| Hunger, Chapter 10 The sound the girl made could have been a moan or a sigh. It was not a protest. "Turn around," Bethany instructed and took hold of the heiress's shoulder to illustrate. Some of the clear goop transferred to the thin nightie as Becky allowed herself to be repositioned. Facing away from the older woman she felt Bethany's hand high up between her shoulder blades pushing her forward. The dresser prevented her hips from moving so there was only one possible result—she jackknifed over the bureau presenting her round little butt to the security operative who'd been posing as a maid and had now become a sex instructor. It was a fabulous view. Running the fingers of her still gel covered left hand between the flawless little hemispheres, Bethany felt the hot spot of the teen's anus. Her finger tip explored the crinkly ring, massaging the slippery lubricant around before dipping into the hot tight opening, preparing the entrance. Becky was surprised that she seemed to feel the minimal invasion of her butt deep in her pussy. She groaned and her anus automatically resisted the intrusion of the older woman's finger. A couple of seconds later the tip of the slender pliable rubber dildo was wiggling at her backdoor. It felt cool in relation to her asshole which felt much hotter than normal. When the toy was properly centered Bethany pushed forward slightly—left hand on the teenager's lower back while her right gripped the strap on to keep it from flexing. The pressure was building but seemingly not as fast as the heat. When the bullet shaped tip of the tool slipped past the defensive muscle. Becky felt as if a water balloon filled with very warm water had burst inside of her. She moaned as the new erotic sensation spread outward from her pelvis. Her anal ring had just constricted behind the conical head of the toy when it was forced open again by the first bead. Once again a burst of heat, hotter than before, filled her belly. The hot eruptions emanating from her ass invaded her vagina. The stretching and releasing of her tight sphincter created wave after wave as the strap-on advanced, each bulge along the rubbery shaft generating yet another wave. The young heiress's grunts as each bead entered went directly to the Assistant Security Director's clit. The base of the toy pressed delightfully on her mons. With the shaft buried nearly halfway she no longer needed to support it. Reaching into the little aluminum suitcase Bethany located the mysterious short cylinder with the balls on its tip. She needed both hands to twist the base and start the toy humming. Rebecca was only peripherally aware of the buzzing sound behind her. The main thing on her mind was the pressure building inside. It was sort of like an ache. It wasn't painful but there was no other word to describe the sensation. As she rode the waves of heat each bead on the dildo generated the impacted, full, achy feeling grew. Her upper body was pressed tight on the hard surface of the dresser top; her fingers gripped the far side. The pounding pulse between her legs made her want to rub herself but she couldn't reach. She felt the older woman's hand slip through the small space between her upper thigh and the dresser drawer. A second later her clitoris was electrified. The little glans that had been urgently throbbing suddenly felt as though it was being bombarded by a million tiny pins. She screamed. The intense stimulation of the little vibrator pressing right at the top of her crease was completely overwhelming. It was too much. Her hips heaved backward to escape the intolerable pleasure of the buzzing cylinder. The thrust buried the final two beads on the shaft of the strap-on in her ass. An explosion of such intensity ripped through her that for an instant everything went completely black. The scream caught in her throat and became a growl. Bethany pressed the pocket-rocket past the teen's plump outer lips directly onto the clitoral hood. Becky's ass slammed against her pelvis and the base of the strap-on squashed her mons. The acting maid ground against the girl's ass—thighs brushing thighs. The camera repair girl's climax was more of a release than an explosion. Rebecca found herself lying on her bed with the strangest sensation ever in her bum. The svelte blonde who'd introduced her to the joy of anal sex lay beside her. Rolling on her side and raising up on her elbow she thought the older woman was sleeping. "Are you okay," the naked security operative mumbled without opening her eyes. "Yeah," the teenager confirmed; "more than okay," she added still feeling residual tingles and that unique sensation in her butt. "Good," the older woman said, still not moving a muscle. Rebecca allowed her mind to wander with her head supported on her hand. 