Kalin sees an opportunity to add to her stable of underaged whores
The buzzer sounded somewhere back in the recesses of the house who’s doorbell Isabel had just pressed and she removed her finger from the plunger. Nervously she ran fingers through her recently re-dyed hair, the wonders of Clairol covering the growing grey strands that now peppered her natural brunette locks.
Like a schoolgirl standing outside the heads office Isabel adjusted the jacket and skirt of her much-worn black polyester business suit and waited. She glanced over her shoulder at her daughter, Jane, who smiled back from their beat-up old car parked at the curb just as the door opened. Isabel turned and smiled. A forced smile to be sure, but it was the thought that counted.
She had been practicing that relaxed friendly smile for days; but it was wasted, for as the door swung open, a young oriental in a maids uniform of black button through cotton dress, the white collar and cuffs matching the square apron worn around her waist, greeted her without emotion. “Can I help you, miss?”
The smile was exercised again as Isabel said. “Hello. Yes, I’m here to see Mrs. van de Sar.” Without a word the maid stepped back allowing Isabel to enter.
With the door closed the maid headed down the corridor with a “Please follow me and I’ll let my mistress know you have arrived.” Isabel followed, awestruck at the opulence of her former friend’s apartment. “Please wait here.” the maid said as they entered the central living quarters before she headed off through one of the doors at the far end of the room.
Isabel looked around her old friend’s apartment like a kid in sweet shop, it was everything she had ever wanted in life, something like this. Light flooded into the open area from the floor to ceiling windows with their gossamer thin nets that floated gently in the breeze. The white walls were sparsely hung with what appeared to be original pieces of art and doors led off the main area to presumably similarly appointed rooms.
Unnoticed, Kalin entered and allowed herself a small smile of self-congratulation as she looked at Isabel’s expression as she stood on the polished mahogany floor looking around her. Kalin Leaned casually against a pillar, her expensive silk day dress flowing over her tanned body and asked, “So, you like my little town house?”
Isabel spun round at the sound of Kalin’s voice and completely forgot the smile. Isabel put her tongue back in her mouth and dimmed the green light shining through her eyes and tried to smile, but the effort seemed too great as she managed simply. “Yes it’s very nice, you seem to have done very well for yourself.”
This brought a genuine laugh from Kalin as she said, “Well, it helped that I married the right man with the right heart condition; that got me my first million, but the rest is all down to little old me.”
“Of course this is not as grand as the house in the country or as cozy as the one on the beach, but I need somewhere in the city where I can entertain. Shall we?” Kalin said indicating two sofas separated by a low glass coffee table. The two women sat opposite each other and Isabel placed the leather folder she had been clutching under her arm on the table between them.
Kalin clapped her hands and almost instantaneously the young oriental maid appeared and said with a half curtsey, “Yes, mistress?”
“Coffee for two, Susi, and some of cook’s delightful cakes.” Kalin said in a tone that had become accustomed to command.
With another curtsey and a “Yes, mistress.” Susi left the two women alone.
“It was quite a surprise seeing you the other night after so many years.” Kalin said, her tone betraying a hint that she would have preferred it if they hadn’t met. This time Isabel got the smile right as she recalled how they had met once more. They had bumped into each other at a party to celebrate the golden wedding of Mr. and Mrs. John Carlton. Well truth be told, it was Kalin who, expressing her mirth at some witty comment made by one of the other guests, had bumped into Isabel.
It was of course though Isabel who had apologized to the tall blonde in her midnight blue evening gown that displayed a fair amount of bare flesh and even more diamonds, even though the champagne Isabel had been carrying had spilt down her own maids uniform, not that dissimilar to the one Susi wore. For Kalin was the guest and Isabel the caterer, well on this occasion, hired help of a friend who also catered large parties, the sort of contracts that Isabel would have given her eye teeth to get.
“You should be more careful!” Kalin had scolded even as Isabel was offering her apology. Normally the staff refrained from looking at the guests, it helped that the hired help knew their place, but something made Isabel look up.
With eyes wide with surprise Isabel queried, “Kalin?” Kalin lifted a plucked and penciled eyebrow as she actually looked at the maid, and suddenly recognition dawned, and a for a brief second fear flashed across her perfectly made-up face and without a glance at her companions took Isabel by the elbow and led her to a quiet corner of the room.
Glancing around to make sure no one was looking and more importantly listening Kalin allowed a small curl of the lip as she said. “Well, my little ‘Bella’. It’s been a very long time since we, er, worked together.”
Isabel actually blushed, as Kalin brought back memories of her past she had tried to bury years ago. They had met at college, two carefree, innocent undergraduates who found a liking for banned substances and the high life. At first they had just dabbled, and there were so many people happy to supply them with both, but eventually they had started to need rather than want them. Once again there were plenty of people prepared to fulfil their needs, but now at a price, and the price was their bodies.
When it had started it had been fun, Antonio had hired them the best couture and jewelry and got them invited to all the right parties and fueled on drink and coke, they had almost willingly agreed to accompany usually older men back to their hotel suites for a night of passion. Antonio of course took what money was exchanged to ‘cover his expenses’, and soon the life started to catch up with them and the parties became less exalted and they needed more white powder to forget what they did.
They ended up being kicked out of college and would have probably had a short degrading life if Isabel had not been beaten up by one of her tricks who then raped her. The shock had finally brought her to her senses and she had told Kalin that she was going home to her parents. That was the last they saw of each other until that night, and, if she had thought about it, Isabel would have assumed Kalin was no longer alive, let alone attending parties such as this.
Neither woman said anything more for a few seconds, Isabel out of deference, Kalin out of fear of having her former life exposed. The silence was broken by a young blonde woman dressed like Isabel who smiled at Kalin before half whispering to Isabel, “Mom, Andrea is getting in a flap, some of the guests have empty glasses.”
Again Kalin raised her eyebrow and echoed, “Mom?”
Isabel smiled her proud smile, this one not faux as she said. “Jane, this is Kalin, er Mrs…”
“Mrs. van de Sar.” Kalin supplied. “How very nice to meet you, Jane, I knew your mom way back when we were er at college, tell me how old you are, honey?”
“I’m 17, Miss.” Jane ventured and noticed the glance that was exchanged between Kalin and her Mom, as Isabel moved closer, almost protectively to Jane’s side. The only good thing to come out of Isabel’s horrendous situation was Jane, so sweet and innocent no one could have guessed how she was conceived.
As Isabel handed her tray to her daughter, Kalin brought her mobile phone out of her small velvet purse and held it up, it flashed making Jane and Isabel blink, and Kalin gushed. “Oops, I’m so sorry, honey. I needed to phone someone and must have pressed the picture button by mistake.”
Isabel said to Jane, “Go and take these round, I’ll be right with you.”
Jane’s smile could have lit up the darkest room as she said. “Okay, mom.” and turning to Kalin said, “Nice to meet you Mrs. van de Sar,” before disappearing into the thronging crowd.
“Do you have kids?” Isabel asked, trying to break the ice she felt encircling her heart
Kalin laughed, “No, no kids, but your Jane seems very sweet. Is she… ?”
Isabel scowled a warning look. “She is the most wonderful daughter any woman could hope to have, how she came into this life has nothing to do with it, all that is behind me, behind both of us I would guess.”
Kalin breathed a sigh of apparent relief as she agreed, changing the subject by asking. “Do you both work for the caterer fulltime?”
“Actually,” Isabel said. “We have our own catering business, we are just subcontracting tonight to help out a friend. Although Jane is training to be a ballerina, we are just waiting to hear if she got the scholarship she applied for.”
“Oh, well in that case, why don’t you call round and see me, I hold no end of parties and it is so difficult to get decent help these days.” Kalin said fumbling in her purse once more and bringing out a card that she passed to Isabel, who slipped it into the breast pocket of her dress.
“Would you be free, say 10:30 this coming Wednesday?” Kalin asked.
“I think so.” Isabel replied, sounding unsure but knowing full well that she had nothing booked for the next two weeks.
“Great!” Kalin smiled. “I will see you both then, now I must get back to my friends, and I’ve kept you from your duties much too long already. Till Wednesday then, ten thirty sharp.” She said as she left Isabel standing alone.
