China Maid Chapter 4

The next gift was from Delfina.
	Jocelyn couldn't contain her excitement when she had unwrapped the box, surprising her guests with an uncharacteristic outburst.
	"OH MY GOD, YOU GOT IN THE BETA?!" Jocelyn exclaimed, looking at Delfina with a sense of awe. Alice looked at Delfina's haughty smile, knowing instantly that hers was the best gift so far.
	Jocelyn showed the box's contents to her guests hastily as she unboxed the present. There were several gold accupuncture needles, each with a larger spherical pinhead on the top. There was also a smartphone-looking object, made of rosegold with an infinite display screen on its front. Finally, there was a thick textbook titled "Heaven's Gate" authored by someone with an M.D., and its cover had a photo of a smiling Asian girl lying on her stomach as a pretty attendant carefully studied her back.
	Alice wasn't sure what to write in Jocelyn's guest log, but she didn't dare to ask what it was. Thankfully, one of the other guests asked instead.
	"This is the Heaven's Gate beta test," Jocelyn explained, holding the book up like it was the answer to all her prayers.
	"It's like, a way of getting high without using drugs," Jocelyn went on. "Scientists have studied the body and combined neurology, nanotechnology and accupuncture to create a state of like, rapture within our bodies."
	"More than that!" Delfina jumped in, "it's even healthy for your body. It lengthens telomeres, which are the chromosomal structures that cause aging as they shorten."
	Alice looked at Delfina with a new admiration, tinged with jealousy at the girl's amazing body and especially her boobs. She had always considered the brunette to be vapid and shallow, but now she was beginning to doubt that impression.
	"It improves focus, memory, and decision-making skills," Delfina continued. "It changes the skin's pH to be closer to neutral, so you don't have to worry about dry or oily skin. And so much more, it's like being a superhero!"
	The guests were clearly amazed – some even doubtful --  that these little needles could do all that.
	Alice saw a meaningful look pass between Jocelyn and Delfina – was it appreciation or something more? She wanted to doubt all of Delfina's claims, but somehow she suspected that this was all true. Jocelyn handed the book over to Farrah, who immediately began leafing through it as Jocelyn ran to Delfina to embrace her amazonian friend. Delfina spread her hands across Jocelyn's back to pull the girl closer to herself, their size covering a considerably portion of the Asian girl's exposed back. The hug lasted for quite some time. Meanwhile the guests were murmering about the Heaven's Gate and wondering aloud if and when they could try it.
	The final gift came from Miss Zuang, and it was pretty much the exclamation point on an otherwise fantastic day.
	Jocelyn opened the tiny box and pulled out a key to a Mercedes Maybach. Her eyes widened and she practically sprinted downstairs barefoot to see the beautiful car parked in front of the spa, where a few passerbys were admiring it already. It was white with tinted windows and walnut panneling, and Alice heard one of the guests price it at $200,000 or more.
	"THANK YOU MOM!!!" Jocelyn cried out, her face a mask of ecstacy. She gave her mother a hug and a kiss on the cheek before scurrying into the car and waving goodbye to the guests. Delfina climbed into the passenger's seat and the car roared to life, whisking the two privileged girls away to whatever their next pleasure was.
	Although it was kind of rude for Jocelyn to bail on her guests, no one faulted her for wanting to try out her new gift. Alice and Farrah were quite busy for the next half hour, helping guests gather their belongings on the way out. Alice was deeply offended when Darien didn't even look at her as she handed him a towel, he was so focused on Norah. As though to rub Alice's face in it, Norah had Alice help her on with her sandals, and carry her purse to her car. She walked a few steps behind Norah and Darien carrying their things, and it was a punch in her gut when he wrapped his arm around the girl's tiny waist.
	Ciara, Anna and Julia left without even saying goodbye to Alice, which somehow felt worse than if they had joked about her on the way out. Thankfully, the spa had its own cleanup crew so Alice and Farrah only had to load Jocelyn's gifts into the car on their way out. Both Jocelyn and Delfina had left their shoes behind, so Alice had to carry Jocelyn's flip flops and Delfina's ankle boots to the car knowing that Delfina would have loved to watch her do so.
