"You missed that spot as well" Odette's mistress Thérèse
yawned, lazily pointing out the smudge high up on the glass windows.
"My apologies mademoiselle" Odette sighed, trying to reach
the indicated panel with her mop. This had been hard enough when she
still had both her arms; trying to reach that high with one arm became
a tricky balancing act. "And don't exert our body so much, a lady
like myself isn't supposed to sweat". Odette gave her mistress
a semi-apologetic smile, trying to calm her patience. "Yes mademoiselle".
Ever since the operation after Thérèse's tragic car accident,
they had been inseparable. "Can't you just scrub a little more
elegantly or something? At this rate I won't be able to keep us from
transpiring much longer". "I'll... do my best, mademoiselle".
Inseparable, because to save the life of her mistress she had volunteered
to share her body in order to keep Thérèse alive. Two
heads on their shoulders, Thérèse's to her right, each
controlling their own half of what was otherwise a normal body, the
surgeon boasting he had combined the best of both, whatever that was
supposed to mean. Somehow, she imagined conjoined life would be so much
different than this; while her family received ample financial compensation,
it only seemed natural Thérèse would be forced to drop
her princess attitude sooner or later. "Oh, stop fussing on those
smudges already... there's less than two hours remaining before tonight's
banquet, and I shall not be late, is that understood?" "Yes
mademoiselle" Odette sighed. Any day now...
Thérèse checked her watch, growing more impatient with
each passing minute. In a way, it was good she was able to oversee Odette's
work at all times now - it was clear the girl could benefit greatly
from her coordination. But watching her clean was just too boring, and
she really didn't appreciate the physical exertion; even though she
worked hard to do as little as possible to keep them cool, their slight
transpiration made her long for the hot bath she had scheduled before
heading off to tonight's banquet. "You'd better not get drunk again
tonight, I suspect they're still talking about that incident
at Josephine's birthday" she warned, inspecting the now impeccable
nails on her hand - it had taken hours and hours of expensive manicure
to get them back in shape after the years of abuse Odette had subjected
them to. "Mademoiselle knows I'm really bad with alcohol... if
mademoiselle wouldn't drink so much herself, I wouldn't-". "WHAT!?
How dare you insinuate that I, Thérèse Renée
de Walbourge, a lady of impeccable class and dignity, drink excessively
to soothe my social anxiety?! I cannot tolerate such impudence! Collect
your belongings and depart this mansion, you're FIRED!!" she declared,
pointing angrily at the doorway. With a thin smile, Odette offered her
the long mop, the soapy water dripping down its pole, and she looked
away in distaste. "...after you finish with the windows, of course.
And I shall be needing a bath afterwards". "Certainly mademoiselle"
Odette nodded with another impudent sigh.
Drafting the bath in the bathing hall a short while after, Odette quietly
hoped Thérèse would cut down on the booze that night.
It was bad enough Thérèse had continued to treat her as
her maid at her friend's meal, insisting to Josephine that servants
never eat with their employers; while their shared stomach ensured she
hadn't gone hungry, she would've loved to at least taste some of the
delicious-smelling food. But Thérèse quaffing glass after
glass of wine had quickly given her something else to worry about -
while Thérèse seemed quite used to the stupor it put them
in she herself had never been a big drinker. They became quite a spectacle
leaving the dining hall, their rehearsed left-right coordination entirely
gone, swaggering through the room nearly tripping over their own feet
while Thérèse frantically bickered which feet came first.
Despite Thérèse's seeming impression, most of the other
guests had been understanding of their situation, but when she started
publicly reassuring everyone that she would sack her maid the minute
they got home, it had become too comical for even the well-mannered
crowd to keep a straight face. "Our bath is ready mademoiselle"
she concluded as she sampled the water temperature one last time. "Here,
doesn't Matthieu Liebenthal look dreamy? He's going to be at the banquet
tonight as well" Thérèse shoved her glossy magazine
she had been reading under her nose with a smile, and Odette finally
realized why she had been feeling so frisky - Thérèse's
hormones were playing up again.
"Mmmm... thank goodness for hot baths after a hard day's work,
don't you agree?" Thérèse sighed happily, lazily
stirring the water with her hand while their body soaked. "Indeed,
mademoiselle..." Odette whispered contently at her side, and Thérèse
blinked with indignation. "You're supposed to be washing us, not
just enjoying the bath!" "My apologies, mademoiselle"
Odette sputtered - such a lazy girl she was. Watching Odette prepare
the soapy sponge, Thérèse relaxed again, gazing down her
arm and leg - their body had turned out surprisingly well, not a single
scar visible on their unblemished skin. She was certain they had her
own smooth legs, such elegance could've never come from a working class
girl as Odette... but their breasts were certainly not hers.
She had loathed the way Odette's big breasts bounced at first, there
was just nothing... sophisticated about them. But they filled out her
dresses quite generously now, and the gentlemen in her life had certainly
noticed; ever since the surgery, her larger breasts had suddenly made
her the center of attention. Men, such simple creatures... Matthieu
Liebenthal wouldn't be quite that shallow, would he? She could see him
now, mesmerized by her ample chest, running his strong hands over her
sensitive skin, softly squeezing her nipples just like this.
