"'Tis the Season"
The finale to "Omens" and "Cornucopia"
by Musker
(part 1)
Yes Virgina, there is a Santa Claus
"Ho Ho Ho, Merrrry Christmas Everybody, MERRY CHRISTMAS! Ho Ho Ho"
It was a late Thursday afternoon and the star studded nigh had already
taken possession of the sky. It was the last Thursday before Christmas too.
A time of peace, happiness and good will towards all. And many a good
tidings could be seen and heard from the hustle and bustle of people
passing one another on the sidewalk. The vast majority of them complete
strangers to one another, but with the spirit of Christmas well entrenched
in their heart so as to wish everyone a robust Merry Christmas. Even the
collection bucket would sing out's in thankful gratitude when coins where
dropped into it's deep metal cup. And to those who were willing to give a
little extra that was not echoed in a metal ring, then the rosy cheeked
Santa Claus standing on the street corner with his happy ringing bell would
make sure such a gift would not go unappreciated.
"Thanks you lovely lady. And you too kind Miss. Ho Ho Ho, Have a fine and
Merry Christmas to the both of you!" And as the Santa continued to ring his
bell of good cheer, the two young women continued on their walk down the
block of glittering and dazzling store fronts eagerly waiting to assist the
last minute shopper.
"Well that's our good deed for the day Heidi."
"It sure has to be Katie. I only have enough money for one more gift. And
lucky for me that's all I need too."
"You mean your broke after that?"
"As poor as a church mouse on Christmas eve."
"Well girlfriend, how about I buy us both a cup of hot chocolate. I think I
have enough for that and a gift to boot."
"With marshmallows on top?"
"You got it! As much of the white fluffy stuff as you like. Which is
definitely different from the white fluffy stuff that's coming down now."
"Oh I love the snow! Don't you Katie?"
"You bet! Especially when I can make a snow ball like this and then throw
it at a dear friend like that!"
"HEY!"
And that's how it started. Two college coeds out in the city for some last
minute Christmas shopping and then the next thing that happens is that they
are the instigators of a snow ball fight. A joyful challenge of aim and
toss that soon encompassed some twenty people or more! But the snow on the
ground was still soft and fluffy and no one was getting hurt. Oh there were
a few grinches who accidentally got hit with a puff of cold white stuff,
and in return they gave those well armed people a good piece of their mind.
But it only got them more of the same in the end. So they were soon seen
hastening away moaning that Christmas was nothing but a Hum Bug!
But there was one lady who did get the brunt of it. A tall somewhat middle
aged woman dressed in the height of Christmas elegance. She was walking
along at a steady pace, deep in thought and paying only minor attention to
the many happy frolicking people around her. Those same people who were in
the mitts of creating their own little snow blizzard.
The lady was wearing a long red leather coat that kept flying open no
matter how hard she tried to keep the front close with her hands in the
pockets. It was Katie who saw her first, or more like the matching red
leather hat on her head. A hat that begged to be knocked off by a well
placed snow ball.
As the woman in the targeted red hat walked passed them, no more than ten
to fifteen away, Katie let fly with her best well pack snow ball. In less
than two seconds it hit the woman smack on the back of her left shoulder.
The impact caused the woman to stop dead in her tracks. But so preoccupied
with her thoughts was she, that the woman didn't even notice that she was
just hit with a snow ball. She thought instead that it was someone tapping
her on shoulder trying to get her attention. So when she turned to see who
it was that's when she got it. Right in the face with another white puff of
snow, compliments of Heidi.
Of course it was an accident. Heidi, like Katie, was aiming for the red
hat. But as the snow began to slide down the woman's face to reveal a
wrinkled brow and tightly pursed lips, the two coeds knew the woman would
never have seen it as just a simple little mishap.
The woman removed her custom fitted gloved hand from her pocket and used it
to wipe a large chunk of snow from her face with one tense swipe. Then she
looked dead ahead to see who was responsible. That's when three sets of
eyes made contact. One, full of hot vengeful anger, and the other two awash
with apprehension and a tad bit of fear.
When the woman took the first aggressive step in the coeds direction, the
two girls knew they were in for it. That's when Heidi had the bright idea
of yelling out, "RED HAT! RED HAT! Get the RED HAT!"
On the woman's third step she was deluged with snow balls from all around
her. Her red leather coat and hat were like the center bull's eye on a
target as a continuous flow of snow began to bury her right where she
stood. All she could do was to huddle into herself for protection and then
try to retreat away, minus her red leather hat. The same red hat that
Heidi quickly picked up and ran with in the opposite direction, followed by
her mischievous comrade in arms Katie.
About a half hour later both girls were sitting in a bar. Their planned hot
chocolate with marshmallows had become a cup of coffee with a shot of
whisky in it. They were laughing and having a good old time reminiscing
about their recent snow ball fight with each trying on the red hat in mock
effigy. The red hat had become their trophy, a symbol of their victory over
the upper class woman who dare crossed their path.
About the same time and a few blocks away a tall slightly middle aged woman
in a red leather coat walked through the front door of a very posh
boutique.
"Ah, Ms. Davenport. Here are your messages and you have a departmental
meeting in fifteen minu... Oh My GOSH! Are you all right Ms. Davenport?"
A pretty fair skinned young woman dressed in a light green silk blouse and
a dark green leather skirt was totally taken aback by the new image of her
boss that greeted her now. An image that didn't in the least match the
image she saw leaving the store only an hour ago. Back then her boss looked
like she always did. A very confident and elegant business woman dressed
impeccably in the latest elitist fashion. Today she wore a very stylish
champagne colored pant's suit that draped on her slim body with regal air.
And her mid-length blonde hair was done up with tres chic style and beauty.
But now she looked a total mess. She was soaked to the bone with her free
flowing pants suit hugging her body in unbecoming folds and wrinkles. Her
hair was dripping wet too, with most of it all matted down and snarled into
knots. Even her make up which was normally light and brought out her
beautiful feminine features was now smeared and runny.
"Yes Jenny. I'm all right." The tall slightly middle age woman said to her
concern looking assistant as she began removing her leather gloves that
were now completely soaked through and then put them in her coat pocket.
"You will have to cancel the meeting and reschedule it for tomorrow" she
said while wiping her nose from a drop of melted snow that ran down it's
side.
"Yes, of course Ms. Davenport. But . . . but, how . . . what happened to
you Ms. Davenport?"
The tall, wet, co-owner of the boutique took her dripping leather coat off
and handed it to Jenny while replying to her assistants question with a bit
disgust in her voice, "Christmas Jenny, Christmas is what happened to me."
And as Jenny exchanged a handful of messages for her boss's soggy coat,
Ms. Davenport turned and walk away to the elevator. Jenny could hear her
boss muttering to herself in the process. Something about getting even with
those two girls, before she was too far away to hear the rest of it.
Just as her boss passed through the opening doors Jenny came running up to
the elevator with quick mincing steps because of her tight leather skirt
and because she did not want to slip on her boss's dribbling trail left
there on the floor like bread crumbs.
