Maid Service (13 page)

“Businessmen, professionals, all sorts,” he explained. “Nearly always middle-aged but with a few older, retired gentlemen. We get a surprisingly high proportion of teachers.”

Sophie responded with a nervous nod and it was Violet who carried on.

“She'll be fine. She's just a bit nervous, but she likes a daddy figure to do the spanking and she's okay for girlie shows.”

“That's always good,” Peter said. “Are you going to come to the next one, Violet? And if so …”

He trailed off, leaving her to state the obvious, that if she attended she would expect to be on the receiving end.

“Yes, I know,” she sighed. “I take it too, at the end, once the old bastards have had their fun with the others.”

“Good girl,” Peter answered. “Karen?”

“Piss off,” Karen replied, joking but firm. “I do the door, as usual.”

“Colonel Yates offered her three-hundred for a one-to-one,” Violet remarked. “I really thought she was going to go for it, and if he wasn't such an old perv, I reckon she …”

“Shut up, Violet, or you're going to get it right now!” Karen interrupted.

“You and whose army?” Violet asked.

Peter was grinning, but took the mug of tea Karen had made and moved out of range. He was used to the girls' playful attempts to dominate each other and had always hoped the situation would escalate beyond threats to some real chastisement. It never did, but Sophie was looking interested if also a little alarmed.

“Ignore them,” Peter advised. “Karen hasn't got the guts to go for it in case she loses, and Violet's not really mean enough.”

“I've got the guts to take care of her, believe me,” Karen laughed. “In fact I think I should, at the end of the next party. A good spanking first, then maybe queen her in front of all those men.”

Violet shrugged. “Fine, as long as I can do the same to you.”

“I,” Karen stated, “am dominant. Pure. Dominant.”

“You,” Violet replied, “are lucky I believe in consent, or you'd be getting your ass tanned right now, knickers down, in front of Peter and Sophie.”

Karen had begun to flush and quickly turned away, making a deliberate performance of checking the temperature of her tea. Violet allowed a smile to play over her lips for an instant, then changed the subject.

“So who have we got, Peter?”

“Michelle, of course,” Peter answered. “You two, with Karen on the door, Tia and probably Davina.”

“Five girls then, at least for spanking, and how many men?”

“I don't know. There was a lot of interest, but some of those who were at the club might well back out because of the raid. We'll see.”

“You should include some wrestling,” Sophie suggested. “That would be popular.”

“Gentleman spankers are usually very specific about what they like,” Peter told her. “But it might work at the club, if I ever manage to get it running again. Are you volunteering?”

“Maybe,” Sophie answered. “As long as I can choose who I get to wrestle against. What did you say you were going to do to Violet, Karen? Spank her and queen her? What's queening?”

“When you sit on somebody's face,” Karen answered. “Usually for a lick, but sometimes to humiliate them too.”

“And you do that?” Sophie asked, her voice soft and rich with curious excitement.

“Not with men,” Karen answered. “It's too intimate. With girls, maybe, in the right situation. I like to get my bum in a pretty face.”

“Michelle's usually,” Violet put in. “It's fun, Sophie, you should try it.”

Sophie didn't answer, but her face was even redder than when she'd been made to show off her ass, and she didn't seem to know where to look.

“Don't mind me,” Peter put in. “I'm not saying I wouldn't like to watch, but I'll leave if you prefer.”

“Sophie?” Violet asked gently.

Sophie responded with the faintest of nods and Peter felt his cock pulse as she did so. He was so used to the club and parties that even the dirtiest cabarets and the most revealing of spankings provided no more than a gradual arousal. But there was something special about Sophie's manner, innocent yet undeniably dirty at the same time—special
and
familiar.

“Are you a convent girl, Sophie?” he asked.

“Yes, how did you know?”

“Just a guess. So, um … are you two going to wrestle, or just get straight to the queening?”

“I'd like to wrestle,” Sophie offered.

“What if you win?” Karen asked. “Violet's supposed to be your mentor, and you're going to have trouble looking up to her once you've sat on her face.”

“She's not going to win,” Violet answered, “and besides, I didn't need to stand on my dignity in order to be dominant.”