'I got such a kick out of being in charge ... feeling superior. How could I find being dominated just as thrilling?' The neophyte had no knowledge of domination and submission but she did know that in any endeavor involving more than one person that there had to be a leader—somebody who was in charge. In school she had usually been the follower. She suspected that was why the unaccustomed feeling of power she'd felt when she abused the other maid had been so exciting. But the Hispanic woman was a born and bred submissive—although Becky didn't realize it. Turning all of her sexual encounters over in her mind she realized that she'd flip-flopped back and forth. With Marguerite she'd been the aggressor, but with Jodie she'd yielded to the superior knowledge and experience. Then with her step-mom she'd taken the proactive role. With Mister Brisbane it was an exciting combination. 'Which one do I like better?' she pondered. It all seemed so complicated. She hadn't even been able to come to a conclusion about her first concern—was she a lesbian? And now a second conundrum was emerging. The confused teen had not forgotten Ester's advise that she was too young to be troubling herself with these questions, but the logical ordered mind she'd inherited needed answers. It was a quest, in search of her sexual identity. Looking over the top of her supine sex partner she spied the maid's dress lying in a heap. What would it feel like to wear that icon of servitude? Rebecca slid off the bed and in a fluid motion stripped the worn T shirt nightie over her head. Stepping into the black dress with the white lace trim just where Bethany had dropped it she pulled the servant's uniform up and slipped her arms into it. She growled in frustration. It was hopelessly too big. "That looks a bit silly," the woman on the bed commented; her head now propped up on her elbow. "We might have one downstairs that'd fit you if you want," the naked blonde said. Becky took a look at her reflection in the mirror, something stirred. "Wanna check and see?" Bethany asked and the teenager nodded. "Okay but you're going to have to put something else on 'cause I need that." Rebecca dropped the dress back on the floor and scampered to her own room. She threw on the first T shirt and pair of shorts that came to her hand eschewing underwear. Meeting Bethany on the way to the main door of the suite she got the feeling of role reversal again. This was her suite—the owner's suite—and this very attractive beach blonde worked for her. They rode the private elevator down in silence. A couple of times Becky saw the woman in the maid's uniform put her hand to her ear. That's when she first noticed the flesh toned wire all but hidden by her shoulder length swept back hair. The teen was impressed that the housekeeping staff would use such sophisticated communication equipment. Bethany led the way to the staff change room. At the back of the locker area was a rack of white lace trimmed black dresses. The uniform supplier arranged them according to size on the garment rail which made it easy for the older woman to select the smallest one. "Sorry Angela," she murmured noticing the name inscribed on the label under the collar. Handing it to Becky she said, "Here try this one." The girl laid the maid's outfit on the bench beside her and kicked off her sandals. Bethany put her hand to her ear again and her expression changed in a flash. "I gotta go honey," she informed her young companion. Kissing the girl on the forehead her adrenaline was already pumping. She regretted not being able to finish the tutoring session but a call for assistance from a team member took priority over everything. "Will you be okay?" she called back over her shoulder enroute to the door. "Can you find your way back up to your suite?" "Of course," the teen replied, feeling insulted. The security operative, posing as a maid, left the locker room on the run. Rebecca wasn't sure how much fun this would be all by herself; but she was here anyway so—. Kelly sauntered from her limo toward the elevators. She had plenty of time and could have gone home to change but she really couldn't be bothered battling cross town traffic at this time of day. She'd already called in 10 — 7 so nobody was going to be looking for her. The honey blonde liked to return some of her earnings back to the casino via the one-armed-bandits so she kept a change of clothes appropriate to the gaming floor in her locker. The sexy little cocktail dress would do fine for her dinner date with Ester. About an hour before the shift change the locker room was as deserted as she'd expected. Stowing her cap on the upper shelf, the blouse and skirt hit the floor, to be deposited in the laundry bin on the way to the shower. Reaching up behind her back to unfasten her bra she noticed the little maid pinning the tiara style lace hat in her hair. She kept her eye on the unexpected company while she was threading the white thong over her feet. 