The Love family mansion was a 6,000-square-foot double-storey property located on immaculately landscaped grounds in the town’s western hills.  Gwen’s great-great-something grandfather had made a fortune in war profiteering and the family had parlayed it into a hydra-like array of business concerns in the generations since, and now the residence loomed over the town like an ancient and serene lion surveying its territory.

 

When Daniela got off the bus, she had to buzz at the property’s ornate wrought-iron gates for access, and then make her way up the long driveway to the house itself.  And it was as she approached the house that she ran into Gwen Love herself, clearly in the process of leaving, along with her buxom ethnically-ambiguous friend (and fellow Cat Clique member) Juno.

 

“Oh look,” said Gwen, as Daniela approached.  “It’s the help.”

 

“I think *she’s* the one who needs help,” laughed Juno.  “Why is your maid dressed like a prostitute, Gwen?”

 

“I swear I don’t know,” said Gwen.  “I think Mexican girls like Burrito just like dressing as whores.”

 

Daniela flushed with humiliation and suppressed rage, and resisted the urge to tug at the too-short hem of her skirt, or cover her overly-exposed cleavage.

 

More importantly, she resisted the urge to say any of the things that were on the tip of her tongue - things like, “I’m not Mexican, I’m Puerto Rican, you dumb white bitch,” or, “I’ll show you who’s a whore, you spoiled redheaded cunt” - and also resisted the urge to punch Gwen right in her perfect nose.

 

Instead, she said, “Your father asks me to dress like this, miss.”

 

She hated - *hated* - calling Gwen “miss” (rather than “bitch” or “puta”), but it was part of the job requirements.  While she was on Love property, Gwen was “miss”, Mr Love was “sir”, and Mrs Love was “ma’am”.  At least she didn’t have to keep it up at school (not that she often spoke to Gwen at school).

 

“Oh, it’s daddy’s fault, is it?” said Gwen.  “And you want to pretend that dressing up for a handsome rich man doesn’t make your little brown pussy soaking wet?  I bet you dream of him putting a baby into you and making you his little mistress, don’t you?”

 

Daniela tried to ignore the provocation and head for the house door, but Gwen moved to block her path.

 

“Be very clear, Burrito,” she said.  “If you seduce my father into putting a disgusting mixed-race baby inside you, it will be nobody’s problem but yours, you understand?  The Love family will never acknowledge it, and you will not get a single cent of our money.”

 

Beside Gwen, Juno scrunched up her face.

 

“Mixed-race, Gwen?” she said.  “Seriously?  Not cool.”

 

Gwen was all sugar and sunbeams to her friend.  “Oh, I don’t mean like *you*, Juno,” she said.  “You’re the hot kind of foreign.  I meant it in, like, a gross way.”

 

Juno pouted.  “I think that we can criticise the fact that she’s a dirt-poor slut without bringing her skin colour or ancestry into it, Gwen.”

 

Gwen raised her eyebrows.  “God, Juno, just because you’re PMS-ing you don’t have to be *woke* about it.  This isn’t about *you*.  No one’s suggesting that *you’re* naturally inclined to pop out babies like some kind of vending machine.  Don’t make a whole *thing* of it.”

 

“Gwen, you can be such a *bitch* sometimes,” said Juno primly.  But she didn’t seem truly offended.

 

Gwen laughed.  “And you love me for it, sweetie.  Now stop ogling Burrito’s tits like some kind of dirty dyke.  Daddy will do that well enough for both of us, and we’re late for our stylist.”  She snatched at Juno’s hand, and the two girls made their way to Juno’s lipstick-red Roadster, with Daniela apparently forgotten.

 

Daniela stared daggers at their back - and then turned and went into the house.

 

Loretta Love was waiting for her in the lobby.  Her make-up and long red hair were styled as expertly as ever, although the silk bedrobe she was wearing suggested that she was not expecting any guests more important than the maid today.

 

In her youth Loretta had been a beauty queen, and even now, at the age of 43, having seduced her way into being the trophy wife of an extremely rich man, she was devastatingly gorgeous.

 

“Daniela,” she said, “you are late.”

