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Training the Trainer: The Kidnapping of the Mayor's Daughter f/f feet
Coy smoke swirled around the speckled ceiling, caressing the crevices as the silvery wisps confided in one another of their synthetic nature, blending and merging into strained streaks and makeshift mockeries of themselves. Nuzzling the brownish red of the cherry oak, the faintly lucent miasma nibbled precariously at the black velvet curtains that swayed in the breeze cast by the open window. Tapping a narrow black cigarette holder, the man next to the window spewed a lopsided ring of smoke upwards as he strangled ash from the shaft. Without turning his gaze from the outside world he meekly raised a shaking arm, holding a tea cup aloft. Jumping in place without leaving the ground, a woman in a black suit cowered forward, her shoulders shaking as she lifted a pot, clinking it against the cup, allowing the whirling fluid to flow like a stream babbling about its distant relatives. As the liquid neared the rim she tilted the pot upwards and stepped backwards, bowing gently. Waving the fingers of the hand that held the cup the man sat down, resting his head upon his wrist as he nipped at the cup with a soundly slurp. Nodding, the young woman stepped backwards, the clonks of her shoes reverberating up the tall walls into the clouds that darted and dashed against the ceiling.
Gently setting the pot down on a small metal stand near the door she reached for the handle with both hands. A loud thunk resounded as she turned the heavy brass handle, the door's hinges bellowing a creak of dissatisfaction as the oaken husk opened its maw, freeing her from the dark chambers. Trotting out, she bent forward and closed her eyes, sighing. Standing straight she flicked her fingers through her short, platinum-blond bangs several times, clearing loose strands from her eyebrows. She flipped her right wrist upwards she glanced at the watch, its band slightly plucked apart on by the hands of time. Cursing under her breath she hurriedly flew forward, her feet flinging clonks wildly as she swept past several similarly clad men and women.
Gritting her teeth, she passed an older woman, her face crested with the beginnings of wrinkles, ignoring the nod shipped her way. A man stood guard at a door on her right and smiled broadly as he gave a curtsy. His lips parted to a grimace as he waved a hand through his hair as he shifted into an awkward, bow legged bow. Blinking both eyes and smiling, she waggled her fingers before continuing onward. Another man with expertly carved wrinkles in his otherwise fluid face flitted by her, slowing as he neared and tapping his nose while looking straight forward. Licking her upper lip she nodded, kicking at the ground as she churned forward faster than before, almost knocking the small jar of peanut butter that he held out of his hand. Turning, she looked at the container while cocking an eyebrow and stepping backwards then shook her head, continuing onward.
Stopping, she spun on her heels, tapping the worn golden-brass of a door handle before retracting her hand as though it were hot. With a sharp stroke of her chin, she glanced around quickly and, upon confirming an absence of souls, gripped the handle tightly. Taking a deep breath she slowly swung it and mightily tugged at the door, resting her head at the crack as she peeked inside. As it reared open she stepped back, the door moving under its own weight as it swung open. With catlike grace she hopped into the room, grasping the handle from the backside before quickly pulling it shut with a booming thud. Sighing, she fell against the door and bent her knees so that she slid downward slightly.
Distantly in the mansion a high pitched shriek resounded then vanished. Looking up and out the window she saw the black van, its exhaust coughing out spurts of black fumes. Eyes wide she rose, placing a fist at her heart as she crept into the room, the taps of her shoes muted by the powdery red rug. On a small stand between two chairs with bright red upholstery stood a candlestick phone. Nearing it, she rested an index finger on the dial then pulled back, looking over her shoulder and around the room. Pacing to the window her chest began to rise and fall quickly as she tipped the shade away, eyeing the empty vessel outside. Turning sharply she wrung her hands, pacing to the phone then back to the window, then towards the door. As she set her hand upon the handle she bent her head forward then shook it, stomping back towards the phone.
Lifting the receiver, she began to dial and then slammed the black shell back down, stepping backwards as she brought her hands to her chest and closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath. Opening her eyes, she reached forward, her hand stalling in the air for several seconds, falling to rest upon one of the books lying within the bookcase behind the small curved table. Gently caressing the spine, she huffed then picked the ear piece back up, her hand trembling as she brought it to her head. Slowly spinning her finger, she twisted the dial five times, stalling at the sixth as her finger hovered over the dial. Biting her upper lip, she punched in the last two digits and knelt towards the microphone. As the phone rang she brushed her hair from her eyebrows, then placed her free hand onto the earpiece as she turned towards the door. A gruff, muted voice chirped from the phone as she stood, listening.
Swiping her wrist across her forehead, she quickly cut the voice off with a nasally yet kitten-like "Ouis." The voice prattled out several words and the woman immediately began shaking her head, shouting a stalwart "Non!" into the ear piece. The words came again and she sliced them off with a second "Non!" Picking up the candlestick she turned her back to the wall, staring at the door as she shrunk away into the volumes behind her. "She iz 'ere already. I 'ave 'eard 'er." The voice on the other hand began to croak sharp orders. Standing straight, she began to speak "Mai--" but was cut off. Again, she attempted to talk, "Mai--," though the voice continued to prattle on. Pacing, she stomped her foot and forcefully mewled out "Mai-" but was silenced again. Huffing and tilting her head back, she leaned forward, the hand holding the microphone shaking as she shouted "Mais Ouis!" Gasping, her shoulders faded downward and she looked around, pulling the speaker away. Setting both pieces down on the table, she stalked to the door, pressing her ear on it for several seconds. Sighing and resting her back on the door, she slid down it as her head rocked to the ceiling. Leaping back to the phone, she picked it up and began stringing song-like words together. "'ou must 'urry. I vill escort 'er to ze foyer now ." Her arm slinked downward, her fingers releasing the receiver so that it rolled away, back onto the metal holster as it emanated the sound of coins clinking in a purse.
Prattling out a sigh, she smoothed her obsidian jacket with her trembling hands, fastening a rebellious button back into place. Standing tall, she sighed and nodded, her hands fidgeting with her faux diamond cuff-links as she faltered towards the door. As she reached for the handle the hunk of metal came alive, slowly ratcheting downward. Hopping in place, she squealed like a mouse, her right hand covering her cherry lips as she stepped backwards. Exhaling, she dismissed her hand from her mouth, reinforcing her stomach with it as she unfurled her spine while crushing a defiant wrinkle in her suit. As she dropped her hands to her sides she raised her chin towards the door as it creaked open.
A shadow swept through and behind her. Stepping back, she opened her mouth as a gloved hand slipped across it while a second wrapped itself around her stomach. A hunched figure rushed in with a bag the color of a midsummer's night. Flailing her bound arm limply, she reached up and attempted to pry the person gagging her away as she chirped out the faint idea of words that were muffled up and discarded, the specter of "eediots!" dissipating in the fresh beam of sunlight that poured through the window as the bag rounded her head and she felt herself ushered forward, her foot slipping onto the side of her shoe as it attempted to flutter away.
Steel like hands gripped her shoulders and forced her to stop in place. The bag flew away, revealing a woman with wavey brown hair standing in front of her with crossed arms. The woman bit her lip, her eyes darting around. Leaning forward her lips parted, words ferrying the strong scent of coffee as they crashed against the maid's face. "Where the hell is she?!"
Brushing the hands from her shoulders while she wiggled her foot, fixing her shoe back in place the maid sniffed, turning her head away from the woman. "'ou are early!" she exclaimed, stomping her foot as she twisted her fingers through her hair, messily realigning the strands back into a memory of the bob cut that framed her face.
