by C. L. Black
“Oh yeah, that anorexic blonde chick. KK, right? Hey, that wicked tickles. Yeah, I remember her. She looked like a total Barbie freak show. All that hot pink. Yuck!” Catherine stuck a finger in and gagged, pretending to throw up.
Giselle paid her kitten no attention and reached for the other stocking.
“Hey, I know how to put those on, you know.”
“Really? Here…show Mommy…good girl. Make sure to get the back seam straight. Hey!” Giselle stood and thrust her hands to her hips. “What’s wrong with pink? KK always wears pink. She loves pink; especially slippery shiny hot pink. Mommy made her a new dress just like yours, except in PVC, neon pink. Mommy can’t wait to show her.”
PVC… “Vinyl? Really? Well, thanks for making mine black. It’s beautiful.”
“You’re welcome, sweetie. A royal black for a royal princess. Right, Miss Black?”
“Whatever. Are you sure it’s okay with Miss Superbitch?” Shit. Brace for impact.
Giselle stifled a giggle. “Yes, Miss Jane approved it upon her return from DC.”
“Washington? Why was she there? Did she see my mom and dad? Tell me? Please Mommy G? I need to know. Please tell me?” Catherine moved closer to provide some physical encouragement.
“Oh, sweetie.” Giselle retreated. “Somebody’s being naughty again.”
Catherine pressed. Firmly adhered, she kissed Giselle’s easy lips. “Please, Mommy?” She continued the advance, adding an encouraging pout to the hair flick. She licked her lips. “Please, Mommy.”
“Nooo sweetie, Mommy mustn’t spoil the surprise. Besides, Mommy G isn’t allowed to speak of what Miss Jane does when she leaves the castle.” That didn’t stop her from accepting another kiss: one deeper, and much more probing.
“Does she go there much?” asked Catherine, hoping the assault would penetrate Giselle’s good senses.
“I can’t…ah…oh…not supposed to.” Darkness raged in Giselle’s eyes. She counterattacked, pulling Catherine into the nursery. She released her grip just long enough to drop the crib’s chrome metal sidebar. She forced her half-dressed long-legged fetish doll onto the crib.
“Hey! Stop it!” Catherine shoved back but Giselle had her good. “Don’t, Mommy. I—” She gagged as the wicked tongue probed. Wow. That was deep. Why fight it? She was pinned; tongue, hands, legs. She gave up the fight and let it unfold.
“Happy now? Any other questions?”
Catherine, still out of breath, could only nod. Yes and no.
“Good! Now let’s finish getting you all dolled up to meet Miss Jane’s special guest. Would you like to wear some of Mommy’s new perfume and shiny jewelry?”
“Perfume? Um, no thanks. Do I really have to wear those stupid baby pants?” She pointed to the black vinyl panties in Giselle’s hand. “What’s with those things anyway? It’s not like I’m going to pee myself.”
“Yes, sweetie. These panties are special. They will protect our little princess. Come now; pull them up over your pretty pink cotton. That’s Mommy’s good girl. Now let’s get you in this pretty new dress and those special boots of yours.”
Little princess? Good girl? She glanced in the mirror. In this outfit? Boots? “You have my boots! I can wear them?”
“Yes, silly. Stay here. Mommy will get them. Who gave them to you, kitten?”
“I—don’t know.” Nice try, Mommy. “Did you make them, Mommy G?”
“No, sweetie. Those boots were made long before Mommy G was.”
“Huh?”
What the—
19:04 local
Heels clicking, Blachmann’s newest kitten led Giselle into the formal dining room. Its table was large enough for twenty. Catherine did feel special in MK’s special boots. “What the—why’s it set for seven?” She assumed there should be only five plates: Miss Christi, Mommy G / Dani, Superbitch—her date, and me—us. Okay, us. Catherine turned to question Giselle.
“Momm—” Catherine’s jaw fell. It kept falling, crashing onto MK’s rising cleavage. She stopped stiff. Twin chrome heels gouged the granite. It was total shock. Not unlike Natasha’s first kiss. She never saw that one coming either. She just stood there, her mouth, a gaping black hole, desperate to be filled. Dani? She was face to face with Danielle and still holding Giselle’s cold hand. Just like that first day in BP’s bedroom, she knew her life would never be the same. “What the—Fuck me.” Her overwhelmed brain started to shudder and skip. Just shut it. Her eyes closed. Okay, I can do that—me too; she’s hot.
