China Maid, Chapter 11

Alice walked up the Zuang's driveway and it seemed like such a long walk for some reason. The sight of the house put her at ease, though, especially after that troubling rideshare. Alice was excited to be back in the swing of things at the Zuang residence and she smiled at the idea of seeing Farrah again. What sorts of things would today bring the young friends?
	She came in through the front and went to find Farrah to see what jobs they had today. The girl was upstairs with Jocelyn and they were reading books on her bed. Well, Farrah had a book and Jocelyn had a small fashion magazine printed in Chinese. Alice smiled as she walked in – it was nice to see Farrah having some leisure time. Jocelyn was resting her bare feet on the girl's back, and was seated only a few feet away so that her legs were bent, knees up in the air. Farrah gave Alice a wonderful smile as she walked in and closed her book. Alice felt a warmth in her tummy.
	Jocelyn was only wearing tiny black underwear and a tight green hoodie. She didn't have any makeup on and her hair was dissheveled like she just woke up even though it was 3 PM. Alice thought it was a good look for her – millions of girls would kill to be as gorgeous straight out of bed.
	Alice curtseyed.
	"Greetings, ma'am," Alice murmured.
	"Farrah! You have to shave Alice now!" Jocelyn called out in her vocal fry.
	Jocelyn toppled her body over to one side in a comically exaggerated way, then rolled up her fashion magazine and started hitting Farrah with it playfully.
	Farrah giggled, and nearly sprang to her feet, telling Alice to follow her to their room. She was reading a book about pre-Islamic mythology.
	"Shaving is one of my favorite jobs," Farrah told Alice, showing more enthusiasm than Alice had ever seen before. She was even humming as she gathered the supplies!
	It dawned on Alice that she had grown fond of this tiny room – it was a private sanctuary for the two girls. She would be surprised if Delfina or the Zuangs had ever set foot in here, and why would they? It was small, certainly, but Alice began to think of the room as hers with all the attachments and baggage that develop when someone owns something. Farrah had gathered the supplies quickly, apparently to take back to Jocelyn's room.
	"I am an expert at this!" Farrah boasted, holding up a folding straight razor for Alice to inspect. The blonde girl widened her eyes and swallowed. It was made of lethally sharp surgical steel and polished to a mirror sheen.
	Alice was sad to leave the room, wishing that she and Farrah could do something private together. She daydreamed about last night's delights as they went upstairs and into the massive bathroom Jocelyn had attached to her room.
	"Let's just shave now, then you two can wax later." Jocelyn told them on their way in. She had one hand unabashedly in her dainty little panties – was she checking if she needed to shave or something else?
	Alice couldn't stay and watch.
	She had cleaned Jocelyn's bathroom before and really looked forward to having a bath there. It had an enormous tub, more like a hot spring that could seat 6-8 girls easily. It was made almost entirely of white marble and had little benches where a girl could sit half in, half out of the water. Most impressively, it had the added feature of steam that billowed out from grates in the wall that would keep a girl warm even if she stepped out of the bath. There was also a place where water fell from the ceiling like a warm, steady rain. A girl could wash her hair as slowly as she pleased beneath that stream, her body kept at the perfect temperature all the while.
	The tub filled with hot water before the girls had even finished taking off all their clothes. Alice dimly registered that it happened really quickly, but she was more focused on watching Farrah undress.
	The exotic beauty had an interesting way of disrobing. She moved her fingers at a slow, deliberate pace as she unbuttoned her maid's tunic. Unhurried, she undid all of the many clasps that attached her garter to her stockings. She made lots of eye contact with Alice, and her movement was languid and appealing. The way she shimmied her hips to drop down her skirt was especially cute. There was the faint glimmer of something silver between Farrah's nether lips right at the topmost crest, but Alice couldn't quite make it out. It appeared like a tiny shield.
	After Farrah had removed her bra, Alice looked at her boobs. They were so much like her own: perky but small with proud little nipples that were puffy all the time. Soon Alice's own breasts were out too and she savored the sensation of hot, steamy air against her sensitive nubs. On the few occasions she masturbated before, she would sometimes direct the shower spray towards her pink nipples, teasing them as she worked her clit.