Out of sight of Isabel, Kalin started a text message on her phone “New material (see pic) Mom and Daughter pair (d Ballerina!) No sealed bids, open auction, Friday 23rd 8:00” As she ***********ed the group of recipients and pressed the send button several purses in the room bleeped as Kalin joined a group of women and fell easily into conversation. “I brought you some of our brochures.” Isabel said opening the folder and removing some poorly printed sheafs of paper.
“Oh that’s okay, Bella. I’m sure you and that lovely daughter of yours will be able to provide just what I need. Talking of Jane, is she not with you? I thought you were in this together.” Kalin said, not moving to take the proffered sheets and so Isabel returned them to her folder.
“She’s outside in the car, I usually handle all the details, Jane just helps with the preparation and the serving. But I’m surprised you need outside caterers, Kali, you seem to have staff of your own.” Isabel said, and as if on cue Susi returned with a silver salver replete with coffee and the most delicate looking fairy cakes.
“Susi, you’ll find a young woman sitting in a car outside, could you please ask her to join us, oh and bring another cup.” Kalin said as Susi set the tray on the table.
Isabel started to object but Kalin shushed her as Susi left on her errand, “Don’t worry, Bella I have no intention of talking of our past, as I’m sure you don’t, oh and by the way I’d prefer it if you called me Mrs. van de Sar; Kali, seems so inappropriate somehow.”
Isabel silently seethed but managed to coax her mouth into the merest semblance of a smile, “Whatever you say, Mrs. van de Sar.”
“So, Bella.” Kalin continued, choosing to ignore the tone of Isabel’s voice, “How’s business.”
“We’re doing okay.” Isabel said, sounding anything but convinced.
Kalin let her eyes rove over Isabel’s tired suit and said, “Yes, I’m sure you are.”
“Look!” Isabel snapped. “I do what I can. Yeah so it hasn’t been easy bringing up Jane all alone, the first two years I was a complete mess, but I sorted myself out and now…”
She was cut off in mid flow as she saw Kalin look towards the door and smile as she stood. “Jane, how sweet of you to join us.” Kalin said, her smile warm and welcoming as she looked at the cute blonde, Jane was no taller than Susi, but even dressed in her white top, knee length pink skirt and trainers, she had the grace and poise of a dancer.
Isabel spun around to check that Jane had not heard what she was saying and assumed from her relaxed appearance that she hadn’t.
Jane approached the two women, her ponytail bobbing to either side as she walked. Kalin held out her hands towards Jane, who was a little non-plused, but took the hands in hers and smiled. “Thank you, Mrs. van de Sar. You have a lovely home.”
“Well aren’t you just the sweetest thing ever.” Kalin said as she continued to hold Jane’s hands looking up and down her petite frame that Kalin at five ten, even without her heels, towered over. Kalin finally released Jane’s hands and sat once more on the sofa, patting the seat beside her in invitation.
Jane shot a querying glance at Isabel who nodded almost imperceptibly and Jane sat, smoothing her skirt as she sat demurely, knees together, her back ramrod straight as she perched on the edge of the seat her hands resting on her knees.
“Bella tells me you are going to be a ballet dancer, honey.” Kalin gushed,
Jane smiled at Kalin’s use of the diminutive for her mom but said. “I hope to be, yes. I’ve won a place at Madame St Croix’s starting this fall.” Her face dimmed a little from its customary brightness as she added. “Well I am if we get the scholarship.”
“Oh I’m sure you will, honey.” Kalin reassured, patting Jane gently on the knee. “I mean, who could be more deserving than a sweet girl like you, Where have you applied for the scholarship?”
Isabel shifted uneasily, uncomfortable at discussing family business with someone else, especially Kalin van de Sar, and she certainly didn’t like the way Kalin left her hand on her daughters knee.
“Well first we went to the local education board, but apparently they see ballet as elitist and don’t give grants on principle, so now we’ve applied to the Hillingdon Foundation, their board meet tomorrow so I should find out in a couple of days.” Jane explained in far more detail than Isabel was happy with.
“The Hillingdon Foundation?” Kalin mused, before finally shaking her head, and, making a mental note to phone Joyce Shenton, the Foundation’s chairperson, as soon as Isabel left, she lied. “I’m sorry I haven’t heard of it.”
“Anyway.” Isabel interrupted. “About this party you want us to cater for?”
“Ah yes the party.” Kalin said, accepting the change of subject with equanimity and finally removing her hand from Jane, but not before giving her knee a small squeeze of encouragement. “I’m having a few friends over on the 24th, I’m not certain of the numbers yet, probably between 30 and 40 but I can let you know nearer the time.” Isabel picked up a pad from her folder and started scribbling.
“It’s nothing too formal, so it will just be Canapes, and a cold finger buffet and of course champagne; but I have a little man who supplies the bubbly, so you will just be responsible for the food. The ladies, did I mention it was ladies only? Well the ladies are very particular, so I think maybe fifty a head should be about right. Do you think you can cover that? I assume you charge the standard twenty percent on top for preparation and serving.
Actually Isabel normally added ten percent, if she was lucky, and that was on occasions where the hosts quibbled about a tenner a head. She did the calculation on her pad and then did it again just to make certain. She swallowed as she looked at the numbers in front of her, even at thirty people that was three hundred straight, let alone what she could make on discounts for the food. ‘I can clear five, maybe six hundred in the one night.’ Isabel thought to herself, ‘and even with 40 we can handle it between the two of us.’
“Yes.” Isabel said, “I’m sure we can handle that.”
“Wonderful.” Isabel said, “and of course if my guests like what you have to offer you might get extra work.”
“How often do you entertain?” Isabel asked, trying not to sound too desperate.
“Oh once or twice a week, I have one on Friday, but obviously I had organized that before we met.” Kalin said, dangling the bait before a very eager fish.
“And will Jane be helping you serve?” Kalin slipped in, once more turning her attention, though to Isabel’s relief not her hand, to Jane.
“Yes. Why?” Isabel answered guardedly.
“Oh I just thought that such a pretty girl might have other plans for a Friday night, you must have a string of boyfriends.” Kalin oozed like an embarrassing aunt at a wedding.
Jane blushed and bit her lip before replying with a glance at her mom. “I’m too young for boyfriends. And anyway ballet takes up so much of my time, and mom says there will be plenty of time for boys, parties, and things later.”
Kalin glanced up at the hidden camera in the light fitting that was recording the whole meeting before responding. “Your mom is so right, sweetheart. There is all the time in the world, you shouldn’t rush into things like that, so much better to save yourself, I bet you haven’t even been kissed yet.”
The rosy glow on Jane’s cheeks turned a fiery red as she admitted she hadn’t and Kalin heard the sound of folding money being counted.
“Anyway.” Kalin said with a cheery smile. “Do let me know how you get on with your scholarship, and Bella if there is anything I can do,”
Isabel tried to return the smile but failed and said, “I’m sure we can manage on our own, thank you, Mrs. van de Sar.”
Again Kalin ignored Isabel’s tone with the aplomb only those used to the higher reaches of society and bitchiness can and clapped her hands. “Susi, please show Bella and her charming daughter to the door, until a week Friday then.” Kalin said ending the interview.
As soon as Isabel and Jane had left, Kalin removed the DVD from the recorder and put it into her computer for a little judicious editing whilst she phoned Joyce Shenton who certainly owed Kalin the odd favor.
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The manila envelope was sitting on the mat waiting for Isabel as she came down the stairs of her small, rented house. She picked it up and looked at the back and sure enough the return address was to the Hillingdon Foundation. With great effort she resisted the urge to rip it open even though it was addressed not to her but to Miss J Wearing.
Isabel busied herself in her kitchen setting the table for breakfast and placed the still unopened letter in the place that Jane usually sat in and waited for her to come down. “Hi mom.” Jane said and accompanied it with her habitual peck on Isabel’s cheek.
“Morning, sweetheart.” Isabel said flipping another pancake on the griddle, trying not to watch Jane as she saw the envelope. Jane sat down slowly and fingered the brown envelope as if trying to discern its contents merely by touch.
The tension was almost too much for Isabel who said a little too sharply. “Aren’t you going to open it? It won’t bite.”
“You do it.” Jane said holding out the missive to her mother. “Please.” she added.