Jaw dropping, the woman stepped forward, tilting her head downwards as she pressed her forehead against the maid's. "Now, she said--"
Throwing her hands down to her sides in half fists she leaned onto her toes, pushing the woman back. As her arms shook the maid spoke through clenched teeth, "'ou. Are.--" as a buzzing sound came from the woman's pocket. Stepping back, she slid a hand into her pocket and removed a small device, flipping it open.
The woman slowly cantered to the corner of the room. "Uh huh," she said as the maid crossed her arms and spun her head up at the man behind her. A polite smile crossed his face, his cheeks and chin checkered with unkempt whiskers. Snorting out a hmph the maid spun around, tightening her arms as she shifted them closer to her shoulders. "Yeah, alright," the woman said simply, twirling the device back into her pocket as she turned around. "Boss says we're supposed to wait in the foyer, then get them." Reaching behind her neck and looking away while she rubbed her neck she mumbled out "Sorry."
Lifting her nose to the air, the maid turned away from the woman as she stomped forward, slamming her hand onto the handle with a slight thud. Contorting, she thrust the door wide open as she huffed out of the room, letting the door slam behind her as she clomped down the hall while rubbing at the hand she had slammed into the handle.
A single servant crossed her path, bowing then jumping out of the way as she crashed past him with a raised head and a hmph. Rounding a corner, she stopped in front of a door that reached towards the ceiling that ached far above her head, music pounding from the other side. Quickly brushing her suit straight and straightening her hair, raised a hand, clearing her throat as she stood in that position for several seconds. Wiping a small bit of sweat away from her forehead with her left wrist as she exhaled and knocked, calling out "Mademoiselle?"
Almost immediately the music fell silent. A thick, boisterous thud responded as glass or porcelain crashed and shattered on the other side. Stepping back and putting weight on that foot, she nipped at her knuckles as the young mistress breathlessly called out "Just a minute!" The groan of wood shirking across the floor bellowed out alongside quick, light thumps. Seconds of silence lazily came and went. Leaning forward, she placed her hand onto the handle, the brass jingling as she started to tilt it. A panicked "One second! Don't come in!" came in response, her hand retreating from the knob and flew to her breast, her other hand massaging the knuckles of the recently dismissed. A flurry of heated whispers weaved through the cracks, their formless words falling away useless like listless October rain.
The handle turned and the young mistress' gleaming face peeked through the door, her golden brown eye throwing a faintly distilled glare. Upon making eye contact she opened it further, sticking her neck out and looking around, her long yet jumbled hair cascading back and forth. Reaching through the door she grasped the arm of the maid and tugged her inside, the door slamming shut behind her.
Inside of the small room sat a simple couch, crooked at an angle to the wall. On the couch a young man sat, buttoning a white dress shirt as stared intently at the wall, a slight rosey color piercing the whiskers on his cheeks. In front of him rested a puffy white shag rug upon which a knocked over pair of light blue sneakers nestled next to and very dwarfed by a large pair of black dress shoes, shining and sitting neatly, obediently. Lightly sucking in air through her nostrils, the maid brought a hand to her nose as the man reached beside the couch and took up his black blazer. The young mistress hopped about the room like a ferret, picking up small objects and placing them into the too-big varsity jacket that limply hung about her shoulders, the sleeves of which engulfed her hands. Falling back onto the couch, she smiled broadly at the young man who shirked back and quickly slipped his shoes on before grabbing a jar of peanut butter that rested on the stand. Jumping up, he bent his head and shielded his eyes from the maid as he skulked from the room into the hallway.
Shoving her hands into the pockets of the jacket, the young mistress spread her black socked feet apart from one another, the hole in her right pant leg screaming in pain as strands of fabric ratcheted free. As though thunder rent the room, the young mistress threw her head back, the top of her head touching the wall as she cried out, "Like, what was so important you came in here?" her words slightly flowing together as each syllable crossed over into the next. The maid's eyes went wide, her hands fidgeting with a button on her blazer. Sweat beaded up on her forehead as she stared intently into the corner of the room. "Oh my god," the young mistress sighed extravagantly as she rocked her body, her head flying forward while lifting her legs and tucking her feet beneath them, "what does daddy want now?"
Biting her lip, the maid return a steely look to the pouting face of her benefactor. Rubbing the back of her neck she let her hand slid down and stop just below her chin, her head tilted to the side. "Ah, 'ou zee--"
Gasping, the young mistress clapped, "You have the most adorable accent!"
A streak of red heat burned at either side of the maid's nose. Giggling and waving a hand she shook her head, "ah non, that iz--" The young mistress began clapping as she chuckled and bounced from the couch, a broad smile full of teeth painting its way across her face. Exhaling, the maid opened her eyes, dismissing the tingling timidness that cast its shadow upon her cheeks. "Ve must go," she said simply, the words dropping and cracking against the floor like hail. The young mistress turned away, sucking her lips into a frown. With a nod she slipped her legs from beneath her to the floor and into their shoes, wiggling them in as she rose.
Standing up, the young mistress walked towards the maid. A shadow from the figure of the young mistress distinguished the light around the maid as she approached, the edges of her shoulders cresting slightly higher than the maid's eyes. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket she drew out something and shoved it into her mouth, chewing at it like a cow on grass. Reaching for the table she plucked a baseball cap and fit it on her head while barking out "Let's go, I haven't got all day." Nodding, the maid spun on her heel and creaked open the door, speeding down the hallway.
The two walked down the hall, the maid shuffling forward, her legs shifting swiftly like urgent brooms while the young mistress lagged behind, her knees bent slightly outwards and her torso drooping forward like a sapling under the weight of fast growing leaves hungry for the dawn's radiance. Blowing a pink bubble from her mouth, the young mistress stopped at a window, throwing a hand against the wall as she leaned onto her shoulder while gazing at the hedge maze below. Upon wrapping around a corner the maid caught sight of the mistress. Placing her hands on her hips she puffed up with an audible hmph. Throwing her head back, the young woman vented an overly dramatic sigh that lasted her entire march down the hall.
After rounding the corner the duo came to a tall set of doors. Swinging them open, they entered the room, walking to the left of a long stairwell that flowed like a waterfall. Moving to the center of the room, the maid crossed her arms and spun her wide eyes about the vacant room, her heart thudding loudly against her ribs. The young mistress laced her hands behind the waves of her hair as she stared into the ceiling. "Sooo... why'd we stop?" she said as she rocked back and forth on her heels. From behind her a small coat closet door creaked open as two shadows bounded from it, dashing forward. The boulder of a man flew past the mistress straight for the maid, spinning around her and throwing a black bag over her head as she was tucked upward and slumped over a bony shoulder; the scrambling sound of shoes stamping against the ground and a muffled scream following soon behind curved coyly as her wrists were wrenched together with a rough length of rope. A breeze fresh from its voyage over top of a nearby forest came and wrapped itself around the maid before she was hoisted above the ground and tossed against a cushioned seat. The heavy weight of a shoulder crashing into her stomach came and she coughed loudly, a door slamming shut as an engine revved, beating at asphalt as their surroundings shuddered and wheezed.
The weight of the mistress lifted away. Just as the maid sat up, shaking her head, rubber screeched in pain, the tires hissing at their wounds. The shift threw the maid into the side of the car as the mistress fell into her lap. Another sudden turn and the two women tumbled to the other side, the maid rolling onto the floor with a thud, her tiny hands gripping at the seat as she landed upon her stomach. A gruff hand grasped her by the collar of her shirt, thrusting her back onto the seat as its mate grabbed her shoulder, pushing her down and holding her in place as the van rocketed forward. Another screech and the engine fell silent, vanquished by the ignition.
