, practically panting, "just for me, just at home!"
Bev's grin widened, her hips gave a playful shift, and one foot started moving in front of the other, determined red rocket bobbing around and stirring the air in front of her lap with every step. Kimmy looked back down below her honey-bunny's navel again, hands left up in the air in an idle offer of her toys, finally panting as she huskily murmured "You look pretty heavy down there, babe - were you saving up? I think I'm still pretty tapped from Travis, but I haven't cum at all, today, I swear..."
Eyes half-closed, Bev reached out and ran an appraising fingertip across the shaft of her honey-bunny's one and only, clearly oversized, sex toy. Kimmy's eyes lit up, right away - Bev was totally into it! With a soft sound that could've even been a whimper, Bev lightly nibbled on her lip as she looked down between their bodies, eyeing Kimmy's hard-on right back. "Maybe a little," she coyly admitted, soft hands gently brushing against Kimmy's buds on their way down south. She loved the way Kimmy twitched, right when she slid a fingertip down along her shiny red rocket...Holding back a giggle, she playfully joked "Maybe I wanted to give you an off-the-books job to do? I really need a good milking, babe!"
A flustered giggle bubbled up out of Kimmy's chest, especially when Bev started pressing her turgid rod up towards herself, one finger creeping down to tickle at her little sweetheart's freshly achy balls, newly tingling in excitement. "Oh, yeah? W-Well," Kimmy breathlessly urged, "how do you feel about getting your milking on camera? I wanna be able to see us fucking every time I jerk off!"
With a big, confident smile, Bev leaned in and gave her a smooch, giving her some smouldering bedroom eyes as she cooed "Sounds fun, hon. Making a video's nothing new to me, so if that's what you wanna do, I'm game. I'm surprised you're okay with it, but...In a really good way, babe, hee-hee!" Grinning again, Bev purred a chuckle, started delicately stroking and sweeping her fingers across Kimmy's pouch, and softly added "I just want us to make the most out of tonight, okay?...You know what I really wanna do?"
"W-What," Kimmy almost gasped, barely denying herself the chance to cross kissing distance, again.
Bev eased the camcorder and dildo from Kimmy's hands, a fresh surge coming to her grin. More than a little confidently, she laid out her game plan, telling Kimmy how this would happen: "Baby, I wanna do every nasty, perverted little thing that's been zipping around in your head ever since we first saw each other, okay? Does that sound good, sweetie? Every little thing." Gently squeezing and rolling Kimmy's dildo around her soft fingers, getting a feel for the well-loved toy, Bev leaned in to whisper by the shorter t-girl's ear. "I wanna know everything you wanted to do to me...Everything a subby little girl like you wanted me to do to her. We're gonna go through the days, one by one, and work all those kinky little fantasies out of your system, okay?..."
Kimmy started sweating, chin offering a tremble. The rose in her face creeping to her ears, she reached out, mouth conveniently easing open in ecstasy, delight, when her fingers brushed against the taller girl's hot, pulsing rod. Eyelids nearly flickering, she slowly circled her hand around Bev's meat, holding back a panted "God, yes," in the process.
Leaning back out so the two could meet eyes, lingering so close inside kissing distance their breaths hit each other's chin, Bev smiled from ear to ear, winked, and whispered "First up's Oral Day. You wanna go first?"
Kimmy gulped, eyes totally glazed. "Sh-Should I play some music, or-"
"That's okay, I wanna hear all the sounds you make," Bev grinned. Tossing the dildo over onto the futon, she leaned back out and put her hand over Kimmy's shoulder, ready to ease her down. With an affectionate wink, she softly teased, in a babyish coo, "Are you my good little cocksucker, tonight?..."
The short cutie whimpered, nostrils flaring. Hand slowly rocking across Bev's cock, feeling the way it throbbed even harder in her fist, she whispered back "Y-Yeah..."
Bev gave her one more kiss, letting it last. "Then get down on your knees...Or squat and open your legs for me, if you want, hee-hee!...And taste it. You've earned it..."
Kimmy, in her daze, needed a moment to register what Bev had said before she finally started easing down. Bev bit her lip and gently guided her for a moment, then, with a steamy sigh, shifted her eyes to the camcorder. She pulled open the video screen on the side, then slipped her hand into the strap for a better grip, and...
"Let's give the camera a nice, good look at how you give head, 'kay? Hee-hee!..."
The screen came alive, and although Bev preferred seeing it with her own two eyes, she watched the feed for a few moments, making sure she was holding it steady so it could catch every second of Kimmy squatting down, a guilty smirk turned upward in the gloom. Watching the lens, she spread her knees nice and wide, giving her honey-bunny a look down across her body right to the uncircumcised little boy-toy twitching between. Bev's smile widened, a little, as her eyes shifted past the side of the video screen, meeting Kimmy's. With a pucker of her pillowy lips and the sound of a tiny smooch, Bev cooed "You look so good, from here..."
Kimmy nibbled on her lip, smirk turning into a big, rosy-cheeked smile. "You look even better, trust me..."
Dropping her glazed eyes below Bev's bikini line, she couldn't help but whisper "Oh, God," nostrils subtly flaring. She smelled so good...Had she perfumed her crotch, too, or something?...It made her breathe so hard, being so close. She could see every vein, and that fat, exposed tip was so slippery and shiny with sap, especially right under the helmet...Bev must've started getting drippy before Kimmy had even gotten naked. Her breathing on the verge of panting, Bev took a tiny step closer to her, a little giggle humming in her throat. That swollen, circumcised head would look so much better, between Kimmy's lips...She ran her hands up Bev's long, silky legs, closing in on her lap. It was finally happening, she was finally gonna suck Bev's c-co-
Eyes almost rolling back into her skull, her eyelashes helplessly fluttered as she leaned a little closer, mouth opening into an eager, lipstick-covered ring. When her sensitive lips pressed into something warm, soft...A little slippery...Her whole body shuddered, a high-pitched moan helplessly filling her throat, needy and excited. Bev started drawing in a deep breath to steady herself, but it swiftly enough sharpened into a little gasp; Kimmy couldn't help herself, just too eager to take it slow. Lips smearing more and more with sticky sap, lapping her tongue against the underside, she picked up steam in seconds, greedily licking clean every bit she could reach.
