Yes, but what about Anita?

« I…Oh god, you’re so beautiful, so… sexy, » Poppy babbled, « yes, no, I don’t know if it’s… » Anita stopped the teenager’s rambling by pressing her mouth on Poppy’s. Her eyes widened as the maid’s tongue pried open her lips. Her inexperience was offset by her growing genuine passion and Poppy welcomed the maid’s tongue with glee. Shivering with desire, she brought her hand up the maid’s silky blouse and cupped one of Anita's huge tits, gently squeezing it as their tongues duelled in each other's mouth. The maid moaned and returned the favour, filling her hand with one of Poppy’s slowly growing mounds, feeling her nipple stiffen through the fabric.

« You’re coming along nicely my dear, » she said, smirking as she watched Poppy’s lips still quivering in the air. « Let me give you a little something for your efforts. »

"Oh fuck!" Poppy cried as Anita’s hand moved into her jeans, her fingers, working on her soaking pussy, quickly moving in and out of her. The redhead gasped, thrusting her cunt up over and over as Anita moved her fingers faster and deeper. "Fucking - - cumming!" she cried, her pussy spasming until she could take no more and had to push the maid's hand away, laying against a wall and gasping for air. She stared at Anita who was lasciviously licking her wet fingers, the toffee-skinned demoness enjoying the sweet taste of the girl’s corruption.

« You know Poppy, you taste good, » Anita said. She watched the teenager shivering with lust, one hand caressing her D cups breasts while the other was on her crotch. Anita moved on her knees, her face a few inches of Poppy’s crotch.

« Say it, say what you want me to do, » she said while slowly licking her plump lips.

« P-Please Anita, lick me, make me cum, I need it, » she moaned. Anita smirked as she watched the panting teen’s clothes gradually morph, adapting to her increasingly corrupt mind. Her outfit’s neckline became lower, showing more flesh. Her jean’s hemline rose, the pants changing into a pair of low rise denim shorts, showing the top of new black G-string.

« Oh my sweet, sweet Poppy, » Anita said seductively, « I can show things you never thought possible, bring you to a level of pleasure you never imagined. I can do that but only if you do something for me. »

« I don’t like innocent girl, I want a slut, a depraved seductress who can give me everything I need. Go Poppy, go to school and when you’ll come back show me what I want to see. »

Poppy stayed idle a few seconds, her mind trying to understand the maid’s request. Finally, her lust abated enough to let her think clearly. Realizing she was late for school, she left hastily, Anita’s words résonating in her head. In her haste, she almost bumped into the mailman, letting him bewildered by the stunning young woman he just saw. Anita smirked as she saw her leave. It’s always better when a soul freely builds its own path to corruption. Yet she clearly had a long way to go the maid realized. Poppy almost bumped into the mailman and she didn’t give him a good fuck to be forgiven. She sighed, after all, it was the maid’s job to fix other peoples' mistakes.