0 comments/ 95353 views/ 1 favorites The Alternative Ch. 1 By: Chicklet Amanda flipped the envelope over again, even though she knew it was hopeless. There was no return address, no postmark, no nothing that could tell her anything about who had sent it. Someone had just slipped it in to her mailbox the previous day. Her fingers clenched the note as she re-read it for the thousandth time; no point, she knew it by heart. "I know about Keith Henderson. I know about Zane Smith. I know everything that you did with them. I know everything you got out of it." Short sentences, no major information revealed, but to Amanda, it was her nightmare coming true. In 27 years, Amanda had done very little that she wasn't proud of. In school she'd been a good student, top of her class, popular. College hadn't been any different, no drugs, no late night parties or raves, no boyfriends talking her in to things that she would regret later on. No, Amanda had been a good girl…but sometimes even the good girls falter. Sometimes the one that no one would ever think could do such a thing goes out and does it…and sometimes someone else finds out. Keith Henderson. Zane Smith. Two names that Amanda never wanted to hear again. How had anyone found out? And, more importantly, now that someone had found out, what did they want with Amanda? She put the letter on her desk and turned off the lamp. It was late, and she had work in the morning. It was time for sleep. ** At work, Amanda felt paranoid. It was not an emotion she was used to feeling. Everywhere she looked, she saw people. People she knew, people she didn't know…any of them could be the person behind the letter. When her secretary knocked on Amanda's door, she practically peed her pants. "I'm sorry, Miss Mitchell," said Susan, the secretary, "Didn't mean to scare you." Susan smiled at Amanda. "It's okay, Sue," Amanda reassured her. "I'm just jumpy." "Mr. Smith wants you to have these on his desk by Friday morning." Susan dropped a pile of files in front of Amanda. Amanda shuddered. Zane Smith, her boss. She could see the note in her mind, feel it as though it were in her hands again. Someone knew. "…And filed." Susan finished. "I'm sorry?" Said Amanda. "Geeze, Miss Mitchell, maybe you should take a lunch break." Amanda shot her secretary a look that let Susan know what she thought of that comment. "Everyone deserves a break now and then, Miss Mitchell." Susan turned and left the office, leaving Amanda alone with the files. "Maybe I will take a break," she said to herself, pushing her chair back from the desk and getting up. A nice, long, lunch break. Maybe a salad would help her regain her cool. As she was leaving the office, the phone rang. She heard Susan pick it up, the seconds later Susan buzzed in. "Phone for you, Miss Mitchell. She said it's urgent." Amanda picked up the phone. A quiet, feminine voice was on the other end. It was dark, and Amanda's brain flashed red as it said "Hello Amanda. I hope you got my note. I was thinking we could meet for lunch." "Who are you? What do you want from me?" Amanda whispered in to the receiver. She locked the office door, afraid Susan might come in and see her in her upset state. "Go across the street to Tino's Italian restaurant. Get a table for two, a booth, away from the window. Wait. I will be there in five minutes. Be there or I will go public." Amanda heard the click as the woman on the other end of the phone hung up. She took a deep breath. Her heart felt like it was beating a hundred times faster than normal. She grabbed her coat off the rack and left the office. Across the street, she got the table as instructed. Amanda paid no attention to the menu in her hand; she was busy scanning the room. She didn't know what to expect from the woman, but in an unreasonable way thought that she could spot her when she came in. However, the woman was already there. She slipped in to the booth across from Amanda before Amanda had even realized it. Amanda had been too busy scanning the doorway. "Hello Miss Mitchell," the woman said, almost insolently. "I'm so glad you could make it." Amanda looked at the woman. The woman had long black hair, pulled in to a French braid that fell far past her shoulders. Her eyes were almond shaped, dark brown, and framed by long dark lashes. She had no wrinkles, but had an ageless quality that could put her anywhere between 25 and 45. Her skin was smooth and darkish, Amanda thought she might be Native American or perhaps have a black relative some generations back. Her lips were full and painted a blood red, and they curled now into a smile, showing off a row of pearly white teeth. Amanda swallowed hard. If they were meeting in different circumstances, Amanda would be attracted to this woman. While she had never been with another girl, Amanda had felt that it would be an exciting experience, and sometimes wished that she'd had the chance to have a threesome in one of her past relationships. "My name is Caitlin Henderson," the dark woman said. "We met once, in passing, while I was with my husband, Keith." Amanda felt as though all the blood had drained from her face. She dropped the menu and scrambled to pick it up again. "I can see that you appreciate who I am," said Caitlin. "That is good. I want you to know that if you cooperate with me fully, then no one else needs to know what I know." "What exactly do you know, Mrs. Henderson?" asked Amanda. She winced at hearing the quiver in her voice. Why was she being such a coward? This woman might not know anything! Who was Amanda trying to fool, she knew that Caitlin probably knew everything, probably had proof…and was probably out for blood, as well. "In 1998 my husband and Zane Smith worked together. Their firm was doing poorly at the time, experiencing some problems about embezzling money from the clients and the two of them were being investigated. You were Mr. Smith's assistant, were