Flicking her tongue against Bev's slit, teasing her in the hopes of another taste-test of the beauty's ambrosial lust, she circled both hands around the base of that pink baseball bat, only gently, at first. It wasn't long, however, before she was lightly tensing her hold, starting up the slightest rocking motion, gently pumping that meat towards her mouth, milking it into her lips. She looked up, first at the camera, then past it to Bev, beautiful face looking back down at her through her cleavage, lips barely parted a crack, eyes heavy-lidded. When they met eyes, though, Bev gave her a flustered grin, eyes dropping back down to watch her work her magic, jaw going slack, all over again. Ooh, she liked that...
The corner's of Kimmy's mouth briefly went high, lips stretching around that hot meat until she started swirling her tongue around Bev's helmet. She ran her tongue around Beverly's head a few times, going deeper with each revolution until the pink tip was slipping out past her lips, no doubt giving Bev an even better show. She moaned in her throat, just a little, especially when Bev drew in a little gasp, eyes briefly flickering closed before she opened them, again. The pole in her hands growing even more rigid, even more stiff under her loving ministrations, Kimmy just moaned when a fresh trickle of appreciation oozed against her tongue, encouraging her to keep going. Time to get this thing wet...
Giving a shivery sigh, Bubbly Beverly breathed out something rapturous under her breath in German, then murmured "Yeah, just like that, sweetie...Mmm!...Go a little deeper, mouth me, hon..."
Kimmy answered her by giving another steamy moan, sliding her lips back, kissing the tip of that beautiful blonde's cock hard enough to smudge lipstick, and then easing her head back in even deeper, lips easing past the flared crown and onto the pulsing shaft. The move provoked another steamy, sighing moan above her head, then a soft "Mm, yeah..." Kimmy gave a couple quiet groans in her throat, licking everywhere she could before finally sliding back, slowly spreading the shine of her saliva deeper down, spit-shining that hot funstick until one of Bev's hands lightly came over her head. Then, pulling back just enough to kiss the tip again, she gave the blushing cock pointing into her face a dreamy look, huskily panting "Fuck, you taste so good!..."
Bev gave a long hum, holding back a giggle before the noise turned throatier. When she eased her hand off of Kimmy's head, the squatting t-girl looked up for direction. When Bev's hand came closer to her thick, veiny, spit-lubed prick, Kimmy thought maybe she wanted to take over, so preemptively, she slid one of her hands down from around the Aryan's meat, fingers still gliding down her thigh when Bev's wagging finger caught her eye. She brought it down to her tip, Kimmy's eyes locking on the way she ran it across her own meat, twitching and hopping near-constantly as she eased it down across her shaft.
Once she hit the edge of Kimmy's saliva, she lifted her hand to her mouth and sucked her fingertip clean, smiling as she cooed "You're even cuter, when you're horny...I can't even decide what I wanna do more: pop the first load in your mouth or put it deep up that fat ass of your's, hee-hee!"
"Why one or the other? We're going through all the days, right? You've got a lot of milking to get done," Kimmy panted, flicking her tongue against Bev's tip a couple times, making it hop until she just wound up suckling on the tip.
Bev gave the idea a demure hum, a playful smile on her face as she dabbed a fingertip by her mouth, striking a coy, thoughtful pose. "That's super true...I so badly wanna make you cum first, though, babe, and I wanna do it through your ass, so it only makes sense, right?..." With an almost guilty nibble of her lip, Bev slowly moved the camera around, getting Kimmy from other angles. "I've been saving up all my spunk just for you, hon...Only makes sense I blow all my jelly up that thick butt, right? Balls-deep until I can feel you squeeze me against your special spot, hee-hee! Mm, you've been training that big asshole for long enough, you can take me all the way in..."
That did it: Kimmy's hand dropped all the way to her drippy, twitchy little hard-on, rigid like steel in her lap and sappy at the tip, and wrapped her hand tight around it, helplessly stroking from root to tip. She opened her mouth and dunked her head back in without another word, surprising Bev enough to provoke a gasping shudder. Once Kimmy started bobbing her head on a nice rhythm, though, Bev just sighed, hand going for the back of her sweetheart's head. Kimmy closed her eyes and lost herself to the need, shamelessly making as much noise as she could. Lips sealed and sliding across that shaft, she sucked from almost halfway down Bev's meat right back up to the crown, cheeks that went from puffy, to hollowed, and back to puffy again combined with wet noises galore making a feast for the camera. God, give it another minute to work Bev up some more, then she can lick and suck at those big balls...
It didn't take long before her every exhale was becoming a groan, head bobbing quickening in tandem with her rocking arm, shifting back and forth in short, hard motions. Bev was just starting to take over guiding her head, too, when the poor thing started going red. Watching her with a placid look in her eyes, Bev gave a contented smile, only reluctantly slipping her hand away from Kimmy's soft hair. As tempting as it would've been to pull her down, fuck her mouth, and let her sprinkle her creamy drops around between her knees, eyes rolling back with a throatful of dick, Beverly would rather tease a little, get Kimmy as worked up as possible before the big finish. If she let Kimmy pop now, she'd have to wipe down her feet - spunk's sticky! 'Course, she could just get Kimmy to lick it off, but...