The water sloshed in the bathtub as Odette was gently shampooing her
hair, her own hand acting out her daydream...
"Ahh..." they both moaned, then stared at each other in surprise.
"W-what is the meaning of this? What kind of perverted thoughts
are you entertaining to arouse our body like this, filling my mind with
uncouth fantasies?!" Thérèse shot up in the bathtub,
squinting as a soapy droplet of water ran into her eyes. "I assure
you Mademoiselle, I wasn't... I mean..." Odette blushed fiercely;
Thérèse seemed equally embarrassed, even though it was
obvious she had been fondling their body just now... "Are... are
you insinuating that I, Thérèse Renée de
Walbourge, properly educated in ladylike-behavior, would partake in
such lewd activity? That is the last straw, you're FIRED!" her
mistress blinked angrily, but Odette could only feel pity as the poor
thing still had soap in her eyes, and helped splash some water to wash
it out. "Hmpf!" she finally blushed, rubbing the last soap
out of her eyes; Odette just gave her a timid smile, focusing her thoughts
to force their body to calm down, but it was a lonely battle, and she
was losing. "W-well? Take responsibility for your deviant thoughts!
We can't show up at the banquet feeling like this, so you're going to
have to..." "M-Mademoiselle...?" Odette stammered, feeling
her blush deepen - surely her mistress didn't mean... "I command
you to pleasure our... thingy," Thérèse specified,
"it's been far too long, it would be too distracting left unattended
now". "Y-yes mademoiselle" Odette smiled shyly, her heart
pounding - they hadn't discussed how to deal with such private issues
yet, but with both of them sharing every sensation, how much privacy
could they hope for between them...
Thérèse bit her lip in pleasure as she felt her servant's
fingers eagerly brush against their submerged slit, though she seemed
clumsy, inexperienced... A high-class woman wouldn't touch herself in
the company of others ofcourse, but that company seemed guaranteed these
days, and etiquette didn't quite specify the proper behavior for a situation
like theirs. It was fitting that her maid performed the actual pleasuring,
and she would of course ensure not to make lewd noises unbefitting a
lady of her stature. "Ahhhh... b-be more gentle" she moaned
a second later, surprised by the sensitivity of their clitoris - clumsy
stimulation or not, their intense arousal seemed to have put them on
a hair trigger. Mmm, it certainly did feel good to have her needs indulged
again after all the misery she went though... what if Matthieu Liebenthal
would indeed be enamored with her tonight, what if they ended up in
a situation a lady of her class should not find herself in, his passionate
kisses driving her to sinful thoughts, his dreamy eyes undressing her...
Odette would share in that thrill of course - perhaps she could coerce
her to perform fellatio on him to prepare him for their penetration,
something she personally found quite distasteful and below her, but
men seemed to greatly enjoy... Ahh, they were just shamefully aroused
now, but Odette was taking far too long. "Y-your technique is so
sloppy" she groaned, pushing Odette's hand away from their inner
thighs, closing her eyes in delight as her superiorly experienced fingers
found their target.
"Ma-mademoiselle... that..." Odette moaned, squirming in
the water under her mistress' touch, her fingers slipping in and around
their pussy, each rub, push and slide sending their body rippling with
sheer sexual electricity, "...Mmmmmm... that's... ahhh... s-so-"
"Keep y-your... your voice down," Thérèse panted
with a fevered blush, "do you want... the entire mansion... t-to
hear?" "Ahhnnn-nooo..." Odette forced her voice to a
whisper, momentarily biting on her finger to stop further cries from
echoing through the bathing hall, then guiltily sliding her hand back
into the water, taking turns kneading their sensitive breasts. "Can
y-you feel it approaching?" Thérèse moaned, and Odette
nodded feverishly, clenching the bath edge in her sexual haze, almost
feeling confused with the intensity of the sensations wracking their
body. She never felt like this, never so soon, Thérèse's
fingers were simply... amazing. "M-mademoiselle... we're... we're...
oh God..." "B-be quiet" Thérèse chided
her with a horny grin that didn't fit her words; Odette simply felt
she was losing her mind, even Thérèse's dainty foot sliding
against her leg underwater sending ripples of delight through their
body, her own fingers pinching their incredibly sensitive nipples.
Delirious with their intimate, shared pleasure, they stared into each
other's eyes, knowing that their body was about to reach its first fused
orgasm. Odette gently pulled her closer, locking her lips with her mistress,
both girls moaning uncontrollably into their kiss while the bath sloshed
in turmoil around them, Thérèse's fingers unleashing a
final sensual assault on their clit, until finally... They squealed
in pleasure as their orgasm set in, their body wracked with pulse after
pulse of heavenly delight, their trembling hips bucking hard into Thérèse's
fingers. The pleasure just kept coming and coming, the bath water gushing
over the side as they surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. Dazed
with delight they resumed their kiss, finally parting as they gasped
for air, panting in unison, Thérèse's lazy diddling triggering
several further mini-orgasms. "A-and that's how you should
p-pleasure our thingy... I hope... you were p-paying attention"
Thérèse forced her usual instructive tone through her
shallow breath, then lay back in the warm water with Odette as they
slowly recovered in post-orgasmic bliss. "That was amazing, Thérèse..."
