Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 68

In the morning Carla and Annabel slept late and lingered over coffee, then packed up and got ready to go. Before they left they went upstairs to say goodbye to Laura, but found a note on the door saying that she’d been called away for a family emergency. It was signed with a looping “L” and marked with a lipstick kiss.

On the drive they were mostly quiet, listening to music and daydreaming. When they approached the area where they’d stayed two nights before, Carla thought about turning toward the hotel, remembering the lovely evening they’d had there. But she had a strange feeling about it — like if they went to look for the place again, they’d find it had vanished without a trace, as if the whole thing was some crazy dream they’d had. So she just kept on driving.

By this point it was getting late into the afternoon, and after they’d driven for a while more, Carla suddenly found herself feeling incredibly horny. She steered with her left hand while reaching over with her right to fondle Annabel’s breasts, then began exploring underneath Annabel’s skirt.

Before long they were both in such a state that they had to pull over at the next hotel they came to, a totally nondescript place in a sleepy small town. As soon as they got inside they tore each other’s clothes off and tumbled into bed. Afterwards they ordered a pizza and spent the rest of the night watching movies in bed.

It was late the next morning when they finally got back to Malibu. Carla drove slowly up the hill toward the house, just in case...and sure enough, there it was, her father’s car still in the driveway. She hit the brakes, turned around, and headed back down the hill, unsure of where to go.

As they approached the freeway she was struck with an impulse: Why not head to San Francisco? Introduce Annabel to Daisy, see what might transpire? Without a word to Annabel, she pointed the car north and stepped on the gas.

They drove almost straight through, stopping only once, at a truck stop for something to eat and drink and to go to the bathroom. Unfortunately they arrived in the City right at rush hour, and so found themselves crawling through traffic for the better part of an hour before pulling up in front of the building where Daisy’s loft was.

Carla texted Daisy to let her know they were there, and Daisy wrote back, “Come on up! Door’s unlocked.” As they climbed the stairs they heard the murmur of voices; they soon found themselves in what appeared to be an Elizabethan mansion filled with people in period costume, many of them wearing masks. Carla was amazed at how the place had been transformed; a lot of time and expense had gone into the decoration.

Obviously the loft was being used for a shoot — along one wall was a group of people in modern clothes fiddling with cameras and lights. It took them a few minutes to find Daisy, who was wearing a fancy dress with a huge skirt and carrying a walkie-talkie. She was working as a PA on the shoot and greeted them effusively.

“Hey listen,” she said after they’d chatted briefly. “Some of our extras flaked and we need more people. You guys want to be movie stars?”

Carla and Annabel looked at each other, and Daisy could tell what they were thinking. “You can be way in the background, and you’ll have masks on the whole time.”

“Hmm,” said Carla, and pulled Annabel aside for a quick talk. She was suddenly excited about the idea and wanted to do it, but didn’t want to make Annabel do something she’d be unhappy about. So without giving an order, exactly, she let Annabel know how she felt. Annabel listened as she talked and then, while still looking reluctant, nodded her assent.

“OK,” Carla told Daisy, “we’re in.”

Daisy grinned and nodded. “Great, let’s find you costumes.” She led them down the hall to a storage room, rummaged around for a minute, and handed each one of them a mask.

“That’s it?” asked Carla.

Daisy shrugged. “It’s an orgy scene.”

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