Kimmy, eyes steadily crossing, pumping arm getting erratic, kept going even deeper, sweat on her brow and blush heading for her ears. That hot, rounded knob reaching the back of her throat now, Kimmy let out a procession of increasingly harder, steamier "Mmmm! Nhmm! Mm...Hh...Hng...Huu!...Huu!!"
"Ah-ah-ah," Bev suddenly tutted, gently holding Kimmy's forehead, bringing her to a stop. Kimmy looked up, a hint of confusion creeping through the haze. Smile briefly spreading from ear to ear, Bev softly cooed "Just edge it, sweetie...Time for some Endurance Training. No squirting, yet..."
Kimmy gave her pleading puppy dog eyes, which may or may not have been more effective with some of that cock still circled by her lips. Bev gave no quarter, but the enthusiasm had her giggling nonetheless, briefly leaning her head back so she could throw a hand through her hair. Taking the tiniest step back, she reached back down and guided Kimmy's head back at the same time, letting her girth slip from the shorter t-girl's moist, pouty lips, watching her subtly rub her tongue around her mouth before swallowing, mouth falling back open in soft pants. Before Bev could ask her what she wanted to do next, Kimmy dropped to her knees to close the tiny gap between them again, head tilting to the side as she ducked back in, pressing her mouth right up against those dense, meaty balls.
Bev grinned and watched her have her fun, spit-shined skewer twitching and thrumming across Kimmy's face clear to her hair all the while. Reverting to her native tongue for a moment, she breathed "Mmm, ja...Vergiss nicht...Du magst den geschmack, liebling?..."
She could almost feel the tremble course down Kimmy's spine. Hearing her honey-bunny shift back to her mother tongue had Kimmy begging for more, breaking the seal of her suckling long enough to look up as best she could. "Talk dirty to me in German," she panted, grinning.
Bev grinned from ear to ear, holding back a flustered giggle. Still, she played along and spoke some more, if only to say "Aber du wirst mich nicht einmal verstehen!"
Kimmy grinned, kissed her roiling reactors one more time, then started standing up. Bev wanted to take a step back and give the camera a better look at all of her, but Kimmy reached out, took her hand, and started guiding her over to the futon, oversized dildo still sprawled across the seat. Breathing heavy through a big smile, she gave her toy a glance, then mumbled out "Are we at Anal Day, yet?...Or, do you wanna sit down and get some more head?...D-Did you wanna suck me? I can wait! I promise, I can wait! I-If you wanna move on, I've, um, got something I'd really, really love to see you do! Like, really!"
Beverly's cheeks turned rosy, eyes shifting to the dildo - she could read the writing on the wall. Going back to English, she was already slipping her hand out of the camcorder's strap as she teased "You really wanna wait?...You sure you don't want me to go down, a little? I told you before, I'd use you like a lollipop all night long, but...'Kay, if that's what you want, let's do it, then, babe."
Kimmy whined before giving in, cooing a hurried "Okay, but j-just a quick one! You'll make me pop if you do it like I did!"
Bev gave a bubbly giggle, grinning from ear to ear as she handed her the camcorder and turned to make for her purse. "A quick one's good enough, I just wanna taste it, at least! Just let me grab some lube, first, I've got it in my purse. I always come prepared for a butt-fucking, hee-hee!"
Kimmy bit her lip in excitement, hastily getting the camcorder on her hand for a look at Bev's big, wiggling ass as she headed for the clothing pile she had left behind. Filling the time with an explanation, she giddily explained "I, I wanna see you take my dildo - even just a little, if it's hard to fit! I, if I can get that on camera...Oh God, just the thought of you pumping that thing makes me shake!"
Bev gave a quick titter. Maybe she suspected Kimmy would've been filming her from behind, because instead of squatting or even just kneeling down by her purse, she bent right over far at the waist, practically doubling over until she could touch her toes, ensuring the airheaded blonde's keister was as high in the air as possible. "That way you can watch me do it whenever you do it, yourself? Kinky," she purred. Kimmy grinned, but it swiftly faded as she focused on the camera's screen. She glanced up at Bev, then back down at the camera, the glisten on her brow intensifying as her jaw went slack. Were her eyes fooling her, or did she see...Something peeking out, from between Bev's cheeks? Something small, pink, plastic maybe, something that ought not be there-
Kimmy's eyes glazed all over again, realization dawning on her just as Bev stood back up straight, twirled about on a heel, and held up a bottle of lube a little too big to be just an emergency back-up. Kimmy kept the camcorder steady as she walked back, quick to ask the beauty what was on her mind: "Did I...Um, do you have a plug in, or something? I thought I saw something, for a second there."
A grin slowly split the blonde's beautiful face. With a low, throaty chuckle, she winked, still sashaying past her and up the futon. "Beads, actually," she cheerily admitted, eyes never leaving Kimmy's. "I thought it wouldn't hurt to be prepared! It made the club even more fun, too," she teased, arching an eyebrow. Before Kimmy could react to the revelation, though, Bev was leaning over far just in front of her, both hands going to her knees for support. Kimmy turned her eyes and camera downwards, but a second later, her eyelids were flickering shut, her entire body shuddering as a loud, gasping groan shot out of her.
Bev kept it quick, just like she promised; smiling, she opened her mouth, eased in a little closer, and wrapped those soft, bee-stung lips down around Kimmy's rigid little manhood, tongue already swirling and lapping for a taste of that little P-spot teaser. Lips subtly passing back and forth, Bev barely bobbed her head, suckling on that foreskin-shrouded pussy-pleaser with a steamy sigh through her nose, letting Kimmy feel her appreciation. Kimmy did her best to endure, but blessedly, once Bev had cleaned her off of pre-cum, peeled back her skin with her mouth, and gotten her fill of the taste of hot, salty Kimmy cock, she hollowed her cheeks and pulled back with a little pop, leaving that crimson dagger with a fresh spit-shine of it's own. Matching pairs, girls!