Isabel loved her daughter so much it would break her heart if she hadn’t got the scholarship, there was no way, even if Isabel did get extra work from Kalin that she would be able to meet the twenty thousand a year fees, let alone the cost of the costumes for practice and shows the students were expected to provide.
With shaking, flour spattered fingers, Isabel took the letter from her daughter almost as if she did expect it to grow teeth and savage her. With a show of bravado and a smile for Jane, Isabel opened the envelope and removed the white sheet it contained. She had not read beyond the ‘Dear Miss Wearing, we are sorry to inform you… than the blood drained from Isabel’s face despite the pounding her heart was doing.
“Well, Mom. What’s it say?” Jane asked eagerly anticipating the celebration dinner Isabel had promised her.
Without looking at Jane Isabel folded the letter and said, “They’ve put off the decision for a week, apparently the chairman is ill or something.” She slipped the letter into the pocket of her slacks and passed a plate of pancakes to Jane. “Don’t worry, honey.” Isabel said as she tried to hold back the tears she could feel welling up behind her eyes. “Only another week then we’ll know.”
Jane looked sad but not devastated as Isabel knew she would be if she knew the truth. Jane had spent every spare hour when she wasn’t at school or more lately helping her mom with some function or other, dancing or training or both. It couldn’t all come to nothing just because some snotty nosed high society type didn’t like her address or something. Her only hope now was Kalin and even though she hated having to do it she knew she would ask for her help, ‘she did offer’ Isabel tried to convince herself but it still left a nasty taste in her mouth.
“You better get ready for school, honey.” Isabel called from upstairs after she had sobbed herself out in the bathroom. “Can you phone Charlotte and ask if her mom can take you, there’s some stuff I need to sort out about Kali’s party.”
“Okay, mom.” Jane said from the foot of the stairs. “and Mom? It will be all right, won’t it, the scholarship I mean?”
Isabel’s heart did break and it was all she could do to stop herself flying down the stairs and hugging her beautiful little girl, protecting her from such a cruel, cruel world. But she didn’t, she just said softly. “Yes, sweetheart. Everything will be okay.” And in that moment she knew no matter how bad a taste it left, she would phone Kali and, if necessary, beg her to help.
“I will see if my mistress wishes to be disturbed.” The unmistakable voice of Susi said down the phone in response to Isabel’s request. Isabel could certainly detect an oriental touch to Susi’s voice although she spoke with perfect, if somewhat abbreviated grammar.
Isabel was beginning to think she had been cut off when once again Susi’s soft but efficient voice swam down the phone. “My mistress is unavailable to take your call right now, Miss Wearing.”
Isabel was just about to plead for just a quick word when Susi continued. “She says if you would like to visit she would be pleased to receive you at home at twelve o’clock. Shall I inform my mistress that you will attend as requested?”
“Er, yes, er please do that, Susi.” Isabel stuttered a little thrown off balance.
“Thank you Miss.” Susi said, the dialing tone substituting for punctuation or pleasantries.
Isabel looked at the phone and shrugged. ‘I suppose it can’t hurt to visit her.’
The door was opened by Susi, dressed exactly as she had been the other day and her face bore exactly the same detached indifference. “Please come in, Miss. My mistress is taking a spa. Please follow me.”
Isabel followed the trim figure of Susi through the lounge and out through a door at the far end, Isabel could not believe how far back the apartment went; for behind the first door was a small corridor with four other doors leading off. Susi opened one of these and a draft of warm scented steam billowed out into the corridor.
“Please.” Susi said, holding her hand in the direction from which the steam had come. Isabel smiled and entered a room tiled floor to ceiling in white, even the marble floor was white and in the center was a sunken tub with jets of air bubbling the water. At the far end of the tub sat Kalin, arms out either side, a glass of champagne in one hand.
“Bella.” How nice of you to visit again so soon, there’s no problem with the dinner arrangements for next week I hope?”
On the way over to Kalin’s, Isabel had rehearsed her speech, refining it for all the possible reactions she thought Kalin might raise, but in none of her scenarios was Kalin in a bath. “No Kali, there’s no problem with the party, it’s…”
“Well?” queried Kalin, “I’m sure you remember I said I was entertaining tonight so I wouldn’t expect you to pop round just for a social chat, come to think of it even if I weren’t entertaining tonight…” Kalin left the sentence unfinished but the intent was plain enough.
“It’s Jane.” Isabel said almost in a whisper.
Kalin looked genuinely concerned as she said “Whatever is the matter? Has she been in an accident or something?” She signaled to Susi who had stood just inside the door and in response the maid quickly fetched a white silk dressing gown and held it, standing a couple of feet behind her employer.
Like Venus rising from the sea, Kalin stood, the foam slipping softly from her smooth skin that belied her 36 years of age, not to mention the ravages of a heavy drug habit in her youth. Isabel could only stare in complete admiration, a sentiment that Kalin most definitely cherished and had hoped for when she invited Isabel round.
Susi helped her mistress into the gown, its thin fabric turning translucent on contact with her wet skin and had that effect of making her seem even more naked than before she wore it. She tied the belt neatly at her waist and slipped her feet into a pair of fur trimmed mules.
“Follow me, Bella and we can discuss it in more comfortable surroundings.” Kalin said as her heels clicked on the marble floor. Susi opened the door for her mistress and followed her and Isabel out of the bathroom and across the corridor to an almost identical door. Kalin stood by the door until Susi opened it for her with a small curtsey. “That will be all for now, Susi.” Kalin said as she walked into the room, Isabel trailing in her wake.
The room was red, from the velvet curtains via the flock wallpaper, the drapes hanging from the four-poster bed with its satin sheet to the red deep pile carpet, even the upholstery on the chaise longue was red brocade. ‘Looks like a tarts boudoir!’ Isabel thought to herself.
Kalin seemed even more striking in her white robe against such a backdrop and Isabel had a feeling she knew it as she watched Kalin spread herself on the chaise longue, her hand indicating a matching upright chair, its wooden frame gilded to a shine. “So, tell me what’s the matter, Bella.”
Isabel took a deep breath and explained about the scholarship and how she had not told Jane yet because Kalin had said if there was anything she could do they were to let her know. Once she started the whole sorry tale just seemed to flood out of her, trailed closely by more heart jerking tears.
Kalin simply laid there examining her nails until the sobs quietened. “And what, Bella, would you like me to do about it?”
Through the tail end of sobs Isabel shook her head and admitted, “I’d… don’t know. I know I t… treated you bad when I ran out on you, and you’ve no reason to want to help me now; but Jane’s whole future depended on her getting that scholarship. I love her dearly but even I have to admit she isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, but when she dances, she’s a natural.”
Kalin allowed herself the first thrill of satisfied revenge but quelled it for now, ready to savor it in full later. “Yes, Bella, you did run out on me, even though I begged you to stay or take me with you. I don’t suppose you have any idea what I went through those next six months. But we agreed to not discuss that time. Let me make a few phone calls. Come back here about nine and I’ll let you know what I’ve managed to do.”
Isabel’s heart leapt as she saw a light at the end of her dark tunnel and would have hugged Kalin except something about her detached demeanor stopped her. Even in her distress Isabel could not help but marvel at how wonderful Kalin looked, and so instead, she wiped a last tear from her eye and said “Thank you, Kali. Jane really deserves a break in life.”
Kalin smiled, but it didn’t touch her eyes as she clapped her hands. As the door opened she said. “Miss Wearing, is leaving now, show her to the door, Susi. Oh and she will be returning this evening but I don’t want my guests disturbed, so if you can show her where the servants entrance is, she can use that tonight.”
Isabel knew when she had been dismissed and stood. “Thank you, Kali,” Isabel started but at Kalin’s raised eyebrow and glance at Susi she corrected herself. “Er Mrs. van de Sar, Jane will be so grateful.”
Kalin’s smile was warm as she said. “Oh I’m sure she will be.”
“You sure you’ll be all right? Isabel asked as she applied her lipstick, rolling her lips to smooth the color. “I just need to sort out some details with Mrs. van de Sar.”
Jane looked up from her book at the kitchen table, pencil in hand as she made notes. “Of course, mom. I’m not a baby you know. Anyway I’ve got this homework to do.” Her face turned sad as she continued, “It’s geometry so I will be here a while.”