"Oh Ms. Davenport! You told me to remind you when you got back that you
have only a day and half left before the party."
"Yes Jenny, that you Jenny." The cold wet dripping manager was trying her
best not to snap back at her assistant, for she knew Jenny was only doing
her job. But her current humiliating and angry condition was making it very
hard for her not too. So she quickly began reading the messages that Jenny
handed to her to quickly take her mind off Jenny.
"Oh, one more thing Ms. Davenport." Jenny said holding her boss's coat out
in front of her so as not to get wet from the water dripping.
"Where is your red leather hat?"
And as the doors of the elevator slowly closed, the last thing Jenny saw
was her boss staring at her. It was a very sober determined stare with one
of her eyebrows raised in a somewhat threatening pose as if to say 'Don't
push it Jenny!'.
Jenny jerked her head back in surprised. It was the first time she ever
seen such a look from her boss directed solely at her and it scared her.
But then she thought for a moment as to the cause of it and then wrote it
off as probably nothing that she caused. Besides, Jenny liked her boss, and
her job. And she thought her boss liked her and her performance in kind. So
she figured her boss was having just one of those days compounded ever so
much so with the lost of her favorite red hat.
Then Jenny went back to her duties as the assistant manager of this
wonderful boutique. That is after she called maintenance to clean up the
polished marble floor from all the water that her bossed dripped over it.
And, after sending out her boss's sopping wet leather coat and gloves to be
dry cleaned. Jenny was quite the efficient and conscientious assistant.
And one day she had hopes of taking over Ms. Davenport's position in
managing the most exclusive and prestigious boutiques in the entire city,
"Madame Rouso's Boutique".
Ms. Davenport took the elevator to the 4th floor were her private residence
was. It was just an apartment she used when she had to stay in the city for
business or for some special event. She continued to look through the
messages as the elevator doors opened and as she walked out into the
hallway and to the door of her abode. The vast majority of her messages
came from the same person. Something that caused her to sigh heavily.
As she entered her apartment she yelled out, "It's just me Auntie!" and
then she started to remove her expensive leather pumps that now squished
when she walked in them.
"Oh Judith, I didn't know you were coming back so... Oh my goodness!"
An old silver haired woman came walking slowly around the corner and into
the foyer of the apartment. She was wearing a long fluffy housecoat and a
matching pair of slippers. She looked like she was ready for a relaxing
night just before going to bed.
"I know, I know. Not to worry Auntie. I'm quite all right. Just a bit wet
that's all. Haaa CHUUU!"
"Oh course you are my dear. And on the verge of catching your death of cold
too I might add. So hurry up now and get out of those wet clothes and take
a nice hot shower. I'll have Fife make you some hot soup in the mean time."
"No, no soup Auntie. But maybe a hot cup of coffee would be nice. I still
have a lot of work to do today. And, . . . are you all right Auntie? It
seems to be a bit early for you to turn in." Judith was surprised with her
Aunt Margaret's retired condition. It was now her turn to show concern for
her dear Aunt. A role that was becoming more and more a dominant part in
her life now. And one she loved doing in gratitude for everything her Aunt
did for her when she was much younger.
When she was just a kid her parents were no where to be found. They were
either doing drugs, far out of town, or in the state's prison facilities.
It was a path that she too was well on her way in following if it wasn't
for her Aunt Margaret. She took her in when no one else wanted a rebellious
young teenager and trouble maker to boot. And once she was in her Aunt's
care, her Aunt set her on the straight and narrow all right and quick like.
It wasn't an easy task to say the least, but her Aunt persisted and never
gave up on her. Now it was her turn to be there for her Aunt when she
needed it, and to never give up on her. Which was another reason for having
an apartment in the city. It allowed her Aunt to live out her life in an
active community with a great variety of places to go, people to see and
things to do, all be it she seldom explored them any more.
"Now don't you go and worry about me girl! I was just feeling a little
tired and my arthritis was acting up that's all. Now you get your wet self
in that shower this minute and I'll get Fife to make you something to warm
your insides up when you get out. Now scoot!"
Judith simply rolled her eyes and headed for her bedroom. She knew arguing
with her Aunt was a useless cause. She also knew that her Aunt was right
too, as the second sneeze came out in full force just as she stepped into
her big bedroom. She quickly placed her messages and jewelry on her vanity
and headed for her bathroom.
It was a very stylist room with a high tray ceiling, expressive wall paper
and a soft marbled tiled floor that made the whole room feel warm and
elegant. In one corner was a large soothing whirlpool bath and in the
adjacent corner an equally relaxing large shower stall. Judith played a
major role in the entire room's design as well as it's decoration, of
which, she was very proud of her custom made shower fixture the most.
Judith had most of her clothes off by now as they laid haphazardly in many
piles on the floor leading up to the shower. She then grabbed the large
brass vertical handle of the wide glass door, pulled it open and reached in
to turn the water on. The valve was more like a push button than a lever,
which was exactly the way she designed it. It was far more creative this
way, mixing art and functionality, which by the way was a hobby with her.
Thus she found it immensely satisfying that in order to turn on the water
she had to push the remaining part of the brass colored dildoe all the way
up into the girl's pussy until it started to vibrate. For it was the
feedback from feeling the strong vibration that brought the biggest smile
to Judith's face. It let her know that the system was working just fine and
the flow of water was well on it's way. It also signaled the girl, the
recipient of having said dildoe forced deep up inside of her, to begin
using her well trained vagina muscles to hold on to the dildoe for however
long Judith demanded it so.
By now Judith was completely naked and desperately in need of that hot
shower as a cold chill caused her to shiver uncontrollably. But before she
took that eager step inside, she felt the water for temperature. No point
adding freezing water to a body all ready covered in goose bumps.
The gentle falling water was as she suspected, cold! So she immediately
grabbed the girl's left rubber clad breast, squeezed it hard and twisted it
counter clockwise for more hot water. The more she twisted the soft well
endowed orb the more hot water came flooding forth. And when the water had
reached a temperature that Judith though adequate, she jumped right in to
it's welcoming hot embrace.
Immediately the cold chill was washed from her body and the heat of the
water warmed her body from head to foot. It wasn't long before she had
become accustomed to the first level of hot water when she wanted more. So
again she grabbed the girl's projecting breast, with the noticeably erect
nipple, and twisted it in the direction for more soothing warmth. She
watched with growing pleasure as her well manicured red nails dug deep into
the subtle black covered flesh without a single worry of cutting into the
thin rubber based membrane that formed itself like a second skin around the
girl's proud breast.
Judith was very pleased with this latest method of regulating the water
temperature. It was very responsive, and very interactive. She always
thought that taking a shower should be a fun and pleasurable experience,
other than just getting clean. She did try other "interactive" methods, but
they all left her longing for something better. For example, there was the
four inch diameter brass rings that hung from the pierced base of each of
the girl's nipples. In order to get more or less water, all she had to do
was to pull down on the ring for more and pull up on the ring for less.