Biting her tongue, she held back heavy criticism of her treatment lest her part be given way. Swiftly the hand upon her shoulder vanished just as the bag about her head vanished, catching her nose and thrusting her head backward into the seat behind her. Glaring at the smiling oaf that looked down at her, she shook her head in an attempt to scatter her mane back to the carefully straightened order she had plied it into. With a quick glance around the vehicle, she quickly assessed that only two of her comrades were present. Movement to her right drew her attention as she saw the brute place his hand on the bag that hid her head. As he tugged at it the maid bent forward, opening her mouth to cry "Non!" but stopping herself just short of it.
The bag flew away as the mistress shook her head. Her jaw dropped as she looked around, her mouth coiling to a smile as she started to laugh, stamping her feet against the van, shaking it. "Oh. My. God. You guys are SO bad at this," she said, light twinkling in her eyes. "Is this your first time? This is your first time, isn't it?" She said, smiling goofily as her head turned from the driver, to the oaf behind her and then the maid. Just as the maid's eyes went wide the mistress cackled, stamping her feet again as she pushed her face forward, their noses almost touching. "Oh, no honey, your performance was just the worst." The broad smell of peanut butter emanated from her breath and her shoulders shook, the rope that bound her wrists scraping against itself as she gyrated her arms.
Her mouth hung open as her eyes started to shift towards the driver but were forced into a standstill with the gleaming eyes of the mistress. Mentally shaking herself, she rolled out a "Revenir?" as the mistress stamped her feet before lightly headbutting the mistress.
"No, no I know." She shouted with determination. "Don't pull the frenchie card on me."
The maid's eyebrows furled downward as she pushed her forehead back against the mistresses. Clenching her teeth, she sat back, shimmying in place, freeing parts of her coat that had rolled upwards during their voyage. Coughing, the maid turned her head to the window, staring into the shadowy void that encapsulated the van. "I 'ave no idea vut--"
"Oh. my. GOD! You are SOO bad at this!" the young mistress shouted, cutting her off. "Your acting is SO terrible! Like, do you even have a plan after you kidnapped me? Or were you just expecting my dad to walk up here and give you money?" Raising her nose to the ceiling, she began speaking in a deep, nasally tone of mockery. "'Oh no, not my daughter, please?! Take anything you want!'"
Stunned, the two men lazily turned to each other, staring. "Oh my god, you did! You totes did!" Laughing, she sneered away from them all, then tilted her head forward as she immediately composed herself. Sighing, she rattled her head then looked at the driver with a deeply sincere, almost caring face. "Alright, listen." Shifting in place, she extended her right hip towards the driver. "Take my phone out of my pocket, record a video, send it to my dad. Let him know I'm ok, but say you want the money – just name a price, he'll talk you down if its too much, and then you accept it. Also," as she slipped out the last part, her foot twirled in place, ratcheting against the floor as her foot escaped her shoe. Pressing her heel into the ground, she rolled her sock so quickly that the maid almost thought her foot to be bare when it left the shoe. Against the backdrop of black carpet, the deep olive color of her skin and the shimmer of black polish appeared like powdery snow. The defeated, black puffball rolled under her seat as the mistress kicked her shoe there as well. "Tickle me right after you say that, maybe throw in an or else. It'll make me look like I'm in danger. I'll do the rest, and then we get paid."
The maid's head whipped around, her jaw dropping as she curtly spit out, "And vai should ve listen to oo!" Grimacing as the last word left her lips she watched as the mistress puckered a smile, slowly turning towards her with a sinister look on her face.
Drawling out each word, the mistress mocked the maid's voice, her voice trailing into her own as she murkily waded through the sentence. " 'irst 'ule? Commit. If oo can't maintain the part don't even bother." Flipping her head towards the driver, she nodded. "Go on then! I've places to be tonight."
Sighing, the maid closed her eyes and rested her head against the backseat, her fingers fumbling at the seat belt she sat on. Gripping the thing, she licked her lips and opened her eyes, speaking simply, "Do eet."
Shrugging, the driver limply reached forward, grasping the rectangular object from her hip. Scratching at his head, he dropped his thick finger and began touching at the glass. "The password is 1234," the mistress said simply. Raising an eyebrow, the maid's head turned from the mistress to the driver as he nodded, punching his finger against the glass several times.
Grasping her dainty ankle with his free hand, he moved the phone back and forward several times and then started speaking in a gruff, monotone voice. "Ah, this is... Uhm. We have your daughter. Give us the money." He then waggled a finger up and down her foot as she her toes wavered, her leg flinching while she frowned, shimmying slightly.
"No, no, no!" She shouted, slapping at his hand with her foot several times. "My goddess you are awful at this! Untie me!" She twisted her shoulders about so that her back faced them while she wiggled her bound wrists at them. The two men sat starring at her, stunned. "Do it NOW!" Jumping in place, the oaf behind her reached beneath the chair, placing his hands on the rope that strapped her wrists together.
Screeching in such a high pitched tone the maid's words flubbered into near nonsense as she flew forward, her shoulders flapping like wings "Vut are oo doing!? Do not untie 'er!"
The young mistress just rolled her eyes and lifted her wrists. "This isn't my first rodeo, honey. Let me show you." The brute looked at the maid, shaking his head as he shrugged and continued untying her. Sniffing loudly, the maid huffed and turned her back to the rest of the crew before turning around again, sniffling twice as the mistress rubbed her wrist then bent down. Grasping the rope, she slithered her arm around the maid's legs. Kicking in place, the maid looked at the brute, then the driver, her mouth wide open as the young mistress weaved the maid's ankles together.
"Vut iz dis! Stop it now!" Flapping her legs, she arched her back, bending her knees and tugging so much that she slid forward in her seat; shadows accentuated the young mistresses biceps as the maid's feet refused to move from the mistress' iron vice.
Picking at the buckle over the top of her right foot, the mistress plucked at the strip of leather, pulling it loose as she slipped the maid's clog, baring her right foot. The mistress's lips coiled at the ends, sinking into her cheeks as she lowered her head while bringing the clog to her nose, running the edge against her upper lip like a cigar as she stared down her prey through her eyelashes.
Spinning her fingers, she twirled the faux-buckler in her palm, silently swiping the edge of its heel against the side of the maid's sole. Squeaking like a mouse, the maid's nose furled upward, her nose and body wrinkling as she scrunched together, tugging her knees upward though her mesmerized feet refused to follow. Raising her hand above her shoulder, the mistress chuckled, dropping the shoe behind her with a mournful plunk.
A whistling wind called from outside, shooing distant puffs of gray from the sky so that the sun's blessing could blast away the blight of shadows that loomed within the van and garage. Shining through the garage and then van windows, the rays shone a spotlight solely on the naked foot the mistress held. Whistling lightly, she turned it in her hand, her eyes twinkling as she lowered her free hand and rubbed at her chin. Bending her neck to the right, then the left, she closed her eyes and pushed at her jaw, cracking her neck before swiftly throwing her head in a circle, scattering her hair lightly. Opening her eyes to coy slits, she stared at the foot, a toxic, ornery light bouncing in those glittering windows.
Anxiousness bubbled at the tip of the maid's nose in the form of a steamy sweat, her cheeks igniting a rubied pink as the mistress continued to swirl the maid's ankle in her hand, savoring the look of her flesh in the light as though it were a well aged glass of wine. For several seconds her eyes expertly flit up and down, appraising and measuring the goods that she held. Her tiny sole shimmered in the light, the edges of its slightly wide flesh tended to a deep pink that spread like a plague across her toes, heel and around the edges of her foot, even bridging across the top of it into the indentations where the buckle had held that shield against her. With a flick of her toes, the light pink color of her polish shimmered on her tiny, well rounded toes. The thin layer of white that ran around her toenails like a rim sparkled like a pearl as the rays of light landed against it. Lifting her head, the mistress scratched at the tip of her nose before turning and yawning, her hand falling and lacerating the foot she held with skillful, ticklish lacings.