Odette finally whimpered, but Thérèse angrily pointed
at the sponge floating past their twitching legs. "That's 'mademoiselle
Thérèse' to you. And don't just lie there panting... you're
not done washing us".
Toweling their body dry, their legs still feeble from their thundering
climax, Odette still had a big smile on her face, the pleasant afterglow
a new sensation for her. "Why are you humming?" Thérèse
blushed, offering her arm for the towel, "Surely this wasn't your
first time?" "I've never felt such experienced fingers before,
mademoiselle". "What? Are you insinuating that I, Thérèse
Renée de Walbourge, am the sort of lecherous individual who would
spend long nights in her room perfecting the art of pleasuring herself,
even fantasizing about making love to another woman!?" "Mademoiselle,
I don't quite know about all that..." Odette grinned, "but
I do know Mademoiselle is a real pervert for knowing her way so well
around our pussy". She gave her mistress another kiss, and giggled
as she saw how worked up Thérèse was getting again; the
girl's blush deepened as she discovered having one arm wasn't quite
enough to dramatically cross anything across her chest, puffing her
cheeks with indignation as she planted it in her side instead. "The
NERVE!! And kissing me without warning - I cannot tolerate such intimacies
on the work floor! You're FIRED!!"
But at the lofty banquet, Odette was somehow still secure in the employment
of her mistress. And in no small part due to their wonderful orgasm
earlier they seemed to have a noticeable glow about them, causing several
guests to comment on just how radiant they appeared tonight. Emboldened
by all the compliments, Thérèse wasted no time locating
her heartthrob, finding Matthieu Liebenthal, twice voted most eligible
bachelor, notorious playboy, heir to an astounding fortune, loudly enjoying
some drinks at the bar with his friends. "Introduce me" Thérèse
suddenly whispered into Odette's ear as they approached, and she shot
into a deep blush, trying to remember the proper words. "E-excuse
me mister Liebenthal, please allow me to introduce my mistress, the
lady Thérèse Renée de Walbourge" she gestured
to her right, then cast down her eyes as she recalled the rest of the
protocol. "How do you do" Thérèse smiled her
most elegant smile, extending her silk-gloved hand. "Doing quite
well all of a sudden" was his slack-jawed response, and Thérèse
blushed confidently, her beauty stunning of course. "Of all the
girls chatting me up this evening, you two are certainly the most exotic..."
he laughed, his friends smiling impishly as they gawked at them. "My
servant and I share a body, it's nothing unusual - how are you enjoying
your evening so far?" Thérèse waved his boorish attitude
away, retaining her impeccable manners. "Bored senseless, until
you arrived - let's go back to my place, this is an experience I wouldn't
want to miss" he grinned, wrapping his arm around them; Odette
gave her mistress a quick glance, but she was still smiling - surely
she wasn't thinking of taking this jerk's offer?
"Excuse me, your behavior is quite inappropriate" Thérèse
stated with indignation, trying to push his arm away, but Matthieu simply
laughed. "Don't be so dull - you're not going to tell me you two
aren't into threesomes". Thérèse and Odette exchanged
a quick glance, and a mere moment later, after Odette's fist landed
square on his jaw with a loud smack, sending Matthieu straight to the
floor, he dazedly blinked up at them as he only slowly caught up with
what just happened. "W-what the... y-your maid punched me!!
Doesn't she know who I am?!" "Odette...!" Thérèse
stared at her conjoined partner in shock, but Odette just smirked down
at the stunned man trying to squirm up from the marble tiles. "When
my lady asks you to back off, you back off, got it?" "H-how
dare you speak to me like that! A mere servant... this is unacceptable,
I demand you sack her right this instant!" "What, the girl
I'm sharing a body with? Are you stupid or something?" Thérèse
snarled, and Odette fought back her smile as the scene was attracting
quite a bit of attention already. "I shall have to displine you
for this transgression later, Odette. Right now I'm thirsty, and bored
of our ill-mannered company". "As mademoiselle wishes"
Odette nodded, and to her surprise felt Thérèse gently
clasp her still painful hand in hers, politely nodding left and right
as applause rose from the other guests. "Did you have to hit him
that hard? I can't allow you to be so careless with our body..."
Thérèse whispered as they coordinated their stride through
the crowd, "...but I'll let it slide... just this time". "Mademoiselle
is too kind" Odette smiled, giving her hand a soft squeeze, and
Thérèse nodded haughtily, though unable to withhold a
blush. "Indeed. And thirsty. Go fetch me a mineral water Odette,
and make it quick". Odette waited patiently for her mistress to
realize the complications of her request; but after today, she was certain
Thérèse would eventually get used to their new situation.
Any day now...