you not? Anyways, Smith placed evidence in the hands of the authorities incriminating my husband. He was sentenced to prison, and he and I have had a divorce since he has been gone. I believe that Smith knew the investigation would go on until one of them was incriminated, and with your help, made sure it wouldn't be Smith himself. What I know about you, Miss Mitchell, is that you not only dug up that evidence from Smith's files, you altered it to look like it had belonged to Keith, then destroyed the evidence against Mr. Smith and testified against my husband. My husband was convicted and sentenced, but they never found the money. I did. I know that you have it." Amanda sat speechless. "You can't prove that," she said. "Yes I can. When I divorced Keith and sorted through our things, I found an old diary that he had kept during the whole ordeal. He writes about your affair with Zane Smith. He wrote it so that if anything happened to him, everyone and everything else involved would go down as well. He has copies of receipts, deposit slips, and everything I need to send you to prison for five-to-ten." Caitlin stopped and leaned back against the seat. She looked quite like the cat that got the cream. Amanda leaned back as well, folding her arms in front of her chest. "So where does this put us?" Amanda asked, gathering enough courage to look Caitlin straight in the eyes. "I want you," said Caitlin. "I have always wanted you. Ever since I met you at the company's New Years party, I've thought about how to get you. If you want me to keep quiet about this, then you will come to this address tonight. Follow the directions exactly as written, or I will go back on this. You have until then to decide what you want to do." The older woman stood up and walked out of the restaurant. Amanda looked at the card Caitlin had left. On the front an address was printed in black ink. On the back, in small, neat handwriting it said: "Wear a short skirted dress. Pumps. Nothing else. Arrive at nine." Amanda put her head in her hands. She felt like the bottom of her world had fallen out. ** In her mind Amanda had pictured the house to be some sort of gothic mansion, a gate around the large grounds with a circular driveway and bars on all three stories of windows. In reality, the house that she was approaching looked quite lovely. A modest two story home with a large porch, brightly painted, with a double garage. There were flowers in the front yard and a tall fence around the back. Amanda parked in the driveway and walked to the door. She felt quite ridiculous in the dress with no panties on, but she was afraid that Caitlin would check, and use any excuse to turn her in. This was probably just for humiliation, right? What other reason would the woman have for asking her not to wear panties or a bra. Amanda stood at the door for three whole minutes, it felt like thirty, taking deep breaths before she gathered enough gumption to ring the bell. The door opened almost immediately, Caitlin stood in the doorway. She was tall, probably about five foot ten inches, even in flat-soled shoes. She wore a casual pants suit, the wine red color going quite well with her dark features. "Won't you come in," she said, smirking at the younger girl on her porch. Amanda looked great, thought Caitlin. Just like how she'd looked when her obsession began, nearly five years ago. Amanda was a petite blonde, wispy white blonde hair cut in to a stylish pageboy. Her supple body was curvy, good-sized chest, probably about a C cup, slim waist, and wider hips, giving her a classic hourglass figure that any girl would have coveted in the 50's. Nowadays in the 21st century people seemed to think that women shouldn't have any figure at all. The women Caitlin saw on television had about as much shape as twigs. Amanda was more the type that Caitlin lusted over. Amanda's sapphire blue eyes, pert nose, and luscious lips didn't need any cosmetic enhancement. Amanda walked past Caitlin in to a sitting room done in creams. The soft carpet made it difficult to walk in her high heels but she didn't know if it would be appropriate for her to take them off. Caitlin seemed to read her puzzled mind. "Take of your shoes, Amanda," she said, walking over towards the couch. She took a seat, resting her arms on the back of the couch and crossing her legs. Amanda took the shoes off and set them next to the door. "Won't you have a seat, dear?" Amanda made as if to sit in one of the cream colored chairs. "I was thinking that you could sit on the ground, Amanda," Caitlin said, smiling. Amanda shot her a look of fire before setting herself on the ground. It was awkward, finding a comfortable position that didn't compromise the fact that there were no panties under her dress. She could feel the carpet on her naked legs, and was embarrassed to feel it through the skirt of her dress pushing against her pussy lips. The friction made her feel more than aware of her near nakedness in front of this other woman. "So," Caitlin began, "You have a choice to make, Amanda -- " "Look," Amanda interrupted. She was scared to death, but she wanted to get this over with. If she was going to be taken to prison, better today than tomorrow, right? None of the horrible anticipation she'd been feeling all day. "You got me, ma'am. You have me, now what is your silence going to cost me? I don't have much money, but what I do have, I am willing to give you. I'll do anything you ask, just please, tell me now and let it be over and done with." Caitlin smiled. "That does make it easier, doesn't it?" she smirked. "I want all of you. I want you to quit your job, get rid of your apartment, and move in with me…as, shall we say…my maid. As my maid you will obey everything I say, my word will be law. You will clean for me, shop for me, cook for me, serve me, and…well…service me." Caitlin felt like a fool, on the exterior she remained a