The touch was soft and delicate, falling like a painter's brush as the mistresses eyes spun down, focusing on the foot. Her hand reared back, her fingers wiggling independently as they ducked and dove into the maid's flesh. Though the mistress only stuck with the very ends of her fingers, the sinister spell she evoked onto the maid was immediate. Snorting, the maid's knees bucked upwards, her feet falling down towards the floor of the van as she twisted her ankles in unison, her naked sole fleeing behind her still clad foot. Tutting, the mistress pinched at the maid's big toe, plucking it away as the maid's toes spread wildly. Shifting her arm a closer to her body, the mistress's hand spiraled around the maid's ankle, her finger tips fluttering against the sides of the maid's heels.
The maid's torso shook as a pained, broad smile circled her lips upward, her nose and cheeks compressing towards her eyes, thick lines digging trenches to the edges of her head. Of its own volition her tongue rammed into the backs of her teeth, swirling the air that gathered there into a tight, hissing storm of a stcchhhh. The sound wavered with a light chuckle as the mistress's free hand forked downward, her finger tips very lightly scratching around the bottom of her ankle like tiny feathers.
Drawing her hand back, the mistress leaned in, her eyes stabbing through her lashes at the maid. "See, men," she said, her words dropping like cannonballs from a pirate ship sent to hoard tickling from young maidens, "they've this notion that there's only one kind of tickling." Pressing the backs of her nails against the bottoms of the maid's clenched toes, she quickly swiped downward, barely touching the maid's flesh. Slamming her back into the seat, the maid jumped and twisted in place with a mouse like chehehe. "That's not the case is it, my dear maid?"
Pressing against the long slab of skin that sat beneath her toes like a small mound of golden hay, the mistress began rapping her fingers in quick succession as the maid's toes clenched even tighter, wrinkles denouncing their pleas. The toes carried on regardless, leading her feet to point to the right, then the left as they shimmied in place. Leaning in further, the mistress curved her fingers inward so that the very tips of her flesh, just beneath her nails, rushed in with a great sense of urgency. Wiggling her finger tips so lightly that the men didn't realize they moved, the mistress struck there, sifting for the gold that the maid hoarded. With a gasp her eyes burst wide open, her jaw dropping as she began proclaiming a silvery "non!" freckled with light, gasping chuckles that rippled in the air. Tugging her shoulders into her neck, the maid twisted her head, pulling her legs upward. Though the mistress left them fly away, her hands stuck to the woman's ankle and sole like glue, following after them as she leaped upwards. Pulling the maid's feet in front of her face, the mistress landed across the maid's lap, the mistress' knees spread to either side as she laughed merrily.
Drawing the her feet inward, the maid slid back and down into the seat. In an instant the mistress's fingers re-enacted their devilish plan, scurrying delicate lines across the maid's soles. The touch was light and powdery, nearly invisible and so quick that it was gone in an instant. She squeaked out an elaborately bejeweled “hee-hee,” as she shook her hips, flapping her feet helplessly in the woman's iron grasp.
“See,” the mistress said, shaking a strand of hair from her eyes before glancing to the side, “to really make a woman suffer, you start slow over a low flame.” Her eyes spun about as she pinched the maid's heels in her hand, a careful look of evaluation on her glassy eyes. With just the tip of her finger, she tapped at the middle of the maid's sole, a smile forming on the mistress's lips as the maid gasped suddenly and wiggled flicked her toes against one another. The maid twitched and shivered, her muscles convulsing as she drew in a shaky breath. “Then you turn up the heat.”
Biting her lower lip, the mistress set her fingers against the maid's feet and began vibrating her hand, her fingers pressing deeply into her flesh. Closing her eyes and falling onto her side, the maid laughed loudly as she shook her hips, her soft voice mewling out "Veuillez arrêter!" Stretching her neck, she bit into the seat while fasting her hands into the rope at her wrist, her muffled voice crying "Pas plus! Pas plus!" before lilting out a resounding, shriek like "Mer-cii!"
A cold laugh like steel rang through the car as the mistress bent in, raking her nails up the maid's sole. Slowing for a moment, she tilted her nose down and glanced upward over the woman's toes as she spoke out. “Oh, you don't get off that easy..” Pressing her tongue over her upper lip, she drew a spiral up the center of the woman's right foot, punctuating it with stiff, pointed scratches to the tune of “mon. a. mie.” Without reservation she began scraping her nails up and down the woman's feet without abandon while a sadistic light flashed in mistress's eyes. The maid's feet curled together into small, swooping arcs that only sped passage of the mistress's fingers over her skin. Clamping her eyes shut, the little woman rolled back and forth, laughing hysterically while color rushed to her face. Her feet danced back and forth as the mistress commanded, delight glinting off of her eyes.
The driver laughed loudly, clapping his hands as the goon in the back stroked his chin and tilted his head, chuckling as he looked out the car door. A beeping came from the mistresses wrist as she stopped suddenly, gasping as her hands flew her her mouth, covering her lips and the tip of her nose. Rolling around, she thrust her hands behind her and hotly yelled out, "I've got to go. Just, like, start filming, tickle her a bit, then, like, grab my foot and slowly move your hand towards me. I'll do the rest." To her left the maid huffed in air thirstily as she rubbed her cheek against the seat.
Running a hand over top his head, the driver bit his lip as his hair fell back downwards while he fumbled with the phone. Pressing at the glass several times a light blinked from the back of her phone. "Ugh! You idiot! Not pictures, video!" she called out, leaning forward and grabbing her phone. "Just gimme it." Tapping at the tech a few times, she lobbed it into the air and shoved her hands behind her again. "Just press the button in the middle, and hurry up! I've got to go!"
As instructed, the driver pressed at the glass and held the thing up. Reaching forward, he pressed against the top of the maid's ankle, forcing feet to lay on their sides against the floor of the van while he reached around, roughly rattling his fingers against her skin. At once the maid extended her neck, guffawing at the sliding door of the van as she twisted her shoulder into the seat. Slamming her eyes shut, she writhed in place while the mistress began crying out, "Daddy! Daddy! Help, I've been kidnapped!" The thug withdrew from the maid, turning the camera towards the mistress as she grasped the seat buckle behind her, pulling at her arms, her shoulders whipping wildly. Grasping her ankle, he lifted her foot up as she twisted away, the mistress screeching out sharp words that bounced like a boomerang inside of the van. "Nooo! I'm waay too ticklish! Daddy!" At once the mistress fell forward, slamming against the driver's arm, knocking her phone into the ground. Like a whip she shot her arm forward, pressing the circle on the glass, the light on the phone no longer blinking. In a quick motion she thrust the phone into her coat pocket, the edge of her lip twisting upward as she gently patted the outside of her jacket.
Raising her hands, she sorted her hair into a semblance of order. "Alright, good work people." Nodding at the driver, she simply called out, "Take me to forty third street. You do know where that is, right?" Plucking at his nose, the driver looked at the thug behind her. "Now! I'm late!" Huffing, she snatched up her sock and shoe, forcing her foot into them. "You'll get your pay, but I'm taking half. Ah," she gasped, looking down towards the maid. "And you. My room, tonight, 10pm." The mistresses eyes lit up as she fumbled for her phone, touching at it several times, "Aaaccctually, ooh, ahh could youuu... uhm.. Tomorrow, no no." Sucking at her teeth, she clicked her tongue, "Yeah, next Wednesday. Annndd the foyer, actually, not my room." Turning back towards the driver, her eyelids fell to slits as she shouted "Drive already!" Jumping in place, the driver spun around, twisting the key in the ignition as the van sputtered to life, the mistress running her hands around the side of her neck as she fluffed her hair upwards. "I swear, good help is so hard to find."