“You’re my baby.” Isabel said softly as she leaned down and kissed her daughter lovingly on the cheek and then used her thumb to wipe away the trace of lipstick she left behind. “Well?” She asked, striking a pose. “Will I do?”
Jane put on her appraising look as she checked out her mom’s new grey suit and pink blouse. “You look fine mom.” She decided with a grin that said, ‘you always look fine.’
“I’ll take a cab as she’s having some function or other tonight so I doubt I’ll be able to park within blocks.” Isabel said as she checked her appearance one last time in the hall mirror before heading out to hail a taxi.
As the cab passed the front of Kalin’s house and turned down the alley at the side that served as access to the ‘servant’s entrance’, Isabel realized she had been right about the parking. She paid off the cabbie and ignored the muttered complaints about the meagre tip, she had after all given more than she could afford.
Almost as if she had been waiting for the knock, Susi opened the door and Isabel did a double take; it was the same Susi, but her maids uniform had certainly changed! It was still black but this time satin does not cotton and the white collar and cuffs were now a lacy frill around the short, puffed sleeves and the scalloped neckline that displayed Susi’s small, but perfectly formed breasts to perfection.
The ensemble was topped off with a lace trimmed white apron tied with a large bow at the back, and a white lace choker with a thin black ribbon running through it that matched the thin band on her head.
Susi’s black stiletto-heeled boots added four inches to her legs, bringing her almost to the same height as Isabel, and the tops of her black stockings could just be seen below the short skirt that flared out over several layers of net petticoats.
It was her makeup, however, that really grabbed Isabel’s eye, grabbed it, and held it. Dark and sultry purples surrounded her deep brown eyes and highlighted her pronounced cheekbones, and her lips were the reddest, glossiest Isabel had ever seen, and as Isabel watched they formed themselves like liquid rubies around the words. “Good evening, Miss Wearing. My mistress asked that you await her in the dressing room. Please, follow me.”
Without a backward glance to see if Isabel was indeed following her, Susi walked elegantly, her heels clicking on the polished wood floor as her hips swayed seductively from side to side. Isabel could hardly take her eyes off the way her skirt moved, the petticoats swishing gently against her seamed stockings.
As they walked, the sound of voices and music got gradually louder and Isabel assumed they were getting near to where the party was being held. They turned into the corridor that housed the rooms Isabel had visited that morning but passed them by.
Isabel almost bumped into Susi as the maid stopped beside another door and lifted a key from her cleavage that was suspended from a gold chain around her neck and unlocked the door. “Please.” Susi said indicating that Isabel should enter.
Isabel stepped into the room closely followed by Susi who closed the door behind her and all sound from the gathered throng vanished. This room was as functional as the red room had been decorative. The floor was black and white check and a counter ran along one wall that only had a mirror surrounded by light bulbs to break the white monotony, In front of the mirror was what looked like the sort of chair you would find in an expensive beauty parlor.
The only other items of furniture were a white leather sofa and a small glass table that held a small plate of finger food, a glass of champagne apparently freshly poured from the bottle that now sat in a silver ice bucket and a pitcher of what appeared to be homemade lemonade and 4 glass tumblers.
“Please help yourself to some food and a drink, Miss Wearing, whilst I go and inform my mistress that you have arrived.” Susi said with all the bonhomie of an icicle.
“Please call me Bella.” Bella said with her warmest smile.
“As you please, Miss Bella.” Susi replied flatly. “I will have to lock the door behind me as guests have a habit of wandering about. My mistress may be a little while so please, sit and enjoy your food.”
As Susi opened the door the sounds of the revelers invaded the quiet space once more, only to die away as the door was closed, the only sound now the turning of the key in the lock and the gentle crackle of bubbles rising to the surface of the champagne flute.
Idly Isabel lifted the bottle from the bucket and marveled when she saw what a rare vintage it was. Normally she tried to refrain from alcohol, well aware of her addictive personality, but she had always had a particular weakness for champagne and she couldn’t resist sampling it, just to see if the year really did live up to its much-vaunted reputation.
The bubbles burst on her tongue and continued to fizz as the extra dry wine flowed down her esophagus, leaving behind the wonderful after taste that brought a sigh of pleasure. With glass in hand, Isabel sat on the sofa, picked at the food on the plate, and waited.
She was halfway down her fourth glass when she heard the key turn again in the lock and the door opened. The party was obviously now in full swing, the music and the voices louder and punctuated with female laughter.
Isabel was about to stand but the champagne seemed to have gone to her head via her legs. “Bella, thank you so much for coming at such short notice.” Kalin said as she entered followed closely by Susi who locked the door behind her, banishing the sounds of frivolity.
Kalin, Isabel noted, was an absolute vision and she found herself thinking of how soft her body had been the few times they had ‘worked’ together, and even the times they had just cuddled for companionship.
The only real color in the whole room as far as Isabel’s eyes were concerned were the red of the other two women’s lips and Kalin’s hair and the green satin of Kalin’s dress that matched her eyes and the emerald and diamond choker around her long, graceful neck.
Isabel tried to speak but her mouth seemed dry and she sipped the remains of the champagne as Kalin saved her the trouble. “I hope you don’t mind, Bella, but I have a small matter to attend to before we can begin to discuss your sweet Jane’s problem.”
“No, Kali, that’s fine I’m quite comfortable here.” Isabel managed as she lifted the now empty glass to her lips, although she didn’t really notice the absence of liquid.
Turning to Susi Kalin said, “Would you fetch Mrs. Travers and young Wendy, Susi”
Susi smiled for the first time Isabel could remember, but there was no mirth in it, although what sentiment it did convey Isabel was at a loss to discern. As Susi left, Kalin picked up a tube of lipstick from the counter and, looking in the mirror applied a touch up coat to what appeared to Isabel to be an already perfect mouth.
Still looking in the Mirror Kalin said, “I’d appreciate it, Bella if you would refrain from speaking whilst I see to my little bit of business.” The door opened again and a young brunette, probably not much older than her Jane entered, dressed as your average teenager in jeans, check blouse and trainers. She was quickly followed by a woman nearer to her and Kalin’s age, although neither Mrs. Travers nor Isabel wore their years as well as Kalin.
“Ah Wendy, Mrs. Travers, how sweet of you to join me.” Kalin said with eyes for Wendy alone.
“The pleasure is all ours isn’t it, Wendy.” Mrs. Travers said sounding like any stage mother Isabel had ever met, and she had met more than she cared to remember.
“So, Wendy, Have you been enjoying yourself with all your little friends?” Kalin asked like a kindly aunt.
“Oh yes she has, Mrs. van de Sar. She loves coming to your parties and meeting the other girls.” Mrs. Travers answered for her daughter who gave her a glance that Isabel couldn’t quite read.
“Does one of the guests want to chat with Wendy?” Mrs. Travers asked, failing completely to eradicate the sound of desperation in her voice.
“Yes, Mrs. Albright wishes to converse for a little while, you don’t mind do you, Wendy?” Kalin said.
“Of course she doesn’t mind, that’s why we are here after all, isn’t it.” Mrs. Travers once more spoke on behalf of her daughter and Isabel could even see this trait was begging to grate against Kalin.
“Why don’t you pour Wendy a nice cold glass of lemonade, Susi, then you can see to her makeup and hair, Mrs. Albright doesn’t want to chat to someone who hasn’t made an effort with their appearance.” Kalin said and before her sentence was finished Susi was filling one of the tumblers from the iced pitcher. As she replaced the jug Susi reached into a small pocket in her apron and removed a little brown vial. She removed the top and let five drops of the colorless contents drip into to the glass.
Even in her semi-inebriated state Isabel was horrified and was about to alert Mrs. Travers when she saw the look of anguish on the woman’s face which was quickly accompanied by a shake of her head. Isabel still felt uneasy but went with the flow, it seemed so much easier to do that than make a fuss, and anyway the girls mom didn’t seem to be concerned so…
Susi gave Wendy the glass and, after encouragement from her mom to drink it all up, she downed the sweet and sharp mixture in one long draught which made Isabel feel even thirstier, and before she knew what she was doing she had refilled her glass from the now rapidly emptying bottle.
Kalin took the glass from Wendy, and despite Isabel’s concerns Wendy didn’t fall in a heap on the floor, in fact she couldn’t discern any change in the girl at all.
