‘Yes, Mrs Simmons,’ they curtsied. And the next thing I knew, I was being hurried out of the room and downstairs to the servants’ quarters, ready to be bathed, powdered and dressed up in pink, ready to serve my pretty new mistress.
‘Does that feel good?’ cooed Janet, having stripped me naked and helped me into a hot, delightful bubble bath, paying particular attention to my breasts and pussy.
Whether it was how Mrs Simmons had programmed them or not, the look of sexual lust on the pretty maid’s face as she eagerly lathered up my firm tanned breasts was absolutely undeniable. And of course, if I’d had a mirror, then I probably would have seen the same look on my own face as well.
Having stood me up and dried me off with towels so fluffy that they actually made me giggle, Mary and Janet then gently applied soft white talcum powder all over my body with huge fluffy powder puffs before wrapping me up in a soft pink bath robe and sitting me down to receive my full makeover.
As the sexy Asian maid expertly removed the varnish from my toenails and gave me the most relaxing pedicure of my life, Janet did the same to my fingers and Mary washed and styled my hair.
I suppose that since Mrs Simmons spent almost half her live being pampered in this manner; it was only natural that her domestic staff would be expert beauty therapists. And I must say that once Mary had removed my make-up, moisturised my skin and made my face up once again, I was absolutely astonished by the result.
‘Are you a pretty little dolly now?’
The maid giggled as she put away her make-up and brushes.
‘Oh yes,’ I gasped unable to look away from my beautiful reflection or get over how wonderful I felt. ‘I’m a very pretty dolly indeed.’
‘Well, now it’s time for us to dress you in your uniform,’ she squealed as she clapped her hands together with glee. And five minutes later, I was gasping with delight as I felt the soft silk and satin uniform and stockings gently caress my skin.
I was a maid, I was a dolly, and I was also one of the girls. And as Mary and Janet playfully instructed me in all of the skills and nuances that I would have to master, I actually felt myself become so happy and horny that I actually wanted to be Mrs Simmons’s sweet little plaything more than anything else in the world.
Tottering around the mansion in my 5” stiletto heels like a typical Ooh la la French maid in a ‘Carry On’ film, I got such a perverted sexual thrill from tickling around Mrs Simmons furniture and nick-nacks with my fluffy pink feather duster that my pussy simply would not stop dripping. And when Mrs Simmons came to praise my hard work and offered to reward me with a nice long lick of her pussy, I was so horny and eager to please her that I literally fell down onto my knees and hungrily worshipped her gorgeous slit.
‘Do you like your new job then?’ asked my new goddess as I desperately frigged my hot wet cunt, eagerly licking her glorious pussy as the honey began to pour down my chin.
‘Oh yes, madam!’ I panted, stopping as briefly as I could for a gasp of air before eagerly burying my tongue inside her once again. ‘I love being your pretty little dolly! Please let me be your maid for ever!’
‘Hush, darling, don’t worry about a thing,’ she said in an increasingly sexy but ominous tone of voice. ‘I’ll never send you away or ask you to leave. After all, I’ve got a lot of plans for you.’
Evelyn by Courtney Bee
The first thing he felt was the burning, the rawness, where the ropes bit into his wrists and ankles. Next was the throbbing. Though he was lying stiffly on his back, limbs pulled taut, he felt as if he were riding a roller-coaster, his head reeling. When his eyes fluttered open, a blur of shapes and colours stung his corneas, and it took several minutes before his vision sharpened enough to distinguish objects.
His eyes darted around the room. When he saw the Double Indemnity poster, there was a spark in his brain. An apartment. Her apartment. But what was her name? He couldn’t remember. He combed his memory, struggling to put the pieces of the evening together. He had gone to the Rumba Room - that much he remembered. The music had been loud, the walls were pulsating. Then he had spotted her. She was sipping an apple martini at the bar, her raven hair seizing the light like obsidian, shining from across the room. He couldn’t say why, but he knew before she turned her head that she would be breathtaking, and his breath caught in his throat as she slowly looked over her shoulder, her gaze fixed on him like a laser. They glittered like diamonds, her eyes, and he was startled to find them an electric shade of violet, so intense that he faltered backward. She had skin pale as milk, a striking contrast to the full, berry-coloured lips that curved into a knowing smile. Her dress was black as the shadows surrounding her, wrapping around her like a velvet serpent. She was of another era, her look too ethereal to be a Miami native. European, perhaps?