Coy smoke swirled around the speckled ceiling, caressing the crevices as the silvery wisps confided in one another of their synthetic nature, blending and merging into strained streaks and makeshift mockeries of themselves. Nuzzling the brownish red of the cherry oak, the faintly lucent miasma nibbled precariously at the black velvet curtains that swayed in the breeze cast by the open window. Tapping a narrow black cigarette holder, the man next to the window spewed a lopsided ring of smoke upwards as he strangled ash from the shaft. Without turning his gaze from the outside world he meekly raised a shaking arm, holding a tea cup aloft. Jumping in place without leaving the ground, a woman in a black suit cowered forward, her shoulders shaking as she lifted a pot, clinking it against the cup, allowing the whirling fluid to flow like a stream babbling about its distant relatives. As the liquid neared the rim she tilted the pot upwards and stepped backwards, bowing gently. Waving the fingers of the hand that held the cup the man sat down, resting his head upon his wrist as he nipped at the cup with a soundly slurp. Nodding, the young woman stepped backwards, the clonks of her shoes reverberating up the tall walls into the clouds that darted and dashed against the ceiling.
Gently setting the pot down on a small metal stand near the door she reached for the handle with both hands. A loud thunk resounded as she turned the heavy brass handle, the door's hinges bellowing a creak of dissatisfaction as the oaken husk opened its maw, freeing her from the dark chambers. Trotting out, she bent forward and closed her eyes, sighing. Standing straight she flicked her fingers through her short, platinum-blond bangs several times, clearing loose strands from her eyebrows. She flipped her right wrist upwards she glanced at the watch, its band slightly plucked apart on by the hands of time. Cursing under her breath she hurriedly flew forward, her feet flinging clonks wildly as she swept past several similarly clad men and women.
Gritting her teeth, she passed an older woman, her face crested with the beginnings of wrinkles, ignoring the nod shipped her way. A man stood guard at a door on her right and smiled broadly as he gave a curtsy. His lips parted to a grimace as he waved a hand through his hair as he shifted into an awkward, bow legged bow. Blinking both eyes and smiling, she waggled her fingers before continuing onward. Another man with expertly carved wrinkles in his otherwise fluid face flitted by her, slowing as he neared and tapping his nose while looking straight forward. Licking her upper lip she nodded, kicking at the ground as she churned forward faster than before, almost knocking the small jar of peanut butter that he held out of his hand. Turning, she looked at the container while cocking an eyebrow and stepping backwards then shook her head, continuing onward.
Stopping, she spun on her heels, tapping the worn golden-brass of a door handle before retracting her hand as though it were hot. With a sharp stroke of her chin, she glanced around quickly and, upon confirming an absence of souls, gripped the handle tightly. Taking a deep breath she slowly swung it and mightily tugged at the door, resting her head at the crack as she peeked inside. As it reared open she stepped back, the door moving under its own weight as it swung open. With catlike grace she hopped into the room, grasping the handle from the backside before quickly pulling it shut with a booming thud. Sighing, she fell against the door and bent her knees so that she slid downward slightly.
Distantly in the mansion a high pitched shriek resounded then vanished. Looking up and out the window she saw the black van, its exhaust coughing out spurts of black fumes. Eyes wide she rose, placing a fist at her heart as she crept into the room, the taps of her shoes muted by the powdery red rug. On a small stand between two chairs with bright red upholstery stood a candlestick phone. Nearing it, she rested an index finger on the dial then pulled back, looking over her shoulder and around the room. Pacing to the window her chest began to rise and fall quickly as she tipped the shade away, eyeing the empty vessel outside. Turning sharply she wrung her hands, pacing to the phone then back to the window, then towards the door. As she set her hand upon the handle she bent her head forward then shook it, stomping back towards the phone.
Lifting the receiver, she began to dial and then slammed the black shell back down, stepping backwards as she brought her hands to her chest and closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath. Opening her eyes, she reached forward, her hand stalling in the air for several seconds, falling to rest upon one of the books lying within the bookcase behind the small curved table. Gently caressing the spine, she huffed then picked the ear piece back up, her hand trembling as she brought it to her head. Slowly spinning her finger, she twisted the dial five times, stalling at the sixth as her finger hovered over the dial. Biting her upper lip, she punched in the last two digits and knelt towards the microphone. As the phone rang she brushed her hair from her eyebrows, then placed her free hand onto the earpiece as she turned towards the door. A gruff, muted voice chirped from the phone as she stood, listening.
Swiping her wrist across her forehead, she quickly cut the voice off with a nasally yet kitten-like "Ouis." The voice prattled out several words and the woman immediately began shaking her head, shouting a stalwart "Non!" into the ear piece. The words came again and she sliced them off with a second "Non!" Picking up the candlestick she turned her back to the wall, staring at the door as she shrunk away into the volumes behind her. "She iz 'ere already. I 'ave 'eard 'er." The voice on the other hand began to croak sharp orders. Standing straight, she began to speak "Mai--" but was cut off. Again, she attempted to talk, "Mai--," though the voice continued to prattle on. Pacing, she stomped her foot and forcefully mewled out "Mai-" but was silenced again. Huffing and tilting her head back, she leaned forward, the hand holding the microphone shaking as she shouted "Mais Ouis!" Gasping, her shoulders faded downward and she looked around, pulling the speaker away. Setting both pieces down on the table, she stalked to the door, pressing her ear on it for several seconds. Sighing and resting her back on the door, she slid down it as her head rocked to the ceiling. Leaping back to the phone, she picked it up and began stringing song-like words together. "'ou must 'urry. I vill escort 'er to ze foyer now ." Her arm slinked downward, her fingers releasing the receiver so that it rolled away, back onto the metal holster as it emanated the sound of coins clinking in a purse.
Prattling out a sigh, she smoothed her obsidian jacket with her trembling hands, fastening a rebellious button back into place. Standing tall, she sighed and nodded, her hands fidgeting with her faux diamond cuff-links as she faltered towards the door. As she reached for the handle the hunk of metal came alive, slowly ratcheting downward. Hopping in place, she squealed like a mouse, her right hand covering her cherry lips as she stepped backwards. Exhaling, she dismissed her hand from her mouth, reinforcing her stomach with it as she unfurled her spine while crushing a defiant wrinkle in her suit. As she dropped her hands to her sides she raised her chin towards the door as it creaked open.
A shadow swept through and behind her. Stepping back, she opened her mouth as a gloved hand slipped across it while a second wrapped itself around her stomach. A hunched figure rushed in with a bag the color of a midsummer's night. Flailing her bound arm limply, she reached up and attempted to pry the person gagging her away as she chirped out the faint idea of words that were muffled up and discarded, the specter of "eediots!" dissipating in the fresh beam of sunlight that poured through the window as the bag rounded her head and she felt herself ushered forward, her foot slipping onto the side of her shoe as it attempted to flutter away.
Steel like hands gripped her shoulders and forced her to stop in place. The bag flew away, revealing a woman with wavey brown hair standing in front of her with crossed arms. The woman bit her lip, her eyes darting around. Leaning forward her lips parted, words ferrying the strong scent of coffee as they crashed against the maid's face. "Where the hell is she?!"
Brushing the hands from her shoulders while she wiggled her foot, fixing her shoe back in place the maid sniffed, turning her head away from the woman. "'ou are early!" she exclaimed, stomping her foot as she twisted her fingers through her hair, messily realigning the strands back into a memory of the bob cut that framed her face.
Jaw dropping, the woman stepped forward, tilting her head downwards as she pressed her forehead against the maid's. "Now, she said--"
Throwing her hands down to her sides in half fists she leaned onto her toes, pushing the woman back. As her arms shook the maid spoke through clenched teeth, "'ou. Are.--" as a buzzing sound came from the woman's pocket. Stepping back, she slid a hand into her pocket and removed a small device, flipping it open.