This technique met with her criteria and all, especially when she heard the
muffled squeal of the girl when she pulled on her tethered nipples a bit
too vigorously. But Judith didn't care for how it left the rest of the
girls breasts inattentive. And when she did try to "play" with the girls
breasts and nipples, which she enjoyed doing as much as some people liked
singing in the shower, it always seemed to change the temperature of the
water somehow. Which was definitely not a good thing.
Then she tried a mock analogy of a spoke wheel handle like on those old
fashion white bath fixtures. She had a band of metal surrounding each
breast in the middle, squeezing them until the girl's breast ballooned out
in front and behind it. Then she had several short fat spokes about the
size of her thumb projecting out from this ring all around the girl's
breasts. It was now a simple act to turn the spoke wheel, or handle, to the
left or right from it's resting position for more or less desired water. It
was very efficient and all, but it again lacked the ability for her to
satisfactory play with the girl's rubber clad breasts. The ballooned out
flesh made the poor girl's nipples practically disappear. And her soft
breast meat was so firm and tight that they felt more like bowling balls
than anything feminine and human. So this method too was rejected.
But now with this new methodology, it met with Judith's complete
satisfaction. The girl's rubber coated breasts were there in full view now
and completely unencumbered. Even her nipples were left unobstructed and
well define by the pliant membrane coating it. And having to firmly grasp
and twist the breast for the desire water temperature meant there would be
no more accidents with sudden water changes either. Judith could play with
the smooth black tactile fullness of the girl's proud femininity to her
hearts content. She then made a mental note to herself to put something
extra in the Christmas stockings of her inventive staff for bringing her
creative fantasy into enjoyable reality, just like they did with the rest
of her shower fixture.
That's how it all worked. When Judith had an interesting idea she would
present it to her staff of gifted doctors and engineers and they would work
their educated magic into bringing it to fruit. Of course there was the
time consuming development stage where she and her staff would have to try
a little of this and do some of that to make the overall concept work in
practicality. But often times that was the best part. Well, maybe not for
all concern, like for instance the girl being transformed at the time. But
then again once a girl agreed to take part in one of Judith's fantasy ideas
the ability to change her mind was basically null and void after that, just
like Ginger here.
When an opening was made available for a special project, Ginger couldn't
volunteer fast enough, as did the vast majority of the girls in the "Humans
as Resource Department". Judith let a rumor spread that it was much better
doing a short stink as a subject in one of her experiments then fulfilling
a much longer period of indenture servitude as a generic work unit of the
HRD. This way she gave the illusion that the girls had a choice with
regards to their fate in life while at the same time always having a
willing supply of girls to pick from. And when Ginger, who was known only
as number 62 back in the HRD, found out that her physical form met with the
posted requirements she immediately took the bait. It was only when she
learned the details of Judith's twisted mind that Ginger tried to back out
of the deal. But by then she was well on her way to becoming another living
breathing object of Ms. Davenport's evil desires. Or in this case, a shower
fixture.
Except for the breast temperature control system, Ginger's successful
transformation went fairly smoothly. The staff had already worked out the
overall transformation in detail, which meant all that needed to be done
was to implement it. And once a girl was labeled a "generic work unit" of
the HRD, she was all primed and ready for anything Judith could thing of,
or anyone else in her expanding operations for that matter.
A long time ago Judith thought that by having a pool of generic girl types
made available at a moments notice, she could save herself and her
operations a lot of time, money and energy. Otherwise she would have to
repeatedly squander away resources to bring a simple girl off the streets
up to a certain level just to begin with. Thus she created the department
called "Boot Camp". And it was the responsibility of those mangers and
doctors in said department to produce a standardized product for generic
use by anyone who needed one.
Therefore, to become a viable produce worthy of the label "generic work
unit" of the HRD, Boot Camp had to do the following to all the girls that
entered their service;
1. She had to have all her body hair removed. Even her eyebrows and eye
lashes must be gone. And her follicles had to be chemically treated
so as to keep any hair from growing back for an extended period of
time. The standard amount of time varied because it was based on the
treatment used, but the minimum was no less than three months.
2. Her body had to be healthy and in excellent physical shape. Which
meant a strict diet high in protein and low in fat and sugar with
very little variety as to taste or texture. A vigorous exercise plan
was followed to the letter so her body mass could maintain the
correct ratio of muscle to fat. The end product had to be
representative of a young active woman at the height of her physical
prose with a great degree of flexibility.
3. Her general figure must be above average in feminine attractiveness.
This required an aggressive training program in the wearing of tight
constricting corsets and increasing higher heels. As well as other
restrictive accouterments to train, mold and extenuate her normal
female shape into the most voluptuous and sexually perceived creature
possible, without surgery.
Boot Camp applied this criteria to all their recruits. To all the addicted
female drug users they could find on the edge of complete destruction. To
all those cheap seedy prostitutes ready to fuck anything for a mer couple
of bucks. To all those convicted criminals in women's prisons who were
looking for an easy way out without the least bit consideration for their
crime or victims, unbeknownst to them that Boot Camp and the HRD was
anything but "easy". Or to any number of women who were a detriment to
civil society, to their love ones or to themselves. These were the girls
that Boot Camp took in and transformed into Judith's idea of a generic work
unit.
Then after a girl server out a period of time in the HRD, she was then put
into a program to be reeducated and train as a competent member of society,
with a new healthy life style and a real future to look forward to. And by
volunteering for various "special" projects that new life, which dangled
before them on the end of a stick like a delicious carrot, was that much
closer to becoming reality for the girls. Those girls whom Judith gave a
second chance for a better life to. Obviously Judith's life before her Aunt
took her in made a distinct impression on her.
And as to why Judith pick Ginger over all the rest of the "off the shelf
units", the answer was a simple one. Even though each girl came out of the
cookie cutting Boot Camp the same way, each of them still retained some
basic feature that made them slightly different from all the rest. Some
were tall, some were short, some had unique ethnic attributes like skin
color, eye shapes and thin or full lips, and some simply had a little more
to start with than the others. Which was the case with number 62. She had a
little extra in the breast and nipple area that caught Judith's critical
excited eye. So when Judith selected generic work unit number 62 for her
shower fixture project, that's when 62 became known as Ginger once more.
Giving back a girl's name was Judith's way of adding a little incentive for
the girls to volunteer. Being called a name, their original name no less,
was far better than going through life as an indiscrete number any day. It
made the girls feel more human again. A feeling that was quickly stripped
away when they found out what Judith had planned for them.
It wasn't until Ginger was literally bound to a vertical superstructure
like a rigid flagpole, that she found her newly found humanity falling by
the way side. The superstructure was no more than a half inch thick and six
to ten inches wide, but it conformed to the natural flowing curve of her
spine, the back of her skull and the back of her legs as if it was molded
to her. Then a series of metal brass bands were used to fix her naked body
to this support as if she was physically one with this hard inflexible
object. Even her feet were sharply banded together and forced on point as
if they wanted her to look like a ballerina balancing sedately on the very
tips of her toes. Then one band in particular was really not a band of
metal at all, even though it held her to the support just the same. This
one looked much like an hour glass waist cinch that pulled her in at the
middle very tightly and then flared out above and below to meld with her
hips and ribs as if it were all part of her natural svelte female form.