“Right back at you, baby.” Danielle beamed. She covered the open mouth with her hand. “Don’t, babe. Please; not tonight. Promise me.”
Alright already. In the company of the Wright sisters for the first time and with mouth restrained, she checked out, Miss Danielle, for several seconds. Pulling free, she reached up, grasping the warm hand with both of hers. So warm, so soft. Catherine offered no resistance as MK lowered, Dani’s hand. “Fuck me; you’re hot.” Shit. She couldn’t let go. “Sorry! Just slipped out. Nice trick, by the way.” Twins… Nice.
“I’m really sorry I deceived you. Miss Jane’s idea.” The very femmed-up and blonde bombshell shrugged.
“Yeah, sure.” Seeing Danielle in that cocktail dress was intensely distracting. Catherine had totally forgotten her surroundings. Stimulating, the slinky, skimpy, sparkly blue number was similar to the one Vicki had worn in New York last week.
“Really!”
“Wow!” She eyeballed Danielle again. Blonde… Did she know? Catherine licked her lips and said, “Nice—to finally meet you, Miss—”
“Miss Wright.”
I’ll say.
“Though, I’d hoped you might call me Dani; just for tonight, if you’d like.” Danielle had compromised, changing her wig to dirty blonde. It wasn’t in a boring ponytail either. The now-past-chest-length hair was done up in a sexy yet sophisticated come-try-me look. “The pleasure’s all mine, Miss Black.”
Miss Black? Yummy. Catherine reached out, touching it. So real, so soft, and soooo Dani—She’s hot.
Another first: Danielle was all glamorous in makeup and jewelry that included earrings, a small heart-shaped necklace and a bracelet, all covered with sparkling diamonds. Her feet filled a pair of shiny black strappy seven-inch stiletto platforms. The skyscraper stilettos gave her an ever-so-slight height advantage. Tonight, she wanted every advantage she could get.
“Like I said, nice—trick, Miss Wright.” MK leaned in and whispered, “Fuck, you’re actually pretty hot!” Her appetite was back and more. She licked Catherine’s lips. “You owe me one, Dani—”
“It was all Miss Jane’s idea, really.” Danielle said it again. “Honest.” She wanted so much to take the silky soft black satin kitten in her arms. She couldn’t, settling for the touch of Catherine’s flowing hair as it brushed across her face. She shuddered then took Kat’s hand.
“Whatever. I knew it! You had to be two people.” I should have figured…
“We’re twins. Siamese. I mean, we—”
“What!” Catherine pulled free.
“It’s true! We were separated—soon after birth. Our heads—”
“Yeah, sure; like I’m going to believe—” MK gave Dani another hair flick; very effective.
“It’s true! Really! You’re so beautiful.” She took Catherine’s hand. “Here’s our seats.”
Jane entered with the special guest. “Terribly sorry, everyone. Allow me to present Ms. Carol Daniels.” Jane’s eyes sought out, MK. “Well then, who is this . . .” Meow! She stepped near, “lovely young lady?” to inspect, the pretender. “Miss Wright, please introduce your lovely date.”
The Temptress entered.
“Date? I’m not—” Holy shit! We’re still holding hands. Look at her. Why is she trembling? “Hey! Let go.” Who the—are you? Nice tits…
The Temptress, a long lean redhead, was mumbling under her breath and fussing with a stubborn earring. Her dress was a daring lipstick-red leather number that left
little to the imagination. “Hi, everyone; sorry I’m tardy.” She gave “Miss Jane” a distressed look then blew on her still-wet matching nails. “Too much on my plate these days.” She’d just come from the lab after starting the analysis on the perfume.
“My fault,” confessed Jane. Natasha’s perfume. She found it in her bag, earlier that morning while searching for some Motrin. Funny thing was she couldn’t remember how she’d gotten it. Last night was a complete blank.
Danielle announced, “Everyone, it is my honor to present the third Miss Katherine Black, daughter of the Mistress Katrina GoodKnight and the second James Richard Black and the rightful heir to the House of Blachmann.”
“What the fuck—did she say?” Catherine stood there in the room full of staring eyes. Leaking thoughts. Shit. Her face grew warmer. She reined in her lips. It’s another trick. Just play along.
Catherine regrouped and offered, Miss Jane, a kind smile then said, “Sorry, everyone, I just never heard my mom called GoodKnight or Katrina before.” Her cheeks cooled. “Her maiden name was Smith. Kate Smith.”
