Life Looks Up

Amber glanced over in surprise to see Julie, her Asian next door neighbor, enter the restaurant. Since Amber came to LA a month ago, she had made it part of her routine to eat lunch at the all-you-can-eat buffet at the Bengal Tiger, an Indian restaurant located down the street from her apartment complex. She had seen Julie once or twice really pigging out in this restaurant, but after what she had overheard in the hallway yesterday, she doubted she would ever see Julie step foot in the Bengal Tiger again.

Julie was a good-looking, young 24 year-old Asian woman with a build, but not a face, reminiscent of Margaret Cho. Amber marveled a little bit at Julie's creamy complexion and considered ever so briefly what fun it might be to touch her silky smooth skin. But Amber was not a lesbian like Julie, so her thoughts turned instead to the conversation Amber had overheard the night before between Julie and her girlfriend, Clarice.

The melodrama rang in Amber's head: “Lose the weight, you disgusting pig, or you know what's going to happen!”

“I'm not that fat!” Julie whined. But it was clear to Amber that Julie was not going to win this argument. Clarice said she'd give Julie one last chance, before glancing over to see Amber watching the exchange. Amber quickly averted her eyes becoming suddenly intimidated by the strength exuding from Clarice's 5'8” tall body. Her dark brown hair and cold penetrating stare caused a shiver of anxiety in Amber, but she escaped into the safety of her apartment without eliciting any further reaction from Clarice.

Amber was a good-looking 35 year-old dirty blonde with small, but firm tits and a shapely, well-muscled body. She had been struggling to get her life together financially and emotionally for quite some time, and now things were starting to look up. She had just starting consulting as a computer programmer and web designer, so finally she would be able to sever the ties to her psychologically abusive father. Among other things he had screwed up her credit by promising to pay for anything she bought on her credit card, but then reneging on his promise. Why she kept falling for his strange controlling ways she didn't know, and now she was set not to care either.

As she watched Julie start loading up her first plate of food, Amber considered her life situation. She deserved to be paid well, and she deserved to be living well. Yet, she admitted to herself, she was only charging $22 per hour as her consulting rate. That was well below the $50+ rates being charged by people already established in the business, and she had already gotten flack for being so cheap. The accusations that she was so cheap because she didn't have any experience unfortunately had a ring of truth to them, so she was lucky to have gotten her current project.

And then there was her apartment. It was a small one bedroom that nevertheless cost her $1,100 per month. LA was so fucking expensive, but at least she was working, which was more than she could say for her experience in Seattle .

She didn't know why or how it happened, but suddenly a thought occurred to Amber. She really deserved to have a maid cleaning her apartment and cooking meals for her. After all, wasn't that the natural direction her life was heading? If she had a maid, she wouldn't have to waste time fixing herself breakfast every day or cleaning the bathroom. She could focus exclusively on moving her life forward. Wouldn't it be wonderful to jump start that plan with the help of her little Asian friend, Julie?

So, Amber took out the digital camera that her client had given her to get some pictures to link to his website, and she started taking pictures of Julie at the buffet table. Throughout the whole lunch, Amber took pictures of Julie going back no less than three times. Whatever Julie's problem was, Amber was happily recording it for Clarice to see.

...

 

“… or not!” Amber finished describing the situation to Julie.

Julie squirmed uncomfortably in the chair in Amber's apartment. “So, what do you want?”

“I'm not really asking for much. I just want you to keep my apartment clean and cook my dinner for the next month,” Amber replied innocently even as her mind was spinning with the possibilities of having Julie at her total disposal.

What choice did Julie have? Those pictures would only be a threat if she didn't lose some weight in the next month, so hopefully this would all blow over as she got down to her target weight level. And the truth was that Clarice only spent weekends with Julie because she worked long hours as an associate at a financial bank, so it would be easy for Julie to clean Amber's apartment for the month. And maybe, it occurred to Julie with a smile, Amber might want her to do something more than just clean.

“Ok, but just for this month.”

“Fine, so let's get started.” The wheels in Amber's mind were already starting to turn trying to figure out how to prolong Julie's service, but right now one month would be nice.

…

“140 pounds?!” Clarice shrieked, “My God, you're as fat as ever!”