calm, collected individual blackmailing a girl into what was practically slavery, but when she said it out loud she knew how it sounded. "Service you how?" said Amanda. Caitlin could see the genuine puzzlement on her face. "Sexually. Absolutely anything I say, you will do, or else you will go to prison." "I hardly think that this is fair," said Amanda. She got up from her place on the couch. "Prison would be temporary, how will this be better than that?" "Well," said Caitlin, "We could work something out. Lets say, oh, I don't know…two years. Two years in my service, and then you will be freed, I will give you the hard copies of all the documents and you can go on with your life." Amanda looked at the floor, where she'd been sitting a moment before. "I'm not a lesbian," Amanda said quietly. "I've never been with a woman, never even imagined it." Her heart was fluttering. That was not quite true. It had been a fantasy her whole life to be with a woman, but not something she'd seriously considered. But in this situation, where there was almost no choice involved…she could feel herself becoming a little bit moist at the idea. "I don't care if you're a lesbian or not," Caitlin said sharply. "Tell me right now or I'll go to the police tonight." "Alright. I'll do it." Amanda could hardly believe she heard herself say it. Caitlin, too, was surprised. She had worked this plan out in her head for months, but now it was actually clicking in to place. "Then kneel here, in front of the couch." Amanda walked over to the couch and knelt down on her knees, standing on them, looking up at Caitlin nervously. "Take off your dress." The dress slipped off of Amanda's body, she dropped it to the side. Now nude, she could feel all parts of her body start to blush with embarrassment. She had never been naked in front of a woman before. Her hand moved to cover her pubic mound. "Hands behind your head, dear," said Caitlin, less sharply than before now that she had the girl naked at her feet. Caitlin let her eyes roam over Amanda's body. It was more glorious than she could have imagined. The skin was flawless, pale. Goosebumps were beginning to arise as the air in the room reached Amanda's skin. The girls nipples were becoming erect, wrinkling the pink skin of the small areoles into small eraser sized buds. With her arms up behind her head the breasts were thrust forward, upward, the nipples almost offering themselves to Caitlin's hands. But Caitlin was waiting. She didn't want to wear her prize out too soon, no. She already had a plan for tonight. "Very nice," Caitlin murmured. "Very nice indeed." Amanda's pussy began to throb. This was arousing her a lot, the humiliation of being naked and exposed in front of this near stranger. She wanted more than anything for Caitlin to reach out and touch her breast. Amanda thrust her chest out more, trying to make it look enticing, but Caitlin didn't move from her place. "Now," said Caitlin, "I want you to spread your legs, knees wide apart, still kneeling. No, more, until you're almost falling over backwards." Amanda moved awkwardly to get in to this position. "Good girl. Now, take your right hand and put it between your legs. Show me your treasures, Amanda." Her hand dropped from behind her head and cautiously made its way to the furrow between her legs. Amanda took the index finger and spread her pussy lips open, letting her audience have a full view of her 'treasures.' "Take your middle finger and slide it inside your cunt for me," Caitlin purred, adjusting herself on the couch ever so slightly. Her own panties were becoming moist, and she fought the urge to finger herself while she watched Amanda play. "Yes, now, finger still sliding in and out, take your index finger and start to tease your clit. Keep your pussy lips wide open for me, though, don't let them hide you." Amanda's face felt like she was on fire, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. She stroked the inside of her pussy with her middle finger, lightly scraping the side with her nail and the soft pad of her index finger started to stroke her clit. It didn't need much urging to pop out of its hood and help out with Amanda's frustration. "Touch your breasts," Caitlin said curtly. Her breath was coming in shorter gulps as she watched the gorgeous body in front of her shaking with need. Amanda's breath was coming shorter too; Caitlin could tell that she wanted to cum. "Now, I want you to cum for me, Amanda. Fuck yourself with that finger and orgasm for me, right here, on my floor." Amanda's fingers started to go faster. Her left hands fingers twisted around her left nipple, pulling it and twisting it back around again. Her right hand worked more rapidly as well, her middle finger thrust all the way inside and her index finger twisted around, rubbing her clit with the fingernail. "Cum for me, baby. You're mine now; you're going to do what I say. When I want you to cum, you'll cum. If I want to cum, you'll lick me and fuck me until I cum. Now orgasm, baby, cum for me." Amanda whimpered and moaned, throwing her head back as her orgasm began. She could feel the flesh around her middle finger grip on to it, almost trying to pull it further inside. Her index finger slowed, but did not stop, caressing the swollen clit while Amanda's legs shook with passion. She hadn't had an orgasm this good since her last boyfriend had left her. Once the spasms had stopped, she knelt, panting, at Caitlin's feet. Her head hung down, her arms lay limply at her sides. She looked up at the woman on the couch. "Very good, Amanda," smiled Caitlin. "I think that this will work out just fine." To Be Continued… The Alternative Ch. 2 Amanda knelt next to the bathtub, rubbing soap on to her mistress' body. The skin was slick, and Amanda enjoyed sliding her hands up and down Caitlin's front, especially over the soft breasts and thighs. Caitlin lay back, eyes closed and