Kimmy, breathing hard all over again, watched Bev drop to her knees against the futon's edge, crawling a little deeper onto it for support. Looking over her shoulder at Kimmy, eyes occasionally dropping to the camera lens, she gave her lips an appreciative lick, swallowed, and popped off the cap to her lube-tube, listening as the breathless honey panted "Oh, fuck, that was so good...I'm dying, h-here! Just thinking about you dancing around with beads in...!"
Bev clearly thought that that was funny. Grinning, eyes easing half-closed, she reached back behind herself, hand going for her big, round rump as she purred "How do you think I felt, miss going-commando-on-a-date?" Kimmy's eyes subtly widened, darting up from Bev's ass to her meet her own. A split-second later, a naughty grin split Kimmy's face. She didn't bother asking how or when Bev had figured it out. She knew Bev had figured out she had been rocking a hard-on at the dance floor, sure, but she hadn't realized Bev had clued in to the lack of panties, too. Maybe she had caught a glance up Kimmy's skirt one time when she had sat down, or maybe it had been during all the grinding. After all, she had rubbed her ass against her hard enough and for long enough - Bev had been bound to figure it out, sooner or later.
"Did it turn you on," Kimmy playfully cooed. She already knew the answer, but let's hear Bev say it. Already moving to get a better look at that ass when the beads came out, her free hand dropped to her meat for some idle pumps...Not that she really needed any help staying turgid like a steel beam.
"I got pretty hard for a few minutes," the blonde huskily admitted, crooking a finger between her cheeks to find the string's ring. Why ask, Kimmy? Couldn't you feel her dick digging through your skirt, back at the club?...
Kimmy grinned even wider, but it swiftly faded in the face of anticipation. She dropped into another squat, taking cues from the endless stream of porn videos she had long savoured by bringing the camera right up behind her honey-bunny, trying to give the camera as good of a close-up at her buns and the dark star between as possible. It'd be hard to last past this point on repeat watches, she thought - after all that blowjob action, seeing the beauty's ring yawning open and gulping down around those beads would have her shooting her wad clear to the ceiling, for sure.
Bev waited another moment, letting Kimmy make sure she could catch it all on video before she started pulling...Slowly. Kimmy's eyes just went glassy and dull as she stared, jaw hanging open. That thick, cushiony ass, those full, heavy balls drooping dense between her thighs in that blonde's big beanbag, and of course, her yummy pucker, just a tiny ring exposing the handle to the toy inside?...God, Kimmy was putty in her hands. She'd do anything, she wanted to do everything - Bev drove her so wild! That silky blonde mane spilling down her back, Bev glanced back and noted the look on Kimmy's face, the way she bit her whole lip as her Head Maid's ring steadily dilated.
The camera caught it all, just in case Kimmy's brain was too fried in the moment to burn it into her memory: the tight sphincter steadily distancing itself from Bev's body thanks to the pulling, ring slowly yawning wider and wider to reveal the big, pink bead inside, bigger than Kimmy might've expected, big enough that Bev definitely must've been feeling it all night long, finally popping free like a pink golf ball from inside those velvety depths. Bev gave a groan, eyes closing as she nibbled her lip and drew an inwards sigh. Two beads, three, four - by the time they had all come out, there was a whole foot of them, moist and warm from the pre-lubed glove they had been calling home for the last couple hours.
Kimmy gulped. God, what she wouldn't give to drop her face in there and eat out that ass, to stick her tongue in there and try to get at Bev's magic spot, to jerk her off while she was at it until she squealed at her peak and clenched down around her tongue...But, with that lube on her ring, now, maybe Kimmy could just wait until tomorrow morning. Maybe. Bev was too eager to worry about making a mess, and Kimmy was just too horny to care; Bev dropped the string next to the dildo, then grabbed the other toy and slid it closer to her knees. Bringing the lube behind herself, she upturned the tube over the tail of her spine and let that syrupy goop drizzle out through the valley of her rump, waiting with practised ease until just the right amount had gotten onto her, just enough to start reaching her hole, before lifting it back up and capping it. Time to give her honey a show.
She paused before ditching the lube, reaching back with one hand to better spread the anal grease against her pucker, rubbing it around her loosened ring with two fingers. Then, holding out the tube with the other, she coyly cooed "You want some for yourself, babe?...This might as well be Blue Balls Day, at least for me. The real Anal Training's gonna be for you, so it might not be a bad idea to do a little stretching."
She couldn't see the guilty grin on Kimmy's face, but she could feel her uncap the tube and give it a squeeze. Playfully, a little quietly, Kimmy teased "I dunno, baby, I've gotten pretty used to putting big things up my ass..."
Bev immediately broke out into a laugh at the perceived challenge, looking back and blurting out "Oh hoh, you think I'm any stranger to butt-stuff? Okay, sweetie, you just watch n' learn!"
Kimmy grinned from ear to ear, but when the both of them started reaching back in unison, lust quickly left her face slack. Always ensuring the camera had a good angle, Kimmy reached down across her back, careful not to spill the lube in her hand until she could slather it right in between her buns, prepping her bubble butt for the promised reaming looming on the horizon, courtesy of the meat-hungry horn jutting from her sweetheart's lap. For her part, Bev took the dildo and brought it down behind herself. It looked a little smaller in Bev's hand, of course, but that didn't mean it couldn't be a tight fit.
Still, Bev grinned, tossed a quick look over her shoulder, and shot the camera a wink as she brought the dildo to bear against her ass...Her own little hi, there, to Kimmy, whenever she'd rewatch the vid, as if she wanted to say "You like seeing me fuck myself with the toy you slip yourself, all the time? You're using it right now, aren't you?...Naughty, naughty..."