The woman slowly cantered to the corner of the room. "Uh huh," she said as the maid crossed her arms and spun her head up at the man behind her. A polite smile crossed his face, his cheeks and chin checkered with unkempt whiskers. Snorting out a hmph the maid spun around, tightening her arms as she shifted them closer to her shoulders. "Yeah, alright," the woman said simply, twirling the device back into her pocket as she turned around. "Boss says we're supposed to wait in the foyer, then get them." Reaching behind her neck and looking away while she rubbed her neck she mumbled out "Sorry."
Lifting her nose to the air, the maid turned away from the woman as she stomped forward, slamming her hand onto the handle with a slight thud. Contorting, she thrust the door wide open as she huffed out of the room, letting the door slam behind her as she clomped down the hall while rubbing at the hand she had slammed into the handle.
A single servant crossed her path, bowing then jumping out of the way as she crashed past him with a raised head and a hmph. Rounding a corner, she stopped in front of a door that reached towards the ceiling that ached far above her head, music pounding from the other side. Quickly brushing her suit straight and straightening her hair, raised a hand, clearing her throat as she stood in that position for several seconds. Wiping a small bit of sweat away from her forehead with her left wrist as she exhaled and knocked, calling out "Mademoiselle?"
Almost immediately the music fell silent. A thick, boisterous thud responded as glass or porcelain crashed and shattered on the other side. Stepping back and putting weight on that foot, she nipped at her knuckles as the young mistress breathlessly called out "Just a minute!" The groan of wood shirking across the floor bellowed out alongside quick, light thumps. Seconds of silence lazily came and went. Leaning forward, she placed her hand onto the handle, the brass jingling as she started to tilt it. A panicked "One second! Don't come in!" came in response, her hand retreating from the knob and flew to her breast, her other hand massaging the knuckles of the recently dismissed. A flurry of heated whispers weaved through the cracks, their formless words falling away useless like listless October rain.
The handle turned and the young mistress' gleaming face peeked through the door, her golden brown eye throwing a faintly distilled glare. Upon making eye contact she opened it further, sticking her neck out and looking around, her long yet jumbled hair cascading back and forth. Reaching through the door she grasped the arm of the maid and tugged her inside, the door slamming shut behind her.
Inside of the small room sat a simple couch, crooked at an angle to the wall. On the couch a young man sat, buttoning a white dress shirt as stared intently at the wall, a slight rosey color piercing the whiskers on his cheeks. In front of him rested a puffy white shag rug upon which a knocked over pair of light blue sneakers nestled next to and very dwarfed by a large pair of black dress shoes, shining and sitting neatly, obediently. Lightly sucking in air through her nostrils, the maid brought a hand to her nose as the man reached beside the couch and took up his black blazer. The young mistress hopped about the room like a ferret, picking up small objects and placing them into the too-big varsity jacket that limply hung about her shoulders, the sleeves of which engulfed her hands. Falling back onto the couch, she smiled broadly at the young man who shirked back and quickly slipped his shoes on before grabbing a jar of peanut butter that rested on the stand. Jumping up, he bent his head and shielded his eyes from the maid as he skulked from the room into the hallway.
Shoving her hands into the pockets of the jacket, the young mistress spread her black socked feet apart from one another, the hole in her right pant leg screaming in pain as strands of fabric ratcheted free. As though thunder rent the room, the young mistress threw her head back, the top of her head touching the wall as she cried out, "Like, what was so important you came in here?" her words slightly flowing together as each syllable crossed over into the next. The maid's eyes went wide, her hands fidgeting with a button on her blazer. Sweat beaded up on her forehead as she stared intently into the corner of the room. "Oh my god," the young mistress sighed extravagantly as she rocked her body, her head flying forward while lifting her legs and tucking her feet beneath them, "what does daddy want now?"
Biting her lip, the maid return a steely look to the pouting face of her benefactor. Rubbing the back of her neck she let her hand slid down and stop just below her chin, her head tilted to the side. "Ah, 'ou zee--"
Gasping, the young mistress clapped, "You have the most adorable accent!"
A streak of red heat burned at either side of the maid's nose. Giggling and waving a hand she shook her head, "ah non, that iz--" The young mistress began clapping as she chuckled and bounced from the couch, a broad smile full of teeth painting its way across her face. Exhaling, the maid opened her eyes, dismissing the tingling timidness that cast its shadow upon her cheeks. "Ve must go," she said simply, the words dropping and cracking against the floor like hail. The young mistress turned away, sucking her lips into a frown. With a nod she slipped her legs from beneath her to the floor and into their shoes, wiggling them in as she rose.
Standing up, the young mistress walked towards the maid. A shadow from the figure of the young mistress distinguished the light around the maid as she approached, the edges of her shoulders cresting slightly higher than the maid's eyes. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket she drew out something and shoved it into her mouth, chewing at it like a cow on grass. Reaching for the table she plucked a baseball cap and fit it on her head while barking out "Let's go, I haven't got all day." Nodding, the maid spun on her heel and creaked open the door, speeding down the hallway.
The two walked down the hall, the maid shuffling forward, her legs shifting swiftly like urgent brooms while the young mistress lagged behind, her knees bent slightly outwards and her torso drooping forward like a sapling under the weight of fast growing leaves hungry for the dawn's radiance. Blowing a pink bubble from her mouth, the young mistress stopped at a window, throwing a hand against the wall as she leaned onto her shoulder while gazing at the hedge maze below. Upon wrapping around a corner the maid caught sight of the mistress. Placing her hands on her hips she puffed up with an audible hmph. Throwing her head back, the young woman vented an overly dramatic sigh that lasted her entire march down the hall.
After rounding the corner the duo came to a tall set of doors. Swinging them open, they entered the room, walking to the left of a long stairwell that flowed like a waterfall. Moving to the center of the room, the maid crossed her arms and spun her wide eyes about the vacant room, her heart thudding loudly against her ribs. The young mistress laced her hands behind the waves of her hair as she stared into the ceiling. "Sooo... why'd we stop?" she said as she rocked back and forth on her heels. From behind her a small coat closet door creaked open as two shadows bounded from it, dashing forward. The boulder of a man flew past the mistress straight for the maid, spinning around her and throwing a black bag over her head as she was tucked upward and slumped over a bony shoulder; the scrambling sound of shoes stamping against the ground and a muffled scream following soon behind curved coyly as her wrists were wrenched together with a rough length of rope. A breeze fresh from its voyage over top of a nearby forest came and wrapped itself around the maid before she was hoisted above the ground and tossed against a cushioned seat. The heavy weight of a shoulder crashing into her stomach came and she coughed loudly, a door slamming shut as an engine revved, beating at asphalt as their surroundings shuddered and wheezed.
The weight of the mistress lifted away. Just as the maid sat up, shaking her head, rubber screeched in pain, the tires hissing at their wounds. The shift threw the maid into the side of the car as the mistress fell into her lap. Another sudden turn and the two women tumbled to the other side, the maid rolling onto the floor with a thud, her tiny hands gripping at the seat as she landed upon her stomach. A gruff hand grasped her by the collar of her shirt, thrusting her back onto the seat as its mate grabbed her shoulder, pushing her down and holding her in place as the van rocketed forward. Another screech and the engine fell silent, vanquished by the ignition.