But again, when it finally dawned on the girls that what they walked
blindly into was far worst for them as human beings than when they were
known only as a number in the HRD, it was much too late. In a blink of an
eye they were quickly transformed into Judith's latest creation. A
transformation that Judith would never ever miss in her life.
For Ginger that meant she was quickly surround by people doing all sorts of
nasty things to her. One person was forcing some kind of plastic cup device
deep into her mouth to keep it opened and her tongue pressed down. Another
was shoving tubes up her nose and then pushing a small wad of cotton in her
ears. A third told her to close her eyes while they were taped shut. And
finally three other people were unceremoniously moving her arms into a L-
shape and then forced them to stay like that with more brass bands around
yet another support. A support that was latched tightly to the main
superstructure post haste. And when they finished this attachment, Ginger's
upper arms were held close to her body while her lower arms stuck out in
front of her at right angles to her body.
Judith loved watching her well choreograph staff restraining, immobilizing
and turning an otherwise living breathing young woman into a carefully
crafted inanimate object of her own creation. But Ginger was a special test
case. In the past, a girl was first made to wear a full body covering
catsuit made from either rubber or latex before she was put into a specific
immobilized form. But Judith received something from one of Madame Rouso's
friends, a Dr. F. Stein, that promised to be better than either of those
materials in encapsulating Judith's new hybrid bathroom appliance.
It involved spraying Ginger with three thin coats of different chemical
mixtures. These three film like layers would literally act together to form
one resilient artificial skin while still maintaining the desired
characteristics of rubber and latex.
The first layer was pure white and would biochemically react with the skin
so as to be literally bonded to it at the molecular level. It took about an
hour to dry, but when it did, the skin felt very firm and plastic like and
the bond it made to the skin would soon break down and the film would then
start to peel off. That is why a second layer of another chemical mixture
was applied only a few minutes after the first layer was. This second layer
acted as a buffer to retard the chemical curing effect of the first layer
as well as act as a primer for the next layer to adhere to. The final third
layer was what made the overall labor intensive procedure worth the effort.
After this substance was sprayed on it quickly reacted with the primer and
was dry to the touch in a matter of minutes. And once it dried, it had the
same flexibility and constricting nature like rubber did and It always
stayed shiny and silky smooth like high polished latex. It also could take
some very harsh treatment without it being ripped or stretched out of
shape, while still allowing the wearer the ability to feel the slightest
touch. It did all this as well as allowing the skin to breathe, which was a
real plus. For now the wearer of said artificial skin could keep in it for
however long they wanted, or however long Judith wanted it. And it one
wanted it to be removed in part or in whole, all that needed to be done was
to use a secrete solvent, compliments of Dr. Stein, and volia!
Thus, when Ginger was taken from the spray booth she looked like a perfect
ebony statue all bright and shiny like high polished marble. So excited was
Judith in seeing her fantasy becoming reality that she unconsciously began
fingering the buttons on her blouse in anxious anticipation of taking that
first shower with her new shower fixture. But a few more things needed to
be done. Like to replace the black membrane that was covering her eyes with
a pair of clear plastic goggle like ones for Ginger to look through. Then
there were the water control systems, not to mention the method for
mounting the new shower fixture in the shower stall itself. But all these
little pesky nuances didn't concern Judith. She just wanted her shower
fixture installed and working, just like any normal human being. And when
Ginger was installed, Judith took the longest shower she had ever had. She
enjoyed herself so much that when she left the shower her skin looked like
an old wrinkled prune. But never-the-less, it was well worth it. And it has
been so ever since the last modification to the water regulation system.
Which was over a week ago.
Judith took the large soft sponge from the tray that was resting on
Ginger's out stretch arms. Then she removed the fragrant bar of rich
lanolin soap from the soap dish and began lathering up her sponge with it.
She then placed the soap bar back on it's dish, which was now Ginger's over
stretched wide rubber coated mouth. The plastic cup that was initially
forced inside her mouth was necessary to form the tall, wide and deep well
like opening for any desired bar of soap that Judith might use. It also
prevented the triple layer skin coating concoction from being sprayed down
her throat, which in turn prevented any soapy water from running down the
same path when it dried.
Judith sure loved taking a shower now. And many a time she had to force
herself to stop playing with her fixture and exit said water stall just so
she wouldn't miss a meeting or turn into a prune again. But it was so hard
not to spend the extra time in squeezing such ripen black breasts and
plucking those two erect perky nipples that laid so beckoning before her.
Or playful and repeatedly gliding her hands and fingers up and down the
silky enhanced feminine silhouette that stood rigid as a rail on tippy toes
until she finally brought them to rest over that beautiful rubber clad
vibrating pussy. A pussy and love button she so enjoyed teasing with more
pussy loving stimulation that a simple buzzing dildoe alone just could not
do. She knew it was hard for Ginger to hold on to that vibrating monster
deep inside of her without letting go while in the thrones of a mind
blowing orgasm. And Judith loved playing the villainous tease in trying to
get her to do just that. An action that would immediately turn off the
water and earn Ginger more time as said shower fixture. Thus it became a
battle of wills. The overpowering need for Ginger not to give in to the
desires of the flesh were as great as Judith's desire to keep Ginger just
like she was, for as long as she could. Who would win?
As the battle of wills raged on in one arena, a decision was reached in
another. Two young women decided to leave the charming Christmas like
atmosphere of a local bar. A beautiful and sexy red head, who was a bit
tipsy, and her equally great looking and slightly more inebriated long
brown hair companion who was wearing a very presumptuous red leather hat.
The two were happily singing the ending to the "Frosty the Snowman" song, a
bit ahead of the rest of the bar's patron's, as they exited the bar via the
decorated thick wooden door. When they finished the song they both took
deep breaths and inhaled the cold refreshing air of the star lit night.
"Oh that was great! It's been a long time since I met so many wonderful and
happy people. Right Heidi?"
"Yep!" Heidi had her arms extended way out to her side with her head tilted
back and looking up at the stars.
Katie was visibly questioning her friends unusual stance and staring
direction. Then she started to look up at the sky too, to try and find what
her friend was looking at. But she just didn't see it. So she stood behind
her friend, extended her arms out like she was and began looking up in the
same place. Then after awhile of complete frustration she asked her friend,
"So. What's you looking at Heidi?"
"Don't you see it Katie?" Heidi asked with strong confidence.
"Nope!" Katie answered back imitating her friends former short answer.
"It's right there, next to the full moon" she responded causally and using
her right arm and finger to point it out.
Katie looked long and hard and still could not see it. "No! I can't see
anything." She answered back with a bit of a strain in her voice.
"Well good grief girl, I though everyone could see Christmas on a night
like this."
The two girls looked at one another for a minute before busting up into
laughter.
"Why you little slut! I should make a snow ball and . . ." Right then Katie
picked up some snow in her hands, but Heidi began to scream and yelled 'NO!