With a little sigh, a little grunt, of exertion, Bev gripped the toy tighter and started pushing, widening her valley by virtue of the pole pressing between them, hole kissing that invader and begging it to plunder softly. Kimmy tried to match her beat for beat, index and middle fingers teasing her own big pucker until, with a sudden burst of progress, Bev had the tip pushing through her rosebud, a grunt catching in her throat. Kimmy didn't hesitate to slide a digit in, then the other, groaning right along with Bev as she rocked her arm as best she could. This wasn't the usual position she did it in, but hey, variety's the spice of any good sex life, or so they say.
When Bev started sliding those long inches inside one after the other, her breathing couldn't help but get harder, and Kimmy, poor thing, couldn't help but let her eyes cross, mouth gaping like a fish out of water. Again, her every exhale became a moan, the short, big-bootied cutie never hesitating to let her voice be heard, to encourage Bev and let her know, hey, she fucking loved the show. It didn't take her long to start pumping her arm back and forth, frantic in her need, already too worked up to consider this foreplay. Hand slapping and clapping against her cheeks progressively louder, Kimmy was transfixed by the way Bev's experienced ass seemed to just swallow up her fearsome dildo...Up to a certain point.
Once Bev had gotten in about six inches, she gave a high-pitched warble and pulled back, letting Kimmy watch the way her ring moved, pulling out and pushing in alongside the faux-fuckstick making love to her. Over the span of maybe a minute, Bev picked up the pace, rocking her arm back and forth behind herself, feeding that battering ram right up in there faster and faster until she was veritably fucking herself with it, pumping her own manslayer of an ass for Kimmy to see. "Hoh, fffuck," she panted out, lips in a ring, perspiration shining on her throat and cleavage, "it's r-really hitting my spot! You use this thing every day?..."
"Almost," Kimmy admitted, smiling dreamily. "I can get it pretty deep in there, when I want to..."
"Use it every day," Bev throatily repeated as an order, audibly holding back another groan. Head tilting back, eyes closed and mouth hanging open, she picked up her pace even further, making another couple inches disappear - not to mention making Kimmy's eyes cross, for a second. When she slipped her fingers free, got her thumb in there instead, and used the digit's different angle and better strength to rub right down across her bump, she just about had to grit her teeth at the electric sensation that jolted through her. Face red and shimmery, she stared at the show, focusing everything she had on not dribbling a hot mess into her living room carpet.
She managed, barely: a dribble of off-white couldn't help but ooze from her slit, but no harm done. Bev let her subby gal-pal soak in the show for another few moments, then started pulling the toy back all the way, popping it back out of her ass until her reddened rosebud could toss a couple winks Kimmy's way. Breathing hard, the buxom German whispered out "Okay...I'm really turned on, now." Kimmy looked up to the back of her head, a flicker of anticipation in her dull eyes. Was it time to go all the way, yet?
Like her beads, she dropped Kimmy's now slicked-up dildo back onto the couch, and right before Kimmy's eyes, she turned her hips to the side, replacing the thick, lube-slathered ass in frame for something else her honey-bunny could fixate on: a nice, thick, blushing set of nine inches, pre-dripping and ready to explode in the first tight, moist ass it could fill.
Kimmy stared for a second, then darted her eyes up to Bev's. Without standing on any further ceremony, she bluntly let Bev know she couldn't wait any longer: "You took that thing so deep...Y-You wanna fuck, now? At this point, it's barely gonna take anything to make me cum, and if I'm waiting for D in the A to pop, a big cream filling's gonna make my toes curl. God, I want all of it!"
Bev gave her a sweet little smile, crooking a finger at her, pink nail polish beckoning Kimmy closer. "Well, you're definitely gonna get it after working me up like this, sweetie," she playfully cooed, giving her a slow wink. "Let's swap places...I can't take it anymore, I wanna pump that big bum until you're squealing, hee-hee! Ohh, hon, I'm gonna make you cum so good..."
Kimmy nearly leapt onto the futon, but then the camcorder in her hand grounded her back in reality and out of fantasy. "Just a sec," she urged, scurrying back off to her room. When she came back, she had a little tripod in hand, something that had Bev grinning from ear to ear. Even at the end, she still wanted to get it all on camera. Had to admire her determination, if nothing else. She set the thing up, got the camera at a good angle, and when Bev got up from the futon, already rubbing fresh lube into her bitch-breaker, Kimmy took her cue. Heart pounding, veins coursing with adrenaline until she shook, her face was cherry red as she crawled onto the futon, eagerly adopting the same position Bev had previously taken: ass up, knees spread, thighs splayed so everything between could hang out for Bev to admire.
Kimmy could barely keep her hands from trembling as she held on to the top of the futon, gripping the headrest for support. Maybe she should let Bev use this in her videos, next week?...Let them all see the two of them finally making good on all that tension, over the first week...Bev came up behind her, an appreciative hum catching in her throat as she gave Kimmy's cheeks a little grab, a little rubbing and kneading, working those buns like dough for a few moments before finally giving them a spread. Giving her lover's pucker a look, loving how the lube made that stretched, oversized ring look like a diamond in the rough, the perfect glove for her to slip into. Kimmy gave a flex and winked; the way Bev's breathing hardened made her tummy tingle.
"You know, I know this is a little late, but I have condoms in my purse, if you want," Bev tried to offer, coming closer behind her, one hand shifting to her hip. Kimmy could feel her long, expertly manicured fingernails on her skin, gently pressing in...
"That's okay, I wanted it raw, anyway," Kimmy confessed, a shaky grin on her face to match the guilty, self-indulgent warble in her voice. "And that goes for when I get a turn, too!"
Bev gave a flustered little giggle, and a second later, Kimmy felt something hot, slippery, and oh so soft rub up against the little folds of her pucker, frictionlessly gliding back and forth against her maidenhead. "If you're still horny by the time I'm done, honey, I'd love a cream filling for my doughnut, too, but you said so, yourself: I've got a lot of milking to get done, tonight, and you're the only girl here for me, right now..."
