SSMM Ch9

Ava goes for it. It’s instinct. The mood more than makes up for whatever orgasm brain chemistry can’t, not that logic and reason were likely to get in the way. No matter how elegantly she presents it, the evidence is plentiful: Vivien is an elemental being of pure horniness. She’s pretty upfront about it.

Initially startled, Vivien quickly kisses back. Soft passionate lips and soapy skin rubbing together in hot water is enough to rev Ava back up in record time. She doesn’t have the confidence of a movie star, but it’s not her first time. The kiss becomes not only deeper but more mutually hungry.

Vivien’s hands caress her body more obviously now.

“Touch me,” Vivien says breathlessly. Those words are high on the list of ones that Ava wants to hear. Water sloshes as she repositions, lips locked, only for Vivien to break free, blinking. “Wait, no. Time. Time.” It’s like she’s saying it to herself. She shakes her head, then gives Ava a sort of look.

“What?” Ava is ready to go. She has never been readier.

“I’m supposed to be the one on top, now I’m all worked up and I have to do stuff.” Vivien seems more amused than bothered, although there’s a hint of poutiness there.

Ava thinks for a split second about how to play it.

“Uh,” she says, making a slightly cringing face. “Please don’t punish me, Mommy?” she says hesitantly.

Vivien snorts. “God.” She pushes wet hair out of Ava’s face and moves close. “We’ll see.”

She hauls herself out of the bath, and Ava savors the view for only a moment before following. She doesn’t want to actually be a nuisance. There’s a towel warmer, and that helps cut through the disappointment of being edged like this.

“I think that outfit’s done for the day,” Vivien says. “Jane’ll take care of it.”

“Should I go back naked?”

“Do you want to?”

“No.”

“Too bad.” Vivien takes out a robe and offers it.

“It’s monogrammed,” Ava notes.

“Is it?”

Like she doesn’t know. The robe is probably an even more provocative look than the sexy maid costume. Ava’s hair is wet, and her chest would draw enough attention even if her nipples weren’t stubbornly pokey from being turned on to an eleven. The clingy robe makes her look like she stepped out of a horny noir movie. She does like Vivien’s slippers, though.

She pads back out into the mansion. A hand touches her arm.

“Eep!”

It’s Jane, who looks serious. “You OK?”

“Of course,” Ava replies, relieved. She fans her face. “Blue balls, but I’ll live.”

“I didn’t mean to walk you into that. I didn’t think she was in the mood to pounce. That’s on me.”

“I’m not complaining.”

“Just don’t fall for it.”

“By fall for it, you mean fall for her?”

“Everyone thinks they won’t. Then they do.”

Ava understands. “Don’t worry. I come from a sorority where keeping it casual is our religion. I’m good.”

“You sure? Because you look like an adolescent lesbian who just discovered Elvira.”

“I love Elvira,” Ava says defensively.

“Change out of that robe. You can’t stop her from parading you around as a trophy, but you don’t have to parade yourself.”

“Clothes. Clothes are the plan,” Ava assures her. “Can I just ask it?”

Jane is carrying a tray with two coffees and some cookies on it. She balances it on her hand and places the other one on her hip. Ava tries not to picture the sexy black lingerie that she has under that maid outfit.

“Might as well,” she says briskly.

“Do you do stuff with her?”

“I give her happy endings when she behaves,” Jane replies without a hint of bashfulness, wiggling her fingers. “But that’s it. I don’t let her touch me.”

“You must want to sometimes.”

“It’s the principle of the thing. She’s a spoiled human being. Someone has to remind her that she can’t have literally anything she wants whenever she wants it. I keep her humble.”

“You really like her.”

“She’s a likable person.”

“Anyone special in your life?”

Jane snorts, blushing a little. “What are you, her daughter?”

“That would be weird,” Ava notes.

“Yeah. Go change.”

Jane heads back up toward the apartment while Ava makes her way down to the landing only to find Annette emerging from the hallway. Annette has changed into leggings and a crewneck sweatshirt with Riley Jameson and Adella Salazar standing back to back, arms folded, above the old FUTA logo.

Annette stops in her tracks, eyes wide. Her nostrils flare slightly as she takes in the sight of Ava.

Blushing furiously, Ava gives her a little wave.

“Hi,” she says.

“That has to be a record,” Annette says calmly. “I guess it’s good that age isn’t slowing her down.” She starts down the stairs. “You know you have responsibility for your own actions, right? This isn’t on me,” she adds as she walks past.

“Are you meeting with her?”

“Afraid so.”

Ava thinks fast.

Should she change out of this robe?

Or go with Annette to this meeting? She’s supposed to be an assistant, after all.