Gemini Triad: Prologue
Keywords: Prologue, Triad:, Gemini,
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"Author"s acknowledgement and a short note… a plea, actually:
First and foremost, I want to thank the Lit members who cast their votes and made Chapter 2 of Bigger Bites of Taboo Apples the Interracial Story of the Year. This is an honor I never expected to come my way when I first began posting my humble offerings.
Even more, I want to personally thank all of my readers who voted and made it Story of the Month for December, which put me in the running for Story of The Year in the first place. Without you, I (in fact all writers here at Literotica) would just be another hack writer in search of approval. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Secondly, I"m taking a real flyer here, submitting something "just a little outside" the confines of my customary offerings, which have all been in the Interracial Love category… so far. So, please, help me out here with some feedback on this opening prologue. "
Prologue:
Gemini deposited her suitcase on the bed and appraised her new quarters.
The polished mahogany furnishings; the furniture"s upholstery, the drapes, even the flocked wallpaper all in intricate weaves and patterns of pale yellows and tangerine, ivory and rose, peach and coral, dusty mauve and a soft robin"s egg blue made this bright and airy bedroom/sitting room a pleasing sight for sore eyes. Even more pleasing was the fact that just this half of her quarters was easily three times larger than the "clothes closet" she had spent the night before in. This bedroom"s queen-size, four-poster bed alone would have left her with no room in which to move around last night.
Gemini snickered. With this bed she was standing alongside in the previous night"s dinky, low-rent motel room, she would have had to remove the door to the miniscule bathroom in order to pee… without standing, something she only did if it was requested of her.
With the entire east wall of the bedroom, as well as the high ceiling above her head, both being mirrored wall-to wall, her room appeared three times as… as roomy as it actually was, which was very comfortably roomy indeed. Through a partially open door on the other side of the bed, she glimpsed the cavernous expanse of a large walk-in closet. What was in the rest of her luggage—which was still outside in the trunk and on backseat of her car—wouldn"t fill even half of one of its hang bars. Added to this, she was going to have to do some serious shopping in order to fill even one of her bedroom"s two long mahogany dressers.
Like a delighted little girl, Gemini pirouetted several times, catching fleeting glimpses and flashing images of her new surroundings. Oh, yes, this spacious bedroom/sitting room was far more to her liking.
She stopped and looked across the room. At a right angle to an overstuffed couch (the back of which was the demarcation line between the bedroom half and the sitting room portion of her new quarters) there was a comfortable-looking recliner with an end table and reading lamp beside it. A large roll top computer desk—with a state-of-the-art computer already setup on it—sat across from this intimate grouping and a wide-screen plasma TV hung at eye level on the wall. All the amenities a personal assistant could want, or really needed in order to comfortably wile away her leisure hours.
From the amount of late afternoon light pouring through the peach-colored, floor to ceiling drapes, almost the entire west wall of her sitting room was, apparently, glass. She walked over, opened the drapes and found herself looking out at a low-walled garden terrace, lush with ferns and potted trees. Scattered about the terrace were numerous chase lounges, chairs and umbrella tables. Across this third floor garden terrace from her quarters was another glass wall. Another bedroom apartment, similar to her own?
Wandering around her private quarters, idly tapping her manicured fingernails on the brand new computer"s previously untouched keys, running her fingertips across the glass-smooth surface of her highly polished mahogany coffee table, caressing the velvety-soft velour of her couch with her delicate hands, Gemini decided she was going to like it here… very much. She just hoped her new employers liked her half as much as she was in love with this simply "to die for" apartment.
Stepping through a glass-beaded archway, she entered her bathroom. It was all creamy marble and the plumbing fixtures were a glistening gold. She hiked up her short skirt, pulled down her filmy silk panties and sat on the toilet. A step-up garden tub, a glassed-in shower stall, twin sinks set into an expansive antique marble counter, the marble toilet she was presently peeing into and a matching bidet along side it. What more could a girl possibly want in a private apartment?
Using a couple of folds of toilet tissue to pat herself dry, Gemini flushed the toilet and snugged her panties up tight. She caressed the front of her panties tenderly and whispered, "I think we"re going to like here, little girl. Very, very much."