"That's totally fine...You need it more than I do," Kimmy conceded, grin widening. Poor Bev, so badly needing to rail someone, monster cock so achy and hard...
"I know how much you want it up the ass, anyway, hee-hee," Bev teased, stroking down Kimmy's spine. Such a sweet, subby cutie, so eager for a reaming from the big-dicked bimbo...
Kimmy didn't refute it. She waited for the push, the sweet pressure of that beast trying to slide into her ass, to make her Bubbly Beverly's new bottom bitch and fill her up until she could feel it in her tummy and the cum wouldn't stop drizzling out of her, but instead, her sweet honey-bunny leaned over her, her hand rising from Kimmy's hip to her chest, gently cupping one of her tender buds before nuzzling in between her neck and shoulder. The electric shock from the kiss opened up Kimmy's expression with a bit of surprise, but it barely lasted a second before a huge, beaming smile came over her. She tilted her head to the one side, opening her neck to the kisses, then turned her head towards the other, earning herself some more to the lips.
"Don't worry about holding out," Bev reassured her, standing back up, stance widening just a hint, ready for some proper pumping. "No more edging, babe, just shoot whenever you feel like it..."
Kimmy gave a cheery hum to the affirmative before her brow started knitting, the pressure over her rear escalating until, at last, the finger-spreading stretches she had a minute ago given her needy hole paid off. She gasped, Bev gave a grunt so high-pitched she nearly squeaked, and her battering ram slipped in through those gates without much in the way of struggle, yawning it open wider than she was used to, wide enough to burn a little and remind her of that time she had played "Hide the Salami" with Shelly. Time to go even deeper, tonight - Lord have mercy. Bev have mercy!...Or, don't, stir her up like a mortar and pestle, pound her into a mushy fuckhole, stretch her just deep enough that future fuck-buddies would think she was a size queen, train her ass until you could just slide on in whenever you wanted and plow her bubble butt!
Bev gasped something in German, then shivered out an ecstatic "God, you're still tight!..."
"Deeper, deeeper," Kimmy whined, begged. "Please fuck me! Make me cum, I, hoooh-!"
Kimmy trailed off into a hard, lilting moan when the beauty behind her pushed in another couple inches, filling her snug glove to capacity in spite of the many months of, ahem, personal training she had afforded herself, not to mention the rigorous rump workouts she had gotten at House Venus. That thick, throbbing pole splitting her void and filling her up, deeper and deeper, had Kimmy clenching her hands and grunting, trying not to hang her head in exertion as the blush spread to her ears, making them burn. The pressure over her special spot was tremendous, enough to get a drop or two spitting out of her cock straight away, but God, when Bev pulled back, dug back in, and started up a good five-inch rhythm to the fucking, the electric tingle ignited behind her crotch was like a flare, it was so potent. This first nut would not take long to bust, probably for either of them.
Bev breathed something in German again, and all Kimmy could do was let her eyes close and take it, grunting, whimpering, and squeaking the more her ass loosened up, making way for Bev's efforts. She gripped the futon's cushions tighter, toes curling, back arching, lifting her ass that much more towards her honey - God, Bev, let her have it! Just the thought of that camera catching the two of them, Bev's ass still slippery between the cheeks with lube even as she reamed out her little lover, had Kimmy flexing her ass and trying to milk the claymore sheathed inside her. It might take a bit for her to loosen up that far in, but if she didn't get to cum with Bev balls-deep, beanbag slapping into her taint all the way to an abrupt, gooey stop, Kimmy's libido would scream.
Ass boiling, already throbbing with their shared heartbeat, Kimmy raised her head and sightlessly looked out past the couch and over the balcony, the nightlife and lights lost on her what with the stars popping behind her eyes. When Bev gave one of her cheeks a light clap, Kimmy closed her eyes and squeaked, much to the leggy blonde's grinning, flush-faced satisfaction. With a purr shaky on adrenaline, Bev started switching up their positions, probably in a bid to get even deeper and fuck her honey even harder. Reaching both hands past Kimmy's hips, she held her steady near the corners of her crotch, splaying her legs even wider as she lifted her up into a take on the wheelbarrow position.
With Kimmy eagerly supporting herself over the futon's backrest, her legs spread into a wide, bow-legged V on either side of the girl behind her, giving Bev plenty of open space to go as fast and as deep on her conquest as she wanted...Not to mention give the camera a good look at Kimmy's bits bobbing and swinging around underneath her in the process, neglected cock slapping her thighs and sometimes even her belly, complete with the inevitable creamy strings she'd fling around at the end. At first, Kimmy moaned and hissed at the exertion of supporting herself against Bev's deepening rocks, but it didn't take long before her eyes were rolling back, her eyelids were flickering shut, and her mouth was hanging open, sweat beading across her back.
Bev went deep enough to match where Shelly's meaty, ass-adoring prick had gotten, deep enough that the Aryan was no doubt creeping into her colon, but Kimmy didn't care, not even when more inches followed, making room. Lips quivering, Kimmy's chest expanded and shrank with every harsh, ragged pant she took. The flagpole planted up her ass scooping her out on every pull, stirring on every push, the long bulge of Bev's urethra helped with some extra pressure against her prostate, not that it was needed, really. When Kimmy felt Bev's lap start brushing against her cheeks, she almost lost it.
"Oh, fuck," they gasped, almost in unison. "I got it all in," Bev added, naturally delighted, of course.
The thought crossed Kimmy's mind to try and hold on, but before she could try and follow through - before she could even remember that Bev had wanted her to just let go at the first opportunity - Bev gave in, too eager to hold back, not when she was so close to hilting. Moans turning higher, lighter, more desperate, Bev pushed in the last of her cock until she could crush her lap up against Kimmy's spongy cheeks, humping that derriere with a few deep, grinding digs of her dipstick before suddenly pulling out three or so inches.