	On the car ride home, Farrah gave Alice feedback on her performance.
	"You need to smile more," Farrah said plainly. "There were times today where you looked stressed or like you were embarassed to be asked to do something. That attitude is not acceptable. It is expected that you be happy to do anything, even the most humble task."
	Alice flinched at Farrah's criticism. Was she really so obvious in how she felt about the job? And was she expected to wait on people hand and foot, happy to help them--
	"Like when Miss Norah asked you for help with her shoes," Farrah said. "You looked like you were annoyed that she would ask you to do such a thing. And you were obviously were jealous of her and Mr. Darien getting along together. As a maid, it is inappropriate for you to flirt with men while working, even if you have a history with them."
	Alice felt Farrah's words assault her sense of self. She was deliberately supposed to act beneath the same classmates she had been trying to impress for the past six years?
	"If Miss Norah had asked you to run to the store to buy condoms for her and Mr. Darien, it is expected that you smile, curtsey, and ask her if she prefers any specific brand," Farrah finished. Alice grimaced, hoping that Farrah would be too distracted by the road to notice. She couldn't help but imagine Norah and Darien making out in a car somewhere, or maybe worse. In spite of her best efforts, she couldn't imagine herself in Norah's position.
	"Miss Jocelyn went easy on you today since she was in a good mood, it is your first day, and it is her birthday. But going forward, you must improve your atititude. Especially around Miss Zuang, who is very particular about what she likes. Our Mistresses will give you some time to pick up on skills, but they will not tolerate a bad attitude."
	Alice felt a strain in her temples, and rubbed the side of her face with some force. For some reason, Farrah's comments were really cutting into her. It may have been that she had eaten barely anything all day, so busy she was with working.
	"See? Like now!" Farrah said, with a bright smile on her face. Her teeth were white and perfectly straight.
	"I give you a little feedback and you act like a sick little puppy I just kicked. Come on, Alice, I am not THAT awful!" Farrah joked, reaching across the car to poke Alice in the ribs playfully.
	Alice laughed.
	"Okay, maybe I'm taking myself a little too seriously," Alice admitted. She slipped off her high heels and tried to massage some sensation back into her tired, nyloned feet.
	"Do these heels ever get any easier to wear?" Alice asked.
	"Unfortunately not," Farrah confessed. Her refined accent transported Alice to some upscale resort in an unknown country.
	"In fact," Farrah added, "the Zuang family requires that their servants' uniforms are immaculate. So there are many pairs of stilettos that you will rotate between – you will practically always be wearing a new pair of shoes. You will not have a chance to 'break in' the heels."
	Alice did her best not to groan. Her feet pained her already, and she dreaded the idea of subjecting them to more weeks of unyielding leather. How did Farrah put up with all of this?
	Before long they were back at the Zuang's mansion. Alice saw the Maybach parked in the driveway, and silently pondered its price. If they spent $200,000 on a luxury car without blinking, was it really so much to spend about $8,000 to bring Alice to China? She had the nagging feeling of being cheaply bought, but she slipped her high heels back and started to help Farrah move all the presents inside.
	Jocelyn and Delfina were sitting on a leather couch in the living room watching some silly reality TV show. Naturally, they did not offer to help as Farrah and Alice took several trips to load Jocelyn's presents into the house.
	"Go and ask if they would like a drink," Farrah nudged Alice. Alice approached the two girls, who had changed into leisurewear and were sprawled comfortably on the sofa.
	"Greetings ma'am. Would Miss Delfina or Miss Jocelyn like a drink?" Alice asked, curtseying. Delfina had her usual smirk, and Jocelyn looked bored.
	"No, you can straighten out my room now," Jocelyn responded, brushing Alice off.
	"With your pardon, Miss Jocelyn," Alice curtseyed and headed towards the stairs.
	"Wait, Alice," Farrah called out when she saw her passing by.
	"It is time for Miss Zuang's daily foot massage. You can follow me and I will show you the correct procedure."