head bent upwards, enjoying the younger woman's hands slipping up her body. A sigh escaped Caitlin's lips as Amanda soaped up the inner thighs, coming very close to touching Caitlin's burning hot pussy. "When did you lose your virginity, Amanda?" Caitlin asked softly. "Senior prom. My date and I left early, drove in his car up to the park on top of the butte in the town I grew up. We kissed for a long time, he felt me up a little bit…and then we did it, in the passenger seat." Amanda had gotten over being embarrassed by these sorts of questions. Her mistress had been 'getting to know' Amanda all weekend, sitting her down and asking her question after question about her intimate life and partners that she had had. When not being questioned by her new mistress, Amanda had worked hard cleaning the house from top to bottom, scrubbing bathrooms and floors, doing dishes and making meals. Though conversation had gotten steamy, there had been no repeats of the performance that took place Friday after meeting for the second time, no intimacies at all really. Caitlin had set some ground rules: Amanda was only to address Caitlin as Mistress, and only speak when spoken to. She was to do the housework every day without instruction, and cook three meals a day at certain times. Whenever Caitlin was in the room with Amanda, unless Amanda was specifically instructed to do otherwise, she was to remain on her knees, crawling when needed. And at all times, Amanda would be nude. The windows were always open, exposing Amanda to the outside. Amanda felt uncomfortable at first, but the house was set back a bit from the streets and trees mostly concealed the windows. Instead of feeling nervous, after a few hours she began to feel somewhat excited by the idea that any stranger could walk up to the glass and see her inside, on hands and knees, scrubbing a floor completely naked. "What is your favorite kind of sex?" Caitlin asked, lifting her leg in the water to make it easier for Amanda to reach with the washcloth. "What position, what kinds of kinks make it special for you?" Amanda thought for a moment, rubbing the soap on to her mistress' smooth leg. "Doggie style is my favorite position, I think, Mistress. I like to be fucked from behind, while the man grabs my hips, pulling me back on to him in time with his hard thrusts. I don't know about any kinks, though…I've never really tried anything." "Mm hmm…" Caitlin murmured, sitting up for Amanda to be able to reach her back. "Have you ever had sex with a woman?" Amanda blushed, lowering her head. Strands of her blonde hair fell in to her face, shading her eyes. She saw her naked breasts hanging down and outwards, almost offering themselves to Caitlin. But Caitlin seemed not to notice, her eyes not even darting down to the breasts at all. Amanda wondered if she was even interested. "No, Mistress." Caitlin rested back down in to the tub. "Have you ever thought about it?" Caitlin asked, opening her eyes to glance at Amanda. "Yes, Mistress…I've thought about it a little bit." Amanda answered softly. "And does it excite you?" "Yes, Mistress," the words were almost a whisper. "Anyone in particular?" Amanda hesitated. "Yes, Mistress…a girl I worked with. My secretary, actually." "What was she like? Tell me about her." "Her name is Susan. She's taller than I am, but not much…probably about five foot four…She's got red curly hair, green eyes…freckles, not many, just a few…she's really rather cute. Great body, curves like crazy. Slimmer than I am, though." "Did you fantasize about her often?" "Every once in a while, Mistress." Amanda began to massage Caitlin's calves. "You ever tell her?" "Tell her what, Mistress?" "Tell her that you thought she was sexy." Amanda blinked, surprised. "No, I never told her. I didn't want to act on it, I just thought that she was hot." "I think that you should have told her, Amanda," Caitlin closed her eyes again and moaned softly. "Maybe we can take care of that somehow." Amanda stopped rubbing Caitlin's legs, a little bit scared. "Did I tell you to stop, dear?" asked Caitlin patiently. The massage resumed instantly, harder than before. "I think I'll get out anyway. Grab me that towel, will you, Amanda?" Caitlin stood up in the water and took out the drain plug. Amanda wrapped the fluffy towel around Caitlin, rubbing a few places dry. She then knelt on the floor, knee's spread wide, and looked up at her mistress. Caitlin looked down at Amanda. Amanda's short blonde hair appeared windblown as usual, a good deal trying hard to get in front of Amanda's eyes. The sapphire blue eyes looked Caitlin right in the face, revealing all the mixed emotions Amanda felt at kneeling naked in front of another woman. "I think that you ought to go in to work tomorrow. Gather the things from your desk and bring them back here, tell your boss," Caitlin sneered at the thought of Zane Smith, a man who years before had caused Caitlin's own husband to go to prison. "Tell your boss that you won't be back on Tuesday, or ever again." "Yes, Mistress," said Amanda. "And I want you to invite Susan here for dinner this evening. I haven't found reason to punish you yet, but if you fail at this I will do so, and most severely." Caitlin's voice seemed colder than ever, causing Amanda's heart to pound heavily with fear. "Yes, Mistress. She will come." "Excellent. Now, come, we must get ready for bed." Caitlin walked through the door to the adjoining bedroom, Amanda crawling after her on all fours. Caitlin had set a pillow and blanket at the foot of her own bed, and for the last two nights Amanda had slept there, listening to the sound of Caitlin's soft snores. Caitlin ran her fingers through Amanda's hair, then walked to the side of the bed and crawled in. She flipped off the bedside lamp and Amanda could hear her covering herself with the blankets. Amanda felt oddly frustrated, on the floor. She wanted to be up in