Thursday, October 15, 2015

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 118

After leaving Jessica’s Ella went into town to pick up a few things at the all-night pharmacy. She liked to shop at odd hours, like late Saturday night, when there aren’t many people around.

On the way home she spotted a familiar figure on the side of the road. It was Lexi, looking lonely and vulnerable on a poorly lit side street, her blonde hair peeking out from underneath a pink knit cap. Ella pulled up alongside her and rolled down the window.

“Hey, Lex,” she said. “Give you a ride somewhere?”

Lexi nodded and climbed into Ella’s SUV, which was pleasantly warm and fragrant. “Just home, please.” She’d had a bit of a rough night. Alone in the house, again, she’d decided to attend the party a classmate had invited her to. But she didn’t know anyone there except for Kat, who was preoccupied with Kaci. Lexi felt shy and out of place, and after wandering from room to room for awhile, she eventually just drifted away into the night and began the trudge home.

She directed Ella to her house, which was just a few blocks away, but when they pulled up in front, she made no move to get out.

“Could I ask you a favor?” said Lexi.

“Of course.”

“My dad’s out of town, and I hate going into the house when there’s nobody there. Would you come in with me for a minute?”

Ella agreed and turned off the engine. Inside, Lexi switched on a few lights and poked her head into each room to make sure no intruders were lurking. “How about a cup of tea?” she asked.

Ella hesitated; she hadn’t planned on staying out any later than this. Then again, her husband and kids would be asleep by now anyway, and a cup of tea did sound nice. She agreed and Lexi smiled warmly, putting the various teas on the table for Ella to choose from.

Sensing that Lexi was lonely, Ella lingered over her tea for a good long time, before finally indicating that she was ready to get going. “OK,” said Lexi, “but can you do me a favor first?”

“What?”

“Well, this is kind of silly, but sometimes I get scared going into my room when I’m alone. I’m afraid there’s going to be, like, a burglar hiding in there or something. Could you come up with me?”

“Sure,” answered Ella, and they climbed the stairs together and walked down the hall to Lexi’s room. Lexi flipped on the light, and no rapists or monsters jumped out at them.

Ella took a moment to look around. It most ways it was a typical teenage girl’s room, kind of messy with beauty products everywhere and band posters on the walls. But she also had some pretty interesting art in there, Matisse and Magritte and Monet, and Ella found herself revising upward her estimate of Lexi’s intelligence. She wondered whether, though a blonde herself, she had bought in to society’s preconception that blondes were dumber than other people.

Returning her attention to the room, Ella was surprised to see Lexi naked on her hands and knees on the bed, looking back over her shoulder. She was no longer the shy and uncertain girl of a few minutes earlier – the look on her face now was one of sly confidence. “I could really use a good spanking,” she said, her voice a husky growl. “Would you mind?”

Ella sighed with mock resignation. It looked like she wouldn’t be getting home for a while longer. How could you refuse such a request from a beautiful, blond, gloriously nude cheerleader? There was just no way.

The spanking had some real force behind it, though; Ella was a bit annoyed with Lexi for drawing her in this way. She had a busy day coming up, and this little escapade was going to cost her some sleep. On the other hand, her pulse was pounding, her adrenaline was pumping, and her crotch was throbbing; she wasn’t going to be sleeping for awhile anyway, so she might as well enjoy herself.

In the midst of being spanked, Lexi managed to turn herself so that she could unbutton Ella’s jeans and pull them down, then slip a hand between the older woman’s thighs. She was nice and wet there. Lexi slid a finger under the crotch of Ella’s panties and into her pussy, then brought the finger to her own mouth for a taste.

Finishing the spanking with decisive slaps to each butt cheek, Ella flipped Lexi over onto her back. For a moment she just stood looking down at the naked girl on the bed – Lexi reminded her of her younger self, except that Lexi was shorter and bustier. But she had that same look of innocence combined with sensuality that had made Ella a lot of money over the years.

Ella stepped out of her jeans and panties, and pulled off her t-shirt and bra. Leaning over the bed, she kissed Lexi on the mouth, then shifted forward a little so the younger girl could suckle on her tits. Lexi obliged with gusto, licking and nibbling on Ella’s nipples, then opening wide to take in full mouthfuls of boob.

Shifting forward again, Ella trailed her long torso over Lexi’s mouth, then pivoted 180 degrees so that her knees were straddling Lexi’s head. Lexi did not hesitate to stick out her tongue and get to work on the older woman’s pussy.

Reaching down to hold onto Lexi’s ample boobs, Ella ground hard against the cheerleader’s face, covering her nose and mouth in cunt juice. The two of them let out simultaneous moans, and then simultaneous giggles in response.

There was a mirror on the wall to her right in which Ella could see the top of Lexi’s blond head weaving from side to side between her legs. She also had a good angle on her own ass, which she had to say, looked fantastic; all the yoga she’d been doing had paid off.

The top half of Lexi’s body was pinned under Ella but the lower half was squirming, her legs spread wide, pussy obviously desperate for attention. Ella reached her arms out and inserted one finger between Lexi’s pussy lips – feeling the girl stiffen beneath her – then used the fingers of both hands to pry them apart, revealing the bright pink inside.

When Ella very gently brushed one fingertip against Lexi’s clit, Lexi shook so violently that Ella almost lost her balance. So she transferred her weight forward, braced herself with both hands, and leaned down until her head was between Lexi’s legs. Lexi wrapped her arms around Ella, digging her nails into Ella’s back, and they licked each other fiercely until both were spent.

Afterwards Ella crawled up next to Lexi and pulled a blanket over them. Lexi rolled over onto her side and rested her head on Ella’s shoulder. Ella generously waited until she was sure Lexi was asleep before sliding out from underneath, dressing, and finally heading home for the night.


Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 117

When Jessica had finished with Tara and Ashley, she dressed and went back down to the foyer. Marie was waiting there on the couch; Jane apparently was still otherwise engaged.

As soon as she’d sat down Marie leaned over and whispered in Jessica’s ear. “Can I talk to you?”

“Sure,” said Jessica. “What’s up?”

Marie gestured toward the door with her head. “Outside.” Intrigued, Jessica nodded her assent.

They retrieved their coats and walked out through the front door, past the security guards, or bouncers, or whatever they were. When they had strolled far enough down the driveway to be out of earshot, Marie started talking. “That girl I was with...”

Jessica interrupted. “She looked like she was really something. Was she amazing?”

Marie shook her head. “It wasn’t like that. We ended up just talking. She is from Haiti and speaks French. No English. So she has no one to talk to here. And I don’t get many chances to speak French, so....”

“Did you see her naked, at least?” asked Jessica.

“Don’t be so gauche,” admonished Marie, somewhat sharply. Jessica was taken aback – Marie never spoke to her this way. Something must be up. “Listen, she told me that she is a prisoner here. This place is run by gangsters. Those men at the door, if she tried to escape – they would shoot her.”

They walked on for a bit, looking up at the moon. “I knew something was wrong about this place,” said Jessica.

Marie turned and looked her mistress square in the eye. “We have to help her.”

“What can we do?”

“I don’t know,” admitted Marie. “But we have to do something.”

* * *

When they got back inside, Jane, Mimi, Tara, and The Blonde were waiting for them. Jessica informed Mimi, however, that they would not be leaving.

“We’re, um, going back for seconds,” she said. “I’ll pay my own way this time, of course. We’ll get our own ride home.”

Mimi shrugged. “OK, then. We’re going to head back.” There were hugs and kisses all around, and Mimi and her companions left. Jessica found the hostess and told her that Marie had enjoyed her experience so much, they wanted to get the same girl again, and share her this time.

“Wonderful,” said the hostess. “Please sit, she’ll be with you in just a moment.”

Five minutes later she appeared at the top of the stairs, dressed differently than she had been previously, in a peasant blouse and a long, flowing skirt. Jessica thought that she looked even more beautiful than before. There was a sudden tightness in Jessica’s chest and she realized: Something important is happening here. This is going to change things. And I don’t even know this girl’s name yet!

As she came down the stairs she looked at them quizzically, seeming surprised – but not unhappy – to see them there. “Marie,” she said, and added a couple of sentences in French.

“Oui,” answered Marie, and indicating her mistress said “Jessica.” Then she pointed to Jane and said her name. To Jessica and Jane she said, “This is Celeste.”

“Enchant√©,” said Celeste, curtsying.

“Enchant√©,” replied Jessica, taking Celeste’s hand and kissing it. She smelled delicious and had amazingly soft skin. Jane said hi, but Celeste couldn’t tear her eyes away from Jessica’s. Jessica felt immediately that here was a kindred spirit, someone who she shared a connection with on the deepest level. She had to force herself to break eye contact and stand up.

“Let’s go upstairs,” said Jessica.

Once they were alone in the bedroom – somewhat smaller and less well-appointed than the one Jessica had been in with Ashley – Jessica, with Marie translating, asked Celeste a few questions. Starting with, “How did you get here?”

Celeste told them of a life of poverty and hardship in Haiti. She was the oldest of six siblings, and their father had died in an industrial accident when she was 10. After years of watching her mother struggle, and mostly fail, to make ends meet, she decided to do whatever she could to help the family. So she agreed to a deal where she would be smuggled into the United States and work as a maid so she could send money home. But the smugglers had turned out to be untrustworthy, and she’d ended up here.

“How long have you been here?” asked Jessica.

About six months, came the reply. In that time she had not set foot outside the building, nor had she been able to send a single dime home to her family.

“And so you wish to leave.”

Celeste nodded her head and said firmly, “Oui.”

Jessica got out her phone and, after figuring out where they were, called Rocky and asked if she could come get them. Fortunately she was not engaged, though it would take her about an hour to get there.

In the meantime, Jessica tried to think strategically. Before coming back inside she and Marie had walked around to the back of the house. There was a back door, but it was also guarded, though only with a single guard. They needed a plan, but Jessica was finding it hard to think straight in Celeste’s presence. She was tempted to say, well, we have an hour to kill, why don’t we just....

But it wouldn’t have been appropriate in this situation. She already felt a little bit guilty about Ashley, and about this whole setup. She decided then and there that she was through paying for sex. There was a thrill to it, but she didn’t want to do it anymore.

When Rocky finally texted that she had arrived, Jessica went down to talk to her, leaving Marie and Jane with Celeste. As she walked down the stairs in front of the house she felt like the security guards were watching her, like they knew something was up. But how could they?

Jessica slid into the front passenger seat of the limo and took a few minutes to explain the situation to Rocky. When she was done, Rocky replied, “Ooh, an adventure! I’m in. What’s your plan?” Jessica had to admit that she didn’t really have one.

Rocky took a minute to look around at the mansion and its grounds. “First we need to cut the power. That should be easy enough. But a place like this will have a generator, so we'll need to deal with that. And create some kind of distraction, maybe a fire.” She paused. “I have a can of gas in back.”

Turning back to look to her right, Rocky saw Jessica staring at her in utter amazement. She shrugged. “I used to hang around with some bad people who did bad stuff. But I paid my debt to society. I’ve been on the straight and narrow for 10 years. I mean, relatively. But since this is for a good cause....”

They talked over a few details and Jessica turned to go. “Thanks,” she said. “And good luck.”

“Vaya con Dios,” said Rocky. “See you on the other side.”