Climax: Volume 2

by Ella Ford

  Eventually, fate decided for me and the call ended, consigning my best friend to the modern day snub of voicemail. I breathed a sigh of relief and stared at the phone, daring it to ring again. It remained silent, and I was about to set it down once more.

  Then it sprang into life again. Buzz buzz buzz. It danced in my hand and I almost dropped it in fright. I stared at it again, the dawning realization that Anna would not let this go so easily rising in my mind.

  “Answer it,” came a voice from across the room, and I glanced up, afraid to see what I already knew. Standing in the doorway was CJ, as pristine and as sharp as ever, her hands resting on her hips and her stockinged legs spread apart in a stance that reminded me of a headmistress. She had a peculiar smile on her face that seemed to be both amused and annoyed in equal measure.

  I looked at the phone as it vibrated in my hands, knowing that I was not going to get out of this so easily. With trembling fingers, I flicked the answer button and held the handset to my ear.

  “H-hi Anna,” I stammered, aware that my voice seemed thin and reedy.

  “Leanne? Is that you? Are you okay?” She sounded genuinely concerned, borderline frantic but also relieved to finally hear from me.

  I glanced up at CJ, who continued to glare at me.

  “I’m fine Anna, it’s good to hear from you,” I said truthfully.

  “Where are you honey?” she asked, adopting the same tone that a parent might use when a wayward teen called home from a forbidden party.

  “I’m... “ I began, and paused, not sure what to say, “I have a new job, everything’s fine. No need to worry.”

  “Okay, if…” I didn’t get to hear what Anna replied, as CJ stepped across the room and grabbed the phone from my hands. The icy blonde stepped back and held the handset up in front of her, then flicked the speakerphone function on.

  “... about you.” finished Anna, her harried voice echoing through the room.

  “Hello Anna,” said CJ with a smirk.

  Anna paused and the line went silent. “Who is this? Leanne, are you still there?” she finally said.

  “My name is CJ Goddard, I’m Leanne’s employer. I can assure you that everything is fine here. Leanne is proving to be quite an accomplished employee,” she said with a lurid smirk. She was clearly enjoying this a great deal, relishing my squirming embarrassment. I wondered how far she’d go, how quickly this shrouded innuendo would become less subtle.

  “Oh,” said Anna, sounding surprised, “could you put Leanne back on please, I want to talk to her?” She sounded angry.

  “Leanne can’t come to the phone right now,” she said and flicked her finger downwards to her feet. I recognized this as signal that she wanted attention and I groaned inwardly. Despite my reluctance, despite my embarrassment, I found myself compelled to obey. I slid forward off the bed to the floor, kneeling before her. Then I bent my body at the waist and lowered my mouth to her feet, touching my lips against the soft material of her sheer pantyhose. “She’s busy with her chores,” added CJ above me. Even facing her feet and the floor, I swore I could sense the satisfied grin that spread across her face.

  “I’m not…” stuttered Anna in reply. “I don’t like this…” she started.

  “Listen, Anna, dear. There’s nothing strange happening, she’s simply working for me and busy with other tasks. Why don’t you come to visit? We’ve nothing to hide,” she purred and my heart sank. I didn’t want Anna to see me like this, kneeling before another woman, reduced to nothing more than a willing sex slave. I didn’t feel shame in my position, but I didn’t want my best friend to know about it. At least not yet.

  Anna paused again, her shock clearly evident. “O-okay,” she said, “I’ll come,” and I realized that Anna had submitted to CJ in her own way, such was the force of her personality.

  “Excellent,” replied CJ, sounding genuinely pleased, “can we expect you at six?”

  I felt a sudden rush of panic. Anna was going to come here? She was going to see me like this? A surge of vertigo swept through me and I stopped kissing my mistress’s feet, pausing with my lips on the soft warmth of her skin.

  “Sure,” continued Anna. She sounded a little confused, as though she was as surprised by the outcome of the conversation as I was. “Will you send me the address?”

  “Of course dear, I’ll have Leanne text you right away,” CJ said. “Goodbye for now,” she finished and flicked the phone with her finger, ending the call.