Shoving them back in, she escalated her pace twofold, going into a burst of speed until she was biting her lip, panting hard through her nose, and shutting her eyes, big, glittered tits bouncing with every saw of her shapely hips. At first, they only tapped into her a few times, but when Bev's hot, heavy balls eventually started smacking into Kimmy's taint, even occasionally hitting her balls, too, Bev stopped biting her lip, let her mouth hang open, and held her breath, eyes nearly rolling around before she look down and focused on the hypnotic ripples of Kimmy's pummelled ass, slapped and spanked by the blonde's pistoning hips. When her moans got so high that she even let out one of her coveted little squeaks of delight, Kimmy was driven right over the edge.
While the thrusting against her ass grew more erratic, a telltale warning that the floodgates would be opening momentarily, Kimmy's silken walls started clamping and flexing more randomly until, with a long, hoarse, drawn-out moan, Kimmy's crimson face contorted with that blissful agony of the end, mouth puckering into a ring of smudged lipstick, eyes screwing shut tight. All too suddenly, that moan went shaky and desperate, euphoric, bestial. The twitching in her ass, the electric delight in her muscles, fired back and forth between her swelling prostate and her cock, rock-hard even now, harder, if anything. Her arms trembled, her cock swayed back and forth, even her little boobs bounced, and then, well...She was cashing in.
That euphoric tingle in her cock, that slow, oozing ecstasy she had been enduring, suddenly gave way, drenching her in endorphins almost before the slut-slime had even started running from her cock in long, pearly spits and strings, and with Bev's thrusting going on for a few more moments, naturally those ropes were shot and flung all over the place, no doubt introducing more than a few embarrassing stains to the cushions under her. Some wet warmth flung itself up against her belly, and she even felt some ribbons swing off of her bouncing cock to catch on her thighs. Dew in her eyes, Kimmy moaned at the top of her lungs, enduring the way the deep-dicking never stopped, the way Bev railed her even when she clenched up like a vise, battering her prostate, fucking Kimmy senseless until, at last, she heard Bev stop holding her breath in one big, shuddering sigh.
The boiling hot cock lodged up her ass wouldn't stop jumping, wouldn't stop pulsing around, as even more heat bloomed within, a thick, sticky heat that clung to her, deep inside. With every hard hop of her cock, Bev would try to suppress a squeak, but the way she kept mindlessly thrusting against that ass like a rutting animal, balls still so heavy they practically sloshed, too hot from the sex to really even draw up, certainly didn't help. At first, Kimmy thought she could feel the lances of big sis' rich, creamy, sloppy baby-batter sneezing into her, but the more of it there was, the more the feeling was disguised by an overall warm, full contentment, a milky soup of lust painting Kimmy's inner walls. Finally...After so long...!
For a couple seconds, Bev didn't pull back out. She stayed all the way in, giving Kimmy's keister a couple firm, slow grinds, digging her cock around in there as if to make sure the seed was planted as deep as possible. She would've loved to pull back out mid-stream and squirt a little against Kimmy's big pucker and the back of her balls, not to mention across those jiggly cheeks of her's, but the first one...Oh, the first one should've always been inside somewhere, an attitude she hoped Kimmy shared when it came time to lie back, relax, and let her honey get her off, right back. Nothing more disappointing than someone who pulled out! Eventually, though, Bev started easing back out, amidst much grunting and panting from the both of them, of course.
Kimmy didn't even have a minute to catch her breath. Bev slid back out at a slow, steady pace until her tip caught in Kimmy's flexing sphincter, only for it to eventually relax and comfortably let her go. As gently as she could despite the haze of the afterglow, Bev set Kimmy back down on her knees, giving her trembling leg and arm muscles a chance to rest. A giant smile was already on Kimmy's face as she panted out "Oh, f-fuck, that was...That was so good-"
Bev reached over, grabbed her tube of lube, and leaned over Kimmy to breathe some giddy teasing by her ear: "We're just getting started, babe! Ready for round two? Let's do it in your bed, this time! I wanna make your room smell like sex, like us!"
Bev's enthusiasm just made Kimmy's smile split into a grin. Shrugging her eyebrows, she panted out "Round th, three...On the living room floor? Make the...Wh-Whole apartment smell like us!"
Bev gave another one of her infectious giggles, kissed the nape of Kimmy's neck, and cooed "One cummie at a time, sweetie!"
Kimmy just laughed. Yeah, right. Nothing wrong with planning ahead when they'd both be pulling an all-nighter, on each other...
After maybe one of the most restful nights of sleep in her life, Kimmy drifted awake, sprawled out across her back. With the thin sheets barely up to her waist and one foot sticking out to the side, she swept an arm out across the mattress, checking for Bev. She wasn't in bed with her anymore, but the spot just next to her was still pretty warm...She couldn't have gone far. A big, contented smile spread across Kimmy's face as she let her eyes ease open, taking in how the sunlight passively eased itself through her window curtains, pulled aside just enough for someone to get it open, a bit, and keep the room from getting too hot.
The last thing Kimmy remembered from the night before was riding Bev cowgirl one last time before collapsing into her, burying her face in those big, soft, glittered boobs until she just lost herself in them and drifted off...Best pillows of her life, honestly. She'd definitely love to do it again, sometime. The thought made Kimmy draw in a languid breath, smile widening as she closed her eyes, yawned, and gave a stretch, but then she was pausing: what smelled so good?...Her nose twitched as she took another couple tiny sniffs. Smelled like...Breakfast. Bacon, maybe?