	Alice put on her best smile, and followed Farrah to the lounge where Miss Zuang was sitting on an overstuffed black leather chair, chatting away on the phone. She smiled when she saw Alice and Farrah enter the room, and pointed one manicured finger to the floor in front of her feet, never breaking from her conversation in Mandarin.
	Miss Zuang was wearing a stylish black dress, cut off at mid-thigh. Like the maids, she had on black stockings held up by a garter belt, although her own garter belt had only a few straps on each leg. She was wearing a pair of rosegold high heels, and Alice observed that her legs were shapely and toned. Her long black hair was pulled into a pony tail, which made her natural beauty seem more severe. She had pale skin and eyebrows that were shaped in a sharp way Alice that found a little intimidating, like she was a wicked queen. Her eyeliner and makeup was perfectly applied – obviously Farrah's work.
	Farrah pulled over an ottoman that was set with the height of Miss Zuang's seat. She narrated each step in a quiet voice, so as not to interrupt Miss Zuang's phone call.
	"We first help Miss Zuang by putting her feet on the ottoman," Farrah said, lifting each of the woman's legs and resting them carefully on the plush footrest. Then Farrah knelt in front of the footrest, facing her rich employer.
	"Next, we gently remove the high heels from Ms. Zuang's tired feet," Farrah explained, lovingly easing off Miss Zuang's high heels. Alice observed that Farrah gently ran her fingers over Miss Zuang's soles at every opportunity, which made the Chinese beauty smile.
	"Then, we look to Miss Zuang for permission to remove the stockings from her legs," Farrah whispered. She placed one hand on each of Miss Zuang's stockinged feet and knelt, silently looking at the older woman. Miss Zuang continued her conversation for a little while longer, before looking down at Farrah and nodding.
	"We remove Miss Zuang's stockings by undoing each the clasps, then slowly rolling them down the length of her legs," Farrah stated, slowly reaching to the woman's upper thigh to the top of her stockings.
	With deft hands, Farrah undid each of the clasps on the rich woman's stockings. Alice couldn't help but notice the intimacy of this act, which Miss Zuang seemed to take for granted. Naturally, Farrah was smiling the entire time.
	Farrah, with painstaking care, slowly rolled one of Miss Zuang's stockings down her thighs, past her knees, then finally past her ankles and off of her feet. Alice watched Farrah's hands with admiration: the girl used several small feather touches, gently stroking different sides of Miss Zuang's legs and feet in a way that looked feathery and delightful. She could see Miss Zuang relax her shoulders and sink into the chair as Farrah repeated the motion on her other leg.
	"Next, we observe Miss Zuang's feet. We must look at every centimeter, making mental notes for our Mistress's next pedicure. Use each of your senses: touch and vision especially. Our employer wisely believes that the health of the body is reflected in the feet, so our job as her foot maiden is very important."
	Farrah gently and dutifully examined every part of Miss Zuang's feet, who clearly enjoyed the treatment. Alice thought that Farrah looked like a safecracker or a person at worship as she caressed, observed, and venerated Miss Zuang's toes and soles for quite some time. Her face was mere inches from Miss Zuang's feet, which Alice guessed to be a size 5. They looked exfoliated, clean, and a little pink from being in her shoes and stockings all day. Farrah always moved her own head to examine Miss Zuang's feet more closely, never dared to move the woman's feet.
	"With that done, we may begin a foot massage for our Mistress. Here is the proper position to take," Farrah said, putting some essential oils on her hands and rubbing them together before assuming her spot.
	Kneeling especially low, Farrah leaned her entire torso forward towards Miss Zuang's feet. Her face was level with the woman's soles, just a couple of inches away from them. Alice guessed that all Farrah could see was the woman's feet. It looked utterly uncomfortable for Farrah, with most of her weight on her knees and her back contorted but Miss Zuang kept a lazy smile on her face, unmoved by her servant's discomfort. Alice at least noticed that Farrah had slipped off her own high heels at one point, so she could put some of her weight onto her feet.