Before he could think he felt his feet carrying him toward her, parting the throngs of tanned dancers and making his way to the smiling beauty. When he stood before her, a hint of her perfume curled around his nostrils, a scent surprisingly sweet, like ripe fruit.
‘I - I thought I’d have something witty to say by the time I made it over here,’ he said. ‘Will you settle for shy and flustered?’
Her eyes were warm. ‘Sounds endearing.’
She sipped her drink, taking long, languid sips.
‘What’s your name, shy and flustered?’
‘Oh - it’s Adam. Adam Belmont.’
She tilted her head and laughed a laugh that was light in sound but rich with wickedness.
‘What’s so funny?’
She brushed a long, dark tendril from her face and tucked it behind her ear.
‘I’ll tell you later,’ she said. She set down the drink. ‘Perhaps at my apartment?’
‘I.’
Her smile widened. ‘Yes?’
‘I wasn’t trying to get you into bed,’ he said quickly. ‘Well, maybe at some point, but I swear I didn’t come over here to imply that tonight I wanted -’
‘Take it easy, shy and flustered.’
She was studying him, her eyes sparkling with interest as they roamed his damp palms, his flushed cheeks, the way he bit his lower lip ever so subtly, chewing out his nervousness.
‘I know you weren’t implying anything,’ she said. ‘Perhaps you wanted to chat for a while, talk about the humidity or something of that nature? That’s perfectly fine. But allow me to be blatant: my apartment is nearby, I’ve had several Red Bulls, and my legs are parting as we speak.’
Adam’s jaw fell open, eliciting another laugh from the woman. He compelled his mouth to move, to form words, to stop stuttering like an idiot. She rose from her seat, bridging the gap between them. Her eyes burned into his, letting him know that there was only one answer she would deem acceptable.
‘I’ve never had a one night stand,’ he said, then quickly added, ‘not that I want it to be just a one night stand.’
‘Well, then,’ she whispered. ‘Make my toes curl tonight and you’ll be invited back.’
She leaned close. He could smell the sweetness of her breath; such an unusually tart scent. It made him think of strawberries, apples, juicy plums. He could practically taste her.
‘Shall we go now, Adam?’
He nodded so hard that he felt as if his head were about to unhinge itself from his neck. Her slender fingers curled around his palm, towing him gently toward the door. He followed like a puppy.
‘I’m Evelyn, by the way.’
The evening air bit their flesh in a refreshing wave, the breeze tinged with the smell of ocean. As the door slammed shut behind them and they moved silently through the night, the music became a dull thump in the distance. The massive palm trees lining the streets were lit with strands of flickering lights, making shadows stretch and curl around them.
Adam had been at a loss of words before, but he now found himself petrified as the woman pointed to a building several blocks away.
‘That’s it,’ she said. ‘Didn’t I tell you it was close?’
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Adam nodded. He turned his head to look at her and was surprised to find that her expression was blissful, as if being outside in the darkness soothed her from the inside out. Actually, it was only when the silver wisps of clouds spread like a spider web across the moon and the stars struggled to be heard in the bleakness of the midnight sky that she felt truly at peace. But to Adam she merely appeared to be relieved to be out of the stifling, sweat-drenched club.
A tall Spanish-style building greeted them at the end of their journey, a dimly lit sign reading ‘Garden East’ apartments, announcing its purpose. Vines of bright red flowers hugged the building from every angle, springing from the lush garden surrounding the apartments. A little slice of paradise on an otherwise unremarkable street.
She led him up a flight of stairs, twisted her key into the lock, and flicked on the lights. Her apartment glistened with intellect and refinement. Paintings of exotic settings, stacks of leather-bound books, and intricately carved furniture that looked as if it had been plucked right from the rococo period. The New York Times on the kitchen table was the final item that convinced Adam that he wasn’t about to have sex with a promiscuous bimbo. After surveying her elegant apartment, his fascination with the woman had doubled.