Everyone except for Agent Daniels tried with little success to conceal the humor in their faces.
“What’s so fuc—funny?”
“Not a thing. Don’t you look fit, Miss Black,” offered the Temptress, her tone sultry, taking note the fitness training was baring visible results. That form-flattering Hush-Hush bustier did warrant an honorable mention. She asked, “May I call you, Katherine, Miss Black?” with a steamy formality Catherine found surreal.
“Yes, please. That’s my name. I mean, thank you, Miss—” Is this fricken nightmare finally over? “Who the—are you?”
“Who, me? I’m the resident lab rat, Doctor Samantha Resnik. But please, just call me Sam.” Out went a slender hand. “We met once before, briefly. Nice boots! Remember?”
Lab rat? “Sorry, doc—I don’t re—Freckles!” You’re that chick at Uno’s.
“Enough chitchat. Let’s eat,” instructed Jane, her stomach reminding her that she’d worked up quite an appetite today.
Agent Daniels slid the head chair out. “May I seat you, Mistress Sterling?”
“Thank you, darling.” She sat then lightly touched Agent Daniels on the inner wrist. “You must not be so formal, Carol darling.”
“Thank you, Miss Jane.” Daniels remained at attention, waiting for the others to be seated.
Danielle quickly did the same for Miss Christi and then offered to seat, “Miss Black.”
“Yeah, sure. Thanks, Miss Wright.” Miss Jane’s making Dani nervous. Good!
The table was elegantly set with Lenox fine china, heavy sterling silver flatware, and the finest leaded crystal. One by one, Danielle, Giselle, Samantha, and lastly, Agent Daniels seated themselves. Jane was seated at the head of the table. Agent Daniels was to her right. Catherine sat to Jane’s left then Danielle and then Miss Christi. Giselle sat to the right of Agent Daniels. Beyond her was Samantha. Three elegant crystal chandeliers hung above, providing a warm illuminating glow.
They’d been seated only a moment when in walked the House Mum, Margaret Braun. She carried two bottles of wine and was closely shadowed by her little helper, who carried the water. Maria looked all pretty and so young in her frilly French maid’s outfit. She was a shy mouse of a young woman who barely made a sound. Catherine had met Maria Monday in the kitchen at lunchtime. She learned from Danielle that Maria was orphaned. Her mother was an aid worker who had died shortly after giving birth. The father’s identity had never been determined. How sweet little Maria came to be at the Castle was not divulged.
Jane praised Maria for having arranged the table so precisely as she filled the water goblets from the large glass bottle of Poland Spring. Miss Braun opened then poured a taster’s sample of tonight’s wine. The wine, a Cabernet Sauvignon from the Chateau Margaux in the Bordeaux region of France, was simply labeled Margaux; the bottle represented the 2005 vintage.
Jane held the large glass up before the light and swirled it. Next she brought the wine to her nose and sampled its pleasant charms. The 2005 was full-bodied, its color a deep black, almost endless in depth. She placed the glass to her lips. Although still a bit young, Mistress Sterling found it exceeded her pallet’s strict standard. At thirty thousand dollars a case, it had better. With a dip of her eyes, she instructed Miss Braun to pour the first and open the second, “To allow it some time to grow up.” Raising her glass to Catherine, she offered a toast. “Here’s to a weekend we shall always remember. Cheers.”
The baked potatoes delivered, Maria returned to present the main course. Positioned conspicuously to Jane’s right, waist bent slightly, she held the still-covered serving platter. “Miss Jane.”
Maria’s forward position afforded Catherine an unencumbered up-close view of her exceptionally well toned legs and, “Nice little caboose too.” Oops.
Concerned, Catherine swung round to see if anyone had picked up on MK’s accurate assessment of Maria’s behind. She swung back to see Maria glancing over her shoulder. A pleasant smile was exchanged. Sooo busted.
Jane lifted the meticulously polished cover from the equally fine sterling silver serving tray Maria held before her. “Hot, pink, and dripping bloody wet!” exclaimed Jane with a mischievous glint directed at Catherine. Her words were loud and drew the gathering’s full attention. She swayed Catherine’s way and said, “Yes, indeed, love. That’s how I like mine. Just as the Good Lord intended.” She brought her gaze to Maria. “Isn’t it so, my little sweet mouse?”
“Oui, Miss Jane,” giggled Maria, almost spilling the tray of medium-rare prime rib in Jane’s lap before regaining her composure.
