Kallen's New Plan

Andrew didn't join her for a bath after sex, and Kallen was grateful for that. She needed time to think- to plan, to process, to decide on a course of action- and having Andrew ram into her wouldn't be helpful.

She didn't feel like a long soak- using the rosewater felt wrong without Andrew here- and instead opted for a hot shower, letting the water relax her aching muscles. The steam wafted through the bathroom, heating it. Consequently, when Kallen stepped out from behind the shower curtains, she didn't bother wrapping a towel around her body to fend off the chill.

The bathroom mirror caught her eyes. It was an ornate full-body one, extending from floor to ceiling. Her step-mother had insisted on having such a mirror installed, saying that it helped her ensure she was presentable before leaving the room.

Most days, Kallen would have ignored her reflection. She knew what she looked like. She had seen her reflection daily for the last seventeen years. Five feet, seven inches. Shoulder-length red hair. Blue eyes.

Eyes the same color as Milly's.

She looked closer and repeated the same questions she had been asking herself for the last week. Why were the two of them treated so differently? Why did Andrew prefer Milly?

Was it her hair color? Did he prefer blondes to red-heads?

Was it her breasts? Her arms cupped her chest. She remembered hearing that anything more than a handful was wasted, and when she had first slept with Andrew, she had been delighted to note that her breasts fit his hands perfectly. Perhaps Andrew didn't agree with that assessment, however, and preferred Milly's larger bust.

Was it her body? She carried no scars, having been ensconced in the metal cockpit of her Knightmare for most of her career as a soldier, but the fact that she had been a soldier made itself visible in other ways. Her figure was trim.

There wasn't a drop of excess fat on her body. Her limbs were slim, her abs were visible, and her ass was tight. It didn't bounce and jiggle the way Milly's ass did when he slapped it. It wasn't the body a noble lady should have.

Did Andrew find her ugly? For a fearful moment, Kallen considered the answer might be yes. And then the oddities came to mind.

Of all the women in Ashford Academy, all the pretty Britannian flower, Andrew had plucked her first. He had chosen her as the girl he gave his virginity to, claiming her long before he did Milly Ashford.

Kallen remembered the need with which he kissed her. The first kiss was always with bruising ****; one of a **** man who had been counting the minutes from the last time they had one of their affairs.

And she remembered how quickly he panted when she pleased him. He came to his climax far quicker with her than he did with Milly.

His reactions were not that of a man who found her ugly. Kallen looked at herself again, from the top.

Her features were sharp- exotic. There were only traces of her Japanese heritage in her features. Not enough to ring any alarm bells with Britannian's, but they were there and they made her all the more beautiful. Enough people told her so for Kallen to know it to be true.

Her breasts, while smaller than Milly's were perky. Exercise had strengthened her chest muscles enough that they appeared to defy gravity. They hovered whereas Milly's sagged.

Her stomach- her body in general- was toned like that of a swimsuit model.

A swimsuit model- Kallen tried not to feel self-conscious as she posed before her bathroom mirror, giving her best 'come hither' smile. She felt silly, but she looked beautiful. Enchanting even.

Was that really her?

She held the pose for a second and then relaxed. It wasn't her looks. Whatever reason Andrew had for favoring Milly, it wasn't her looks.

Or did he favor Milly? Could she be reading the situation wrong?

Kallen kept her eye locked on the mirror, reminding herself that she was beautiful and that Andrew came quicker with her than he did her rival. And more with her than with Milly.

Andrew got her into his bed more often, seeking her out before school even began most days and paying her a disproportionate amount of attention during their group sessions. More often than not, Milly served as an accessory during those sessions, while Kallen took the spotlight.

Kallen thought back to the first time she had been put in a maid outfit. Milly hadn't slept with Andrew that day. She had instead jotted down notes on what needed to be changed about Kallen’s uniform. Milly served as more of a manager or personal assistant than anything else.

The more Kallen thought, the more examples she could find of this. Milly was the smart girl; the devious one. She was the one that Andrew turned to when he needed to bounce his ideas off someone, or needed a suggestion about something. But when it came time to fuck, it was always Kallen he turned to.

With a start, Kallen realized that she had been reading the situation wrong. Andrew might have been treating her differently than he did Milly, but that didn't mean that he was treating her worse. He was treating the two of them per their specialties.

Milly was the better conversationalist and flirt, while Kallen was the better fuck.

Was that a good thing, or a bad thing? Far be it from clarifying her position, the revelation made Kallen more confused.

She wanted to win her place next to Andrew. Was being his preferred bed warmer an advantage or a disadvantage?

Did it matter? Could she change anything at this stage?

Not two hours ago, Kallen had tried to change how he view her and become a discount Milly. The strategy had failed and Andrew had made it clear that he wasn't open to her changing.

"Next time, go with a shorter skirt and a skimpier top and I’ll be happier with you for it," Kallen repeated Andrew's words to herself. She couldn't be more like Milly and adopt her strengths, but maybe she could lean into the advantages she already had.

The idea that this might backfire like every idea Kallen had until now occurred to her, but she **** it away. Milly was so far ahead of her at the moment that Kallen would lose if she did nothing. In this situation, it was better to go for a final Hail-Mary than it was to go gently into the good night.

And so gamble she would.

That night, Kallen went online and used her debit card for the first time in a while. After a bit of browsing, she found what she was looking for and put in an order, making sure to choose express shipping as she did.