Before Kimmy could wonder if maybe Travis were responsible, trying to surprise her with a bit of his own cooking after the prior morning, she spotted her door near-silently shifting in her peripheral vision. She propped herself up on her elbows just in time to spot one miss Beverly, leaning her head in through the doorway with a little smile, just checking to see if Kimmy had gotten up, yet. They both lit up, and when Kimmy purred "Hey," Bev did the same, walking into the room in nothing but that little white lace thong she had worn to the club. Kimmy let her eyes drop across her body, readily grinning as the beauty cheerily offered "I hope you're hungry, hon, 'cause I made some breakfast. A little bacon, some eggs, some bagels and hash browns and OJ - the breakfast of champions!"
Kimmy's grin broke out from ear to ear in delight, the girl gushing "Oh my gosh, babe, you didn't have to do that! That sounds amazing - yeah, I'd love some breakfast."
Bev grinned back, walking right over to the bed until she could crawl on top and sit on a hip by Kimmy's legs. "I took a shower as soon as I got up," she happily explained, keeping her voice down just a touch. "At first, I was thinking we could go out shopping after breakfast, but then I remembered I didn't really have a change of clothes. That little pink dress might be a bit of a shock for the early bird mall-walkers, I think."
Kimmy broke out into a giggle, smiling from ear to ear as she nodded in agreement. "Aw, that's okay, maybe next time," she cooed, sitting up. One hand drifting out towards one of Bev's, a finger gently brushing across her wrist and arm, she happily admitted "I was kinda hoping we'd just spend more time in bed, anyway. How long do you have? I guess Harret must want you back, eventually?"
"Eventually," Bev admitted, a big, contented smile on her face. She shifted her arm, very intentionally brushing a couple fingers against Kimmy's own until she could link them, something that had Kimmy's heart giving a thump. Tummy giving a tingle, she smiled from ear to ear and shyly dropped her eyes from Bev's, just for a second, before the beauty cooed "I should probably be back by dinnertime at the latest, but that's, like, ages from now, sweetie. We've got all the time in the world, right now."
"Is Travis up? Did you meet him," Kimmy casually asked, keeping an ear open for any sign of her roommate.
Bev gave her another dazzling grin. Tilting her head to the side, an amused hint floated under her voice. "Nooo, actually, I haven't," she gushed, "but I'm pretty sure he's here! There's some big, black shoes by the front door, now, and I don't think I remember seeing them there, last night..."
As soon as Kimmy heard about the shoes, she smiled and started nodding, waiting for Bev to finish before commenting "Yeah, those're his, he's here. Must've been a pretty late night for him, if he didn't even show up until we were done."
Bev gave a playful little arch with her eyebrows. "Maybe he didn't, maybe he showed up before," she teased. "We were stuck in your room for the last of it, and we were getting pretty loud. Maybe we didn't even notice!"
Kimmy started going red, but she just told herself she would've heard Travis come in, even if they had gotten loud. After all, it's not like they had been drunk or anything, she had still been in control of all her faculties. "Noo, I would've heard him shut the door," Kimmy good-naturedly insisted. With a shrug, she lackadaisically commented "He'll be up, eventually. You can finally meet him, then. I know he'd like to meet you, at least."
"Of course I wanna meet him," Bev reassured, holding her head back up straight with a big smile and a brief widening of her eyes. Sitting up on her knees, she took more of Kimmy's hand and grinned a little, playfully chastising "But c'mon, if we don't get to breakfast soon, it's gonna get cold! We can talk all morning in bed after, if you want, hee-hee!"
Kimmy's smile started widening, a subtle quiver in her lip nibbled away. She stretched her arm out, got it between Bev's thighs, and gave the stuffed basin to her thong the gentlest rub, the lightest squeeze. "Y'know, I think there's some breakfast right here, too," she softly suggested, a husky undercurrent already working it's way into her tone.
Her delicate touch worked wonders; almost instantly, she could feel the contents shifting, filling out the fabric a little more prominently. Bev didn't say anything right away, but the grin that silently crossed her face and the adoring look in her eyes had Kimmy going pink. Smile turning even more affectionate, Kimmy subtly nibbled on the inside of her lip as her honey-bunny gently swept her free hand across the bed sheets, trailing up between Kimmy's legs until she brushed against the stiff little doorstopper underneath the covers, already swollen in anticipation. With a playful narrowing of her eyes, however, Bev tilted her head to the side a little, protest little more than a coo. "It's gonna get cold out there, Kim...What if Travis wakes up and takes your share?..."
Kimmy started grinning. Still delicately stroking her fingertips around that soft white lace, she leaned in a little, confidently murmuring back "Then it's a good thing this sausage is always hot and fresh for me, right?..."
Bev's cheeks went pink, but her smile guiltily spread from ear to ear. She gave the ajar bedroom door a glance, already looking more game by the time she looked back. "Okay," she giddily breathed, turning to take a seat by Kimmy's side, "I'll try not to make too much noise...I don't wanna wake anyone up!..."
Kimmy gave a gleeful grin, quick to shift around onto her side. Putting an elbow by Bev's far side so she could take up her post across her tummy, her honey-bunny was already gliding her soft hand across her even softer buns, an appreciative coo humming in her throat as she got in some play of her own, goading Kimmy on...Not that the encouragement was needed, naturally. Chin inches from Bev's bikini line, Kimmy slid her fingers under the edge of the fabric, eased it down, and...Oh, yeah...
This was the life...
Answering Harret's ad had been the best move she had made since, well...Maybe ever. It had gotten her to go open, made her daytime persona a thing of the past, and let her meet so many new friends who understood her so much better than anyone else had, before. Look at where she was now, too - with Bev! She was just so perfect, and amazingly, she even seemed to feel the same way about her, too! On top of that, there was everything with Travis...Wherever this was gonna go, she'd never been this happy, before, in her whole life. Maybe she was even in...
They had only known each other for a little over a week, but...She'd never been so fulfilled, before...
It couldn't get much sweeter than this. This was only the first day of the rest of her life, and already, she never wanted it to end.