	With total reverence, Farrah caressed the rich Chinese woman's bare feet. Alice saw that Farrah knew all different styles of strokes: kneading the woman's soles with her thumb, applying specific pressure to her toes, and stretching and contracting her muscles in a lovely way. Farrah's hands were those of an artist, imaginatively bringing pleasure to her rich employer's feet in countless ways. Farrah seemed to use aspects of reflexology, Swedish massage, and deep tissue massage on Miss Zuang, using her knuckles, palms, and fingertips on every part of the woman's feet and legs.
	Her Mistress's feet fluorished under the treatment. Miss Zuang's muscles appeared soft and completely at ease as Farrah worked them over. There wasn't a single scar or imperfection that Alice could see --  clearly Miss Zuang cared deeply about their appearance. Was it a cultural thing?
	Alice guessed nearly twent minutes to pass: her feet in increasing pain for standing still for such a long time. Considering that her only break was the short car ride over here, and mentally comparing her own condition to the royal treatment her employer was receiving, Alice was fiercely aware of the dull ache in her heels and around her toes.
	Miss Zuang pulled back the foot that Farrah was holding, which was apparently the signal for Farrah to massage her other one. Her toes were painted black, contrasting sharply with her fair skin.
	"Miss Zuang will always set the duration of the massage. We must continue her treatment until she dismisses us," Farrah explained as Miss Zuang settled in her chair. After another twenty minutes or so, Miss Zuang withdrew her foot, bending her knees and resting both feet on the ottoman.
	"Our Mistress will demonstrate how she signals the end of her massage," Farrah said quickly, and then the beautiful Chinese woman raised her right foot and placed it on Farrah's mouth!
	Miss Zuang placed the ball of her foot on the young Middle Eastern girl's lips, which Alice swore were puckered, and used it to slowly turn Farrah's head away. Farrah accepted the woman's pushing her head, but Alice was deeply impressed by her employer's boldness! Alice's mind raced as she imagined herself kneeling before Miss Zuang as the woman raised her foot to her own pretty mouth. Part of her was offended, but part of her wondered if it would be so bad to kiss this rich, beautiful woman's feet. I mean, she did have really nice feet and she was giving Alice a free trip to China...
	Farrah rose to her feet, whispered "with your pardon, ma'am" and Miss Zuang nodded. The girl picked up Miss Zuang's nylons and her high heels, and motioned for Alice to come with her. Alice curtseyed and asked to be dismissed, and followed Farrah out. Alice saw that Farrah carried the clothing as though they were priceless jewels, and considering their price maybe they were!
	But that wasn't the end of it.
	Miss Zuang covered her phone and called something in Chinese to Farrah, who motioned for Alice to stop.
	"Miss Zuang has pointed out that your seams aren't straight. Here, hold still and I will fix them for you," Farrah said, setting the high heels down.
	Alice swallowed as Farrah took a few quick steps behind her.
	"I'm sure I can--" Alice started to say, unsure if she wanted Farrah messing with the straps that rested mere inches from her privacy.
	Farrah just laughed, and Alice could feel the warmth of the girl's breath against her neck. It sent involuntary goosebumps down her spine.
	"Don't be so self-conscious! Americans are always so ashamed of their bodies," Farrah commented, reaching beneath Alice's skirt to undo the many straps that connected the girl's garter belt to her stockings.
	"Don't slouch," Farrah reprimanded Alice as her deft fingers worked around each metallic nub. Alice reflexively stood up as straight as an arrow, hoping that it would increase the distance between Farrah's hands and her own vulnerable sex. Her throat tightened as she felt Farrah's knuckles brush against her pubic hair, but the exotic beauty seemed more focused on the task at hand.
	Alice couldn't even turn around to see if Miss Zuang was looking, but she spend most of her time thinking about the loving nature of Farrah's care. Farrah's touch made her feel jittery, excited and very nervous. Is this what it felt like to hook up? As Farrah switched legs, Alice reflected that she had never allowed a boy to do as much to her.
	Alice felt like she had just passed by a milestone in her life so quickly she couldn't even appreciate it as Farrah did the last of her clasps and squeezed her waist in a reassuring way.
