Quiet Servitude Pt. 06a1
Keywords: Quiet, Servitude, Pt., 06a1,
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*Author's Notes*
Before reading this story please be aware that that some people would label this work as obscene and pornographic in nature. It contains several themes including transgendered, homosexual and lesbian issues in addition to graphic sexual descriptions.
To make the action flow more freely and the stories light-hearted, I have taken a socially naïve approach and have not included the usual protections that intelligent people would choose such as condoms, birth control and out safeguards against sexually transmitted diseases. Such risky behavior as those exhibited by the characters of this story should not be followed.
If any of these topics make you uncomfortable please look elsewhere.
If this sounds like a story you might find interesting, enjoy.
With the exception of the main character Stacy, after whom I modeled a lot of my own psyche wanting to capture how I would feel in situations developed in the story, all other characters and circumstances are completely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or places is completely coincidental.
*NOTE: This chapter is an alternate ending, which replaces the existing Part 06. This section leaves off following "Quiet Servitude Pt. 05".*
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*Chapter 10 – Wednesday, June 11th – 9:32 p.m.*
Christa stepped into the kitchen and dropped her purse in the nook that acts as a catch-all when we walk into the house.
"Everyone make their flight ma'am?"
She stood there in the shadows staring at me before stepping forward into the soft lights of the kitchen.
"Yes. Everything is running right on time in fact."
"Glad to hear it. Mr. Williams and Ms. Jackson were nice."
"Thank you. It was great to be able to catch up to them. You were a big help in that." She said, but she seemed a million miles away at the time.
We stood face to face now studying each other for a minute before she found something else to say.
"Do I hear water running?"
"Yes ma'am. I thought you might like to take a hot bath."
She walked through the living room without another word and disappeared down the hall. I don't what I was supposed to be experiencing at the moment but several emotions made an appearance. I was mad, sad but mainly confused. Perhaps the departure of her friends has signaled the return to our previous life, one where she seemed to find little joy. I kicked off the lights and made my way to the master bedroom where Christa was already reclining in the hot water, the hint of bubbles hiding all her head and shoulders. Her eyes were closed and she made no move to indicate she knew I was present. I stepped back to the bed and folded her clothes, carefully setting them on the bureau before turning towards the hallway to leave.
"You did well this week Stacy. I've been impressed thus far but you did promise me that I'd have your help through the weekend so I'd like to continue our arrangement until then if that's alright."
I turned back towards the bathroom and could spot her face just above the lip of the tub, her eyes still closed. My silence must have been too long since her eyes flashed in my direction and rising eyebrow indicating that she was expecting an answer to her query. I was chewing on my lip as I pondered my response. I was having fun as Stacy but perhaps she wanted her husband back. I could lose either way so the best course of action was to tell the truth but the words didn't come. My head nodded in agreement and I could feel my turn downwards wondering if I had made the correct choice.
"Excellent. That will be all for tonight. I'll see you in the morning. Please have breakfast ready by nine, I have places to go and people to see tomorrow."
"Yes ma'am." I mumbled, unable to meet her gaze as I turned and left the room, pulling the door closed behind me. I returned to the small bedroom that had become mine, cleaned up and slipped into bed where a fitful sleep awaited me.
*Chapter 11 – Thursday, June 12th – 8:51 a.m. *
I was still in a fog despite a very hot shower. What little sleep I had managed to grab was listless to say the least. Although I received the usual rush as I got back into my role that I would play for the next four days it didn't seem as big as it had in the past. I tried a bowl of Lucky Charms for breakfast but even the sugar failed to give me any energy. Christa strolled up to the counter as I stifled a deep yawn.
"Good morning Stacy."
"Good morning ma'am. I have pancakes this morning and bacon. Would only take a few minutes if want eggs."
"Pancakes are fine, thank you."
She looked up at me for a moment, a flash of the old Christa appearing as quickly as it disappeared again. Her smile faded and her eyes turned to the folded newspaper lying next to her plate which she read in silence as she ate. I was just finishing up when she finally spoke again.
"I have several appointments this morning and I need you to run an errand for me." She said as she flashed those eyes again in my direction. My mouth was hanging slightly, the thought of stepping into public again wearing the crisp uniform filling me with a hearty mix of terror and exhilaration. Christa easily noticed the look I was transmitting despite my attempt to hide it.
