"I-I'm sorry."
"Such a sad face. You do love my feet, hmm? Well. I suppose it's all right, you may have one more kiss. Lick the sole, my dear, you know how much I enjoy that."
"Mmm…"
"Oh yes, you sweet thing, that's so good. My very own sweet slave girl. Uh, by the way, there's no hurry about getting back here tonight, stay out as long as you like. Stay and have yourself some fun with Alice. You deserve it."
"Thank you, ma'am."
"But enough kisses for now."
"Oh. Ma'am? Can I come in and see you later? I mean after Mrs. Bellamy leaves?"
"I think not. It'll be late by then and I'll probably fall asleep the minute she's out the door."
"I… uh, I could wake you, couldn't I?"
"Wake me? Hmm. In that special way of yours, eh. Kate dear, you sound anxious. What makes you so sexy all of a sudden?"
The maid hung her head. "I'm sorry. But when I started kissing your pretty feet… uh… well please, ma'am, please don't tease me like this. You know. Won't you let me love you?"
Such a request! Margalo's resistance melted; how could she deny her humble slave this small favor?
"All right, Kate."
"Ma'am? You mean I can come in and wake…"
"No. I mean now. Uh-huh. That's it, kiss my feet some more, lick the soles. Oh, I do love that educated tongue of yours. But no, don't come up any higher yet, just stay right there for a while."
"Mmm…"
"You think my feet are beautiful, eh?"
"All of you. All of you is beautiful."
"Flattery, flattery. But you've made your point quite nicely, I must admit. Yes, dear, you may come in and wake me tonight no matter how late it is. Are you satisfied now?"
"Yes'm. Thank you. I'll come and…"
"Be quiet, you talk too much. I don't want to listen to that mouth of yours, I just want to feel it. And you know where. I want it on my cunt now, you hear? Suck my cunt!"
"Oh!" The maid scrambled upward.
Margalo spread her legs and gave herself to the soft lips, the soft thick lips; ah, that delicious mouth! Opening and closing, nibbling and munching, tickling the silky intimacy of her flesh, caressing her hair and at last leeching itself to the even thicker lips between her thighs. She tried to picture what it looked like down there, the juncture of lips and lips, the union of sensuous mouth and sensuous cunt. Hmm, too bad she didn't have a mirror handy…
From the vestibule, the door-chime sounded melodically but intrusively. What an inopportune moment!
"Ma'am? Shall I finish you off?"
She hesitated, debating the issue. Then, "No, better go answer the door, I'll just save this nice hot feeling."
The maid clucked her disappointment but rose immediately and scampered off, Margalo flexed one knee and assumed a new pose on the chaise, more comfortable now but hardly more decorous. The wet glistening gash of her vagina was openly on display – open for inspection, as it were. One look and Inez's tongue would be hanging out. And so it was. Not quite hanging, of course, at least not literally, but Inez kept looking and licking her lips and the tip of that pink tongue remained clearly visible while Kate filled the ice bucket and fixed a drink and was at last dismissed. A divorcee with no taste for men, Inez Bellamy had a somewhat plump body that appealed to butchy women. The appeal was wasted, however, since she fancied herself as a domineering type and had little use for the kind of female who was only a substitute male. Her rich auburn hair was done up in a braided coronet that did give her a rather regal appearance, almost imperious in a way, but Margalo knew only too well how false that impression could be. Phony imperiousness. But a friend of long standing, nonetheless, and one of the original tenants of Sappho Manor.
"You're staring, honey."
"Margalo, you look positively obscene like that."
"And don't you love it, hmm?"
"You're so wet down there…"
"Uh-huh. Unfinished, though, Kate got me excited, but I managed to save it for you. Aren't you glad?"
"Oh, you're such a bitch. Always teasing. I never know when to take you seriously."
"Don't worry, I'll cue you in. But relax now, darling, and do tell me the news. What's this about your niece? You sounded pretty upset over the phone."
Inez frowned. "It's not very good news, damnit. I'm simply stuck with the kid, that's all. And she's not really my niece, she's more of a distant relative, just a poor relation, you know? Pruitt is her name, Hildegarde Pruitt. Still in her teens – and slightly retarded, from what I gather. Although I haven't laid eyes on her for years."
"Retarded?"
"Must be. Either that or just plain stupid. She almost flunked out of high school. Anyway, that branch of the family is nothing to be proud of. Alcoholics, mostly – which is why there's no one left to take care of the brat. No one but me."
"Cheer up. Might not be so bad. Maybe your little Hildegarde will turn out to be a cute number. Can you recall what she looks like?"
"Vaguely. She's got the Pruitt hair, bright red, much redder than mine. Other than that, well…" Inez shrugged disconsolately. "What does it matter? Cute or not, she's a responsibility I'd rather not have. A teenager living in the apartment is bound to cramp my style, wouldn't you say?"
"I suppose so. Unless…"
"Margalo? Unless what?"
"Oh, it's just a notion, ill wind, maybe – you know? After all, you've always been envious of my maid Kate, haven't you? Seems to me you've got the chance to have a maid of your own now. If she's just a poor relation, why not make the kid earn her keep?"
"Hmm. I-I hadn't thought of that. Hildegarde could never be like your Kate, of course. I wouldn't want any of that sort of closeness between us. No tender loving care. But as for housework and such…"
"Sure. Make the best of it. Tell you what, Inez, I might even lend you Kate for a while to get the kid started. Give her a little training, teach her how to be a good servant. Teach her how to obey orders and my Kate is just the girl to do it."
"What an idea! Darling, that's an absolute brainstorm! But what will you do without your maid all that time? I know how much Kate means to you. Oh, it's just too big a favor to ask."
"Ask and ye shall receive. Ask nicely, though."
"Huh? Oh…" With a leer, Inez moved swiftly to plop herself down at the foot of the chaise. "Margalo dear, I'm asking as nicely as…"
"No, not there, you're too far away. Ask inside my cunt. You've been staring long enough, now you can grab yourself a mouthful as well as an eyeful."
An audible catch of breath sounded and the auburn head bent and plunged eagerly. Margalo smiled a secret smile at such a show of enthusiasm. The first tongue-touch upon her clitoris sent her into a momentary spasm of passion; she moved her legs wider apart to accommodate more of the plump-cheeked face. And soon she was making small arching motions to smear herself against it, enclosing it, engulfing it in wet cunt-flesh, deliciously conscious of the stabbing of that elongated tongue. Despite their long and often ardent relationship, the kick hadn't worn off and she seldom failed to respond to her friend's greedy but always titillating caresses.
It took some time before Inez got around to putting her plea into words, and then it was only a muted mumble. A mere formality, actually, since Margalo had conceived the idea in the first place and was already laying plans. Lovely plans. By all means, let Kate train the kid, let Kate train the kid well – and not just to do housework! Teach her to appreciate cunt. Housework might be necessary, but cunt work was infinitely more important.
That part would have to be done behind Inez's back, no doubt, but the deception only added to the fun. What a lark! Even if little Hildegarde turned out to be ugly as sin, the novelty alone would make the project worthwhile. Uh-huh. Even worth the temporary loss of Kate's all but indispensable services. Yes indeed, it would be exciting to have a fresh-faced young cuntlapper around; there was always that need for another new one, always room for one more…