Biting her tongue, she held back heavy criticism of her treatment lest her part be given way. Swiftly the hand upon her shoulder vanished just as the bag about her head vanished, catching her nose and thrusting her head backward into the seat behind her. Glaring at the smiling oaf that looked down at her, she shook her head in an attempt to scatter her mane back to the carefully straightened order she had plied it into. With a quick glance around the vehicle, she quickly assessed that only two of her comrades were present. Movement to her right drew her attention as she saw the brute place his hand on the bag that hid her head. As he tugged at it the maid bent forward, opening her mouth to cry "Non!" but stopping herself just short of it.
The bag flew away as the mistress shook her head. Her jaw dropped as she looked around, her mouth coiling to a smile as she started to laugh, stamping her feet against the van, shaking it. "Oh. My. God. You guys are SO bad at this," she said, light twinkling in her eyes. "Is this your first time? This is your first time, isn't it?" She said, smiling goofily as her head turned from the driver, to the oaf behind her and then the maid. Just as the maid's eyes went wide the mistress cackled, stamping her feet again as she pushed her face forward, their noses almost touching. "Oh, no honey, your performance was just the worst." The broad smell of peanut butter emanated from her breath and her shoulders shook, the rope that bound her wrists scraping against itself as she gyrated her arms.
Her mouth hung open as her eyes started to shift towards the driver but were forced into a standstill with the gleaming eyes of the mistress. Mentally shaking herself, she rolled out a "Revenir?" as the mistress stamped her feet before lightly headbutting the mistress.
"No, no I know." She shouted with determination. "Don't pull the frenchie card on me."
The maid's eyebrows furled downward as she pushed her forehead back against the mistresses. Clenching her teeth, she sat back, shimmying in place, freeing parts of her coat that had rolled upwards during their voyage. Coughing, the maid turned her head to the window, staring into the shadowy void that encapsulated the van. "I 'ave no idea vut--"
"Oh. my. GOD! You are SOO bad at this!" the young mistress shouted, cutting her off. "Your acting is SO terrible! Like, do you even have a plan after you kidnapped me? Or were you just expecting my dad to walk up here and give you money?" Raising her nose to the ceiling, she began speaking in a deep, nasally tone of mockery. "'Oh no, not my daughter, please?! Take anything you want!'"
Stunned, the two men lazily turned to each other, staring. "Oh my god, you did! You totes did!" Laughing, she sneered away from them all, then tilted her head forward as she immediately composed herself. Sighing, she rattled her head then looked at the driver with a deeply sincere, almost caring face. "Alright, listen." Shifting in place, she extended her right hip towards the driver. "Take my phone out of my pocket, record a video, send it to my dad. Let him know I'm ok, but say you want the money – just name a price, he'll talk you down if its too much, and then you accept it. Also," as she slipped out the last part, her foot twirled in place, ratcheting against the floor as her foot escaped her shoe. Pressing her heel into the ground, she rolled her sock so quickly that the maid almost thought her foot to be bare when it left the shoe. Against the backdrop of black carpet, the deep olive color of her skin and the shimmer of black polish appeared like powdery snow. The defeated, black puffball rolled under her seat as the mistress kicked her shoe there as well. "Tickle me right after you say that, maybe throw in an or else. It'll make me look like I'm in danger. I'll do the rest, and then we get paid."
The maid's head whipped around, her jaw dropping as she curtly spit out, "And vai should ve listen to oo!" Grimacing as the last word left her lips she watched as the mistress puckered a smile, slowly turning towards her with a sinister look on her face.
Drawling out each word, the mistress mocked the maid's voice, her voice trailing into her own as she murkily waded through the sentence. " 'irst 'ule? Commit. If oo can't maintain the part don't even bother." Flipping her head towards the driver, she nodded. "Go on then! I've places to be tonight."
Sighing, the maid closed her eyes and rested her head against the backseat, her fingers fumbling at the seat belt she sat on. Gripping the thing, she licked her lips and opened her eyes, speaking simply, "Do eet."
Shrugging, the driver limply reached forward, grasping the rectangular object from her hip. Scratching at his head, he dropped his thick finger and began touching at the glass. "The password is 1234," the mistress said simply. Raising an eyebrow, the maid's head turned from the mistress to the driver as he nodded, punching his finger against the glass several times.
Grasping her dainty ankle with his free hand, he moved the phone back and forward several times and then started speaking in a gruff, monotone voice. "Ah, this is... Uhm. We have your daughter. Give us the money." He then waggled a finger up and down her foot as she her toes wavered, her leg flinching while she frowned, shimmying slightly.
"No, no, no!" She shouted, slapping at his hand with her foot several times. "My goddess you are awful at this! Untie me!" She twisted her shoulders about so that her back faced them while she wiggled her bound wrists at them. The two men sat starring at her, stunned. "Do it NOW!" Jumping in place, the oaf behind her reached beneath the chair, placing his hands on the rope that strapped her wrists together.
Screeching in such a high pitched tone the maid's words flubbered into near nonsense as she flew forward, her shoulders flapping like wings "Vut are oo doing!? Do not untie 'er!"
The young mistress just rolled her eyes and lifted her wrists. "This isn't my first rodeo, honey. Let me show you." The brute looked at the maid, shaking his head as he shrugged and continued untying her. Sniffing loudly, the maid huffed and turned her back to the rest of the crew before turning around again, sniffling twice as the mistress rubbed her wrist then bent down. Grasping the rope, she slithered her arm around the maid's legs. Kicking in place, the maid looked at the brute, then the driver, her mouth wide open as the young mistress weaved the maid's ankles together.
"Vut iz dis! Stop it now!" Flapping her legs, she arched her back, bending her knees and tugging so much that she slid forward in her seat; shadows accentuated the young mistresses biceps as the maid's feet refused to move from the mistress' iron vice.
Picking at the buckle over the top of her right foot, the mistress plucked at the strip of leather, pulling it loose as she slipped the maid's clog, baring her right foot. The mistress's lips coiled at the ends, sinking into her cheeks as she lowered her head while bringing the clog to her nose, running the edge against her upper lip like a cigar as she stared down her prey through her eyelashes.
Spinning her fingers, she twirled the faux-buckler in her palm, silently swiping the edge of its heel against the side of the maid's sole. Squeaking like a mouse, the maid's nose furled upward, her nose and body wrinkling as she scrunched together, tugging her knees upward though her mesmerized feet refused to follow. Raising her hand above her shoulder, the mistress chuckled, dropping the shoe behind her with a mournful plunk.
A whistling wind called from outside, shooing distant puffs of gray from the sky so that the sun's blessing could blast away the blight of shadows that loomed within the van and garage. Shining through the garage and then van windows, the rays shone a spotlight solely on the naked foot the mistress held. Whistling lightly, she turned it in her hand, her eyes twinkling as she lowered her free hand and rubbed at her chin. Bending her neck to the right, then the left, she closed her eyes and pushed at her jaw, cracking her neck before swiftly throwing her head in a circle, scattering her hair lightly. Opening her eyes to coy slits, she stared at the foot, a toxic, ornery light bouncing in those glittering windows.
Anxiousness bubbled at the tip of the maid's nose in the form of a steamy sweat, her cheeks igniting a rubied pink as the mistress continued to swirl the maid's ankle in her hand, savoring the look of her flesh in the light as though it were a well aged glass of wine. For several seconds her eyes expertly flit up and down, appraising and measuring the goods that she held. Her tiny sole shimmered in the light, the edges of its slightly wide flesh tended to a deep pink that spread like a plague across her toes, heel and around the edges of her foot, even bridging across the top of it into the indentations where the buckle had held that shield against her. With a flick of her toes, the light pink color of her polish shimmered on her tiny, well rounded toes. The thin layer of white that ran around her toenails like a rim sparkled like a pearl as the rays of light landed against it. Lifting her head, the mistress scratched at the tip of her nose before turning and yawning, her hand falling and lacerating the foot she held with skillful, ticklish lacings.