  I sat back on my heels and gazed up at her imploringly. “Please mistress, I don’t want…”

  “You don’t want your friend to see you like the submissive slut you are?” she said, lowering herself down to squat in front of me. She reached up and touched my cheek with her hand, a gentle caress that instantly soothed me. “Oh Leanne, I wouldn’t do anything to embarrass you. Don’t you trust me?” she said demurely, and I felt myself melting into her touch, lulled by her tone.

  “Y-yes, mistress,” I said.

  “You may wear your old uniform tonight. I don’t think it would be appropriate to meet your friend looking like my personal sex slave, do you?” she said reassuringly.

  “No, mistress,” I whispered, feeling strangely ashamed of my reluctance.

  She nodded twice, then stood, straightening her pin sharp skirt and blouse. “Very well, I’ll see you at five.”

  And with that, she turned on her heel and stalked out of the room, leaving me kneeling on the floor feeling bewildered and confused.

  The remaining hours of the afternoon raced by in the blink of an eye and I found myself increasingly agitated. I saw nothing more of either CJ or Sarah, and stayed in my room, inwardly dreading the visit of my friend.

  As six approached, I undressed from the sexy maid uniform and took a quick shower, then pulled my old, practical uniform from the closet and placed it on the bed. I sighed as I studied the sensible, black dress and the comfortable, flat shoes. It wasn’t particularly attractive, but the outfit felt nostalgic to me, an emotive relic of a simpler life. With a heavy heart, I slipped into the dress and pulled on the pantyhose, then tied the white apron around my waist. Then I sat down on the edge of the bed and closed my eyes, attempting to calm myself for the coming trial.

  The hour arrived and passed, and I began to think that maybe Anna had backed out, had decided that hearing from me was enough and she didn’t need to see any more. But just as I was beginning to relax, there was a sharp knock on the door and I sighed deeply.

  From the hallway, I hear the tap-tap of soft heels on the wooden floor, dainty steps that I recognized as Sarah’s. The large door swung open and the low buzz of friendly conversation and gentle laughter drifted into the room. I couldn’t make out the words, but I instinctively knew that Sarah was being her usual affable self, putting Anna at ease with a light touch on her upper arm or a brief flutter of her dark eyes.

  After about a minute I heard more footsteps. Then silence. I readied myself, unsure what to expect. Suddenly, a voice from the living room. “Leanne,” came CJ’s voice, “your friend is here!” She sounded, for all the world, like the mother of a teenage daughter, telling her child that a dashing prom date had arrived. And I felt just as nervous, fussing with my dress and wondering what the night would bring.

  I exhaled deeply, stood with trembling legs and composed myself. Then I stepped out into the hall and headed for the living room and my strange fate.

  Chapter 3

  Walking into the living room was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but as I saw Anna, I instantly relaxed and began to think that things might be alright after all.

  The three women were sitting down and chatting amiably. CJ in her pristine skirt suit, back perfectly straight and toned legs crossed in front of her. Sarah in her usual flowing summer dress, her dark curls pinned up behind her head, revealing the pale length of her slender neck. My employers were both focused on Anna, who sat between them, engrossed by a story that CJ was telling.

  My he
art skipped a beat as I set eyes on my best friend, a sudden wave of relief washing over me as I realized how much I’d missed her. Anna was tall, nearly as tall as CJ, and athletic, with an almost masculine beauty that was both friendly and warm and deeply sexy. Her long brown hair was held back in a ponytail and she was wearing a tight white t-shirt and powder blue shorts, with gleaming white sneakers that contrasted with the deep tan on her toned legs.

  As I entered the room, my friend looked up and caught sight of me, then leaped to her feet and bounded across the room in a handful of steps. She embraced me warmly, and I felt myself engulfed by the warmth of her hug and the strength of her arms. I glanced at CJ over Anna’s shoulder and found myself unsurprised to find my mistress smirking with amusement. Sarah, for her part, had adopted her usual blank expression.

  “Oh Leanne! It’s so good to see you!” exclaimed Anna. “I was so worried about you!” Her eyes flicked down at my body, noticing the uniform for the first time. “Love the look!” she said with a sarcastic wink.