“Why don’t you sit in the chair and let Susi do what Susi does best, Wendy.” Kalin said before turning to Mrs. Travers. “And I think you should return to the others, don’t you?”
“Oh yes, of course, Mrs. van de Sar. Now you be a good girl and do what Susi and Mrs. van de Sar tell you, honey.” Mrs. Travers said before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. Susi locked the door and then stood behind Wendy and started to pull the girls hair back with her blood red nails.
“That’s a good girl.” Susi said softly, looking not at Wendy’s hair, but at the reflection of the girls eyes in the mirror.
Kalin sat beside Isabel on the sofa putting her arm around Isabel’s shoulder as Susi continued her whispered one-sided conversation and her fingers continued to finger comb the girls hair. “That’s Susi’s pretty little girl. Just relax and let Susi make her little girl very, very pretty. Just relax and listen to Susi.”
Isabel wasn’t sure if it was the closeness of Kalin or the champagne or the way Susi was referring to herself in the third person, let alone what she was saying, but she suddenly started to feel hot in that way she now only normally felt in the company of her vibrator.
“She’s ever so good.” Kalin sighed, so close to her ear that Isabel could feel the breath on her neck.
“I taught her everything she knows, but she is such a treasure, I don’t know what I would do without her now.”
Isabel wasn’t exactly sure what Kalin meant, she was too fascinated by the girl and the maid. She didn’t even notice at first as Kalin started to run her fingers through Isabel’s hair. But the sensation, a memory of times gone by floated through her mind and she felt safe and calm just as Kalin said she would be.
“Can you hear what she’s saying, to her pretty little girl, my Bella?” Kalin asked softly
“She’s telling her to relax, to let her body and mind relax, so that Susi can make her even prettier than she already is. She’s saying just relax, my Bella, my pretty Bella, just relax and listen to my voice as you watch Susi’s lovely red lips entrancing the pretty little girl and feel me stroking your lovely hair.
“That’s right, my Bella.” Kalin encouraged as she felt Isabel let out a soft sigh. “Do you think Wendy is getting aroused as Susi slowly strokes her hair and speaks relaxing words, do you think Wendy is relaxed like you, my Bella, aroused like you?”
Isabel couldn’t take her eyes of the two young women and she was aware of her pussy and nipples responding to Kalin’s commentary.
“Wendy, is just like you, my pretty Bella, soon you will both be so relaxed you can’t keep your eyes open any longer, but it’s alright, my Bella, I want you to close your eyes just as Wendy has done.”
Isabel managed to force her eyelids open to look and sure enough Wendy was now fast asleep, with Susi massaging her temples and still speaking softly and with a last sigh her eyes closed.
“Very good, my Bella.” Kalin said, “Now Susi is going to transform our pretty little Wendy into a whore for one of my clients, would you like to watch, my Bella?”
“Yes, Kali.” Isabel said dreamily.
“Then open your eyes, my Bella, open your eyes and watch as Susi turns the pretty Wendy into a whore, but you will remain in that lovely trance where you feel all warm and aroused and where all that matters is what I tell you, my Bella.
As if waking from a deep sleep Isabel’s eyes slowly opened and she heard Kalin telling her how pleased she was with her Bella.
Wendy too had opened her eyes and her chair had been turned so that she looked blankly towards Isabel and Kalin although it was quite evident that she wasn’t actually seeing anything. Susi was standing behind her pulling Wendy’s hair away from her face, holding it beneath an elastic hair band.
Taking a stool, Susi sat in front of Wendy and began her work. From the counter she took a jar of liquid foundation and a small wedge of sponge which she dipped into the creamy mixture and started to smooth it over Wendy’s fresh clean skin. The base had been thinned with moisturizer and it all but dripped from the sponge each time Susi dipped it.
The foundation was so sheer that even after 5 or six coats it was all but invisible, simply creating a uniform canvas on which Susi was to paint a masterpiece.
Taking a large brush and some almost white powder Susi set the base to a matt finish and then removed a photograph from the pocket in her apron and held beside Wendy’s face, moving her head from side to side.
“Angie’s face is brighter, the cheekbones a little more pronounced and her eyes are bigger.” Susi said loudly enough for Isabel and Kalin to hear adding almost as an afterthought. “And the mouth is smaller, the lips fuller.”
Susi swiveled the chair and searched through the various items on the couch and ***********ed a jar of bronzing powder and a large fluffy brush and returned to face Wendy. She applied a light dusting to her forehead, nose, cheeks, and chin lightening the tone of Wendy’s skin.
Although Isabel couldn’t hear the words, all the time Susi was working she was talking to Wendy. “She’s telling our pretty Wendy all about my client’s desires and what she must do to fulfil them.” Kalin said as if reading Isabel’s thoughts. Kalin snuggled closer, one hand resting on Isabel’s thigh the other on her breast and she whispered about what Wendy would do and how arousing it was for ‘my Bella’ to watch her being prepared.
Next Susi applied a little highlighter to Wendy’s cheeks and a slightly pinker powder just below her eye sockets lifting the cheekbones to copy the face more accurately in the photo which she once more held beside Wendy’s face.
A little more bronzing down the sides of Wendy’s nose slimmed the bridge and a little highlighter on the tip copied the slightly upturned nose in the picture.
To make her eyes look larger Susi traced a thin line of white eyeliner as close to the upper and lower lash lines as she could then gently applied lash curlers lifting the lashes out and up. Before she applied a coat of mascara she lightly powdered the lashes making them thicker and giving the mascara something to bind to.
Whilst the first coat of mascara was drying Susi ***********ed a cake of amethyst eyeshadow to emphasize her lovely blue eyes and with her softest brush she lightly dusted the inside of Wendy’s orbs applying slightly more over the center and still more over the outer edge, a further dusting of bronzing over the lids made the color look very natural.
By now Isabel, aided by Kalin’s words and hands was getting hotter and hotter, her breathing quick and shallow. As Susi applied the second coat of mascara Kalin whispered “Just her pretty kissable lips now, my Bella, and she will be ready to go to work, whoring herself with some rich older woman, does that idea appeal to my Bella, a young innocent girl being fucked by an older woman, like a mother fucking her daughter, or in this case an aunt fucking her niece.”
Isabel’s soft groan was confirmation enough for Kalin. Taking a pink lip liner, Susi traced a line just outside Wendy’s natural lip line and just in from the corners and with her ring finger she gently smudged the line outwards blending and blurring the edge. A small brush painted an almost white lipstick within the new boundaries.
Taking a soft brush she lightly powdered the lips before adding another coat, using two lipsticks one darker than the other. The dark pink was applied to the top of the upper lip and the lower part of her bottom lip, with the lighter tone on the rest, bringing the lips out, making them plumper. More powder and another coat was applied before Susi took an almost red lip liner and painted in a faux shadow under the middle of Wendy’s lower lip. When she was happy with the effect Susi applied a little gloss to the center of Wendy’s lower lip giving even more fullness to her natural looking pout.
With the makeup complete Susi stood and turned the chair back towards the counter and removed the hair band and started to brush Wendy’s lustrous brunette locks before tying it in two bunches with sapphire blue silk ribbons.
For a second time Susi smiled and pleased with her handiwork, she turned Wendy to face Kalin once more. “Is she acceptable, mistress?” she asked, eager to hear any praise from the woman she loved more than life itself.
She was rewarded with a warm smile and a vocal “She is absolutely perfect, Susi. Don’t you think so my Bella?” All Isabel could think of were the thoughts planted by her friend, and again she moaned softly as she imagined what was soon to happen to the young girl who was now standing before her, an absolute vision of natural beauty, just waiting to be ravished.
“Take Wendy to room 5 and I’ll see to Bella and Mrs. Albright.” Kalin said and Susi took Wendy’s hand in hers and led the obedient young girl to her fate.
“You want to watch as an older woman takes a young girl for the first time don’t you, my Bella?” Kalin asked, her voice soft and warm.
“Yes.” Isabel replied hungrily.
Kalin’s smile was full of triumph as she said “And you will, my Bella. But not today; you won’t get to see Aunty Helen seduce her young niece, but you will dream about it, the idea will come unbidden when you are aroused, the thought of watching as an innocent young girl is seduced by an older woman.”
