Limited options, limited hopes

“Fuck!!”

Annie choked out her frustration in the corridor. She was well and truly screwed. Katarina would happily toss her if she didn’t comply, ruin everything she’d worked so hard for. And if Victoria caught her she’d be just as screwed; everything she knew about the capricious blonde painted a picture of relentless sadism in the pursuit of ****.

And worse than that, it would be effortless for either woman. The casual displays of cruelty, the nonchalant way they’d ruin her. It would be as unremarkable for them as a co-workers regular lunch or a rainy day in November would be for anyone else.

What am I going to do?

Options swam to the top of her head, but none of them were good. Could she pull the fire alarm, and then send the text while Victoria was outside with everyone else? You were meant to leave all your possessions behind, after all.

No, that would never work…

Even if the fire was real and burning in the same room as her, Victoria would never leave her phone. It stayed with her 24/7.

Images of the latest and most expensive iPhone, in its pricey designer case, flashed through Annie’s mind. Victoria’s phone was so often in her hand, it was easy to picture if you’d seen her even a few times.

Could I sneak into her house somehow at night? Take it while she was sleeping? NO!

The idea was immediately shot down. Breaking into a billionaire's mansion? The security must have been insane. And ordinary laws hardly applied to those people anyway, the guards or even Victoria’s dad might just decide to have their way with the slight 18 year old who’d fallen into their laps.

Despite the objective horror of the situation, Annie could feel herself getting wet. She did like it rough, and she loved older guys...

She shook her head, trying to dispel the ideas as best as she could. Hot as they were, they wouldn’t help her right now.

Victoria’s mansion though…

Annie paused in the corridor, a strange, slightly dissatisfied frown taking her lips.

That’s strange...

For some reason she could picture it. The mansion atop the hill, mountains behind it, well kept with expansive gardens leading up to a beautiful house worth millions upon millions. It was the strangest, creeping sensation of deja-vu; a shiver down her spine; It almost seemed like she’d been there before.

Annie closed her eyes, trying to focus on the memory. Walking up the driveway, the feeling of long skirts rustling around her legs. A glance down at her body, a swelling of satisfaction in her heart mixed with a certain naughty, audacious lust. Nice perky breasts straining against the fabric of her maid uniform…

Wait. That’s not my body.

It was all wrong. Annie glanced down at her own form, stretching out below her gaze in her uniform. A-Cup breasts and a slight frame, hardly the more voluptuous shape she’d had in the memory. She’d never worn a maid outfit either, not even a costume one in sex.

But… the memory felt so real.

Annie tried to focus on it, only seeming to run into more of that grey fog. Cloying confusion mingled with mixed up memories to leave her seemingly further from the truth than she was before. More questions than answers…

“… you might start remembering some things soon. Maybe slowly, or maybe all at once. If they make you curious, I want you to meet me at Toby’s tower after school, okay? You remember, from the time he took you there one lunch time?”

A self-satisfied voice that still sounded like sweet music echoed in her head, the cryptic conversation Victoria had had with her earlier. What would she know about these memories? But, then… some of the memories were of Victoria’s mansion.

“I need to get close to Victoria somehow anyway. Maybe…”

Annie looked at her shoes, then out the window. It wasn’t much of a plan.

“I’d be alone with her. Not an opportunity that happens often. Asking to meet me there of all places too… how does she even know about it?”

Talking out loud was making things clearer in Annie’s head, even as she said the words softly. It wasn’t like she had a lot of options or anything. And even beyond the purely functional reasons to meet up with Victoria, there was a feeling inside Annie that almost compelled her too.

Victoria waiting on her while she woke up. Visions of walking up towards a house that seemed to be Victoria’s, wearing a maid outfit, and more **** than that seemingly wearing another woman’s body too. There was an uncertainty in the way she felt, tempered by a burning curiosity.