Not again!' and then ran down the block. That's when Katie ran after her
accidentally dropping her snow ball in the process.
It wasn't until they were on the next block when Heidi's new red leather
hat blew off her head from a gust of wind to which Katie quickly picked it
up and put it on her own head.
"Hey! That's mine" Heidi said with the power of her convictions in her
voice.
"WAS your's my dear. Now it's now mine" replied Katie with an air of
pompous snobbery.
"Oh yea, how you figure?"
"Well, you got it when it "fell" off the head of that lady and then claimed
it as your own when you picked it up and ran with it. So I claim it under
the same law."
"Which is?"
"Finders keepers, losers weepers"
"Oh for cripes sake! I never said that. What I DID say was that it looked
better on me than you." And with that Heidi plucked the red hat from
Katie's head and quickly put it back on her own.
"Well!" Katie said with her arms on her hips in direct dismay of her
friends forceful advance. "Then you can have it! I really don't need it
since I have no need to cover up my mousy brown stringy hair like you do."
And then Katie folded her arms across her chest in mock defiance.
Heidi was about to retort back, but then it started to snow again, which
reminded her of greatest time of the year. A time she wanted to celebrate
with her best friend. So she took off the hat and handed it back to Katie.
Katie took it abruptly from Heidi hands, played with it's brim for a while
and then put it right back on her friends head and said with a smile on her
face "Merry Christmas Heidi".
Heidi too formed a smile and took her friend in her arms giving her a big
hug while whispering "Merry Christmas to you too my friend" in Katie's ear.
The two then broke their hug and began walking down the block again, all
giggles and happy smiles.
All of a sudden Heidi stopped in her tracks with a bug eye surprised look
on her face.
Katie had continued to walk on a few paces before noticing that her friend
was no longer at her side. That's when she turned and seen her friend
looking into a store window in an almost zombie like state. She walked back
to her friend and looked through the same window except Katie was not as
taken as was her friend Heidi.
"It's nice isn't it?" Katie said in a nonchalant tone.
"NICE?" Heidi replied forcefully. "It's down right gorgeous! I just have to
have it!"
"Oh? And how shall you be paying for that Miss? Cash, check, credit card,
your first born!" Katie was mocking her in hopes that reality of her funds
situation would bring her back from her Cinderella like fantasy. That
wonderful dress she was ogling in the window was far beyond her credit
means, let alone her tapped out bank account.
"Come on Katie, let's go inside." Heidi abruptly took her friends hand and
began pulling her to the glass doors until Katie jerked her hand away.
"Are you nuts Heidi? Look at this place! This isn't for us peasants. It's
for the social elite, lawyers, drug dealers and all the other unsavory
people of society with more money than they know what to do with. Once they
see us going in there, they're liable to throw us out on our . . ." Katie's
voice slowly tapered down until only her lips could be seen moving. Then
she too took on that look of a poor kid looking into a toy store window at
all the great and wonderful toys and lusting over each and every one.
Except for Katie it was a fantastic red silk blouse with long sleeves and
bare shoulders. It was something that she was looking for several weeks
now. Something special that would go along with her long black leather
skirt with the slit up the side.
When Heidi seen what Katie was looking at, she just smiled. Her friend was
in the same lack of money boat that she was, but it didn't matter right
then. A combination of it being Christmas and the two of them still feeling
the high of their last couple of hot toddies at the bar made their normal
inhibitions of this fancy boutique disappear. So again Heidi took her
friend's hand and this time they both walked through the glass doors and
into the marble floor lobby of this exquisite boutique.
About then Judith was finishing toweling herself dry in her shower. She was
all smiles and those once cold goose bumps were a thing of the pass now.
When she was about to step out, she took the end of the towel and gently
wiped away the water droplets sticking to the clear plastic on her human
shower fixture's eye covering.
"There you Ginger. Now you can see perfectly. Oh, since you seem to have
lost again my dear, you know what that means."
A faint lingering depressing moan could be heard from behind the soap dish.
"Now, now, now my sweet black shower fountain. You know the deal. Failure
to hold back an orgasm means another day in my shower stall. Besides, you
seem to be cuming more and more easily these last few times. Which makes me
believe you like being the water object of my affections."
This time a strong hard grunt was heard as if in direct opposition to
Judith's smiling teasing observation.
Judith placed her towel on the shelf that Ginger was being forced to hold
up in front of her and then gently patted the girls left breast. She
lingered for a couple of seconds as if in trying to decide to do it or not.
Then she decided to do it. She took the pair of beautiful rubber clad
nipples between her fingers and thumbs, and pinched them until she heard a
sharp little squeal before letting go. She quickly exited the shower with a
little laughter in her voice.
Judith put her robe on and in so doing she noticed that all her wet soggy
clothes had been picked up and taken away. Even the floor was clean from
any water left from her discarded clothes. She smiled to herself thinking
that Fife was jolly on the spot again and she was working out quite well as
her house maid. No doubt a large part due to the critical eye of her Aunt.
She picked up a new towel and began using it to dry her hair while she
walked back to her bedroom. There she saw her Aunt sitting on her bed
waiting for her to come in.
"There is a cup of hot tea for you Judith on your vanity. Fife brought it
in just a minute ago."
"Thank you Aunty." Judith then sat down on her chair in front of her vanity
while she continued to dry her hair.
"Here my dear, let me do that while you drink your tea." Margaret slowly
rose from her sitting position and then walked over to her dear niece and
began rubbing her hair with the towel.
Judith took the cup of tea by the handle and took a sip. It was good and
hot. And tasty too, what with a shot cinnamon flavored Snoops in it. She
then placed the cup back down and sat before her vanity. Each hand slowly
moving to opposite ends of her stool. A stool made from the body of another
volunteer from the HRD.
The girl was Hispanic and named Rosa. They picked her up after giving a guy
a blow job in a filthy ally. She was one of those cheap prostitutes in the
less affluent part of town. When the doctors found that she didn't harbor
anything that couldn't be cured with an ample amount of antibiotic, they
drafted her into Boot Camp. Of course it was against her will. But that
didn't matter, at least not to Judith. She thought she was doing a good
deed, getting these poor wretched women back into good health and making
them a viable member of society once more. So what if she took them down a
detour for awhile. It was only fair to her, in recompense that is. And
considering the quality of her staff in Boot Camp, a girl soon found it
better to submit then to rebel in short order, like her Rosa here.
Rosa was a result of the old process of wearing fetish clothes instead of
having it sprayed on. She was made to put on a white latex catsuit, to
match the rest of Judith's expensive vanity. It covered her completely
except for her breasts, butt cheeks and crotch, as well as her nostrils and
eyes. Her ears were plugged with some sound absorbing spongy cones to
prevent her from hearing anything important while in the service of Ms.
Davenport's bedroom. And her mouth was filed with a thick skinned
inflatable bladder type gag in order to sequester any sounds she might
make. Her white shiny suit was very tight and made to her exacting modified
proportions. Thus her head shown all the features of her lovely face
including the well defined outline of her well stuffed mouth.