“I'm sorry, Mistress. I've been working hard on my diet... and exercising too, but I can't seem to lose weight!”

“Well, you know that you've earned this, so put your hands on the chair and bend over. Next week I'll double the punishment if you're still at the same weight.”

And with that, Clarice started to swing her riding crop. “Thwack!” “Thwack!” The sound of the riding crop rang out as it struck Julie's naked behind. Clarice smiled as she saw the marks she was leaving on her pretty Julie's ass.

“Oh, please, mistress… no more!” But Julie couldn't deny that the humiliation of her punishment excited her, even as her eyes started tearing up from the pain.

“18… 19… and… 20!” One stroke for each pound that Julie was over her target weight.

“Now, I hope you will take that as a lesson and start following the diet I've made for you!”

“But I have followed your diet, Mistress,” wailed Julie. “I don't know why I can't lose the weight!”

“If you really were following my diet, you'd lose the weight, so shut up and try harder. Now, come over here and eat this!” Clarice stretched herself out on the queen size bed in Julie's apartment. “Zero calories,” she smiled as Julie slowly approached her pussy.

The first flick of Julie's tongue caused a shiver of delight to go down Clarice's spine. Oh, the sex was so much more delicious after she had punished her fat slave. “Harder, bitch!” Clarice demanded as small waves of pleasure traveled up and down her body. Julie settled into Clarice's pussy and lapped contentedly. She knew that it was only a matter of time before she pushed Clarice over the edge. As demanding as Clarice was a mistress that was how easy it was to make Clarice cum.

“Oh, God… yes… yes, yes!!!” Clarice's body shook as she orgasmed on Julie's tongue. Damn, that girl was good. Or was it just the power that she had over her? Either way, if Julie was still the same weight next week, there'd be hell to pay.

…

“Maybe I could lick your pussy to make up for it?” Julie asked hopefully.

“No, I told you I'm not a lesbian! Now, get me some chamomile tea. And this time let the tea steep for exactly two minutes. I don't like my tea too strong!” Julie had been becoming rather forward with Amber in her first week of service as a maid. It was obvious that she liked the idea of being Amber's maid, and it was even more obvious that Julie would have loved the opportunity to serve Amber sexually too. The thought caused Amber no little distress.

How could she force Julie to be her slave if she Julie really *wanted* to be punished? Chances were that Julie would welcome the prospect of her mistress discovering her dual service if only it meant that she'd get twice the punishment. If Clarice found out about the arrangement with Amber, her little maid service would be finished.

“Ok, that's much better!” Amber told Julie as she brought the second cup of tea. “Now, come get your reward.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“That's a good girl,” Amber said. She slipped the chocolate into Julie's mouth and watched as Julie chewed contentedly.

Amber figured that as long as Julie was overweight, she'd be subject to the threats of the pictures she had on the computer. She was willing to put up with Julie's anxious tongue licking her fingers as she deposited three pieces of chocolate into Julie's mouth because having her as a maid really was a Godsend. There was no chance that Julie was going to seduce her, so what if she gave Julie some hope? She just hoped that a little bit of tongue action is all that she'd have to accept to keep Julie's mouth shut!

…

Julie had been spending almost an hour cleaning up Amber's apartment every evening. As a result, the kitchen was immaculate, as was the bathroom. There was virtually no dust on her bookcases, and her laundry was folded neatly and tucked away in her closet. On the days that Julie cooked dinner, the meals were delicious. Somehow, Amber had gradually put more and more of the burden of keeping her apartment in pristine condition on Julie.

The truth is that Julie did not mind cleaning Amber's apartment because she had her own agenda. Amber had decided that the best way to keep Julie was to force to her to maintain the same weight as in the pictures she had taken of her at the Indian restaurant. The idea had been brilliant, but now it seemed to be backfiring.

“No, I do not want you to lick my pussy! Now, get your hand off me and eat this chocolate.”

Julie dutifully opened her mouth and sucked on Amber's fingers as she swallowed the chocolate offered by Amber.

In the meantime, Clarice sat waiting in Julie's apartment. Two weeks had passed since her last session with Julie. Why wasn't she home? Clarice had keys to Julie's apartment, and she normally would not have stopped by Julie's place so early in the evening in the middle of the week, but she had worked straight through the night on a deal, so she was let home early by the generous VP overseeing her work. She was tired and impatient when Julie walked in carrying a bucket with cleaning supplies.