"Don't worry." She continued. "I just need you to take some boxes over to Debbie's house for me."
I nodded, somewhat relieved.
"Of course ma'am."
"Thank you Stacy. Breakfast was great." She said as she got to her feet, slipping them into a pair of black, business pumps that matched the professional looking skirt suit that was expertly tailored to her curvaceous frame. Grabbing her hand bag from the nook she turned back, finding me standing in the kitchen.
"Debbie is going to send a driver over with their SUV. The boxes are in the garage. Please make sure they get to Debbie's and see if there is anything else she needs. Help her out if you can." Her eyes, which had been examining something on the floor I couldn't see turned up to meet me for just a second before they turned away and she was gone, the sound of the garage door rumbling into the house. I heard the car start and pull away, the garage door rumbling back into it's closed position. Silence.
Christa hadn't mentioned when Debbie's driver would be around but the doorbell rang thirty minutes later just as I had finished up in the kitchen and made the beds.
"Good morning Ms. Johnson. How are you?"
"I'm fine Hal. Thanks for asking. Here for some boxes I understand?" I asked, amazed at how casual I felt as Stacy. He nodded. "They're in the garage."
He stepped back outside and popped the hatch. I locked the front door, grabbed my purse from the nook where it too had set and stepped into the garage, noticing the half dozen boxes for the first time. The garage rumbled up again, this time with one car missing. Before I could lend a hand the SUV was loaded and Hal was back behind the wheel. With nothing left to do I started the door on it's return trip and stepped outside into the beautiful morning air. The sun was already up and the fog was burning off. It was going to be another warm day I thought as I slid into the passenger seat and we rolled. Hal was of few words as always as we neared the end of the street, prepared to merge into traffic. Apparently Christa's first appointment was at the bank as I spotted her car in the lot, one occupant behind the wheel. We stopped at the light and Hal honked, also spotting Christa's Cadillac. If she heard it, she didn't respond.
The light changed and we were off for the remaining drive over to the Hennessey's. Within minutes we landed at the front of the home which was becoming more familiar with each passing visit.
Hal had the rear hatch open and was unloading the boxes when Debbie stepped out and greeted us.
"Good morning Ms. Hennessey." I said in greeting, the formality sounding strangely familiar.
"Morning Stacy." She replied, the normal spunk replaced with a chilly tone. "Can you take those boxes up to the room you changed in on Monday? When you're done, open up the one on top there" she said, indicating the smallest box in the group.
"Yes ma'am." I said, happy in my heels that the first box wasn't extremely heavy. I slipped inside and up the stairs where I deposited the box on the bed where I had made love to Julie earlier in the week. The thought providing more of a jolt than caffeine or sugar could ever accomplish. By the time I returned to front steps, both Debbie, Hal and the SUV were no where to be found. I snatched up the next box and hauled it to the bedroom, repeating the procedure until all six were neatly stacked on one side of the room. There were still no one about on the second floor of the home so I did as commanded and pulled the heavy duct tape from the smallest box and pulled back the flaps.
I must have stood there for an entire minute as the ramifications began to wash over me in waves. I recognized the first few articles of clothing as Stacy's from my dresser at home. A quick flip through the contents revealed the rest of the box contained even more clothing, my intimate apparel. On top was a simple, white envelope. I took it out held it in my hands for a moment, noting that it couldn't hold more than a simple sheet of paper. When my brain failed to comprehend what the hell could be happening I gave up, hoping instead that the envelope held the answers I was seeking.
My hands were trembling unexpectedly as I slipped a manicured finger inside and drew it through with nothing resembling lady-like fashion. As expected, it held a simple sheet of white paper, neatly scribbled words I recognized as Christa's writing.
"Dear Stacy,"
" I didn't tell you before but after catching up with Julie and Terry it was clear that a week wasn't going to be enough to satisfy my needs. We talked it over a couple of nights ago and Julie invited me to visit her place. Debbie said her regular housekeeper would be a way for the next two weeks and that she would keep you out of trouble and put Stacy to good work so behave and take care of anything she needs as any good employee would do for their employer and I'll be back in a few days.
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Keywords: Quiet, Servitude, Pt., 06a1,