After the catsuit, Rosa was told to get on all fours to which various white
leather bondage gear was quickly added. Her hands had been reduced to
nothing but pods, which gave her a firm footing for her upper body to rest
on. Two long white leather split tubes, reinforced with steel ribs, were
placed around her arms and laced up tightly. They caused her to keep her
arms straight and unbending like stone pillars.
A white painted metal "X" was placed under her with it's ends fastened to
her wrists and a strap just above her knees. The purpose of a chair, or a
human stool, was to stay in one place where one wanted it. Which was the
reason for the "X" brace. Now Rosa could not scurry about of her own free
will.
To keep Rosa's lower legs from being a tripping hazard, Judith had her
lower legs, just above the ankle, strapped up tightly to her upper thigh
until Rosa's bare heels dug deeply into her naked butt cheeks. Rosa's feet
were about the only body part she could move around freely, since her head
was made immobile by a thick white leather neck corset and chin support
that kept her head up like an attentive dog. But there was a reason for
this. For now Judith could play with her stool's feet whenever she sat at
her vanity.
Again Judith loved to taunt her capture prey. And for Rosa that meant
having her feet tickled. That was the main reason Judith picked Rosa in the
first place. Of course she needed a small girl to start with for her stool,
which Rosa was. And this time her breasts and nipple size was not very
important, as Rosa was slightly n the undersize in this respect. But what
Judith really needed the most, was for the girl to be ticklish. This way,
as she sat at her vanity putting on her makeup or doing her nails or hair,
she could always take a leisurely minute or two and lightly tickle the
bottom of the girl's feet.
At first Rosa would try to move her feet every which way to avoid from
being tickled, which made Judith's heart sing with joy and laughter. But
then she would buck Judith around like some wild mustang in the process of
being broken. Now being jostled around didn't really bother Judith until it
got way out of hand to which she almost fell of a couple of times. That's
when a few adjustments needed to be made.
First off, riding bare back was not all that comfortable for Judith's
sensitive derriere. So she had a padded seat integrated into a tight white
corset and the whole ensemble attached to Rosa's waist extra tight with the
laces in the front. This gave Judith a firm and comfortable place to sit
now.
Next, she had Rosa's nipples and pussy lips pierced and ringed. Then she
had a special elastic tether connecting each of them to a hook added to the
intersection of the metal "X" frame. The elastic had to have just the right
amount of stretch so when Rosa's was still as a frog on a lily pad, her
nipples and pussy lips would have only a minor pull on them. Something that
took Rosa a little time to get use too. But if Rosa began to buck around,
which she could not help doing sometimes, the elastic would give a little
so as to not severely damage her nipples while still reminding her that
bouncing around like a bucking bronco was definitely a no no. So Judith
could once more take great pleasure in seeing her vanity stool's feet go
wild and crazy at her devilish ticklish ways while also feeling a little
jostle now and then knowing full well that Rosa was automatically being
reined in under full biting control of her nipples and pussy lips in short
order.
But today Judith was a bit preoccupied with all those messages. So while
her Aunt began fixing and styling her hair, Judith was absentmindedly
rubbing her stool's shiny white latex clad bald head with one hand while
pushing it's ever present dildoe in and out of it's pussy with the other.
Just like some people work off nervous tension by tapping the top of a
table with their fingers.
"What wrong Judith? Is it the messages?" Her Aunt could see it in her
nieces eyes as they stared deeply into the mirror like in a trance.
Judith closed her eyes and sighed in exasperation. "Yes Aunty. And you know
what my problem is. I just don't know how to solve it that's all."
Margaret stopped working on Judith's hair and looked at her niece's
reflection with perplexing eyes. Then she said only one word "Problem?"
It was a question all right, but one said in a tone that seemed just the
opposite. As if there were no problems.
"Yes Problem!" Now Judith looked straight into her aunts eyes via the
mirror and reaffirmed what her Aunt somehow did not see.
"You listen to me girl!" Her Aunt went back to fixing Judith's hair, but
this time with a noted ruffness to it. An action that Judith sat and took,
but relayed her perturbed state to her stool by digging her nails into the
latex material of Rosa's head and forcing the dildoe deep into Rosa's pussy
actually trying to push the dildoe pass the point where it bottomed out.
"You owe a lot to Madame Rouso and you know it!" Margaret pulled hard on
one lot of her niece's hair causing Judith to squint in pain and jerk her
leg under the stool. An action that nudged the "X" frame a little and
caused Rosa to buck from having her taught ringed nipples and pussy lips
pulled hard down upon. Just the reverse series of events that the system
was designed for.
"You know Madame Rouso was the only one who believed in you when no one
else did and that includes the boutique too. Land sakes girl! Who do you
think did all that politicking to get you those prison girls, and all those
connections in Europe, and Asia and all over the world for you to wheel and
deal your kinky interests? Not to mention the seed money to bring your
ideas to flower in the boutique. Do you think you and me, and yes I include
myself too, would be here if it wasn't for her? We both owe her girl."
Judith had enough of the hair pulling and the lecture. So she pulled
herself away from under her Aunt's thumb and stood up and faced her.
Something that the deft Rosa felt totally relied in her doing.
"I know Aunt Margaret! I know! But it's not like she didn't gain from my
ideas and hard work either. The boutique is making money hand over fist
while I do the vast majority of the work. And she, and YOU I might add,
have the same kinky interest that I do. To which I have made it more
excitable, and "profitable", for all concerned as well." Judith saw her
Aunt bow her head on that last one as if she regretted it somehow. And when
Judith seen that she took a minute to change her confrontational stance and
took on a more compassionate one as she walked up to her now sitting Aunt
on the bed and sat next to her, putting her arm around her and holding her
close.
"I know I owe her Aunty just like I owe you, I just don't see how I can
give her what she wants right now. You know how booked up I am. And you
know how hard I work to get everything done for her and us. And I think she
will understand if I don't come through for her just this once. Believe me,
there are days when I literally know what it's like being the head elf in
Santa's workshop on the day before Christmas." They both started to smile
and chuckle faintly with that last comment.
"But Judith, you don't understand. It's not about squaring up a ledger
account like some bookkeeper. It's about being part of a family and coming
through when someone in that family needs your help. Maybe it's hard for
you to feel this way, given your life as a child. But it doesn't matter how
much business or profits you loose in the process. All that matters is that
you come through for those who "really" count in the end. And Madame Rouso
is one of them. So if you have to bend over backwards give Madame Rouso
what she wants, then you do it. And just remember this, Madame is one to
never forget a good deed done for her, as well as any want not granted.
Like it or not Judith, you are part of the Madame Rouso empire. Besides,
who knows, one day it may be all yours." Now it was Margaret's turn to put
her arm around her niece and hold her close.
Judith heard her Aunts words and the meaning behind them with upmost
clarity. That is why she needed the physical consolation that her Aunt was
now giving her. She had lost sigh of the forest because of the trees and it
took her Aunt's wisdom and panoramic vision to put things back into
perspective.