“Oh, hi Mistress Clarice,” Julie was surprised and visibly taken aback to see her lover. “When did you get here?”

Clarice looked with interest at Julie and the bucket she was holding. “Put the bucket down and let me see your body!”

Julie quickly put the bucket aside and stood with her feet spread wide and her hands locked behind her head. She looked down and blushed as she knew that Clarice would easily see that she hadn't lost any weight since their last meeting.

Clarice looked down at Julie and could almost sense her anxiety. “So, would you care to explain that bucket? I came here early expecting you to be ready for me, and you're off somewhere cleaning?!”

“I'm sorry Mistress… I didn't know you were here, and I was just helping a friend clean her apartment.“ Julie quivered.

Clarice took out her riding crop, and let it sail against Julie's thigh.

Julie suppressed her cry of pain, partially because her jeans dulled the sensation. But Clarice was not finished. She sensed that Julie was hiding something, and she was determined to find out what. She swung the riding crop again… and again and again… until Julie finally cried out, “Owwwww!”

“Whose apartment were you helping to clean?” Clarice demanded.

“I was cleaning Amber's apartment,” sniffled Julie.

“What?!” Clarice decided that she should be furious. Julie's was hers to use and abuse as she saw fit. Why was she spending time helping Amber clean? She swung her riding crop and the end caught Julie's left breast.

“Why haven't you told me about her? Are you having an affair?!” Clarice yelled.

Julie strained to keep her position and caved to the onslaught of her mistress' whipping, “No, mistress… pleeeeease! She was just so busy with work that I offered to help her clean… that's all!”

Clarice stopped the whipping as Julie burst into tears. “I'm sorry mistress… I should have asked you if it was ok, but you were at work, so I didn't think you would mind. I'm so sorry!” The strain of serving two competing mistresses had taken a small toll on Julie. She collapsed and hugged Clarice's knees, “I'm so sorry!”

“Get up, you pig!” Clarice wasn't really angry; in fact, she was sympathetic. She was spending a lot of time at work, so maybe she wasn't really being a good girlfriend to Julie. But she disliked any breach of order. It was the principle that mattered to her. And right now she had to decide how to punish Julie for spending time cleaning when she could have been exercising.

But she was at a loss as how best to punish Julie, and besides, Julie's punishment could wait. More whipping? Even that got old sometimes. Maybe a little bit of denial would do the trick. “I was looking forward to giving you a little bit of pleasure today. You know how I love tasting your Asian pussy, but now you can forget all that. No, it's just going to be about me today. When you learn how to serve me properly, then I'll consider getting on my knees for you. Now, get undressed and come make me happy.”

Clarice let her mind wander in sexual anticipation as she slipped off her clothes and lay down on Julie's bed. Julie was on all fours at the base of the bed, and she quickly dove into Clarice's waiting pussy when it was offered to her.

“Eat me, you fat slut!” Ahhhh, her world was a wonderful place, Clarice thought. Her mind pondered for a moment what it might be like if she could also get Amber to be her slave too. Two sluts to pleasure her… this thought combined with the furious and insistent strokes of Julie's tongue quickly overwhelmed her and she cried out in climax.

“Ooooohhhhh!!!”

Julie slowly continued licking Clarice's pussy helping her Mistress to relax after her orgasm. She wondered how she would be punished for cleaning Amber's apartment without permission. Maybe Clarice would force her to fast for the weekend, which meant no food and no orgasm. She wondered which would be worse. No wonder she pigged out whenever she got the chance. Oh well. At least Clarice didn't know the truth about why she was helping Amber clean her apartment. Clarice would never forgive her for not telling her about being blackmailed by Amber. And if she knew about the chocolates… Julie shuddered at the price to pay

…

The next day Julie decided that she had to end it with Amber. “And you can send Clarice those pictures… I don't care! I was really only serving you because I wanted to eat you out, but since you're not into that, there's no point in me staying.”

“Wait a second, “Amber said. “Do you mean that if I let you eat my pussy, you'll keep cleaning my apartment?”

“Well… I didn't really mean it that way.”