'Wow if they hire them any younger they're going to need a diaper cleaning service, ' the chauffeur thought as she wrapped one of the big white bath sheets around her and walked toward the showers. She did not recognize her dinner date's step-daughter. After all she'd only seen the teenager briefly when she'd brought them from the airport and frankly her attention was more focused on the older woman. Becky not only recognized the driver but found herself having a flashback to the experience she'd had with the woman's younger sister. The session with Jodie was a turning point in her life in more ways than one. She would recall that evening with vivid clarity to her grave. Watching the towel wrapped driver cross the expanse of tile floor and realized how her step-mom had confused the sisters. Returning her attention to the mirror, consciousness of both her recently deflowered holes vied for her attention. Her pussy wasn't stinging anymore but it was noticeably hotter than normal. She didn't know how much of the heat came from her torn maidenhead and how much was being caused by the persistent sensation from her recently reamed anal cavity—then, of course, there was the extraordinarily attractive woman who'd just passed by. Smoothing the maid's uniform she turned sideways to the mirror to admire her profile. Perhaps because she now associated the outfit with Marguerite and Bethany—two women who had made valuable contributions in her quest—she felt the slightly itchy burn in her coochie turning to the more familiar tingle. The hot spray felt wonderful and Kelly turned under the shower head enjoying the tension relieving quality of the water cascading over her body. Lathering herself with the shower gel from the wall dispenser arousal began to stir. Lifting and caressing one of her melons, her soapy foam covered fingers attempted to squeeze the emerging peg of her nipple. It was too slippery and squirted out of her grasp but the sensation shot directly to her clit nevertheless. The fingers of her other hand massaged soap into her vulva and she couldn't resist letting a finger dip past the thick protruding inner lips. Just for a second she let a finger tip press on her tumescent love button. Her hips hunched as an electrified pulse shot through her. The limo driver bit her lip to prevent a vocalization of the thrill. She'd never been very good at being quiet. 'Not here ... not now, ' Kelly regretfully decided. 'That kid may be still out there.' 'I wonder if Ester and I will have an opportunity to resume our reunion tonight, ' she mused while applying the shampoo from the other wall dispenser. She let the memories wash over her like the warmth of the cascading shower water as she applied the cream rinse. When she'd left the car she intended to get ready and spend the intervening time at the slots. Now it seemed she might have to return to her limo to relieve some tension in privacy. Rebecca turned in every direction admiring the black and white dress in the mirror. Her butt was evident tenting the relatively long skirt and her immature boobies showed just a little below the white lace collar. Running her hands up over her chest she felt her nips stiffen and stick out under her caress. 'I'm not as curvy as the older women ... but I'm getting there, ' she thought. When she stepped out of the shower, Kelly immediately realized her oversight. 'I didn't bring a towel for my hair ... I'll just have to drip my way over there, ' she concluded, but then another idea occurred. "Hello ... are you still there?" she called out in a loud voice. The unexpected sound of the older woman calling out from the shower room jolted the teenager back from her self-assessment. 'Is she talking to me?' Becky considered, unsure what to do. "If you are could you bring me another towel?" Glancing at the rack filled with white bath sheets Rebecca registered the simple request. "Okay," the youngster agreed, collecting the soft terry cloth on her way toward the stunning blonde driver. Fetching for the older woman enhanced and amplified the feeling of subservience that she'd been trying to capture and experience when she'd decided to don the maid's uniform upstairs. The way she felt at that moment was palpably different from when she'd tortured the meek Latina or when she'd coerced her step-mom into getting her a man. Becky was hoping that the chauffeur would give her some orders as she entered