"Your right Aunty. Your right. I will give all due consideration to
fulfilling Madame Rouso's request. I just need to do some fancy juggling
with what I have that's all. I don't know what would I do without you
Aunty." Judith hugged her wise old Aunt tightly and Margaret returned the
loving gesture in kind.
"Well I have to get myself ready. I have a lot of work to do now." And with
that, Judith sat herself back down on her stool with enough force to jostle
it a bit. An action that once more caused Rosa's eyes to squint shut with
pain.
"I'll get Fife to lay out a new outfit for you. How about a blouse and a
pair of slacks?" Margaret slowly stood up from the bed, her arthritis was
acting up again.
"Sure Aunty, maybe the silk red one and the black leather pants, not the
tight ones though. Oh, by the way, how's Fife doing" Judith asked as she
began putting on her makeup.
"Oh just like all the Fife's that have gone before her. Very eager to
please."
Judith gave a half smile just before she was about to put on her red
lipstick. Her Aunt knew what she meant, and that's how her Aunt tried to
dodge the question.
"Yes I can see that too, but how do you mean it? Is she eager to please
because that is what she want's to do for the rest of her life, as in a
natural submissive? Or is she only doing it because she wants to go to the
next step and be trained for a career out in the real world? The reason I'm
asking Aunty is that you have a very good record in telling which way a
girl is going that's all."
"Well dear, it's still a bit early. She does appear to be a natural though,
but yet, she does have some hard times now and then. I'm just not sure yet.
Maybe in a few more days I know for sure. It's a big decision as to whether
a girl should be trained for autonomy and independence in the real world or
to be sold off at auction to some rich blue blood for their personal kinky
pleasure. It would help if I knew if she was a lesbian to start out with.
If she wasn't then it would explain a lot."
Judith was dabbing her lips with a tissue to remove the excess lipstick
while watching her Aunt with concern eyes as she slowly maneuvered to the
other side of the bed. "Very well Aunty. I'll get back to you with that
information as soon as possible."
At that point Fife came mincing into the bedroom. She looked exactly like a
French maid, or a child's doll representation there of. She was wearing an
all black rubber catsuit underneath a red latex maids outfit. Margaret had
Fife wear a red one to keep in the spirit of the season, otherwise it would
have been in the customary shiny black color. The outfit had a very form
fitting bodice that readily showed off her pierced and ringed nipples under
it. Her full flouncing skirt seem to flow in waves of adorable crinkling
and crackling sounds as she moved about. And both top and bottom parts of
her uniform, separated by a lovely cristine white latex apron, were trimmed
in dainty white latex lace.
But the conversion of the flesh and blood girl under all that rubber and
latex did not end there. Her whole head was completely cover with no less
than three separate tight rubber hoods. With the only openings in common
for each was two small holes for her to breathe through via her nose. The
last hood had integrated into it a flesh colored oval around the face area
that gave her that semi-real doll like look. Her eyes and brows were
painted on so as to appear full, bright and expressive with two small holes
the size of an iris right in the middle of each. These holes allowed the
girl to see through, that is, once her sight transversed the clear plastic
lenses of the second hood. The face was also made up with big smiling red
lips. It was necessary that they be big, fat and smiling from ear to ear to
cover up the girl's all ready fully packed and tightly wrapped lower face
that now gave her that long in the jaw look after the second hood was
stretched into place over the first. And last but not least, was the
addition of a pair of rosy cheeks to give her that happy, healthy, glad to
be alive flawless plastic doll like look.
To finish off the girl's artificial appearance, a mock pageboy blonde wig
made from obviously synthetic hair was glued to the top of her rubber clad
bald head. But instead of a lacy white maids cap, that all french maids
wore, Fife had on a celebrated Christmas hat. A red cone shaped hat with
white artificial fur trim around the base and a big white fuzz ball at the
point.
Judith made sure that all the girls who were made to play the role of Fife
the French Maid had the same pleasant doll like look. The only difference
was in their gagging methods. Some had a quick release gag so their mouths
and expert tongues could be used at the drop of a hat or when that special
itch in the crotch became too much. While others, like Fife, had a more
elaborate and more intense system of gaging that incorporated the use of
multi-hoods. But being a maid was not one of Judith's personal projects
where a girl could volunteer for it. There were far to many departments and
people in need of them. In fact, a good thirty percent of the generic work
units of the HRD were fulfilling roles as French maids somewhere in and out
of her sphere of operations at any given time. Each day a set number of
girls were rotated for said role, which meant every girl had to be
thoroughly trained to respond as a maid before they left Boot Camp. A
little bit of free software to go along with the all ready altered hardware
that Boot Camp was responsible for creating when a girl was moved on to the
HRD.
When Fife came to a stop, she took on the position of righteous prim and
proper maid waiting for her next order. Her legs came together and held
perfectly straight with her five inch polished heels side by side with the
standard prescribed gap of one half inch separating them. Her hands went
behind her back, crossed at the wrist and rested sedately against the small
of her back just above the big white bow made from her apron strings. And
her torso with it's tightly cinched in waist was arched slight forward so
as to present her impressive breasts to their maximum visual and, if one
wanted, tactile benefit.
"Fife" Margaret said in a clear audible voice so as to pass through the
three layers of rubber that cover Fife's ears. To which Fife instinctively
turned her whole body in the direction of the voice making sure she was
still standing in the same obedient pose that a maid is always in at rest.
"did you pick up all of Ms. Davenport's clothes in the bathroom?"
Fife moved her head up, down, and back up again in a very exaggerated and
jerky nod of confirmation that bordered on being very robot like. And then
she did a quick little curtsey.
"Did you see to their proper care my dear?"
Again Fife responded in the same automaton like affirmation culminating
with another that adorable little curtsey.
"Very good. Now follow me dear to Ms. Davenport's closet. I need to pick
out a new outfit for her to were today and you can put it on the bed for
her."
Fife preformed a much deeper curtsey just like she was trained to do when
she was to move from one spot to another. She also waited for Mistress
Margaret to pass slowly by before following her taking small mincing steps
so as not to loose the dildoe that she kept tightly pulled in to her naked
pussy that the rubber catsuit was designed not to cover.
Judith watched the entire process through the mirror with a big grin on her
face. Fefi was the epittame of a well trained maid, to which Judith was
very proud to see. She also seen that the actual girl hidden under all that
fetish wear for the past week was definitely a natural submissive.
Sometimes, when a girl was inline for the next step that leads to a full
robust life in society, she really wasn't ready yet. Some girls just can
not handle a life of independence and freedom. These girls are what she and
her Aunt call natural submissives. And these natural submissives needed to
be taken care of for the rest of their lives or else they would lapse back
into their old ways again if left to their own accord.
So whenever there was a question as to which way a girl was to go, Judith
made her a maid for her Aunt and herself until they could tell for sure.
And as she said before, her Aunt was very good at it. But her Aunt also had
a habit of getting to close to the girl at the same time. Especially when
the girl was really good at pleasing her in "all" ways possible. But then
again, all the girls from Boot Camp were trained to do that for both sexes.
