Housewives and Cheerleaders Ch. 51

In a few seconds Kat's eyes started to adjust to the light and she made out the figures of Lucy and the driver standing over her. They helped her climb out of the trunk and for a minute she just stood there wrapped in her blanket, squinting and trying to make out her surroundings. They appeared to be out in the country somewhere: there was lots of open space around, and quite a few trees. The house they were in front of was the only one around, and it was extremely large -- not tall, but spread out and occupying a lot of space.

Not quite sure what was supposed to happen now, Kat looked around, but the driver had already disappeared and Lucy and Mimi were walking toward the house. Just before they reached it, a figure walked through the door and passed them going the other way -- a short woman in her 40s dressed in a black blouse and a long, flowing skirt. As they passed each other Mimi gestured toward Kat and said to this woman, "Get her cleaned up." The woman nodded.

Approaching Kat, she took her by the arm and smiled. "My name's Emily, sweetheart. What's yours?"

At the sound of Emily's voice Kat instantly felt more relaxed; it had a warm, soothing, motherly tone. Up close she had neck-length, dark brown hair and striking green eyes. "Kat," she answered.

"Well, come with me, Kat," said Emily, and led Kat toward the back of the house.

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A few minutes later Kat found herself in a huge bathroom, with Emily walking her over to a proportionally enormous shower that had two showerheads, one on either end. After starting the water Emily unwrapped Kat from her blanket, helped her into the shower, and closed the door behind her. For a minute Kat stood with her eyes closed letting the steaming hot water splash onto her body from both sides; after a long night in a chilly basement, it felt fantastic.

After disposing of the blanket, Emily returned, stripped off her clothes, and stepped into the shower beside Kat. Kat was somewhat surprised at this turn of events, though not displeased. Picking up a bottle of shower gel, Emily squeezed some into her hands and began to scrub Kat down. She did a very thorough job, neither hurrying nor dawdling, though she maybe spent a little longer than necessary on Kat's breasts, crotch, and ass; Kat didn't mind in the least. Emily shampooed Kat, rinsed her, then applied conditioner. Although unused to this kind of pampering, Kat found that she rather enjoyed it.

Pulling Kat to one side of the shower stream, Emily shook a brand-new razor out of its package and after applying some shaving gel, shaved Kat's legs and underarms and touched up around her pubic hair. Afterward they warmed up again under the hot water, sharing a long embrace and a sweet and tender kiss. Kat was ready to surrender to the moment, but Emily had a mission; she turned off the water and opened the shower door to grab a towel for each of them.

Once they had dried off, Emily applied lotion and oil to strategic parts of Kat's body and shook a little powder into her cleavage. Then they both slipped into luxurious white terrycloth robes and Emily led Kat out of the bathroom and down the hallway to a gigantic walk-in closet. Inside Emily tossed Kat's robe aside and stood looking at her appreciatively. "You have a wonderful figure," she told the younger woman. "This is going to be easy."

A few minutes later Kat stood looking at herself in a full-length mirror: a black lace push-up bra with cut-out nipples making room for nipple clamps connected by a chain; black garter belt and stockings; studded black leather collar and wristbands; and gold bracelets around each bicep. She couldn't help but grin; she looked gooood.

After applying dark red lipstick and eye shadow Emily took Kat again by the arm, leading her down a longer hallway and through what appeared to be a library to an ornate wooden door. As a finishing touch, Emily handcuffed Kat's hands behind her back, pulled open the door, and pushed her through it.

As she stepped into the long and narrow room on the other side, Kat felt Emily's hands exerting a gentle downward pressure on her shoulders, indicating that she was to kneel. When she had done so, Emily turned and exited through the same door, closing it behind her.

Kat shifted her focus to what was happening on the other side of the room: On a very large wooden chair, almost a throne, sat Mimi. Splayed out in front of her, facing Kat, was Lucy. Lucy's bottom half was on Mimi's lap, in the process of being impaled on the very large red strap-on Mimi was wearing, while her top half rested on the floor; the look on her face was one of wide-eyed ecstasy, almost desperation. Staring into Kat's eyes, Lucy gripped the floor with both hands and let out a throaty growl as Mimi adjusted the angle of entry with a very subtle movement of her hips.

To Mimi's left, leaning against the mantel, was a younger Asian girl in a sheer red body stocking. To her right, on a black leather recliner, sat a slightly older blonde -- maybe in her 30s -- topless, but in a plaid skirt and long striped socks.

Glancing up briefly at Kat, Mimi grinned wolfishly and lifted one index finger into the air. The nail was much longer than those on the other fingers on her hand and painted with a psychedelic black-and-white pattern. Moving slowly and deliberately, Mimi extended the finger and raked the tip of the nail across Lucy's clit. The reaction was convulsive; Lucy's body twisted, her top half seemingly moving independently of the bottom half, and her mouth formed into an almost comical "O" shape as she cried out helplessly.

With another subtle shift of her hips Mimi nudged Lucy forward and she fell off the strap-on and onto the floor, where she lay gasping for breath. Mimi now turned her full attention to Kat. Holding that same index finger up, she crooked it back twice, beckoning for Kat to approach.