“But right now, my Bella, I want you to close your eyes again and sleep and when I return you will wake and remember nothing that has happened, you will think you fell asleep through too much champagne.” Kalin instructed. Isabel’s head lolled sideways as she slipped off to sleep, encouraged by Kalin “That’s good, my Bella, sleep now, my Bella. Sleep and forget, my Bella.”
With surprising tenderness Kalin laid Isabel out on the chaise lounge and planted a small kiss on her forehead before she left her alone, locking the door behind her.
Room 5 was decked out as a teenagers bedroom, with a large double bed, dresser, and a few posters of pop stars on the walls. Various soft toys sat or lay on the dresser, chair, and floor. The bed was freshly made with stiff cotton sheets and folded neatly at the foot was a pair of sapphire blue silk pajamas that matched the ribbons in Wendy’s hair.
“Take off your clothes, Wendy.” Susi said. “And as you remove them you will become less Wendy and more Angie.” Without any sign of embarrassment Wendy started to undress as Susi told the emerging Angie who she was and how she was to react based on the specifications provided by her Mistresses client.
When Angie was completely naked Susi passed her the pajama bottoms, they had a drawstring fastening and open fly, the legs ending about mid-calf. As Angie stepped into the trousers Susi tied the drawstring loosely before picking up the jacket.
Susi had to admit the pajamas the client had brought with her, apparently an ungiven gift for her niece, were rather nice. The jacket had a scalloped lace trim about 2 inches wide from the neck to the hem and fastened, just, with a single shoestring bow, tied level with Angie’s nipples.
“Sit on the bed, Angie.” Susi said, and as the young woman complied, Susi fetched a small brown bottle from the dresser. “Tip your head back, Angie.” Susi commanded as she unscrewed the bottle’s top that housed a small dropper.
Susi held the tip of the pipette over Angie’s eyes and squeezed the rubber teat, releasing a single clear drop into each. The liquid made the whites of Angie’s eyes clearer and her pupils dilated which, in combination with the subtle use of mascara and eyeliner Susi had applied earlier, gave Angie a lovely doe eyed look, again in accordance with the client’s instructions.
Leaning over the bed Susi took the pillows from either side and put one on top of the other in the center and instructed Angie to sit with her back against them, legs straight out in front of her. She picked up a book and gave it to Angie saying, “Look at the book until Aunty Helen comes in, she will say ‘Hello, Angie.’ And from there you will know what to do.”
With glassy, unfocused eyes, Angie stared at the pages of the book, waiting for the trigger to be pulled and the instructions Susi had implanted whilst she was doing her makeup and dressing to be activated.
Satisfied that she had done everything to her mistresses satisfaction Susi left Angie alone. In Kalin’s office Helen Albright sat across the desk from Kalin, pen in hand, checkbook on the desk. “It is Wendy, the brunette, isn’t it?” Helen asked as she wrote out twenty thousand, her hand hovering over the place where her signature would go.
Kalin smiled, “Yes, Helen. The lovely Wendy is even now waiting in her room reading a book before bed, dressed in her lovely blue silk pajamas, just waiting for her Aunty Helen to come and kiss her goodnight.”
Helen swallowed hard and fought to control her slightly shaking hand as she signed on the dotted line and passed the cheque across the wooden space between her and her pimp.
“You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of this, Kalin.” Helen said, her voice betraying her nervousness.
Although Helen had been attending these gatherings for nearly a year now, this was the first time she had actively participated, preferring in the past to watch as one of the other guests spent time with one of Kalin’s ‘special young women’. Not that anyone would be watching tonight, Helen had paid double for an ‘exclusive meeting’, the extra to defray the five hundred each spectator normally paid for the privilege of watching.
“And she’ll be just like I described?” Helen queried again.
“Exactly as you described, Susi is a very talented coach, you won’t know you are not with your sweet little niece, and Wendy will remember nothing afterwards I promise.” Kalin said, the last part to prevent the next inevitable question all first timers asked.
“Would you like to change?” Kalin queried.
Helen looked bashful as she said. “Yes, please I’ve brought a nightdress and wrap I’d like to wear.”
“Then,” Kalin said as she stood, “Let’s not keep your lovely young niece waiting, I’d hate for her to fall asleep before you got to say goodnight.”
“What?” Helen said sounding a little disconcerted until she saw the smile lighting Kalin’s face and couldn’t help but join in, her tension easing a little.
Kalin showed Helen into the dressing room and gave her the key to room 5 as she said, “Now don’t forget when you open the door you must say ‘Hello Angie.’ Just that and nothing more until Angie responds, as you know it takes a couple of seconds or so for the training to assert itself.”
“And when I’m, er, when I’m finished?”
“Just say “You look very sleepy, my Angel.” Helen told her. “She will start to become drowsy and fall asleep, you can leave as soon as you’ve given her the command or wait until she is asleep, it’s up to you. When you leave Susi will come and take care of her.”
“Thank you.” Helen said and sounded as though Kalin had given her the world, which she thought was just about right.
Wearing a long, gossamer thin pink nightdress beneath a matching silk dressing gown, Helen tried to steady her shaking hand as she fumbled with the key, hoping the noise wouldn’t affect the ‘training’ Wendy had received. With a small creak the door opened and Helen stepped inside, turned, and locked the door behind her. She looked to the wall at the side to make sure a poster had been placed over the two-way mirror the other guests would normally use to view proceedings as they fondled themselves or each other as the mood took them.
Satisfied that she was alone Helen looked at the young girl apparently reading a book and her breath caught in her throat as, for an instant, she thought it really was her niece. Kalin had made her that offer, but the quarter of a million-price tag, not to mention her sense of decency had prevented her from accepting, not that she hadn’t given it plenty of thought.
Helen licked her lips and tried to steady her voice as she said to the young vision sitting on the bed seemingly unaware of Helen’s presence. “Hello, Angie.”
Slowly Angie lifted her large pretty eyes and looked towards Helen. “You’re my Aunty Helen.” Angie said and Helen was about to reply when Angie continued. “I’m staying at your house while my Mommy goes to a convention. I’m reading a book before bedtime and you have come to kiss me goodnight like you always do when I stay with you.”
The words were pronounced without emotion, like someone reading the back of a cereal packet and Helen wondered if she had done the right thing, she wanted a night with her innocent little niece not an automaton. But she waited a little while knowing that sometimes it took a while for the new character to kick in.
She didn’t have to wait long before Angie’s perfect slack face tightened into a smile as she said “Hello Aunty Helen. Is it bedtime already.”
Helen breathed a sigh of relief and said “Yes, honey. Time to put the book down and go to sleep.”
“Will you kiss me goodnight first?” Angie asked and Helen felt her heart flip.
Taking the book from Angie, Helen turned down the bed as Angie pulled her knees up to her chin. Helen patted the bed and said. “Come on sweetheart, lie down and let aunty Helen tuck you in.”
As Angie stretched out her legs once more and wriggled her bum down the bed until just her shoulders and head were propped up on the pillows, Helen caught a glimpse of downy pubic hair through the open fly of the silky pajama bottoms. She lifted the sheet and placed it over Angie’s legs about halfway up her thighs before she sat on the edge of the bed, her weight pressing down on the sheet, pinning Angie’s legs, stopping her moving.
“Do you like the pajamas I bought you?” Helen asked.
“They’re very nice, thank you, Aunty Helen.” Angie said, a slight apprehension sounding in her voice. “I don’t think Mommy would like them though. Can I leave them here so I can wear them just for you.”
It was all Helen could do to stop herself jumping on the young girl there and then but she somehow managed to control herself, saying as she brushed a loose lock of hair from Angie’s forehead. “Why do you think your Mommy wouldn’t like them, sweetheart?”
Angie, looked embarrassed, and her long eyelashes batted demurely as she said. “Because they are, well, they are sort of… sexy.”
“And your Mommy doesn’t want you to look sexy?” Helen enquired casually placing her hand on the bed the other side of Angie.
“No.” Angie said softly, a hint of sadness tingeing the solitary word, before explaining. “She says that girls that dress sexily are just sluts, the sort of girls she says who touch themselves.”
“Touch themselves?” Helen queried with a raised brow.