the steamy shower room. She hadn't thought about what she was going to see. The fact that she hadn't prepared herself for the spectacle was, in large part, responsible for the magnitude of the lightning bolt that hammered into her girlhood. The honey blonde was drying her hair with the one towel that she'd brought. Rebecca froze in the doorway, mesmerized by the wobble and sway of the older woman's large heavy breasts. She managed to swallow the excited squeal but the electric jolt between her legs turned to a loud hum. Her knees turned to water and she couldn't move. Kelly didn't actually see the teenager enter the tiled enclosure. She was too busy removing the excess water from her hair. When she opened her eyes and took in the littlest maid standing in the shower room entrance a very familiar feeling enveloped her. She'd seen that look so many times but it always packed a thrill. "Well!" she said extending her hand toward the lust filled girl. She hadn't intended it to sound so demanding—that's just how it came out. The single word hit Rebecca like a slap to the pussy. She jumped forward this time unable to suppress the groan. Kelly couldn't be positive where the teen's baby blues were focused but they were surely not on her face. The tingle born of the appreciation increased. The girl extended her towel bearing hand at the same time the naked driver retracted hers. "You know what ... you do it," her step-mother's lover commanded. "Start with my back," she ordered as she turned around. Becky began rubbing the flawless back up between the older woman's shoulder blades. Working her way down she found herself at the narrow waist and little dimples above her round firm tushy in no time. She began rubbing on the firm hemispheres and then sank to her knees. Feeling the firmness of the chauffeur's glutes through the towel drew the girl's attention back to the sensation in her recently reamed backside. As she moved on down to the sculpted thighs she found herself at eyelevel with the perfect ass. Impulsively she dropped the towel and gripped Kelly's butt. The appreciative grunt from the naked woman emboldened the kneeling teen. Lifting and squeezing she was amazed at the pinkness of the tiny rosebud anus that winked at her when her massage separated the cheeks. "Kiss it," the woman fresh from the shower snarled and she bent at the waist pushing her ass more in the teenager's face. Applying her lips and tongue to one buttock after the other Becky was enthralled with the satin smoothness of the limo driver's skin. Kissing all around including the underside of the silky hill she noticed the woman widen her stance. Kelly was bending even further forward now and the kneeling girl was treated to a pussy gripping view of the woman's plump engorged vulva. She was still kissing and licking when Kelly applied three fingers to her mons and inner lips and began making rapid little circles. Watching in fascination as the fleshy womanhood was mashed and skewed by the self-stimulating fingers Rebecca was inspired to lick the lower part of the churning flesh. Drawing tongue over the narrow bridge of skin she encountered the puckered crinkly asshole. The intensity of the chauffeur's wail when she made contact with the hot little orifice reminded her of the adventure the blonde maid had taken her on. The very recent discovery of the rapturous pleasure that could be coaxed from the previously unrecognized erogenous zone galvanized the youngster. Without really thinking she began to lick and probe the shrieking woman's back door. Shuddering and shaking Kelly reached forward with one arm to support herself on the bench. Throughout the explosive orgasm she struggled to remain on her feet. She wouldn't have been able to explain why it was so important. The noise of the staffers entering the locker room at the end of their shift shattered their solitude. Laughing and joking the crew was very loudly celebrating the end of their workday. Rebecca jumped to her feet, noticing for the first time how the anti-slip surface of the shower room floor had abraded her knees. She glanced at the stinging redness and then broke into a run toward the door ignoring the puzzled looks of the hotel employees. Seconds later she was standing in the private elevator bound for the safety of the penthouse suite trying to catch her breath. Looking at her reflection in the mirrored interior of the elevator started the gnawing sensation in her girlhood. The clothes that she'd left behind were expendable. The cute little uniform was priceless. 