“Maybe if you beg me to let you eat my pussy, I'll reconsider,” Amber smiled. Of course, behind the smile she was desperately trying to do damage control. “I think you like eating pussy, don't you?”

“Yes, Amber. I do. Will you pleeeeeease let me have a little taste of your pussy… pleeeeeease???!” Julie's voice sounded like a little girl's.

“How badly do you want to taste my pussy?”

“Oh, pleeease! I really, really want to eat your pussy!” Julie was letting herself get sucked into Amber's line of questioning.

“I'll tell you what,” said Amber finally. “If you promise to do something for me, I will let you kiss my pussy through my jeans today.”

“What is it?” Julie asked.

“Don't worry, it's not very hard. You know, I am interested in what it feels like to be made love to by another woman, but I am not a lesbian. I've told you as much before, right?” Amber's mind was working fast, and it had come up with another plan.

“Well, you never said that exactly, but I guess I know what you mean.”

“What I want you to do is videotape you and Clarice making love! I want to see what it's like, and I want you to show me!” Amber announced triumphantly.

“But how am I going to do that?! She'd kill me if she found out!”

“Come here, Julie… kneel in front me and take a look at my pussy.” Amber saw Julie's thoughts wavering between being true to her mistress and satisfying her sexual compulsions.

Slowly Julie slid to the floor and moved forward towards Amber's pussy. She grabbed onto Amber's legs and felt up the front of Amber's leg with the side of her face. When she got close to Amber's private area, she could feel the heat emanating from Amber's pussy.

“You would be the first woman to taste my pussy,” Amber said. “I'm a virgin in that respect. Wouldn't you like to be the one to show me what I've been missing?”

Julie swooned a little bit inside. “Oh…yes!”

“Here, take my finger.”

Julie took Amber's finger into her mouth. “Suck it, bitch. Suck it the way you'd suck my clit!”

God, was it making her hot! Julie knew that she'd find a way to tape her making love to Clarice; consequences be damned! She just had to have her tongue up Amber's slit.

…

 

Julie had spent the last few days starving herself so that Clarice would be willing to make love to her. Although Amber continued to feed her chocolates, Julie would induce herself to throw up. She just had to lose weight in order to please Clarice. How else would Clarice agree to make love to her? And how else would she be able to get a video of their love-making to get to suck Amber's secret pussy?

So, when Clarice finally arrived for her weekend visit, Julie was ready for her.

“Hello Clarice. I think you will be pleased with my progress.” Stepping on the scale in the foyer for Clarice, she was surprised herself when she had registered a loss of seven pounds.

“Very good, my little Julie,” Clarice said, somewhat surprised at Julie's progress. “It seems that you are in need of some attention.” Clarice smile as she stepped forward to give Julie her hand and lead her into the bedroom.

“But let's start with a massage... I've had a very hard week.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Julie said. “Why don't you lie down. I'll be right there. Let me just get some baby oil.”

Clarice closed her eyes as she lay down on her back on the bed, so she did not see Julie press the record button on the camcorder hidden on the bookshelves focused on the bed.

“Ok,” said Julie. “Let's first get off your clothes.” Julie unbuttoned Clarice's blouse and lifted her up as she slipped the blouse off either shoulder.

Clarice sighed contentedly. She kept her eyes closed as Julie continued to pull off her skirt and then her panty hose. “Now, relax while I give you a little massage.”

“Oh, that feels good!” Clarice was in heaven. Sometimes a good massage is better than sex, she thought. And Julie certainly knew how to methodically massage each and every body part.

Yet, there was certainly a sexual element to the massage. Julie's fingers worked the inside of her thighs just around her pussy. In each pressing motion, Julie would inadvertently push together and then pull apart Clarice's pussy lips. And when Julie turned Clarice over and worked her ass, Julie would again force Clarice's pussy together and apart. Hearing the squishing sound of Clarice's pussy, Julie knew that Clarice was getting hot!

Soon, Clarice's desire had been built up to an incredible, feverish pitch. “Would you like me to kiss your pussy, Mistress?” Julie asked.

“Oh, yes! Do it now!” Clarice had waited all week for this. And somehow knowing that Julie had also finally lost the weight she had been demanding her to lose made the scene even more intense for her.

Julie reached down and put a finger on Clarice's pussy, moving it slowly up and down the length of her pussy. “Ohhhhh, “moaned Clarice.