Again Angie couldn’t look Helen in the eye as she said with a nod of her head. “You know; touch themselves; down there.”
“Oh.” Said Helen, “and you don’t touch yourself do you, sweetheart.”
“No.” replied the young girl biting her bottom lip before continuing. “Well I did once, when I was in the shower.” She looked up at Helen through her long lashes, the perfect picture of innocence as she continued. “I didn’t mean to, Aunty Helen. I was just washing myself and I touched my pussy and…”
“And what, sweetheart.” Helen encouraged, her hand drawing back to rest on Angie’s silk covered hip.
“It felt funny and I wanted to keep touching it, but I thought about what Mommy said and I stopped.” Angie all but whispered, and then a look of fear stole across her sweet features and she pleaded. “You won’t tell her will you, Aunty Helen? Please, Aunty Helen, I didn’t mean to, but Mommy would be cross and… punish me.” By the end of the sentence Angie’s voice held the prospect of imminent tears.
Helen smiled reassuringly, her hand sliding gently up Angie’s hip as she said, “No, Honey, I won’t tell your Mommy.”
Once more the lashes batted as Angie said. “I do love you, Aunty Helen.”
“And I love you, Honey.” Helen replied gently. “That’s why I bought you these pajamas. You are such a pretty little girl, and you are growing up so fast, you ought to know what it is like to feel sexy, to feel loved. It’s not slutty to touch yourself, sweetheart. I do it all the time.”
Angie looked shocked and stammered. “Y… you do?”
“Whenever I can.” Helen said with a conspiratorial wink. “I suppose I’m something of an expert.”
Angie giggled, a sound like water babbling over stones in a brook. But the laughter stopped as she felt the tips of Helen’s fingers brush across the top of her mound. “Please don’t, Aunty Helen.”
“Don’t what sweetheart?” Helen asked as her hand slipped inside the open fly of the young girls trousers and started to trace small circles in the soft downy hair with her long red fingernails, drawing a gasp from Angie. “You mean, don’t do this?”
Angie just bit her lower lip and looked up at her aunty. “It’s alright, sweetheart.” Helen assured her. “Your Mommy won’t find out. Does it feel nice having Aunty Helen stroke you like this?”
Barely above a whisper Angie replied “Yes.”
“And do you really want me to stop?”
Angie didn’t answer and Helen smiled, “Is it making you feel funny, sweetheart? Like when you get butterflies in your tummy, only lower down?”
A small, almost imperceptible nod of Angie’s head confirmed Helen’s diagnosis and Helen couldn’t help but notice Angie’s nipples standing out in bas-relief through the thin fabric of her top and she asked. “And do you feel funny anywhere else, Honey?”
With a look of total embarrassment Angie confessed, “My titties.”
“How do your titties feel, sweetheart.”
Angie swallowed and bit her bottom lip before saying. “They ache and my nips feel sort of tender.”
“Do you want me to take a look?” Helen asked as she slowly pulled on the tail of the bow holding the jacket closed with her other hand, watching as the loop shrank and vanished. Without the restraining knot the left-hand side slipped, the silky material sliding easily over Angie’s soft skin, only failing to reveal the treasure below when the lacy trim snagged against the hard nub atop the mound of delicious young flesh.
Like a librarian handling a rare edition, Helen took hold of the trim and lifted it free and away, exposing a firm nubile breast. “Beautiful, my angel.” Helen sighed as the hand inside Angie’s trousers moved further down, her index and middle fingers either side of Angie’s puffy pussy lips drawing a small gasp from her young niece.
Helen watched the rise and fall of the naked breast and before her eyes the nipple continued to crinkle, redden, and harden, crying out to be touched, kissed, suckled. But Helen knew she had all the time in the world and as her fingers squeezed together slightly, pressing the swollen lips between them, she unveiled Angie’s other breast.
“Do you want Aunty Helen to show you how to kiss, sweetheart?” Helen asked, and without waiting for an answer bent forward, taking great care not to touch Angie’s tits. Her lips brushed against the young girl’s softly, the tip of her tongue tasting the hint of lipstick and powder.
At first Angie didn’t move, she didn’t try to stop Helen but neither did she respond as Helen pushed her tongue between Angie’s lips, breaking into the young girls warm mouth.
Helen moved her fingers, her ring finger replacing the middle which now rested on the still closed pussy lips, pressing down gently, and forcing out the first drops of sticky juice. She rolled the finger, coating it in Angie’s lubricant before opening the gap to touch the pearl pink inner lips.
A groan sounded deep in Angie’s throat and tentatively she responded to Helen’s searching tongue, even pushing hers into Helen’s welcoming mouth once or twice as the finger slid up and down, the tip pressing against her tight hole each time it passed, drawing forth more honey.
Helen felt Angie’s pussy quiver as the first tiny shock sprang forth and she broke the kiss to look at her darling’s face, eyes wide with surprise. “Nice?” Helen asked with a smile.
“Are my darling’s titties still aching? They look like they are. Do you want Aunty Helen to touch them now, sweetheart? To make them feel all nice just like your pussy?”
Angie closed her big eyes and nodded as if steeling herself. Tenderly Helen touched the side of Angie’s breast, the backs of her long red nails sliding along the firm milky smooth skin, circling round and up towards the puckered summit. As her finger and thumb closed around Angie’s nipple the middle finger of her other hand slipped effortlessly inside Angie’s pussy.
The young girls muscles clenched around Helen’s finger, Angie’s eyes opening wider than ever as a pre climax shudder wracked the girls nubile body. “Do you want Aunty Helen to stop, sweetheart?” Helen asked, knowing that nothing short of wild horses would make her anyway.
Through shallow gasps Angie spluttered, “Please don’t, please It feels so nice, Aunty Helen.”
Helen licked her lips and with deliberate slowness dipped her head, her lips surrounding Angie’s other nipple as her finger slipped in and out with greater speed, the only limiting factor was Helen’s fear of scratching the sensitive skin with her long red nail.
Teasing the nipple with her tongue Helen rolled the other between thumb and index finger, switching breasts several times, her red lipstick leeching onto the sensitive nubs making them look redder than ever.
By now Angie was moaning out loud, her head rocking from side to side as the new sensations flooded her body, threatening to overpower her mind with their intensity. Helen felt the soft body she was so intent on stiffen, her finger gripped by powerful muscles as the orgasm found its release, the sensations bouncing back and forth between breasts and pussy. Angie let out a shriek of pleasure as her whole world changed in that one explosive act.
Helen continued to suckle the firm breast until she felt the spasms fade to mere tremors. Lifting her head she looked at Angie’s perfect face, flushed now and damp with sweat but the smile was enough to melt her heart. “Was that nice, sweetheart?” Helen asked as she let her finger slip out of Angie’s quivering pussy.
“Oh, Aunty Helen!” Angie all but sobbed with pleasure. “That was wonderful. You are wonderful. Why would Mommy not want me feel like that?”
“I don’t know sweetheart, but I think it would be better if we didn’t tell her, don’t you?” Helen said as she idly traced circles on the young girl stomach.
“It will be our little secret.” Angie said with a smile.
“And.” Helen smiled. “How does you’re your pussy feel now?”
“It’s a little sore,” Angie said sadly “And if I move it sort of tingles, but in a nice way. And my titties still ache a little.”
Untying the belt of her dressing gown as she stood and letting the robe fall to the floor, revealing her still nice body, her arousal evident through the sheer material of her nightgown Helen said. “I can think of a way of helping with that.”
Helen reached out and slowly undid the drawstring top of Angie’s pajama bottoms. Angie just lay still watching not wanting to stop whatever her lovely Aunty was going to do next.
Turning back the sheet Helen took hold of the top of Angie’s trousers pulling them down, Angie helping by lifting her buttocks clear of the bed, sending a sparkle through her still buzzing pussy.
Placing her hands on Angie’s knees, Helen open the young girls legs, exposing the source of the scent that now filled the room, and drawn to it like a bee to a flower Helen knelt between Angie’s legs and bent her head and started to kiss the insides of the girls sweat salted legs.
Her kisses were soft, like the touch of a butterflies wings, moving steadily up towards the still quivering quim. With the tip of her tongue Helen gently lapped up the sticky juices, savoring the heady aroma, her saliva soothing the throbbing pussy and bringing a soft whimper from Angie.