Evelyn breezed behind him, glided to the kitchen, and fetched two glasses, which she promptly filled with a ruby liquid from an unmarked bottle.
‘You seem a bit nervous,’ she smiled, handing him a glass. ‘Try this. It’s a lovely wine from Europe. My favourite, actually.’
He stared hesitantly at the glass. ‘I don’t know - I’ve had a few gin and tonics as it is. Maybe I shouldn’t...’
She leaned close and met his gaze. Her eyes were glowing amethyst, burning with insistence.
‘You must try it,’ she said. ‘It’s a very special wine. I opened it because, well. you seem like a very special
guy’
He felt himself blush and tightened his grip around the drink.
‘I don’t know if I should.’
She raised her glass high above her mouth and tilted it slightly, until a single crimson droplet fell onto her lips, coating them in wetness. She licked up the moisture with her tongue, slowly, methodically, moaning with pleasure as the taste of it flooded her mouth.
Her eyes locked on his. ‘You really.. .must.. .try it.’
He brought the wine to his mouth and urged it down his throat. He felt himself sigh, surprised by its richness.
‘Wow,’ he marvelled, wiping his lips. ‘If wine were candy, this would definitely be dark chocolate.’
She seemed pleased and ushered him into the living room.
‘Please, have a seat.’
Adam sank into the plush sofa. The woman sat beside him, flashing him an encouraging smile. His eyes fell to the Double Indemnity poster near the mantle, framed in an ornate gold casing.
‘I remember that movie,’ he said. ‘It scared me when I was little - the chick, I mean. Femme fatale - is that what they’re called? Scared me to death. The thought of someone actually planning to murder their spouse.’
Her eyes drifted to the poster. ‘I don’t know,’ she said softly. ‘If you were to examine the situation a bit more closely, perhaps you’d have a bit of empathy for her. Things aren’t always what they seem.’
He was thoughtful for a moment, and then shrugged. He felt his nerves deserting him, but forced himself to smile and meet her gaze.
‘I see the questions in your eyes, and I’m prepared to answer them.’
‘Well, um,’ Adam began, unable to meet her stare. ‘I suppose I do have a question. Why me?’
Evelyn nodded, as if it were a fair question. ‘Does it matter?’
He took another sip of wine, letting the flavour splash around in his mouth. ‘I don’t get it,’ he said. ‘Why did you choose to go home with me tonight? There were tons of good-looking guys in that place, but you were smiling at me. Why?’
She was quiet a long time. ‘You seemed.. .nice.’
Adam snorted.
‘No, really,’ she said. ‘Some people have an inner glow; do you know what I’m talking about? They emanate their personality from the outside in. I could tell you were a good guy.. .and a great lover.’
Adam swayed a little, his nerve faltering. ‘But - you don’t understand.’
She raised an eyebrow. ‘Oh?’
He set the wine down, forcing himself to look her in the eye. ‘I don’t know what kind of lover I am. I’m a virgin.’
There was a pause.
‘I intend to change that.’
Adam shook his head. ‘Now I don’t know if I can do it. I’m intimidated as hell, quite frankly. I’ve wanted to make love to a woman for so long, and now you’re here, beautiful and mysterious and sensual.’
‘Don’t forget horny,’ she added. ‘Adam, I understand if you’re a tad apprehensive. But look at the situation this way: you’re with a woman that is quite turned on to find out you’re a clean slate and now wants to ravish you like an animal. I can see fierceness behind those hazel eyes, and I have no doubt you’re fully capable of making me pant. Do you know I’m wet already?’
‘Y - you are?’
‘Would you like to feel?’
She took his hand in hers, parting her legs and peeling back the chiffon fabric that draped across her thighs. He braced himself to feel the softness of cotton panties -perhaps a satin thong. Instead his fingertips glided across her.
‘Oh, God,’ he murmured. His breath was sucked sharply to the back of his throat.