	"Better," Farrah said, picking up Miss Zuang's heels and stockings then motioning Alice to follow her once again. On the walk up to the room, Alice saw that Farrah's own seams were perfectly straight – how did she manage to be so perfect?
	They took the clothes straight up to Miss Zuang's room, which was much more organized than her daughter's. Her bed was enormous, with a canopy above that dominated the entire room. The furniture was all of the highest craftsmanship, from her massive dresser to the white loveseat against one wall. Another ottoman was placed near the loveseat, and Alice wondered how many mornings Farrah had massaged Miss Zuang's feet there. She guessed that was her responsibility now too, and hoped she would do alright. Farrah gently placed Miss Zuang's stockings into a bamboo hamper, and took the woman's shoes into a walk-in closet.
	Miss Zuang's closet was breathtaking – a walk-in space with soft lighting and all of the best designer brands. She had evening dresses from Valentino and other famous designers, and an entire wall dedicated to shoes! Alice marvelled at the woman's astounding collection: she obviously preferred simple black heels (often with red bottoms) but had more adventurous platform sandals, gladiator sandals, hiking boots and designer running shoes. It boggled Alice's mind to see so much wealth concentrated here. What did the Zuangs even do for money?
	"Everyone has eaten already, so we will now go to see if Miss Jocelyn and Miss Delfina would like anything," Farrah said, moving down to the living room.
	"You will be the one who asks them what they want, to get practice," Farrah remarked on the way.
	Alice gulped. She didn't like the idea of serving Delfina in this more private situation – the entire day it felt like Delfina was calculating the things she could do to Alice now that she was just a maid. Immediately, she shook her head. She wasn't 'just a maid,' she was working temporarily as a maid for a trip to China. When all this was over, she would return to being equals with her classmates.
	Alice and Farrah arrived into the Zuang's spacious living room to see Jocelyn and Delfina cuddling on the couch. Delfina was sitting up with one arm draped over the back of the sofa, and her other was playing with Jocelyn's hair as the girl rested her head in her lap. Delfina had changed into her usual yoga pants and a tank top, while Jocelyn was wearing short shorts and a plain t-shirt. Jocelyn didn't even look up from the T.V. at the girls, but Delfina glanced over to Alice as though she didn't want to miss a single curtsey.
	"Greetings ma'am." Alice said, curtseying low. "Is there anything you would like?"
	"Faraaah," Jocelyn cooed, "come play with my feet!"
	Farah walked to the sofa and took a seat at Jocelyn's feet, but Alice found her positioning somewhat unexpected. Farrah had sat on the sofa facing Jocelyn, and her legs were spread enough that both of Jocelyn's feet could fit between them. It was on of the few times Alice had seen Farrah remove her own high heels. As soon as Farrah had sat down, she began gently caressing Jocelyn's toes as the Chinese girl rubber her other foot on different parts of Farrah's legs.
	"I guess that means you're with me, Alice," Delfina gloated, looking Alice over like she was a piece of meat.
	Alice didn't want to know the ideas that were going through the cruel girl's mind.
	"Alice," Delfina ordered, "go to the kitchen and cut up a pineapple and honeydew into little bite-size pieces to make us a fruit plate. Then put some other fruits on the plate: orange slices, strawberries, whatever's in the kitchen. Load up a plate and bring it back here for us,"
	Alice curtseyed and said, "Yes, Miss Delfina," instantly feeling like a fool for her compliance. The tone Delfina used with her left no mistake in the way she viewed Alice: as a menial.
	She went to the kitchen and prepared a fruit tray, cutting up all the pieces of fruit that needed it and putting the waste into the Zuang's compost bin. After a few minutes, she returned with the tray and presented it to Delfina.
	"Great!" Delfina cheered, bringing her hands together.
	"Now, I know you haven't really eaten much today and since I'm such a benevolent ruler," Delfina explained, melodromatically putting her hand to her chest in a show of generosity, "I will share this food with a mere maid like yourself. Just kneel right there and hold the tray for me so it doesn't spill."
	Delfina pointed at the ground near the foot of the sofa. She gave Alice a challenging look, as though to see if the girl would obey such a demeaning request. Alice, remembering Farrah's rebukes, only smiled and knelt before her former nemesis. She presented the tray to the girl, feeling like a slave grovelling before her queen.