'I'm going to have a lot of fun with this, ' she told herself as the lift doors opened on the private floor. The first order of business was to hide the evidence. Bethany had left the anal penetrater soaking in the sink. The strap-on harness was in a heap on the counter, the mini vibrator lay beside it. The residual sensation resurrected in her ass was surprisingly strong while she was scrubbing and drying the long flexible purple toy. She couldn't help wondering what it felt like to be licked back there. Becky shivered as she wiped off the pocket rocket, wondering if she could get away with borrowing the pleasure giving device. 'There's already something missing from the case, ' she slipped the little tool into the pocket of her stolen dress before refolding the straps of the harness as neatly as she could. Once the toy chest was re-loaded and back in her step-mother's underwear draw she returned to her own room. The vibrator went in the drawer under her panties. She hid the maid's dress away in the back of her closet; fearing that her step-mom might not understand her developing fetish. Then she went into her washroom and cleaned herself up again. Applying eye shadow, eye liner and a little lip gloss didn't take long despite her lack of experience with make-up. The bra top dress she chose had an elastic upper body that hugged her girlish figure down to the very recently emerged flair of her hips. Turning in front of the mirror she was pleased with what she saw. Her fanny and hips were evident where the slightly poofy short skirt began. She hadn't put any panties on and decided to leave it that way—it was becoming a habit. "Don't you look nice," Ester complimented when she arrived back in the suite. Sitting down beside the teen on the couch she gave her step-daughter a peck on the cheek. "I think you'll like the old friend I have coming over for dinner." The older woman saw nothing unusual in the girl's smile. She didn't realize how hard it was for Rebecca not to giggle. "Are you okay ... down there?" Ester queried indicating Becky's recently deflowered girlhood. "Yeah, it's feeling much better. That cream is great!" "Good ... I'm so glad," her step-mom responded enthusiastically. "And no regrets?" the redhead asked with a grimace. "None," the thirteen year old replied with her biggest most self-assured smile. Ester felt a wave of relief. There was still some guilt at how she had essentially used the teen for her own purposes. But, on the other hand, Rebecca had asked for it—actually coerced her into it. Also there was the fact that the outcome would be financially beneficial to both of them. "I'm going to go and freshen up. Kelly will be here soon," the older woman informed and retreated to her bedroom. A quick wash and make-up touch-up was all she required. Slipping into the black lace bra and matching thong the honey haired Call Girl was foremost on her mind. She found the feelings that were aroused by the reunion quite amazing. Her first lesbian lover had also been her best—most satisfying—partner to date. Ester realized that it was more than physical. She had the strong impression that, the woman whose main source of income now came from driving a limousine, had more than prurient feelings for her too. 'Where is the love in my life, ' she wondered as she put on the easy access wrap around dress. She certainly hadn't made it a priority. She'd been blinded by the finer things—material things—so early on that she'd been willing to sacrifice her emotional needs. Sex was her weapon, her means to an end, and she'd executed the plan to perfection. She'd certainly never loved Harold. She did love the things his wealth could give her, but there was practically no emotional connection at all. She didn't love Charles at first, although she came to have deep feelings for him over time. The sex was passable and she could even cum once in a while if she prepared herself well enough. Physical gratification was also secondary to her primary objective. She hadn't realized how much she missed it until the serendipitous meeting with Kelly. 'I'm free, ' the heiress registered as she styled her flaming locks. 'I've still got a lot to learn about running the business ... but I'm getting there, ' she congratulated herself. Time for some profit taking. In the salon she pushed the call button on the phone. The woman with the mild Hispanic accent responded almost instantly. "You can bring the cocktails now Marguerite," she said. "Very well m'am." Becky was on her bed reading again when she heard the suite door open and close twice. The second thunk was followed by the fainter sound of tinkling ice cubes. The teen glanced at the bedside clock when she heard the rap on the door. It was seven-oh-seven. "So good to see you," Ester greeted their dinner guest warmly. Nearly identical in height their breasts engaged first. It was intended as a welcoming