So her Aunt's indecision was really an unconscious act to prevent the
inedible.
Judith watched in the mirror as Fife took great care in laying the red silk
blouse down on the bed. Taking the extra effort to see that it was not
folded or wrinkled. Spreading the long sleeves out to the sides so her
Mistress could see how nice it looked lying there. Then making a final
adjustment to make sure it was completely perfect and ready for her
Mistress to wear. This intent dedication to performance and endearing
loyalty to her Mistress went far and beyond her training as a maid. These
added little touches reflect pride in who she is and what is expected of
her. These are the characteristics of a natural submissive. And one who
Judith will be auctioning off in a couple of days once her Aunt came to
grips with loosing her fetish loving slave girl.
But then again, there already was one waiting in the wings to take her
place right now. And then another one after her, and yet another, and so
on, and so forth. Judith surmised that after a girl entered Boot Camp she
had about a seventy percent chance of ultimately being labeled a natural
submissive and winding up on the auction block. She paused to ponder what
the reason might be as to why the number was so high. Was it the selection
process? Picking the bottom feeders of society as it were. Could these
types of women reflect a submissive lifestyle that has yet gone
unfulfilled? Was it her program in general? Was she in fact somehow
brainwashing these women into becoming, and accepting, the life of a slave,
an owned piece of property of another? Or was it simply the basic nature of
women in general to be submissive? While people, women, like her, where the
exception to the rule. Then her pagger went off.
Judith picked it up and seen the number. "Chester" Judith exclaimed with a
lingering questioning tone in her voice. She then tossed the pager off to
the side and stared into the mirror with a sigh.
"Well girl" she said to herself "when it rains, it pours. Time to get
yourself back together and go see what security wants." And then she left
her human piece of furniture without giving it her usual loving parting
caress. But then she had many things on her mind with the most important
one, thanks to her Aunt, was trying to figure out how to give Madame Rouso
what she wanted.
It only took a few minutes to be her old impeccably dressed self again. She
liked the blood red blouse. The way it hung on her feminine but strong
shoulders and the way the silk felt on her soft naked skin, and nipples,
underneath. And she liked the pants too. The demure leather sheen that
complemented her bold colored blouse perfectly. The low heels were a must
now. Too many places to be at one time and she didn't need the ache in her
feet to remind her how long her day and evening was going to be.
She was on the main floor now and walking down a long hallway that was off
limits to customers and most of her staff. When she got to the black metal
door with the TV camera mounted above it with it's never blinking one eye,
she knocked on the door. A couple of seconds later she heard a buzzing
sound that signaled for her to enter.
As she walked pass the threshold and into the room, the heavy metal door
closing on it's own, she was met with a dim lit room full with monitors. An
old but in shape security guard dressed in his white shirt uniform was
sitting behind a control desk occasionally monitoring the monitors.
"All right Chester what's it today." Judith said in a lack luster voice as
she put one hand on the man's strong wide shoulder and gently squeezed it
with warmth.
"Another case of shoplifting I'm afraid Ms. Davenport. Here's the dossier
on these pair." Then he handed a folder to Ms. Davenport. Chester had the
right mixture of professionalism and casual familiarity. He was doing this
for a long time and he knew when to play it cool and when not to. And those
were two good reasons why Judith liked him as her security chief so much.
"Two this time! My word Chester, either our Christmas sales gimmick is
bringing in more rift raft than we had planned or our normal clientele is
definitely getting hit hard by the down economy." Judith took the folder
from Chester's outstretch hand and opened it. She then began reading to
herself what was on it.
A few minutes went buy before Chester asked "Should I call the police now
Ms. Davenport?" There was a bit of hesitation in his voice. He knew the
boutique had a strict policy regarding prosecuting shoplifters. And
normally he would have called the police all ready. But he knew Judith even
more than the long list of company rules and he just wanted to make sure
first.
"Ohhh, I don't know. Their just two average girls, college girls no less
and without priors. There both in their junior year too. One is studying to
be a health care worker and the other a computer programer. Heaven knows
society can sure use more women in each. There names don't ring a bell as
to someone I might know though. No, don't call the police Chester. I'll
give them the riot act and let them go. Besides, it will help me get into
the Christmas spirit and all. Who actually caught them?"
"It was Jenny Ma'am."
"Jenny!" Judith said with surprise. "My word that girl is sure one power
house."
"And very dependable too Ma'am." Chester believed in giving credit where
credit was due. Another attribute that Judith liked in all her employees.
"That too as was as loyal, and conscientious, and critical, and so on, and
so on. I sure locked out in getting her into the corporation."
"I think so too Ma'am."
"And I believe in rewarding such people too. So just between me and you
Chester, I think Jenny is going to get something REALLY nice for Christmas
this year. Something may result in you seeing more and more of her and less
and less of me."
Chester turned in his swivel chair and looked right up and into Judith's
happy hazel eyes. "You mean ..."
"Shushhh now. It's just between you and me Chester. I have too many things
going on above and below ground to take of them all. And the things going
on in the basement interest me more than what to do with shoplifters.
Besides, I am going to have to increase security pretty soon and I want you
my dear loyal friend to not only handle the increase work load, but become
the man in charge too. In short I will be promoting you too right after the
new year along with Jenny."
Chester was noticeably surprised as his eyes widen and seem to be the
brightest thing in the room.
"Ms. Davenport, I . . . I, I don't know what to ..."
"Never mind. You earned it my friend. So have a very Merry Christmas
Chester." Judith patted Chester's shoulder before leaving
"You too Ms. Davenport, have a very Merry Christmas too. And Thank You!"
Chester all most yelled out as he quickly pushed the button to the door
allowing his boss to leave the security bunker.
Once out in the hallway, she began to continue walking down the long
corridor. All of a sudden she started murmuring the words to "Here Comes
Santa Claus" to herself while she leisurely walk on. When she came to
another metal door, this one painted a dark green, she took out a card the
size of a credit card from her pants pocket. She took a moment to put
herself in the correct mood to play the bad old manager with an angry look
on her face. Then she ran the card through the electronic door lock. When
she heard the hard metal click of a lock being opened she turned the knob
and opened the door.
When she walked in she was all ready to give the coed thieves a stare that
would cause spiked eggnog to freeze, but something happened.
The first thing she saw was something on the head of one of the girls. It
was a hat. A red hat. A red "leather" hat. Her hat!
When mindful recognition followed what her eyes saw, her eyes wandered on
down to the faces of the two girls. Then her sour puss grimace that was
positively grinch like, turned into the most celebrated expression of yule
time cheer and happiness that she could ever possibly put forth. And in a
whisper that only she and the spirit of Christmas could hear she said,
"Thank you Santa Claus, their just what I wanted for Christmas."
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Part 2 coming soon
Will Judith be able to play Santa Claus and give her matriarch what she
needed? And what exactly was Madame Rouso so anxious in getting from
Judith anywho?
Stay tune!