 

The fact that Mrs Love was the only member of the family to consistently use Daniela’s name did not make her a better person than her husband or daughter.  Daniela knew that Loretta Love could be staggeringly cruel when she chose to be.  But her attention was rarely focused enough for her to make the effort.

 

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” said Daniela.  “The bus was running behind.”

 

“See that it doesn’t happen again, Daniela,” said Mrs Love.  “Or I shall have my husband spank you.”

 

Daniela had no idea if Mrs Love was serious, but she suspected not.  Loretta didn’t always remember her prior interactions with Daniela, and there was every chance that tomorrow she would have no recollection of Daniela being late at all.

 

“Yes, ma’am,” said Daniela.

 

“I’ve taken some quiet pills,” said Mrs Love, “and I am going to retire to my bedroom.  See that you do not wake me as you clean.  My husband Reginald is around somewhere, I’m sure.”

 

And with that, Mrs Love swept towards the stairs that led up to the second floor.

 

Daniela was fairly certain that that was the last time she would have to deal with Loretta Love today.  Mrs Love took far too many pills, in unwise combinations, and the chances were that she would be unconscious, or at least insensible, for at least the next four hours.

 

Daniela got to work on cleaning - and on her other, secret, tasks.

 

It was a large house, and there was much to do.  Daniela listened out for signs of Reginald Love, and heard none, so decided to start on the downstairs.

 

Each room needed its floors cleaned, its surfaces wiped, and its contents tidied.  She worked carefully.  Each individual piece of furniture was probably worth more than the entire contents of Daniela’s home.

 

In each room, she found a place to install one of the tiny cameras that Jake had bought.  They went into light fittings, behind the glass of mirrors, and into crevices in cornicing.  As she placed each one she couldn’t help but think about Jake being pleased with her, and when she did she felt herself blushing and her pussy growing wet.

 

Fuck Jake and fuck his silver leash.  She wanted so much to just *enjoy* the feeling of knowing that she was pleasing Jake.  She wanted to sink into the pleasure of being a good girl for him.  But what kind of dignity would she have then?

 

She had to put aside the overwhelming urge to go to the bathroom and masturbate while thinking about what Jake’s cock would taste like in her mouth.

 

She *did*, however, spend extra time on the bathrooms to install multiple cameras, to make sure she caught good naked footage of anyone who undressed in them.

 

When the ground floor was done, Daniela headed up the stairs.

 

The rooms here were an upstairs bathroom, the master bedroom, Gwen’s room, and Reginald Love’s study. 

 

Daniela began with the master bedroom.  She knocked quietly, and when there was no response, she entered.

 

Loretta Love was asleep, as Daniela had expected - but Daniela had not expected to find her quite like this.  Mrs Love was lying atop the blankets, with her silk gown thrown open - to reveal nothing underneath.  Her large tits were exposed, her legs were spread, and her immaculately hair-free pussy was pointed directly at Daniela.  Her right hand was still loosely gripping a deactivated Hitachi “massager”.

 

“Mrs Love?” said Daniela quietly.

 

There was no response, other than the gentle in-and-out breath of a sleeping woman.

 

Daniela got to work, running a quiet hand-vacuum across the floor, and then tidying and wiping Mrs Love’s dresser.  

 

She tried to avoid looking at the beautiful nude woman in the bed, but every now and again she found herself sneaking a glance.  Mrs Love’s breasts were so… perfect.  And her pussy was oddly fascinating.

 

Daniele felt so confused.  She had never had fantasies about girls until Jake had made her kiss Amy.  Had he leashed her again, at that time?  Had he given her a new kink for women?  Was this more of his fucking mind control?

 

But he had come clean with her about what he had done, and she knew that if there had been more, he would have told her.  This new interest in women was all Daniela.

 

And… was it really new?  She had always had a habit of developing intense friend-crushes on girls when she was younger.  She had liked to look at other girls who were pretty, and she had thought that was just normal.  She had enjoyed watching soaps where attractive women kissed attractive men, and her eyes had lingered on the women just as long as on the men.  Had she wondered what it felt like for the men to kiss those soft, feminine lips?  To feel a woman’s breasts pressed against them?