the bed with Caitlin. She wanted to feel the other woman's soft skin against her own. "Don't masturbate, dear," Caitlin reminded Amanda before falling fast asleep. The sound of her heavy breathing soon filled the lonely room. Amanda curled up on the floor, hugging herself for warmth, and waited for morning to come. ** Amanda woke when Caitlin put her hand on the back of Amanda's neck, warm fingers curling in to her hair and petting Amanda's head. Amanda instantly pulled herself to her knees, spreading her thighs and looking at her mistress' feet, waiting for directions. For a moment Caitlin said nothing, just looked down at the girl. She smiled and spoke. "Come with me," she said, turning towards the bathroom. Amanda followed on all fours, shivering as her knees and palms touched the cold tiles. Caitlin took care of her toilet business quickly, and then allowed Amanda to do the same. Caitlin didn't appear to be much in to water-sports, for which Amanda was very thankful. She got almost sick to her stomach thinking about what Caitlin could command her to do. With a sudden booming flow, water began to pour out of the faucet in the tub, and Caitlin ran her hand under the water, patiently waiting for it to grow warm. She flipped it to shower mode, and stepped in. Caitlin's hand motioned that Amanda should follow, so she did, stepping behind the shower curtain behind Caitlin who stood in the stream of water. Caitlin ran her hands through her own hair, getting it thoroughly wet, and lifted her arms. Amanda knew what was expected and picked up the bar of soap, beginning to wash her mistress. She ran her hands over Caitlin's underarms, and down her sides and back up the back. A shiver ran through her body as her hands connected with the smooth skin. She coated Caitlin's breasts with soap, and then helped rub off the suds, reaching around Caitlin's body, breasts touching the other woman's back. Once Caitlin's body was squeaky clean Amanda put the soap back and snatched up the bottle of shampoo, flipping the lid and squirting the thick stuff in to her palm. She spread it in her mistress' hair and massaged it into the dark strands, working up a good lather. She helped Caitlin rinse it out, careful to not let any suds near the other woman's eyes. Caitlin rubbed herself down quickly, a once over to make sure no soap remained on her body, and stepped out of the shower. "Get clean, and dry, then we'll get you dressed for work," she said, disappearing through the curtain. Amanda washed herself quickly, hands hesitating over the slit between her legs. She yearned to stroke herself, pleasure herself to the point of orgasm, but didn't want to anger Caitlin. Perversely, this deprivation was causing new states of lust for her. Amanda wanted more than anything to be invited in to the mistress' bed, to be allowed to bring Caitlin to orgasm. She shut her eyes and felt herself lightly, experimentally. Just one stroke and her clit was on fire, begging for more. She shuddered violently, tearing her hand away and flipping the water to cold. The icy water cooled her desires, and she stepped out of the shower. She dried herself briskly with the towel and got down on her hands and knees to crawl back in to Caitlin's bedroom. Caitlin was standing in front of the closet, sorting through clothes. Amanda crawled to her feet and knelt to the side, looking at the floor. "I think that this will do," she said, holding out a dress on a hanger. "Yes, this should be just fine. Why don't you stand up and we'll get this dress on you?" Amanda stood, hanging her arms at her side, looking at the dress. It was a simple black thing, sleeveless with a V-neck and a slit up the long skirt designed to show off a big of leg. It was very tasteful, Amanda thought. She wouldn't mind wearing it at all. Caitlin handed Amanda the dress and Amanda took it in her arms, waiting for undergarments. "Just put it on, dear," said Caitlin patiently. Amanda hesitated. She had never appeared in public without underwear. Her first similar experience had been Friday when she had come to this house with none on. She shrugged and slipped the dress over her head. The cotton fabric rubbed against her nipples deliciously, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her loins. Her pussy began to feel hot, and Amanda pushed her thighs together to try to control the feeling's rushing through her body. Once dressed, Amanda put her hair into a ponytail at the back of her head, and she and Caitlin left the house. Caitlin drove to the office building that Amanda still technically worked in, and parked outside. "I'm going to wait at Tino's. Once you have gathered your things, and invited Susan to dinner, meet me there. Don't take too long." Amanda stepped out of the car. The chilly air caused her nipples to become erect, standing out against the fabric. "Yes, Mistress," she practically whispered in to the car. She slammed her door, and walked to the building. It was 10 AM and the building was full of people. Secretaries walked from office to office delivering papers, and other employees bent over their desks writing furiously on pieces of paper. Some people were on the phone, and some people were laughing together. "Miss Mitchell!" Amanda turned towards the voice and saw the redheaded girl rushing towards her. "Where have you been, Miss Mitchell? You were supposed to be in a meeting an hour ago! Mr. Smith has been calling me all morning. We have to get you down there, quickly!" Susan turned towards the elevator, expecting Amanda to follow. "Wait a second, Susan," said Amanda. "I don't have time for the meeting right now. I've decided to," she swallowed, "I've decided to quit. I'm only here to get my things and leave my letter of resignation on Mr. Smith's desk." "Oh, no!" Susan exclaimed. "Oh, Miss Mitchell, I'm so sorry to hear that!" Susan's eyes began rimming with tears. "I love working with you so