Reluctantly, but Obediantly

Kim knocked on the door. Her cheeks were pretty much painted red, and had been for the past afternoon. Her entire get up was humiliating. She'd picked out a graphic T-shirt (she didn't have that much besides them), and a black miniskirt that was the only one she owned. Every ten seconds she straightened it out again, taking **** care not to bend over remotely. Tiffany's house was massive. It's front had several large pillars, and she couldn't count for sure but it looked like it had three stories. Kim had never seen such a massive house in her life. Kim hated Tiffany. She hated her so much.

Kim knocked on the door again. It was eight O'five. Tiffany had said to be there at eight, right? Kim had been waiting for ten minutes now. What was taking so long? Had Tiffany forgot? Kim wasn't sure if the prospect enraged her or turned her on more.

The door opened. A balding man in his 70s was on the other side of the door. He was dressed in a nice but slightly rumpled tuxedo. Kim suddenly felt even more under dressed then she did before.

"The lady told me to expect you." The butler said in a voice that had waned over the years. "You are to follow me to her. She instructed me to tell you to keep your wrists crossed behind your back, and to keep your eyes lowered."

Kim crossed her wrists behind her back and took a step after the butler. She honestly couldn't probably look Tiffany in the eyes anyway. That was well beyond her. She wanted to stare Tiffany down. Growl at her. Fight her. But, the stinging reminder of earlier made her remember that was impossible. That and the throb down in her cunt.

She followed the butler through what felt like a maze of a house until they reached a large open room. Kim risked a peak around, and saw that there were three people already in the room. On a large oppulant sofa with red cushions that looked like pillows, a large fat hairy man was naked. Kim gagged to herself at the sight of him. A cute perky brown haired maid was between his legs, aggressively and shamelessly sucking his cock. Her spit flew in every direction. On the opposite couch, Tiffany was dressed in a gown that seemed like it was made of diamonds. There was a glass in her hands that looked like it held champagne. Her expression was inscrutable.

"Kim!!" She squealed the way a child squeals when they open their Christmas presents. "You're a bit late, but I'm just glad to see you." Tiffany sashayed over with swinging hips and gave Kim a kiss on the lips. After a second of trying to remain stone-like, Kim gave in and opened herself to a deeper kiss. When Tiffany finished she gave Kim a smack on the ass. The nerd couldn't suppress a whimper, especially when the dominant girl's hand stayed.

"Mmmmm" Tiffany squeezed Kim's ass cheek. "No panties." Then her fingers trailed between Kim's legs. Kim shuddered as Tiffany's exquisitely painted nails glid over her pussy. "And hairless too. Good girl." Kim's brush glowed brighter, why was she enjoying this? "And oh so very wet. You must have been looking forward to this so much."

"Um...Tiffany?" Kim stuttered.

Tiffany's other hand shot out and smacker her right in the face. Kim cowered.

"Try again," Tiffany hissed.

"M...Mistress...?" Kim whimpered.

"Yes, little Kimmy?" Tiffany's voice oozed.

"Wha...What are you going to do to me?" God, Kim couldn't stand asking that with Tiffany's fingers still brushing over the lips of her sex. She ached.

"Oh I'm not going to do anything to you." Tiffany stood out of the way and pointed to the man on the couch. Kim groaned as her hand withdrew. "But, that's Senator Hagel. He's been telling me that he wanted a slut to knock up!" The man on the couch grinned. Kim gasped.

"Whu-"

"You're going to be a mother!" Tiffany threw her hands up in excitement. "Congratulations Kimmy!"