Evil's Niece by Melissa Macneal Page B

followed.
    It felt absolutely indecent, disrobing where I could hear the three maids’ subdued voices as they spoke with Monique. I caressed my breasts, then cupped them out towards that adjoining wall — and I suddenly imagined a window there, where I could be on display like a mannequin in a store front. And what would Chloe and Annabelle and Sylvia think about that ? Seeing the lady of the house naked, wrapping herself in filmy black lace as though she were a present for them to open.
    This thought so inspired me that I tied the lace in a very large bow over my breasts. The rest of my body remained bare, yet titillated by the furtive whisper of the fabric. And how would it feel, down there?
    Taking the longer piece hanging down from the bow, I gave myself a tentative caress. Why this sensation drove me, I didn’t know, but I shuddered so hard I fell back against the sink’s rim. I didn’t often engage in such wanton activities alone, for what did such stimulation accomplish? What proper lady aroused herself, just for — just for her own enjoyment? Because she can do it better than anyone else?
    I’d never pondered such things. Or at least before I met Monique, I hadn’t. The fantasy of standing in a store window, with Monique joining me now, licking me all over while those new maids watched us, sent my pulse into a trot. With quick fingertips I rubbed the lace against my coarse curls, parting the folds to caress that nub Monique had found with her tongue…as though it were a common thing for two women to share, like a new dessert recipe.
    Eat or be eaten. Or both, if you’re lucky!
    Desire sparkled like diamonds inside me. I rubbed fast and high, breathing in little gusts, feeling the dew pool at the rim of my hole and then run down my thighs in rivulets.
    Fearing I’d fall and attract attention, I leaned against the wall between the sink and the tub, sticking my hips out with my legs parted. I was panting. I imagined the three maids catching a glimpse of me and then coming to the window to watch. In their chaste grey uniforms, they seemed mesmerised by the lines my fingertips made around my slit.
    ‘ Look at her clitty — how it juts out to be sucked. ’
    ‘ Oh, she smells delicious — I wish she’d give me a taste. ’
    ‘ I get her first —’ this from Annabelle, the redhead ‘— because I know just how to stick my tongue up her and make her spray all over my face! ’
    Where had such thoughts come from? Never had I mouthed those filthy words or discussed such subjects! A lady simply didn’t —
    And isn’t it fun, not to be a lady at every moment? You have a secret life now!
    My head dropped back. My fingertips spread my moisture over territory that fascinated them, driving me insane with new-found need. My hips began to rock and wiggle and my insides flexed. I didn’t know whether to bring it all off with a burst, or to savour this stolen moment for as long as I could make the pleasure last.
    I was ready to let go, ready to succumb to my frantic fondling, when Monique slipped in and shut the door behind her. My God, she had seen me through the —
    ‘I wondered if my Auntie Evil wasn’t well, staying in here so long,’ she murmured. ‘But this — ooh-la-la!’
    She focused intently on my writhing, lace-wrapped hand. Her own fingers slipped beneath her short uniform, and then she slapped the rim of the tub with one booted foot, standing only an arm’s-length away.
    ‘It’s exciting to watch, non ?’ she breathed, flicking her own clit to attention with the thrum of her fingertips. ‘We can play follow-the-leader. Do what I do, ma tante . Open your hole with forked fingers — this way — and then stroke your clit from the underside.’
    Her sharp intake of breath told me the sight affected her too. I’d never watched a woman fondle herself, yet Monique was clearly experienced at it — baring her most private parts with pale fingers separating rose-coloured flesh from short black