much! Is there anything we could figure out to get you to stay?" "I'm afraid not, Sue," Amanda said softly. She put her arm around the girl, touching her for the first time since their handshake when Susan had been hired. "I liked working with you, too. Just because I won't be working here anymore…well…we can still be friends, can't we?" "Miss Mitchell, that is so nice of you. I would love to be your friend." Susan smiled happily, the tears in her eyes making them shine brightly. "Would you like to come to dinner tonight?" Amanda asked. "I would love to!" said Susan. "Just tell me where and when!" Amanda went in to her office, beckoning Susan to follow. Susan stood beside her at the desk while Amanda scribbled down an address. "We'll be expecting you at seven," she said, handing the paper to Susan. "We?" Susan asked. "Yes, I'm living with a friend of mine. She'll be there, too. I think you'll like her, she's very nice," Amanda trailed off, feeling uncomfortable about trying to describe Caitlin. After all, she still knew nothing about the woman. Susan agreed to come, and helped Amanda clear her desk. Amanda wrote a quick letter on her computer, printed it out, and asked Susan to give it to Zane Smith as soon as possible. "I'd be happy to, Miss Mitchell," she said. "Thank-you, Sue. I have to get going now, I'll see you tonight?" Susan nodded and watched her former boss walk out of the office with the box of papers and private things. Amanda carried the box outside and across the street to the restaurant where Caitlin was waiting. The air once again chilled her nipples, exciting her. Her pussy began to grow hot and moisture began to appear on her thighs. She wished she was wearing underwear, and imagined her juices dripping down her bare legs. Soon she was inside, seated across from Caitlin with the box next to her on the seat. "Did she agree?" asked Caitlin. "Yes, ma'am," said Amanda. "She'll be there at seven." "Excellent," said Caitlin. "I ordered you a salad." Amanda shifted in her seat. She could feel the fabric of her dress pressing against her pussy lips. "Uncomfortable, dear?" asked Caitlin slyly. "Do you need to go to the bathroom?" Amanda nodded. "I want you to go to the restroom and sit in the stall, and I want you to touch yourself. I want you massaging that pretty little pussy of yours until you are on the brink of your climax. But don't cum; I don't want you to have an orgasm. When you are mad with desire and teetering on the brink I want you to come back here. Understand?" Amanda nodded again, flushed with the idea of doing such a thing in a public place. "Then go!" commanded Caitlin, motioning towards the restroom door in back of the restaurant. Amanda slipped out of the booth and headed slowly for the bathroom. She felt like all eyes in the room were on her, and if she rushed they might know what was going on. "Stop being silly," she told herself. "They don't know what's going on." Nonetheless, she avoided eyes as she slipped through the swinging door. The bathroom was small, with only two stalls and one sink. Amanda chose the one furthest from the door and locked herself inside. She bunched her dress up around her hips, and sat on the toilet with knee's spread wide apart. Holding the black dress in one hand, she slowly slipped her other hand between her thighs, caressing the soft skin there. She began to massage the lips, teasing her pussy, and moved up to the clit. "Time to get down to business," she thought. Her middle finger stroked her nub, rubbing it gently. The finger moved in circular motions. A soft moan escaped from her lips as she began to rub harder. She pressed down on her clit, running her finger back and forth across it and the surrounding skin. Her hips began to move, and she felt her body opening up, grasping for something to enter her. Amanda shut her eyes tightly, and moaned again. She dropped the dress, moving her second hand down to the area and slipped two of her fingers in to her slightly moist pussy. She was not very wet, but still very close to coming. While she pumped her fingers in and out of her cunt, Amanda wondered if Caitlin would know if she came. How would she be able to tell? There wasn't any way, was there? She didn't know if she ought to risk it, and in the end settled on the idea that this denial was rather arousing. Amanda pictured Caitlin, naked. She imagined herself next to the bathtub, bathing her mistress, rubbing her mistress' beautiful tanned breasts. She could practically feel them under her hands, molding to her fingers as she squeezed them lightly. With a start, Amanda realized that she had reached the brink of orgasm. Every touch to her clit sent a shiver through her body, a warning of things to come. Her hands slipped away from the region, gripping the sides of the toilet. She sat there, breathing heavily, fighting for control. Shutting her eyes lightly, she moved her finger back over her clit, flicking it lightly. The pleasure it promised was almost too tempting, so Amanda stood up before she lost her head again and unlocked the door. Amanda walked over to the sink and turned the water to cold. Water filled her cupped hands, and she splashed it on her face. The icy fluid helped cool her flushed cheeks, but the heat in her loins remained. Slowly, methodically, she washed her hands under the cold water and walked back out towards her table. As before, she felt as though all eyes were on her. "They know what I was doing in there," she thought to herself. "Could they hear me moaning through the walls?" Heat rose to her cheeks again, embarrassed at the very thought of anyone hearing her in the bathroom. She was relieved to find herself sitting across from Caitlin again. "Did you do as you were told, pet?" asked Caitlin, smirking at Amanda's flushed cheeks. Amanda nodded. "Yes, ma'am," she said demurely. She glanced through the corner of her eyes to the other guests, wondering