"It's not exactly a shorter skirt, but I think this counts, sir." Kallen hoped her voice sounded more confident than she felt. She could acknowledge a gamble's necessity, while still fearing the consequences it failing.

"Wow," Andrew breathed out, staring at her, mouth open.

His words weren't eloquent, and that assuaged Kallen's nervousness. There wasn't any thought behind Andrew's words, meaning that they were his honest first impression. His word was sincere.

It suggested that, despite ignoring Andrew's guidelines, Kallen had done something right.

Kallen had two things she wanted out of this. First, she wanted to promote herself with Andrew and make it clear how valuable she could be. Secondly, she wanted to convince him to let her get out of her maid uniform.

Kallen had realized that her maid uniform wasn't a normal uniform. It could best be described as fetish-ware. The skirt was shorter than necessary, it came with high-heels that framed her legs but got in the way of moving, and there was a corset that made her breasts look fantastic but kept her from breathing. None of this was conducive to cooking or cleaning but it did give Andrew a show.

"Next time, go with a shorter skirt and a skimpier top and I’ll be happier with you for it."

If Andrew wanted to fuck her in fetish-ware, fine. Kallen didn't have a problem with that. Her problems were limited to the maid uniform specifically. If she could get permission to wear other outfits for his pleasure, Kallen would count that as a win.

Because of everything that was riding on this- and because of how risky this was- Kallen decided against gently ramping things up. If Andrew didn't like what she was wearing on day one, then he could forbid her from deviating from her assigned outfit. In that scenario, there would be no day two, and Kallen would be screwed.

Consequently, instead of buying something semi-normal to start, Kallen had gone straight for one of the sexiest- or sluttiest- outfits she could find.

Turning slowly so that Andrew got the best possible look at her firm rear, Kallen spoke, "Variety is the spice of life. I know you said you wanted a shorter skirt and skimpier top, but I've been wearing nothing but skirts for a while now. I thought they might have been getting boring."

To emphasize her point, Kallen started to shake her booty. If she had been wearing a skirt, the loose fabric would have swayed with the motion, obscuring her ass. The pink yoga pants she wearing right now, on the other hand, clung to Kallen's ass, making sure that the motions of each muscle were highlighted as she danced.

It wasn't the most comfortable outfit to be in. Her top was a hot pink leotard that barely covered her tits, making it feel like any sudden movement would result in them springing loose. It didn't help that the outfit stayed up by hooking around her waist and going under her body.

Kallen wasn't sure if the leotard was supposed to cause her pants to wedge itself into her ass and pussy, but she wouldn't be surprised. Anything with the name: 'Playboy Bunny Outfit,' probably didn't take the comfort of the girl wearing it into account.

The outfit was designed to please male viewers. In that, it did its job.

"Very boring," Andrew agreed, eyes glued to her ass.

Kallen smothered a smile. Turning, she prowled towards him, more like a panther than a bunny. "Would you like to see me in more outfits like this, sir?" Kallen purposefully waited to poise the question until after she plopped herself onto his lap.

She remembered that one of his main problems with her dress had been how difficult it had been to get access to her body in that outfit. Consequently, Kallen made sure to highlight that despite this outfit not coming with a skirt, he could still easily access certain parts of her.

Winding her fingers through his hair, Kallen guided Andrew to the cleavage her leotard left exposed, and then she shook her tits in his face. After a few seconds, she drew back and waited to see what he would do.

Would he chase after her or would he answer her question? Either one would work for her.

Andrew did neither, instead opting to pull her leotard down, causing her tits to bounce free of their confines.

Kallen winced. Partially because gravity wasn't gentle with her tits and partially because he was taking her outfit off.

When she was wearing her maid uniform, Andrew fucked her in the full ensemble, only moving the parts that he needed to get access to her body. He also insisted that she do all the normal jobs of a maid, making Kallen suspect that Andrew appreciated roleplay.

Her best bet at getting him to do what she wanted was to play into that tendency of his by not only looking like a bunny-girl but also playing into the bunny-girl stereotypes. Kallen had been intending to bounce on his dick while still garbed in her outfit.

If this went well- and if Andrew was willing to amend his orders- then Kallen could escalate from there. She had, for instance, seen a cute nurse outfit yesterday and was more than willing to give her 'patient' a checkup.

All of that planning would be for naught if Andrew stripped her fully, which is why it was a relief when he stopped at revealing her breasts.

Andrew would have stripped Kallen fully, but he couldn't figure out what was holding the ensemble up. He would have looked for it, but with his head buried in Kallen's chest, he couldn't look around. Instead, his hands blindly roamed Kallen's bareback, enjoying the feeling of her lithe muscles under his palms.

He didn't feel this often, despite having sex with her daily. Neither the Ashford Academy uniform nor her maid uniform revealed her musculature, making it easy to forget just how fit Kallen was.

It struck Andrew that was a waste of a damn fine woman. He had only been savoring her in the most obvious of ways: worshiping her pert breasts, tight-cunt, and tighter ass. There was so much of her that had gone ignored because her outfits had failed to highlight it.

Perhaps he should have Kallen diversify her wardrobe. Highlight a different part of her hot body every week or so.

As he kissed her, he decided that was exactly what he would do. Wasn't he the smartest?

This chapter was commissioned by 3rddyanst for February 2021,

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