  “I’m fine, really,” I said, feeling genuinely happy to see her, the stress of the visit fading away to virtually nothing.

  “Come sit with us,” said Anna, taking my hand, “CJ was telling me about how she and Sarah met. It’s a delightful story!” she added, and I felt a pang of jealousy that even I didn’t know this tale.

  We stepped across the room and sat down on the large couch between CJ and Sarah.

  “Oh, I think we’ve heard enough about me,” purred CJ, oozing charm and warmth. “Why don’t you tell us about Leanne? She’s really become part of the family since we took her on, haven’t you Leanne?” she added, reaching across and patting me on my knee.

  “Yes, mis-,” I began, catching myself, “Yes, CJ. I’ve been very happy here.”

  Anna looked at me quizzically, a momentary expression that faded quickly. “Well,” she began, “Leanne and I met in college. We shared a dorm room,” she said, looking at me wistfully as we both remembered those happy days.

  “You shared a room together did you?” replied CJ, a lurid smirk spreading across her face. “I bet you college girls got up to all kinds of naughtiness,” she added with a wink.

  “I… uh… yes, I guess,” said Anna, confused by the tone. “Anyway, after college, we both moved to the city and here we are.”

  CJ smiled at her, and waited for her to speak again, creating an awkward pause of silence.

  Anna glanced around, not sure what was happening, unaware that this was all part of CJ’s game, her need to control, to dominate every situation. “So… Leanne, what is it you do here?” she asked me.

  Before I could speak, CJ jumped in and answered for me. “Leanne is my housekeeper. My maid, if you like,” she said, probing and testing Anna with her words, attempting to provoke a reaction.

  “Okay,” replied Anna. “Do you let your maids speak for themselves?” she said accusingly.

  CJ smiled warmly. “Of course I do. Do you want to add anything Leanne? About your job and the kind of things you do here?” she asked me directly.

  I gasped, realizing that this situation was escalating out of control. Out of my control at least, CJ knew exactly what was happening. “No CJ, as you said, I work as your maid.”

  Anna glanced between me and CJ, a look of mounting concern on her face. “Okay guys, what’s the joke?” she said uncertainly.

  CJ sat back and crossed her hands around her knees and fixed me with a purposeful glare. “There’s no joke Anna. Leanne is simply my maid. She cleans, cooks, takes care of Sarah and me. She’s very good, very efficient, very thorough. Very … obliging.”

  Anna raised her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

  CJ touched her hand to Anna’s shapely thigh and smiled broadly. “Perhaps it’s better if I show you?” she said, and my heart sank. I squirmed in the seat, wondering what she was going to do.

  For an eternity of seconds, we sat in silence. CJ enjoying her moment of triumph, Anna utterly bewildered, unable to process what was happening.

  “Kiss Sarah, please Leanne,” CJ finally said and sat back.

  Anna and I gasped simultaneously, but for very different reasons. I looked up at my friend, meeting her gaze and feeling a pang of regret that she’d been dragged into my complicated life. “You don’t have to do this Leanne,” she said, her eyes filled with confusion and uncertainty. “Whatever this woman has done to you, we can get help, we can get you away from here.”

  I peered at her, feeling dislocated from my body, scarcely able to believe that this was happening. My pretty friend Anna, so wilful and daring, always the one to seek out new thrills and new experiences. Yet Anna belonged to my old life, the one I’d left behind when I came to live with the Goddards. Then I glanced beyond Anna to CJ, gazing at the pair of us with an air of self-assured certainty that was irresistible and impossible to ignore. She met my gaze and smiled, a viper smile that was both venomous and compelling.

  “Kiss Sarah,” she whispered, not needing to raise her voice to convey the weight of her request. I let her words spill over me, flooding my mind with an urge to obey, to submit. Then I looked back at Anna and touched her arm.

  “I… want to…” I said with as much sincerity as I could muster, then turned my body to face Sarah. The petite brunette was waiting for me, her pretty mouth parted slightly, dark red lips glistening and inviting. I leaned to her and felt her warm breath on my face, quick and urgent and brimming with desire.