 

Maybe she had.  Maybe this had always been her.

 

Jake would like that, she thought.  Jake would like the fact that she wanted to kiss girls.

 

And with that thought, her pussy throbbed, and her face flushed, and she felt even more confused.  

 

I don’t want to be Jake’s obedient bisexual pet, she told herself.  I don’t want to put on slutty lesbian displays to make his cock hard.

 

But just thinking those ideas made her give an involuntary gasp of lust.  Her hand twitched, wanting to rub her pussy.

 

She looked at Mrs Love.  Looked at her perfect face, her perfect tits, her perfect cunt.

 

She could take a picture.  Jake would probably enjoy seeing Mrs Love’s naked body.  She could get undressed herself, and climb on the bed, and lick Mrs Love’s cunt.  Mrs Love was drugged to the gills - she wouldn’t wake up.  She could film herself licking Mrs Love’s cunt for Jake.  She could straddle Loretta’s face, and hump her pussy against the rich unconscious bitch’s lips until she orgasmed.  She could squeeze Mrs Love’s tits, and…

 

She moaned, unable to help herself - and realised that her hand was down her panties, rubbing her pussy.  She was masturbating, right here in the Love mansion, while she stared at Mrs Love’s exposed form.  And it felt so good.

 

She should stop.   This was slutty.  This was wrong.  But it felt so good.  She could do it just a little longer.  As long as she didn’t cum.  Only a whore would cum from masturbating while looking at an unconscious woman’s pussy.  She would stop before she orgasmed.  Just… not yet.

 

She wondered what Mrs Love’s cunt would taste like.  Would it taste different from Gwen’s?  She began to picture forcing Gwen to the ground, slapping her silly redheaded bitch face, using her strength to pry Gwen’s legs apart so that Daniela could lick her racist, privileged, bratty little fuckhole.

 

She moaned louder.

 

Jake would want to watch.  Jake would love seeing her fuck Gwen.  She would be naked so that Jake could see her tits and pussy.  Maybe Madison and Amy would be there.  They’d be naked as well.  They’d hold Gwen down for her so that Daniela could…

 

Oh fuck, she was cumming.  She was *cumming*.

 

Her body shook, and her mouth was open, and she tried her best to stifle the moans she was making as the orgasm ripped through her.

 

And when it was over, the shame hit.

 

What the fuck had she done?  She had orgasmed in another person’s house, staring at a sleeping woman’s twat, while fantasising about raping that woman’s daughter for the entertainment of a man.  

 

Gwen was right.  Daniela was a whore.  She was disgusting.

 

And there was evidence of how disgusting she was right there.  She had squirted when she orgasmed - not a lot, but enough to soak the crotch of her panties.

 

The image came to her, unbidden, of telling Jake what she had done - confessing her crippling shame to him.

 

She pictured him saying, “Good girl,” and she almost orgasmed again.

 

She whispered a curse, and pulled her wet panties down her legs and stepped out of them.  She would have to go without until she was done.  She stuffed them in a pocket of her dress, and then quickly set up a hidden camera for the room.  She guessed that Jake would soon be seeing Mrs Love’s cunt on its live feed.

 

With a last look at Mrs Love, Daniela blushingly vacated the main bedroom.

 

Her next stop was Gwen’s bedroom.  It was large, and almost a satire of girlish princess dreams, replete with a four-poster canopy bed, beanbags, giant teddy bears, and the colour pink *everywhere*.  A huge walk-in closet dominated one wall, and a study desk with computer sat against another.

 

Daniela immediately went to work planting cameras.  They had agreed on at least four angles for this room, with an emphasis on catching Gwen in her closet, in her bed, at her computer, and in the centre of the room where she might most naturally dress and undress.

 

Daniela was placing the last of these near Gwen’s desk, bent forward at the waist with her ass up, when she heard the door creak open behind her.  A large, masculine shadow filled the doorway.

 

“Ah, there you are, Burrito,” said Mr Love, with a satisfied note in his voice.  “And wearing no panties today.  I see you are finally getting the right idea about how I like you.  Let’s have a little fun, shall we?”

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)