She stood in the archway and surveyed her own room once more. A beautiful garden terrace right outside the sliding doors of her tastefully decorated and luxuriously furnished sitting room, a provocatively feminine bedroom, an elegantly expensive bath… This whole setup was not only a bit… overwhelming; she was being quite well paid to occupy it.
This private apartment was more than she could have ever dreamed possible growing up in the dirty, poverty-ridden slums of Macau. She would never go back to that. Never! She would make her new employers like her; she would make herself invaluable to them… regardless of what it took. She had done degrading things just to stay alive; she could do even more degrading things—if that"s what it took—to live like this for the rest of her life.
All she had to do was keep a small "personal" secret from her employers and she would be home free. She would do it. In order to continue living here, in the lap of wealthy, civilized comfort, she would have to.
*
Early that evening, Gemini was asked to draw a hot bath for her employer. "Then go tell Domino to join me?" the woman added.
"Yes, Solitaire," Gemini answered and hurried upstairs to draw her employer"s bath.
As her personal assistant—and apparently her personal maid, too—Solitaire was the person Gemini was directly responsible to and Domino was her daughter. The master of this sprawling, three-story Victorian/Tudor/Medieval mansion (whom Gemini had yet to meet face to face) vocally sounding Caucasian and Solitaire being a ravishing, milky-skinned redhead, Domino—being a caramel-colored beauty in her early-twenties—had to be from a previous mixed race marriage, or an illicit affair.
But these two things—addressing her employer by her first name (not ma"am or madam, but being instructed to keep their relationship on a first name basis) and the mixed race of Solitaire"s daughter—weren"t the only "strange" things about this house. The ghostly, breathless voice over the intercom (all Gemini had, so far, been exposed to regarding the master of the house) sounded to be as old as Methuselah and that Solitaire herself couldn"t be more than in her late thirties were a couple more oddities. It was all very strange, but Gemini didn"t feel the least bit uncomfortable about any of it.
In fact, Gemini found Solitaire to be a very alluring woman. And Solitaire"s daughter, Domino? That young lady was one sweet little chocolate chip.
The hot water running into Solitaire"s huge garden tub, Gemini hurried up the west staircase to the third floor and knocked on the door to the private quarters she had seen across the garden terrace from her own. "It"s unlocked," a melodic voice called out from inside. Gemini opened the door. Domino was lying across her bed, reading. "Solitaire wants you to join her, Domino," she croaked with a dry throat. The girl was wearing only a pair of black panties. The crotch of those skimpy panties being snugged up between the girl"s dusky asscheeks, the taunt mounds of her youthful buttocks were clearly defined beneath the straining satin material.
"In her bath, I presume," Domino inquired, without looking up from her book.
Gemini had to force her eyes away from the girl"s alluring buttocks. "I assume so."
"Tell her I"ll be down in a couple of minutes." Domino lifted her pretty face, smiled, and blew a kiss across the room. "And that"s for you, Gemini."
Gemini shakily closed the door and exhaled a sigh of relief as she rushed down the stairs. She had gotten out of there none to soon. The front of her panties was moist from simply gazing at her employer"s daughter"s seductively pantied ass. On top of that, Solitaire had requested that her daughter join her in her private bath. Could it be that her alluring employer and her employer"s delectable cocoa-complexted daughter were both lesbians?
Gemini was herself a lesbian… but in a decidedly "different" sort of way.
Solitaire was already reclining in the tub when Gemini got back. The tub was mounded high with fragrant soap bubbles, so she couldn"t she the lower extremities of woman"s body, but what she could see was breathtaking… a beautiful pair of mature, rose-capped breasts, their pinkie-size nipples engorged with hot blood, and soooo invitingly mouth-watering. Solitaire took one of her hard nipples between her thumb and forefinger. "Like them, Gemini?" She tweaked and worked the nipple like she was masturbating a small cock. "They always get like this whenever I"m naked."
Gemini felt the telltale twinge inside her panties and almost groaned aloud. "Please," she pleaded under her breath. "Please… Oh, please, God, please don"t let my little secret be exposed to the lady of the house. Please!"
Domino came into the bathroom, still attired only in her skimpy panties. No more than 5"6", 110 pounds—at the most, Solitaire"s mocha-skinned mulatto daughter was what any man or boy (or same-sex-oriented girl, for that matter) in his (or her) right mind should be wet-dreaming about on a nightly basis.
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Keywords: Prologue, Triad:, Gemini,