hug but it quickly became more as the déjà vu sensations enveloped them both. Lips met softly at first, tongues engaged and within seconds their mouths were urgently trying to devour each other. It was the casino owner who broke the invigorating kiss before it got completely out of hand. Pushing apart the redhead and the honey blonde gazed into each other's eyes for a long meaningful moment, and then both started giggling like school girls. "Next time wear smear-proof lipstick," Ester advised through her laughter. "Me?" the chauffeur countered, "you should see yourself." "We'd better fix this up before Rebecca sees it." The mention of the teenager took some of the wind out of the limo driver's sails. She just now recalled that she'd had two passengers on the trip from the airport. She doubted that Missus Winston would be interested in getting frisky with a youngster around. 'How young was she?' Kelly couldn't remember. "There's a little washroom just around that corner," Ester indicated the wall of the salon ending in the hallway that led to the workout room. While the blonde slipped into the two piece intended for guests, Ester repaired to the four piece adjoining her bedroom. Looking in the mirror while she cleaned up the lipstick smears Kelly's disappointment grew. She had to conclude that she wasn't going to get the opportunity to further her relationship with her fabulously wealth erstwhile lover. So many women she knew professionally had struck gold; found a sugar daddy who took care of all financial concerns. The smart ones knew that the symbiotic relationship was fleeting and quickly socked away a retirement fund. Many others lived the high life and soon found themselves waitressing or some other menial job to survive after the currency of their youth and beauty was used up. The cleverest or the most fortunate managed to marry Mister Money-bags as Ester had done. That coup generally meant that they were set for life. The woman she was about to dine with had captured the Holy Grail. It was one of the seven deadly sins to envy the women who'd captured the ultimate prize, but it wasn't the chauffeur's only mortal transgression. Kelly had never really aspired to 'hooking a big fish' because subjecting herself to a man was, in her estimation, too high a price. Sugar daddies were plentiful—sugar mamas, not so much. And lesbian sugar mamas were all but non-existent. Still here she was in the abode of that rare creature with a twist of fate, in the person of Ester's step-daughter, barring the way. Kelly was still cursing her luck when she returned to the elegantly appointed open area of the suite. "Still Scotch neat?" Ester asked extending the fancy cocktail glass containing the amber liquid. "You remembered!" the disappointed blonde was impressed and encouraged. "You're the one who turned me on to it ... except I've got to have it on the rocks," the casino owner explained raising her tinkling glass. "To auld lang syne," the hostess invoked the very appropriate Scottish toast—their crystal rocks glasses clinked. "Let's sit and catch up," Ester suggested. Rebecca had moved from the bed to her slightly open bedroom door, eavesdropping. She was somewhat disappointed that there was nothing overtly sexual in the older women's conversation. They were chronologically exchanging stories about their lives since their last meeting—boring! The novel sensation in her backside had finally faded until it was just a fond memory. Her pussy was feeling almost as good as new thanks to her step-mom's wonder cream. Becky was ready for a fresh start. Her girlhood started to tingle in anticipation. 'I can't wait to see the look on Kelly's face when she sees me, ' the teen suppressed a giggle as she crossed the hall and entered the salon. Ester rose from the couch when she noticed the girl enter. Putting her arm around her teenaged step-daughter she announced, "This is my daughter Rebecca ... I guess you sort of met her on the way from the airport." The casino owner couldn't understand the look on Kelly's face. All the color drained from her fair but rosy complexion and the chauffeur's eyes were so wide that the redhead thought that there must be a monster or a ghost behind her. Why in the world would the introduction of the sandy haired thirteen year old be so shocking? Kelly's stomach dropped into her bowels and her bowels tied in a knot. She felt faint and realized after what seemed like a long moment that she'd forgotten to breathe. 'There must be some mistake!' the honey blonde's mind rejected reality. Ester glanced at Rebecca and saw the impudent smirk. There was definitely something going on between these two. "Have you two met ... uh, I mean do you know each other?" |