The touch was soft and delicate, falling like a painter's brush as the mistresses eyes spun down, focusing on the foot. Her hand reared back, her fingers wiggling independently as they ducked and dove into the maid's flesh. Though the mistress only stuck with the very ends of her fingers, the sinister spell she evoked onto the maid was immediate. Snorting, the maid's knees bucked upwards, her feet falling down towards the floor of the van as she twisted her ankles in unison, her naked sole fleeing behind her still clad foot. Tutting, the mistress pinched at the maid's big toe, plucking it away as the maid's toes spread wildly. Shifting her arm a closer to her body, the mistress's hand spiraled around the maid's ankle, her finger tips fluttering against the sides of the maid's heels.
The maid's torso shook as a pained, broad smile circled her lips upward, her nose and cheeks compressing towards her eyes, thick lines digging trenches to the edges of her head. Of its own volition her tongue rammed into the backs of her teeth, swirling the air that gathered there into a tight, hissing storm of a stcchhhh. The sound wavered with a light chuckle as the mistress's free hand forked downward, her finger tips very lightly scratching around the bottom of her ankle like tiny feathers.
Drawing her hand back, the mistress leaned in, her eyes stabbing through her lashes at the maid. "See, men," she said, her words dropping like cannonballs from a pirate ship sent to hoard tickling from young maidens, "they've this notion that there's only one kind of tickling." Pressing the backs of her nails against the bottoms of the maid's clenched toes, she quickly swiped downward, barely touching the maid's flesh. Slamming her back into the seat, the maid jumped and twisted in place with a mouse like chehehe. "That's not the case is it, my dear maid?"
Pressing against the long slab of skin that sat beneath her toes like a small mound of golden hay, the mistress began rapping her fingers in quick succession as the maid's toes clenched even tighter, wrinkles denouncing their pleas. The toes carried on regardless, leading her feet to point to the right, then the left as they shimmied in place. Leaning in further, the mistress curved her fingers inward so that the very tips of her flesh, just beneath her nails, rushed in with a great sense of urgency. Wiggling her finger tips so lightly that the men didn't realize they moved, the mistress struck there, sifting for the gold that the maid hoarded. With a gasp her eyes burst wide open, her jaw dropping as she began proclaiming a silvery "non!" freckled with light, gasping chuckles that rippled in the air. Tugging her shoulders into her neck, the maid twisted her head, pulling her legs upward. Though the mistress left them fly away, her hands stuck to the woman's ankle and sole like glue, following after them as she leaped upwards. Pulling the maid's feet in front of her face, the mistress landed across the maid's lap, the mistress' knees spread to either side as she laughed merrily.
Drawing the her feet inward, the maid slid back and down into the seat. In an instant the mistress's fingers re-enacted their devilish plan, scurrying delicate lines across the maid's soles. The touch was light and powdery, nearly invisible and so quick that it was gone in an instant. She squeaked out an elaborately bejeweled “hee-hee,” as she shook her hips, flapping her feet helplessly in the woman's iron grasp.
“See,” the mistress said, shaking a strand of hair from her eyes before glancing to the side, “to really make a woman suffer, you start slow over a low flame.” Her eyes spun about as she pinched the maid's heels in her hand, a careful look of evaluation on her glassy eyes. With just the tip of her finger, she tapped at the middle of the maid's sole, a smile forming on the mistress's lips as the maid gasped suddenly and wiggled flicked her toes against one another. The maid twitched and shivered, her muscles convulsing as she drew in a shaky breath. “Then you turn up the heat.”
Biting her lower lip, the mistress set her fingers against the maid's feet and began vibrating her hand, her fingers pressing deeply into her flesh. Closing her eyes and falling onto her side, the maid laughed loudly as she shook her hips, her soft voice mewling out "Veuillez arrêter!" Stretching her neck, she bit into the seat while fasting her hands into the rope at her wrist, her muffled voice crying "Pas plus! Pas plus!" before lilting out a resounding, shriek like "Mer-cii!"
A cold laugh like steel rang through the car as the mistress bent in, raking her nails up the maid's sole. Slowing for a moment, she tilted her nose down and glanced upward over the woman's toes as she spoke out. “Oh, you don't get off that easy..” Pressing her tongue over her upper lip, she drew a spiral up the center of the woman's right foot, punctuating it with stiff, pointed scratches to the tune of “mon. a. mie.” Without reservation she began scraping her nails up and down the woman's feet without abandon while a sadistic light flashed in mistress's eyes. The maid's feet curled together into small, swooping arcs that only sped passage of the mistress's fingers over her skin. Clamping her eyes shut, the little woman rolled back and forth, laughing hysterically while color rushed to her face. Her feet danced back and forth as the mistress commanded, delight glinting off of her eyes.
The driver laughed loudly, clapping his hands as the goon in the back stroked his chin and tilted his head, chuckling as he looked out the car door. A beeping came from the mistresses wrist as she stopped suddenly, gasping as her hands flew her her mouth, covering her lips and the tip of her nose. Rolling around, she thrust her hands behind her and hotly yelled out, "I've got to go. Just, like, start filming, tickle her a bit, then, like, grab my foot and slowly move your hand towards me. I'll do the rest." To her left the maid huffed in air thirstily as she rubbed her cheek against the seat.
Running a hand over top his head, the driver bit his lip as his hair fell back downwards while he fumbled with the phone. Pressing at the glass several times a light blinked from the back of her phone. "Ugh! You idiot! Not pictures, video!" she called out, leaning forward and grabbing her phone. "Just gimme it." Tapping at the tech a few times, she lobbed it into the air and shoved her hands behind her again. "Just press the button in the middle, and hurry up! I've got to go!"
As instructed, the driver pressed at the glass and held the thing up. Reaching forward, he pressed against the top of the maid's ankle, forcing feet to lay on their sides against the floor of the van while he reached around, roughly rattling his fingers against her skin. At once the maid extended her neck, guffawing at the sliding door of the van as she twisted her shoulder into the seat. Slamming her eyes shut, she writhed in place while the mistress began crying out, "Daddy! Daddy! Help, I've been kidnapped!" The thug withdrew from the maid, turning the camera towards the mistress as she grasped the seat buckle behind her, pulling at her arms, her shoulders whipping wildly. Grasping her ankle, he lifted her foot up as she twisted away, the mistress screeching out sharp words that bounced like a boomerang inside of the van. "Nooo! I'm waay too ticklish! Daddy!" At once the mistress fell forward, slamming against the driver's arm, knocking her phone into the ground. Like a whip she shot her arm forward, pressing the circle on the glass, the light on the phone no longer blinking. In a quick motion she thrust the phone into her coat pocket, the edge of her lip twisting upward as she gently patted the outside of her jacket.
Raising her hands, she sorted her hair into a semblance of order. "Alright, good work people." Nodding at the driver, she simply called out, "Take me to forty third street. You do know where that is, right?" Plucking at his nose, the driver looked at the thug behind her. "Now! I'm late!" Huffing, she snatched up her sock and shoe, forcing her foot into them. "You'll get your pay, but I'm taking half. Ah," she gasped, looking down towards the maid. "And you. My room, tonight, 10pm." The mistresses eyes lit up as she fumbled for her phone, touching at it several times, "Aaaccctually, ooh, ahh could youuu... uhm.. Tomorrow, no no." Sucking at her teeth, she clicked her tongue, "Yeah, next Wednesday. Annndd the foyer, actually, not my room." Turning back towards the driver, her eyelids fell to slits as she shouted "Drive already!" Jumping in place, the driver spun around, twisting the key in the ignition as the van sputtered to life, the mistress running her hands around the side of her neck as she fluffed her hair upwards. "I swear, good help is so hard to find."