“Suit yourself,” Karen answered, “and here's hoping you lose.”

Sophie merely shrugged.

“Shall we adjourn to the living room?” Peter suggested, keen to make sure that this unexpected spectacle of female wrestling didn't stall. “I'll move the furniture.”

He quickly cleared a space in the center of the tiny living room, barely large enough for the two girls to wrestle in, let alone with spectators, but none of them seemed to mind. Karen perched herself on the sofa, her expression amused and disdainful as Violet and Sophie came to stand face to face in the clear area, while Peter stayed back in the doorway and appointed himself referee.

“No biting, no scratching, nothing vicious,” he advised. “Or you go over my knee. Hair pulling is allowed and you fight to a submission. Best out of three and the winner gets to queen the loser.”

“For each submission,” Karen added. “That way we're more likely to see Miss Violet there get a faceful of bottom.”

“At least I've got the guts to take the risk,” Violet said as she and Sophie began to circle warily in the center of the carpet.

“You love it, you dirty bitch,” Karen answered.

Violet ignored the comment, her eyes fixed on Sophie's as she moved slowly sideways, then darted forward to grapple. Sophie went down with a squeak of surprise and was turned on her back in an instant, her arms pinned to her sides and Violet straddling her neck. She seemed shocked and only kicked a little before going limp, which struck Peter as a rather pathetic effort even for a girl who quite liked the idea of having her face sat on. Still, Violet had clearly won the first round.

“Do you submit?” he asked Sophie, who responded with a rueful nod.

“Then stay down,” Violet said and relaxed her grip.

Sophie did as she was told, lying passive on the floor, her eyes wide and her mouth a little open. Her lower lip was trembling and she looked frightened as Violet swung her body around, to kneel astride the defeated girl's head. As she knelt, Violet lifted her bottom high, to make sure Sophie got a good view of what was about to settle onto her face. Slowly, she lifted her short rubber skirt to show off her knickers, also in black rubber and so tight across her firm little bottom that it looked as if she'd sat in a puddle of tar. Sophie swallowed and turned her head aside. But instinctively she seemed to know that was not the done thing and, almost in spite of herself, she turned back quickly as Violet began to sink down slowly, stopping with the taut rubber seat of her fetish panties just an inch or so above Violet's face.

“Kiss it,” Violet demanded. “Kiss my ass.”

Again Sophie swallowed, hesitant, her expression working between defiance and submission. Then she'd done it, puckering her lips to plant a single, firm kiss on the seat of Violet's black rubber knickers.

“Good girl,” Violet said, and sat down.

Peter gave his cock a sneaky squeeze as Violet settled her rump onto Sophie's face. He was hard, and getting harder as he watched the beaten girl humiliated. Sophie began to squirm as Violet's rubber clad bottom smothered her face, Sophie's fingers clutching at the carpet, but still she made no real effort to escape, suffering her undignified fate in meek surrender until Peter finally spoke up.

“And that, Sophie, is a queening. Come on, round two.”

Violet dismounted and the girls had quickly faced off against each other once more. This time Sophie put more effort into fighting, grappling Violet and struggling valiantly to stop herself from getting pinned down. Although it was quite obvious that she lacked her opponent's strength or skill. Despite her best efforts Sophie was soon on her back again, her face straining as she tried in vain to prevent herself from being pinned to the carpet.

“I submit,” she sighed. “You're too strong for me.”

“Yes,” Violet said happily. “I am, and now for some real fun.”

She swung around as before, tugging up her tight skirt and presenting her rubber clad bottom, allowing Sophie to admire the view for a long moment before Violet began to settle down, pushing the taut black rubber moons closer and closer until it was she more than an inch from Sophie's face. But Violet had something more in store.

“This time, Sophie, I will queen you with my naked flesh,” Violet warned, her voice cruel and wanton as she begun to wriggle the tight rubber panties down over her bottom.

Sophie responded with a sob, watching in fascinated consternation as her tormentor's bottom came bare, her eyes fixed on the rounded little cheeks, on the deeply cleft slit between, and on the winking eyelet of Violet's anus. But even through worried lips, the tip of Sophie's tongue had emerged, as if she'd already resigned herself to the fact that she would be made to lick in the most intimate place, and in the most intimate way.