again if they knew what was going on in the booth. "Very good. Go ahead and eat your salad. We have a long day ahead of us." ** Dinner was almost ready. The whole house was filled with the scent of Amanda's cooking. Caitlin had told her to bake chicken, and she had gone from there to create a recipe from the different spices and foods in the kitchen. The table was set for three with silver and china, wine glasses and cloth napkins. A vase filled with flowers cut fresh from the garden was set in the center, and the small glass chandelier filled the dining room with dim light, offering it an almost romantic setting. Amanda smoothed an imaginary wrinkle out of the knee length skirt she wore, watching Caitlin inspect the table. "Excellent, Amanda," Caitlin said, nodding her head. Relief spread through Amanda's body. She was pleased that Caitlin found no fault in her decorations. For reasons she could not fathom, she desperately wanted her mistress to be happy with her. The sound of the doorbell filled the room, and Caitlin motioned that Amanda should answer the door. Amanda walked slowly towards the door and swung it wide open, smiling at the girl on the porch. "Hi, Miss Mitchell," said Susan shyly. "I brought wine. I didn't know what we were having, so I just brought white. It's my favorite." "Thank you. And please, Susan, call me Amanda." Amanda took the offered bottle. Susan swept past Amanda in to the warm house, looking around at the décor. "This is a nice place," Susan commented. "Thank you," said Caitlin, stepping out of the dining room in to the entryway. "I'm Caitlin, by the way. This is my house, Amanda has been staying with me." The Alternative Ch. 2 "How do you do?" Susan offered her hand and Caitlin shook it gently. "I think our dinner is ready," Caitlin said. "Why don't we sit down? Amanda, would you mind bringing it out?" "Of course," Amanda nodded, walking in to the kitchen. Amanda took the chicken out of the oven, checked that it was indeed done, and slipped it on top of the stove while she carried out a bowl of couscous and dish of green beans. The chicken was brought in and placed on a potholder, and Amanda pulled a chair to sit down next to Susan. Caitlin took a bottle opener and popped the cork out of the wine bottle, letting it air for a few minutes. She poured each of them a glass and leaned back to begin sipping hers. Susan began eating her food in tiny, precise bites, while Amanda moved hers around her plate. It made her very nervous, sitting here, not knowing what Caitlin had planned but only assuming it involved telling Susan about Amanda's fantasies. She thought that maybe a long drink of the wine would make her feel a bit better, so she picked her own glass up and took a swallow. "How long have you worked with Amanda?" Caitlin asked Susan. Susan looked up and smiled. "Not too long. I've been working there since I got out of school last spring, and I'm really hoping to find more of an executive type job in the future." "Do you have a boyfriend?" Caitlin smiled innocently. Susan seemed to hesitate. The change in conversation was slightly unexpected. "No," she answered. "I haven't been seeing anyone for some time now." "Are you not looking, or has it just not come up?" "It hasn't really come up. I don't mind being single…truth be told, this is the first time I've been single in a long time. I'm sort of enjoying the freedom." "I haven't seen anyone since my divorce," said Caitlin, swirling the wine around in her glass. "That's one of the reasons that having Amanda around is so refreshing." If Susan wondered about this comment, she didn't show it, but continued to eat her food. The three ate their dinners with a small amount of polite conversation. Amanda poured herself another glass of wine when she was done, and inquired if anyone else would want some. After filling the other two glasses, the women sat back and sipped, listening to the music Caitlin had turned on in the background. "I have to admit, Susan," Caitlin started. "There is a reason I asked Amanda to invite you here today." Amanda choked on her wine, but recovered quickly. "Oh?" asked Susan. "Yes. You see, Amanda has agreed to stay with me for a while, as a servant. We have worked out an arrangement that is beneficial to the both of us and keeps her in my service for two years. While she is working for me, I would like to have her…" Caitlin paused, searching for words. "I would like to have her expand her horizons. She admitted to me this morning that one of her fantasies has been to be with a woman. I am wondering if you would help us out, and be that woman." Susan's eyes grew wide, and her mouth stretched into a catlike grin. She turned to Amanda. "Really?" Susan asked. Amanda's face felt like fire. Her cheeks grew bright pink and she tried to smile, failing. "Yes," she said. "I'm flattered," said Susan, her smile growing even bigger. "Of course I would love to help out. I've thought about you, too, Amanda." Caitlin smiled warmly. "Excellent!" she said. "Shall we go upstairs?" Susan practically jumped up, but Amanda hesitated. She didn't know if she could do this. Not now, not here, not with her former secretary. "You aren't going to start to give me problems now, are you, Amanda? If you go back on our deal I can still go to the police, you know. I think they'll still be interested in what I have to tell them." Amanda stood up slowly, hanging her head in defeat. Caitlin led the way up the stairs, Susan close behind and Amanda trailing at the end of the line. She felt as though the steps were leading to a certain death. Her fear was at its peak and she was almost to the point of panicking. They followed Caitlin in to the master bedroom. It was bright, the overhead light as well as two bedside lamps on, causing almost a glare in the mirrors on the walls. Caitlin sat down in a chair near the bed. "Why don't you get us started and take off