	Delfina's smile widened as Alice knelt before her, but she had worse surprises in store.
	The brunette girl picked up a single piece of pineapple and bit it in half in a rather slow and suggestive way, rubbing her lips liberally over the uneaten part. Then, she took the half-bitten piece of pineapple and held it in front of Alice for her to eat!
	The poor girl's mind raced – she was incredibly hungry and the food looked amazing. But how dare Delfina try to feed her in such a humiliating fashion! Did she dare correct the girl and ask for an uneaten piece?
	Delfina gave Alice a deliberate look, as though testing the boundaries of their new relationship. Finally, Alice gave in and took the pineapple from Delfina's hand. She had to exted her lips beyond the fruit before Delfina would release it, which only furthered her degradation. Delfina flashed a triumphant smile, her eyes widening in disbelief.
	But Alice's submission only seemed to embolden the spoiled girl.
	"Wait, Alice," Delfina said as Alice chewed up the pineapple chunk, "I kind of have OCD about my hands. I need them to be clean when I'm picking up a different piece of food. And you didn't bring any napkins, so can you just clean them for me?"
	Alice's heart skipped a beat. She was already being fed like she was a dog begging for scraps, and now Delfina wanted her to clean her hands on top of it?
	"Yes, Miss Delfina," Alice responded, unsure of how she expected her to do this when her hands were full with the tray. She began to set it down, but Delfina stopped her.
	"Great, open your mouth," Delfina said. This time, Alice's eyes widened as Delfina stuck her index finger into the girl's pouty mouth.
	It was an unmistakeable gesture of dominance, and Delfina was careful to make eye contact with Alice as the girl ran her tongue over her finger instinctively. It felt firm, and tasted sweet and tangy from the little pineapple juice that had gotten on it.
	"Suck on it too, Alice! I can't have even a tiny bit on my hands or it'll freak me out," Delfina commanded.
	At this point, Alice was utterly cowed. She closed her full lips around Delfina's finger and sucked it for a brief time. Having this firm, wet object in her mouth stirred something deep in Alice's mind that she couldn't exactly understand. She didn't even receive a thanks, Delfina just put her thumb in Alice's mouth to be cleaned the same way.
	After her initial shock, Alice grew accustomed to this strange ritual. The fruit tasted so good, and she was so hungry, that she didn't really think about the absurdity of eating it from another girl's hands. On some level, it made her feel provided for and secure, although she didn't really want to explore this part of herself. But it was at this moment that Delfina had solidified their new relationship: they were no longer rivals, just a mistress and her maid. It helped that neither Jocelyn nor Farrah made a big deal about it, so she could just enjoy the fruit even if it came with the unwanted price of licking Delfina's hands clean.
	A few times, Delfina held out a fruit in her open palm, with the clear implication that Alice was to eat it from there. Alice cursed herself for going along with it, although her shame was mixed with a strange pleasure.
	Different thoughts ran through Alice's mind as she ate from this tall brunette girl's hands. The pale blonde girl's cheeks were red with humiliation, which Delfina seemed to savor. Yet the longer Alice knelt in front of the girl, the more she admired Delfina's beauty (especially those amazing breasts Alice coveted so much!) and her her natural authoritativeness. Her complexion was perfect, and her hands were incredibly graceful with their long, narrow fingers. About halfway through the fruit, Alice could no longer deny that she enjoyed this sort of treatment, but she found the thought dark and forbidding.
	Alice suppressed a scowl when the last piece of fruit was gone, instead getting to her feet to take the tray away. She curtseyed and asked to be dismissed to clear it off.
	In the kitchen, after she dryed the tray and set it into the pantry she looked around to see if there was anyone else in the room. Confirming she was alone, Alice slipped one hand beneath her skirt to explore her newly aching sex. When she touched herself, something between a gasp and a moan got caught in her throat. Really it was only confirming what she suspected already, but the sensation stunned the naive blonde girl nonetheless.
	She was completely wet.