In full view of Catherine, Jane had given Maria’s frilly white silk panties a firm pat. Her hand returned to view but remained aft to fondle the many layers of equally frilly pink and white silk petticoats that embellished Maria’s provocatively styled uniform. Finished her sampling of Maria’s not-so-under-wears, Jane selected the bloodiest cut. Her eyes encouraged Catherine to give the silk a go also.
“Splendid, is it not? Well, don’t you agree, Miss Black?” Jane gave Maria one more gentle whack.
“Well, kitten?” Jane wasn’t kidding as she eyed the pretender on and continued her own fondling.
A jolt of adrenalin rushed Catherine. She lifted her hand to join Jane’s in sampling the soft silky—
“Miss Sterling!” admonished Miss Christi, adding a disapproving glance Catherine’s way.
Shit! Catherine’s left hand made a hasty though disheartened retreat; her eyes, however, stood their ground. Oh yeah, very sweet. I’d like to spank that kitten.
Maria continued her nervous giggles as she stepped back bumping Catherine, “Excusez-moi, Miss Katrina,” before rounding “Miss Jane” to serve “Miss Carol.” Tilting to ensure her trim bottom was positioned just so—to please Miss Jane. She waited till Jane tapped her silky bottom then tiptoed around to serve “Miss Katrina,” then pivoted like a ballerina and bent to serve “Miss Dani.”
Miss Dani seemed to be taking forever to select hers. Miss Christi was engaged with Miss Carol. Gag me—Please don’t. MK had her chance. She glanced to Jane, who quickly signaled her approval. Here goes. Holy shit! This girl’s ass is too sweet. The stealthy hand found Jane’s still-warm trail and followed. Oh yeah. Maria shifted left ever so slightly. Yeah, the right cheek needs some too. Reluctantly, she pulled out from Maria’s silk garden. Thanks, Miss Jane. Stop it!
Catherine and Jane watched intently as the French doll tiptoed around Danielle to serve “Miss Christi,” then returned close by as she stepped to “Miss Sam.” Lastly, Maria positioned herself before a pouty “Miss Gee-Gee.” It all took some time, given sweet soft Maria’s cautious little steps.
Everyone, except Giselle, was most impressed by Maria’s ability to hold the large serving tray steady and maintain her balance. Quite a feat, given the tightly laced seven-inch spiked heel ballet boots that enslaved the tiny stubs that remained. Her toes and
much of both feet had been blown off by a small, air-dropped toy-shaped land mine. Only five when it happened, she had also lost the pinky and ring finger from her left hand and the sight in her right eye. It had taken her two years to learn to walk without assistance in the specially constructed ballet boots. She offered a gentle smile and waited.
Giselle fingered her curls as she surveyed what little beef remained on the large platter. “Rats! Why do I always get last picks?” She stabbed the two thin slices, holding them up to prove her point.
Jane ignored her. “Maria dear, please inform Miss Braun the entire rib was cooked to perfection.”
“Oui, Miss Jane.” The beauty of France shuffled off toward the kitchen, pulling Jane’s and Catherine’s eyes along, until the door to the butler’s pantry swung back, hitting them both between the eyes.
“Miss Braun? No fricken way!” Oops. “Sorry. Who’s Miss Braun?” asked Catherine, a shade pinker, still in awe of sweet, soft, Maria and her incredible ability to just stand in those diabolically hot boots; let alone walk and carry that heavy platter.
Miss Christi tilted behind Danielle to discreetly inform, “She’s Miss Margaret to you, my dear. Keeps the house in most excellent order; and, as you can see, keeps everyone well fed.”
Danielle blurted, “Dinner looks soooo good. I could eat a horse. Pass the butter, please.”
“Hey!” Catherine frowned as MK complied, handing Dani the butter. “I ride horses—”
“Really, babe? Me too.” Babe… Danielle’s face brightened. She commenced damage control, taking Catherine’s right hand. “Sorry, Miss Black; didn’t mean it like that. So you like, to ride?”
“Yeah.” Catherine brightened. “I remember your riding outfit.” She quickly dimmed. “Anyway, I used to, until—” Her face and shoulders sank. You fricken blew that too.
“We have horses, you know,” sang Danielle, adding an encouraging nod and then a tug.
Catherine found her hand in uncharted waters. Her momentary sadness disappeared with the hand. She glanced at Danielle. Ball’s in your court girl.