that blouse," Caitlin asked Amanda. Amanda nervously fumbled with the buttons, hanging her head as she exposed her bare breasts. "May I?" asked Susan, stepping close to her. Amanda nodded and Susan reached up, touching the breasts softly underneath the fabric. Amanda slipped her blouse off her arms, and let it slide to the ground. Susan flicked the nipples lightly, watching them wrinkle and grow hard. She smiled and tweaked one softly. Amanda couldn't suppress a groan as the stimulation spread straight down between her legs. The desire that had been denied earlier that day was back, her pussy heated up and she could feel the moisture gathering there. "Take the skirt off, Amanda," directed Caitlin from the chair. She was smiling, enjoying the conflict on Amanda's face as she fought between obeying and running away. Soon the skirt was on the floor, kicked aside, and Amanda stood nude at the foot of the bed in front of Susan. Susan continued to tease the taller woman's erect nipples. Amanda was sure that the other two women could smell her arousal, and she fought back her moans as Susan massaged her breasts. Susan dropped her hands and began unbuttoning her own blouse, slowly exposing the lacey black bra and began to unhook the clasp in back. She slid out of her slacks and panties, and Amanda soaked in the sight of her slim naked body. She reached out and ran her hand along Susan's arm, surprising herself. "Lay down on the bed, Susan," said Caitlin. Susan climbed on the bed and rested her head on the pillows. She spread her legs expectantly and watched as Amanda stared at her pussy. Amanda had never seen a pussy before except in her fantasies, and was surprised at the way it opened up like a flower. She could see the tiny clit begin to pop through the flesh, and longed to touch it with her fingers. "Amanda," said Caitlin. "Start to lick her. Lick your way up her thighs; spread your tongue as far as it can go. I want your mouth to touch every inch from her knees to her pussy lips, understand?" Amanda nodded and lowered her head. She stuck her long tongue out and began to flick the skin on the back of Susan's knee with the tip, climbing on to the bed and working her way up to the center of Susan's legs. "Good girl. Now lick her clit. I want to hear her moan." Amanda's tongue moved up the flesh to Susan's clit. Susan lifted her hips expectantly and moaned softly as Amanda stabbed at it with her tongue. "Lock your lips around it, Amanda. Suck it." Susan moaned louder as Amanda did as she was told, sucking the clit softly, rolling it around on her tongue. The scent of Susan's pussy filled Amanda's nose, and she could feel her own body responding to Susan's arousal. She spread her legs, unconscious of the lewd way she splayed herself open for Caitlin's gaze. Amanda's teeth nibbled on the clit lightly. Susan raised her hips towards Amanda's face. "Now move down, pet. I want you to lick her lips, all of them. Suck on them, clean those juices off with your tongue." Amanda hesitantly moved her mouth down, opening her lips and taking Susan into her mouth. She locked her lips around the flesh and nibbled at it slightly with her tongue. "Burry your tongue in that pussy, Amanda," said Caitlin. "I want to be able to hear Susan's pleasure." Amanda stuck her tongue in to the wet hole, lapping at the inside of it. Despite her fears, she was enjoying the sour taste and fleshy texture, and could feel her own pussy becoming warm. Her knees spread further apart. Her back arched, thrusting her buttocks into the air and her pussy back further, opening even wider for Caitlin to see the wet flesh there. "Are you hot, Amanda?" asked Caitlin. Her mouth busy, all Amanda could do was grunt in response. "Go ahead and touch yourself, dear," Caitlin said. Amanda's hand moved down to her open pussy and began to tease her own clitoris. She rubbed it with the tip of her middle finger, and was soon moving her hips rhythmically. Her mouth worked busily at Susan's pussy, lapping at it with enthusiasm. Susan was moaning in pleasure, and thrusting her hips up to Amanda's face. Amanda sensed that the girl wanted more, and slid her tongue up the slit to Susan's clit. Her free hand moved up between Susan's legs and she easily slipped two fingers into the sopping hole. Susan groaned again, and Amanda began to pump her fingers in and out. She pumped them lightly, pulling them out until they were almost free, and then pushing them back in slowly. "Oh, god," whimpered Susan. She began to buck her hips towards Amanda's hand, trying to get the fingers further up inside her. Amanda pushed her hand further inside Susan's body, pushing them all the way up and twisting her hand, causing more moans. Her own hand continued rubbing her hard clit, the teasing of earlier turning earnest as she neared orgasm. Susan's legs moved up and wrapped around Amanda's head, locking Amanda's mouth to the pussy. "Make her cum, Amanda," said Caitlin softly. Amanda sucked hard on the clit, tugging it, flicking it with her tongue. Her hands began to thrust rapidly into Susan's pussy. Wet noises filled her ears, and she felt the legs around her head tighten. Susan gasped, and her whole body tensed. The bucking stopped with her hips lifted off the bed, soft shudders moving through her entire body. Amanda's own body reached its peak and she groaned into the softness around her face. Her body began to clench and she shuddered with the force of the orgasm. Her mouth continued sucking at Susan's clit, and her hand pounded into Susan's pussy. Susan whimpered and then relaxed, falling onto the bed. Amanda lifted her head up to look at the other girl. Susan's eyes were closed, a smile etched on her lips. "Very good, Amanda," said Caitlin. "With a little practice I think you'll become an excellent little cunt-sucker. Now let's get cleaned up." Amanda rolled off the bed, following her mistress into the bathroom.