As she had finger fucked her little niece, Helen had assiduously avoided contact with Angie’s pretty pink pearl of a clitoris, always intending to feast upon it later, saving the most sensuous of experience for last.
Deeper, and deeper Helen thrust her tongue into the seemingly inexhaustible supply of honeyed juices. She reached out and took hold of Angie’s right hand and guided it to the young girls breast, showing her how to fondle it herself whilst Helen concentrated on her pussy.
Moaning with pleasure and bucking her hips, forcing her pussy against her aunt’s face, Angie thought she was in heaven, only to find she hadn’t yet reached those heights before when Helen finally allowed her tongue to lave the young girl’s clit.
The shock almost made her scream but having felt it once she knew she wanted to experience it again and again, and Helen was only too happy to oblige as Angie lifted her other hand and massaged her left breast
Faster and faster Helen flicked the engorged pleasure center until Angie did scream, her body bouncing up and down as the climax flowed through her like lightning.
When Helen had once more licked the girl’s pussy clean she lifted her head and laid down beside her beautiful innocent little girl. She put her arm around her pulling Angie on to her side, her head resting on Helen’s aching bosom.
“Thank you, aunty Helen.” Angie said gently unaware of the tear forming in Helen’s eye, although whether it was a tear of happiness, relief, or disgust with herself even Helen couldn’t say.
For a while they just lay together Helen reliving the fantasy in her mind, Angie just drifting in a post orgasmic haze. Suddenly Helen felt a finger stroking the top of her thigh and heard Angie ask, “Do you want me to show you what I learned today, Aunty Helen?”
“You don’t have to, my angel.” Helen said, even though it was part of the fantasy she had related earlier to Kalin. But she needn’t have worried as Angie whispered after planting a soft kiss on the outside of Helen’s breast. “I want to Aunty Helen.”
Without further words Angie kissed her way down Helen’s body leaving little damp patches on Helen’s thin nightdress. When she was kissing the top of Helen’s mound she started to pull up the hem of the nightie slowly revealing the flesh it so blatantly didn’t hide.
With Helen’s pussy now open to the air Angie changed position kneeling between Helen’s legs just as Helen had done to her. And aped the older woman’s motions. Helen however did not need any encouragement to fondle her breast with one hand while the other rested on Angie’s head, her fingers entwining in Angie’s silky locks.
All the time that Angie was ministering to her Aunt’s needs she looked up over Helen’s mound through those long dark lashes, the very picture of the innocent slut and Helen couldn’t look away.
As her climax neared Helen nearly cried with frustration as she felt Angie stop and say, “Aunty Helen?”
“What, sweetheart. Please don’t stop now.”
“I won’t Aunty Helen, only…”
“Only what?” Helen couldn’t control herself much longer, at this rate she thought she be finishing herself off as usual. But once again Helen was worrying unnecessarily for just before she felt Angie’s expert tongue flick her clit once more, Angie said in a little girl lost voice that was completely at odds with the words. “Will you cum on my face, Aunty Helen?”
Helen was not normally a squiter but those words and that tongue and the voice and the eyes and the lashes and ohhhhh. Angie didn’t flinch and spent the next five minutes licking her Aunt’s pussy as clean as her own before crawling back up the bed and flopping almost totally exhausted next to Helen in the place she had occupied earlier.
“You look very sleepy, my Angel.” Helen said at last and immediately Angie stifled a yawn.
“I do feel a little tired, Aunty Helen.” Angie said dreamily. “Will you kiss me goodnight now?”
Angie tilted her head and looked up at her aunt, her hair in some disarray, the pretty blue ribbons long since dislodged. Helen managed a final smile, one that was filled with love and pride and she let her lips find those of the sleepy little girl in her arms. The kiss was warm but not passionate and soon Angie was fast asleep, her breathing regular and deep and Helen laid her on her side. She got off the bed and re-robed before walking to the door. With a final longing look at the sleeping beauty she had paradoxically just awakened she left.
Outside Susi was waiting. “Have you finished, Madame.” She asked.
“What?” Helen said, still overwhelmed by the whole affair. “Oh yes, thank you Susi.”
“And was the young girl satisfactory, Madame?”
A soft smile lit up Helen’s features as she replied, “She was excellent.”
“Shall I wash and iron the pajamas for you to take, Madame, or do you want us to keep them till next time?”
“I don’t think there will be a next time, Susi.” Helen said a little sadly, suddenly aware that now she had fulfilled her fantasy she couldn’t relive it.
“That is a shame, Madame.” Susi replied. “For with our special techniques, each time could be a first time. Do you ever brush your real nieces hair?”
Helen was a little unsure of what Susi was getting at, but unlooked for she saw in her mind, her sweet little Angie sitting in front of a mirror whilst her Aunty Helen brushed her hair and… And the seed was sown. “Would you keep them here just for now, I might collect them next time I’m here.” Helen said and inwardly Susi smiled.
Quietly Susi opened the door to room 5 and stood just inside looking at the young girl lying on the bed, she was curled into a little ball her sweet backside pointing towards the door and the maid. With some gentleness Susi stroked the sleeping girls silk covered shoulder and whispered. “Time to wake, Wendy my sweet.”
The words burrowed their way into Wendy’s sleeping consciousness and eventually her eyes opened. “Hello, Susi.” She said, the remaining tatters of sleep haunting her voice.
Gingerly Wendy sat up facing Susi who withdrew a handkerchief from the pocket in her apron and gently dabbed the small smudges of Helen’s cum that marred her expert cosmetic created face. “Did the lady hurt you, honey?”
“No.” Said Wendy. “She was very nice.”
“Do you want Susi to make you forget, honey?” Susi asked softly as she returned her hanky to her pocket. Wendy’s head nodded her agreement and slowly took the hand that Susi proffered with a kindly look and allowed herself to be led out of the room and back to the dressing room to have her makeup, and her memory of the night removed.
Whilst Helen was seducing her little niece, Kalin returned to the room where Isabel still lay fast asleep, dreams of seductions filling her dreams just as Kalin knew they would.
“Bella. Bella.” Kalin called softly and Isabel opened her eyes, blinking in the bright light of the room. “I’m sorry I left you for so long, Bella. It is so difficult to get away sometimes.”
Sitting up and smiling, Isabel apologized for falling asleep, “Must have been the champagne.” She reasoned incorrectly, all memory of her previous meeting with Kalin safely hidden where only Kalin could release it.
“I’ve had an idea about how we can help your lovely little Jane, Honey.” Kalin enthused as she sat next to Isabel taking hold of her hand as she did so.
Welcoming any straw to which to cling Isabel asked what it was. “Well,” Kalin started. “You know the party you are catering, well there are going to be some very influential women at the gathering, and I always like to have a small entertainment slot.”
“Yes,” Isabel allowed, the ‘and’ remaining unsaid
“As you and Jane will already be here I thought Jane could dance for us, and beforehand I will discretely let people know that such a rare talent will go to waste for want of a measly amount of money.”
“Twenty thousand a year is hardly measly!” Isabel pointed out.
Kalin’s laugh held genuine mirth as she said “To some, no, to all of my guests it isn’t. I’m certain I can convince at least one to sponsor her through college.”
“But why would they do it?” Isabel wondered out loud, bringing another round of laughter from her friend.
“Because they can, providing I sell it right, give them something, oh I don’t know say a few private dances a year and appeal, not to their better selves, but to their competitive sides, you know if you don’t then Shelley Smythe will and then when Jane is a famous ballerina who do you think will get the best ticket to those wonderful opening nights.
“You don’t have to tell Jane, just say I asked as a favor as my planned entertainment had fallen through, and I am the client and need sweetening up for all those lucrative contracts I might be able to get you.”
Isabel wasn’t wholly convinced, she had hoped that Kalin might sponsor Jane but it didn’t look like that was going to be the case, so she simply shrugged, it was the only game in town and she needed to be a player so she agreed.
“Splendid!” Kalin said, squeezing Isabel’s hand lightly. “Don’t worry about a costume for Jane, I’m sure I can sort something out, just phone Susi with her measurements and she will sort everything.”
“Now I really must run and see to my guests, honey. Susi will come and show you out.” Kalin said as she stood and left Isabel alone once more.