“You know,” said Julie, “it's been a long time since I've been allowed to come.”

“You bitch!” cried Clarice. “You don't want me to make you cum first, do you?!” Clarice tried to sound angry, but she knew she was so aroused that she'd be willing to do almost anything Julie suggested. How did Julie knew her vulnerability at times like this?

“Yes, Mistress.” Julie nuzzled her nose along Clarice's pussy. “Please, please, please, let me cum first. I've worked so hard and waited sooooooo long.”

“Oh, God!” exclaimed Julie. “Sometimes you make me so hot. Ok, just this once I'll do you first. Comer here!”

And so, Julie stripped off her clothes and lay down on her back for Clarice to lick her pussy. “Suck it, pleeeeeasssseeee!”

“Oh, you have such a beautiful pussy,” Clarice said as she slowly lowered herself to like Julie's cunt. “And you're sooooo wet!”

Julie was indeed very wet. The only thing Clarice didn't know was that Julie was so wet in part because Clarice was being captured licking her pussy on camera. The thought was intoxicating to Julie. How would that tape be used? Would Amber blackmail Clarice too?! God! Maybe Amber would make Clarice both of their slaves!!! The thought drove Amber wild!

“Suck me harder, you bitch!”

Where did that come from, Clarice thought? Still, she responded by redoubling her efforts to get Julie off. Later she would certainly punish Julie for that comment, but now her sexual haze kept her focused on the task at hand. As soon as Julie climaxed, she would get her turn.

“Oh my God!” cried Julie. “Yes, yes, yes… yeeeeeessssssss!!!!!!” She convulsed with the first orgasm she had experienced in over a week.

“Ok baby, now it's my turn,” smile Clarice, her face slick with Julie's juices.

“Yes Mistress. Just one second… I need to relax… that was so intense!”

“I told you that you would be rewarded for losing weight,” Clarice said. “You only have a little bit more to go until you get a repeat performance of tonight.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” Julie was thinking. Should she get the tape right away to Amber? Well, maybe it was better to wait until Clarice had left. “Ok, now it's your turn, Mistress. Show me your little pussy.”

Clarice didn't like Julie's impudence, but still she responded by spreading her legs and keeping her mouth shut. Better let Julie do what she does best. Again, putting off punishment seemed like the thing to do.

“Mistress, you're soooo wet! Here, why don't you hump my finger?”

Was this really happening, thought Clarice? She was moving up and down on Julie's finger as though she were some kind of bitch in heat! Yet, it felt so good that she didn't stop to assert her rightful control over Julie.

“Ohhhhhhhh, shit!” Clarice shouted. “Lick me, you bitch!”

“Who's the bitch?!” Julie was defiant. “If you want to cum, you'll have to cum on my little finger. Do you want to cum or not?!”

What was happening to her? “Oh, yes… I'll hump your finger… please, please… give it to me!” Damn, Clarice had lost all control over her slave. Later. Later, Julie would pay for this!

“Are you just a little bitch in heat?” demanded Julie. “Tell me, do you worship my pussy or not?!”

“God, yes!” shouted Clarice. Why was Julie doing this to her??? Didn't she know that she'd be punished severely for this? Still, she had to cum. Nothing else mattered in the moment.

“Ok, now I'm going to sit on your face, and I want you to suck my pussy and cum. Do you want that?!”

“Please… please… let me suck your pussy again!”

So, Julie mounted Clarice's face, making sure to face the camera. Rubbing her pussy hard on Clarice's face, she asked, “Are you ready to cum?”

“Yes, Julie… yes!!!”

“Ok, my Mistress. You can cum now!” Julie sat down hard on Clarice's face and worked her finger hard in and out of Clarice's pussy. Clarice suddenly founded her oxygen supply cut off just as the sensation in her pussy doubled.

“Oh God… Goooooodddddd!!!!” Clarice's body convulsed as she came.

And then, soon after, she lay exhausted and spent on Julie's bed. Julie slowly disengaged her body from Clarice's, and went to the camcorder to extract the tape. Looking back to make sure that Clarice was still passed out, Julie put on her robe and walked over to Amber's apartment to deliver the tape. Would Amber allow her to lick her pussy right then and there? She could only hope.