“Kiss my asshole,” Violet demanded.

“Dirty bitch,” Karen put in, but there was as much passion in her voice as in Violet's.

“I … I …,” Sophie began, stuttering. “Not your asshole, Violet … no … oh God, I'm going to do it …”

Her head had come up as her words broke off. Her lips puckered and she'd done it, kissing Violet's anus. As her lips pressed to the tiny, secretive aperture something inside Sophie seemed to snap. Her tongue came out and she'd begun to lick, pushing deep into the hot little circlet. Her willful tongue, busy and keen, was a cruel irony in contrast to her screwed up face which seemed to portray very real misery and humiliation. Violet couldn't see, but she could feel, crying out in bliss and wriggling her bottom down onto Sophie's face, eager for more as she began to speak.

“Oooh, you lovely little bitch! Go on, right in …” she gasped. “Lick me, Sophie … give me a good, long lick. That's a good girl …”

Sophie didn't need telling, her hands now gripping Violet's thighs, her face smothered between the round little bottom cheeks and her tongue obedient and deep. Violet responded enthusiastically, pressing all of her slick and intimate pleasure points into Sophie's face. Peter moved a little to get a better view, squeezing his cock once more and wondering if he dared take it out. The two girls didn't seem to care, lost in ecstasy and—in Sophie's case—in shame as well. Karen seemed entranced, but suddenly her eyes locked on him.

“Go on, Peter, take it out,” she ordered. “Come and sit next to me.”

Peter responded, not sure what she intended to do, but desperate for any feminine attention that might arise from this moment. Violet and Sophie took no notice at all as he pulled his erection free of his fly, but his eyes stayed firmly fixed upon them as he sat down beside Karen. She took hold of his cock, masturbating him in a detached, almost contemptuous manner as they watched the show. Sophie's tongue was working in the velvet softness of Violet's anus, licking, then pushing into the hole; kissing, then pushing up once more, seemingly as much for her own deliberate degradation as to give pleasure to another. Violet was no less abandoned, sitting up straight on Sophie's face, queening her in style, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her eyes closed and her mouth wide. For a long moment she gave in to her regal bliss, before suddenly bending forward.

Sophie's panties were pulled off in an instant, baring her pussy to Violet's tongue as Violet deigned to return the pleasure she'd received by settling into a beautiful sixty-nine. Each woman licked at the other, seemingly oblivious to anything else. Karen gave Peter a wicked grin and nodded to where Violet's prettily spread legs showed off her open, juicy cunt and slickened, half open anus—each as ripe and as ready for penetration as the other.

“Go on,” Karen urged. “Fuck her … she'll love it.”

“I'm not …,” Peter began doubtfully, but Violet had lifted her head to utter a single, plaintive word from between sticky lips.

“Please …”

Karen held Peter's cock as he rose, guiding him between Violet's cheeks to rub the bulbous knob in her slit and over her cunt. Sophie gave a curious choking noise, maybe resentment, maybe capitulation, but as Karen pushed Peter's cock to her mouth she took it in, sucking no less eagerly than she'd been licking Violet's cunt a moment before. Peter began to fuck her mouth, pushing deep to make her gag as his balls squashed pleasingly into her face, only for Karen to pull him free once more, putting his cock to the mouth of Violet's cunt as she spoke.

“Go on, fuck her … fuck the dirty little slut.”

Violet gave no objection and Peter pushed his cock in deep, sheathing his full length in hot, wet girl flesh with his balls still rubbing in Sophie's face as she continued to lick at the carnality surrounding her. Karen had begun to laugh, a sound cruel and indifferent as she masturbated Peter in and out of her friend's pussy. He was on the edge of orgasm and pulled back, ready to finish himself off over Violet's upturned rump, but Karen spoke up once more.

“Up her ass, Peter … stick it in her ass,” she hissed.

She'd kept her grip on his cock, now pressing it to Violet's anus, which began to spread around his bulbous tip.