  Our lips touched and I felt a jolt of electricity ripple through my body. The joy of the familiar and the forbidden thrill of this submissive display. Gone were thoughts of judgement and implication, it no longer mattered that Anna was looking on thinking goodness knows what. All that mattered now were the whims of my mistress and the taste of Sarah on my mouth. I pushed forwards with my tongue, seeking to explore the brunette and she allowed me entry, taking my tongue between her lips and meeting me with her own. My arms raised to hold her, moving without conscious thought, needing only to maximise the burning points of contact between us. My right hand wrapped her neck, slender and delicate and feverishly hot. I pulled her towards me, locking us together in our passionate dance. My left hand fell to her naked thigh and gently forced her legs apart, caressing the smooth skin and relishing the way she responded to my touch.

  As we kissed, I sensed movement behind me. “This isn’t right! What have you done to her, you bitch?” cried Anna, standing up from the couch.

  Even without looking, I swear I could sense the expression of commanding amusement as it took hold of CJ’s face, my mistress enjoying every second of this sordid display of power.

  “What have I done to her Anna?” said CJ, as Sarah’s hand lifted to my breast and began to eagerly knead that sensitive globe of flesh. “Why, I’ve done nothing that Leanne didn’t want to do herself. She’s free to leave our agreement at anytime. In fact, she could even keep her job. She’s a good maid, quite apart from her unique talents between the sheets.”

  I felt my face flush with pride, warmed by the rare praise from my mistress. I tightened my grip on Sarah, pushing my tongue against hers and sliding our lips together with frantic abandon.

  “But… I don’t…” stammered Anna. I sensed that the fight was going out of her.

  “Why don’t we leave it up to Leanne,” purred CJ. “Leanne, would you like to leave with Anna? You’re perfectly free to go, it’s entirely up to you,” she added.

  I sensed Anna turn towards me and the weight of her imploring gaze. “Come on Leanne, let’s go, let’s get you help. We can leave right now.”

  I broke off from Sarah’s mouth and turned to face Anna. Immediately, Sarah shifted her body and leaned in to my neck, kissing and licking me there, then she moved to my ear and began to nibble my earlobe with tiny nips that sent waves of pleasure through my body. I shuddered involuntarily, then raised my eyes to Anna, struggling to appear as sincere as I possibly could, wishing only to convey my genuine desires and banish any thought fro
m Anna’s mind that this was anything other than what I wanted.

  “I’m sorry Anna,” I said, surprised by the steady tone and assured certainty in my voice, “I belong to CJ and Sarah now, this is my home.”

  “But…” said Anna, shaking her head in disbelief. But there was something else, another emotion on her face, hidden deeper but bubbling to the surface in fleeting glimpses. I realized with a sudden flush that Anna was enjoying this, though she likely didn’t know it herself yet. Something in the way her eyes sparkled as she studied Sarah and me, the way her gaze flicked to Sarah’s hands as they massaged my breasts with glorious enthusiasm.

  “I think that settles it then,” said CJ from far away. “Now, sit down again please Anna. The show isn’t over yet,” she added with a supreme confidence that was so terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. I wondered what she had in store for us next, and felt the growing ball of fire in my pussy pulse and burn at the prospect.

  “Okay,” whispered Anna, her voice tiny and quiet as she yielded to the powerful blonde and her sordid whims. I felt her brush past my leg as she moved back to the sofa.

  “Sarah dear,” said CJ, “sit on Leanne’s face.”

  My heart leaped. This was a familiar request from our mistress. She enjoyed to watch her wife ride my tongue, and Sarah enjoyed it more than anything else we did together. Anna was in for quite a show.

  Reluctantly, I pulled away from Sarah’s mouth and our eyes met as we pulled apart. An unspoken signal flashed between us, a silent phrase that was equal parts love and lust. I felt unbearably close to Sarah at this moment, and longed to feel her body against mine, to explore her, inside and out. I slid off the sofa to the floor and crawled over to the thick rug that lay before the fireside. I turned around, glancing back at Anna to find her staring at me with a look of hungry puzzlement. I realized that a part of her was still resistant, still unable to process what was happening. But the looming beast of her desire was in control now, holding her in place and allowing the scene to unfold.