‘I can’t - I shouldn’t,’ he croaked. ‘I don’t know you very well yet. It wouldn’t be right. I would never want you to think that I was only interested in.. .in...’
She guided his hand lightly across her sex, teasing the velvet folds with his fingers. Adam could feel the throbbing, the dizziness swirling through his head.
‘Alright,’ she whispered eyes, half-closed. ‘If it makes you feel any better, I’m a Gemini, my favourite food is sushi, and I love children. Now that we’ve gotten to know each other, why don’t you feel me from the inside?’
She plunged his finger deep inside of her. They both cried out, she in pleasure, he in shock. Adam felt her wetness smothering his finger and the room started to spin. His eyes rolled upward, the lashes fluttering slightly. He felt his body swaying.
‘Adam,’ she murmured. ‘Are you alright?’
He tried to speak, to reassure her, but his lips wouldn’t move.
‘Adam?’
His body slumped forward, his head crashing down upon her lap. A long, low moan fell from his lips. He could smell her sweetness; it flooded his nostrils and soothed his senses as his stomach heaved and twisted. He felt her run a tender hand through his hair as his eyes slumped shut.
His vision was sharpening. Rope. Winding around his body. Digging into his flesh. What was he lying against? It was hard, a cold slab. But it didn’t make sense.
Scattered around the living room were clusters of candles, their glow stinging his eyes and doubling his dizziness. He felt his stomach churning, thought he might throw up. Breathing deeply, he gritted his teeth and rode out the wave of nausea.
Her voice pricked his ears, floating out from the shadows. ‘Be still and don’t struggle. I drugged you, Adam. You’ll feel wretched for a while, but the sickness will pass.’
He tilted his head and strained his eyes until he saw her, sitting in the velvet armchair, watching him. The violet of her eyes pierced through the darkness, making him shudder. Adam compelled himself to speak, but managed only a low, gurgling noise.
‘Your voice will return shortly,’ she said. ‘Don’t strain
it.’
She rose and stepped forward. She moved fluidly through the darkness, like a panther, her features illuminated as the moonlight fell across her face. She stared down at him. Her expression was unreadable.
Finally she knelt beside his rigid body, and he could see that her eyes were soft.
‘
I - I normally just do it,’ she said. ‘I offer no explanation, and by the time it’s over the man thinks he’s gone insane - that he had imagined it all.’
She smoothed a lock of his hair with her palm.
‘But you’re different, Adam. I meant what I said earlier. You have a genuine goodness about you.’
Adam steadied himself against the slab. He felt his throat swelling, and this time when he tried to speak he managed to choke out words.
‘Don’t.. .understand...’
She nodded. ‘And it’s because of your goodness that I’ll do something rare for you. I’ll let you understand.’
Evelyn settled herself on the carpet. She was quiet a long time, looking hesitant, as if she didn’t know where to begin.
‘I’m doing this not because I want to,’ she murmured. ‘But because I have to.’
‘Do -’ he coughed. ‘Do what?’
She placed a hand on his arm. ‘Please don’t be afraid. I’m not going to kill you.’
This sentence, of course, made him very afraid.
‘You’re a religious man?’ she asked. ‘A Christian,
yes?’
‘Y - yes. Kind of,’ he whispered.
‘It’s alright,’ she smiled. ‘Most people fall into the kind of category.’
He blinked hard, trying to see her face through the dimness.
She noted his problem. ‘Too dark?’ she asked. ‘I prefer the dark, to be honest. But perhaps you’ll feel a bit more comfortable with a bit of light.’
She waved her hand and Adam watched as the candles surrounding them began to grow, tripling in height before his eyes. He let out a terrified squeak as the large flames lapped at the ceiling, overwhelming the room in a searing glow.
‘What’s happening?’ he rasped. ‘How did you - what are you?’
She tilted her eyes toward the floor. ‘I don’t entirely know,’ she said softly. ‘But I can try my best to help you understand what I must do now.’
Adam’s senses had been shocked into alertness.
‘Untie me.’
She shook her head. ‘I won’t. Ask again and I’ll simply carry out my plans without explanation. You want to hear my explanation, correct?’
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