	When the girls were both in the nude, and Farrah took over.
	Alice blushed down to her thighs as Farrah examined her pussy, looking up close at the virgin hair growing on her mound. Alice had curly blonde ringlets that she was vaguely proud of -- they had a dainty and girlish look. Farrah produced one of those electric shavers.
	"I will use this to get most of your hair off. Then we can get into the tub."
	The Middle Eastern knelt before Alice, putting her eyes right level with the girl's pussy. After Farrah had knelt down, Alice noticed that Jocelyn was coming into the bathroom and taking off her hoodie. She was wearing nothing beneath it, casting the garment on the ground for her maids to pick up later. The little black panties followed. Her aureola were quarter-sized, and pinkish purple on the late teenager's proud, firm grapefruit breasts.
	BUZZZ
	Farrah moved quickly and with great skill.
	By the time Jocelyn had climbed into the bathtub, Farrah had finished shaving Alice's pubic hair. Alice's body seized up as she felt the vibrating tool move across her pubis, and especially against nether lips. Even the slightest vibration had a profound impact on the girl. More and more she ached for release, but was way too embarrassed to try to do something in front of Jocelyn. Her soft hair fell to the floor in a haphazard pile.
	"You can sweep that up later," Jocelyn said, and Farrah took Alice's hand and led her into the bathtub.
	Alice breathed a sigh of relief as the hot water soothed her aching muscles. This day was heavenly so far. She closed her eyes and beamed a pretty smile, listening to the pleasant sound of Jocelyn moving over to the rainfall area. When Alice opened her eyes again, she saw the heiress was lying back on her elbows as the warm water fell all over her beautiful young body. It ran off of her into the pool that Farrah and Alice were sitting in now.
	Alice could only relax for a moment. As soon as she was getting settled, Farrah called her out of the water to finish shaving. Alice hopped up on the upper rim of the tub, so her legs dangled down into the water. In a ludicrous bid to preserve her modesty, Alice had her legs tightly together and even tried to cover her boobs with one arm. Jocelyn seemed amused by this – she watched the girls keenly. Somehow, the water didn't fall on her gorgeous face.
	Alice felt her chest tighten as Farrah put one hand on either of her knees and spread her legs apart, much more farther apart than she thought was necessary.
	"Rest your hands on your knees to help stabilize yourself," Farrah commanded.
	Alice didn't see the logic in it, and she was increasingly nervous at the way Jocelyn was watching. Still, she uncovered her boobs and rested one hand on each knee. Her back was bone-straight.
	The room was warm due to all the steam, and even the tile seemed to have warming coils beneath it. Alice's face and ears were flushed pinkish red from the heat, but mostly from the humiliation of baring her body this way. She wondered if this was her life now, taking whatever pose brought Jocelyn the most pleasure.
	The idea brought Alice more comfort than she would ever admit.
 	Subconsciously she tried to angle and raise her chest to make her boobs look the best they could. It didn't seem to have much of an affect, but Alice's train of thought ended when Farrah rubbed the shaving cream all around her nether region.
	The girl's slick fingers prodded and massaged Alice all along her puffy pink lips, then her bikini area until it was covered in thick white foam. The stuff made her tingle, and reminded her of menthol.
	It was hard for Alice to hold still as Farrah ran the razor along her tender young skin. There was something so forbidden, so sexy about having Farrah shave her this way. This was a part of Alice's body that had never seen the sun, she had been so modest before working for the Zuangs. Her dutifully guarded privacy was now being groomed by someone else. Alice couldn't bring herself to make eye contact with Jocelyn – she couldn't believe that she enjoyed this so much.
	Alice felt the razor run along her supple skin as Farrah methodically removed every last bit of hair. Between each stroke she would dip the razor into the water to shake off the foam. Alice was obsessed with the way the thing glimmered in the light-- she could nearly seen her own reflection in it as it came towards her. There was an implicit danger in this: Alice was titillated by the idea of something going wrong but Farrah was perfect and made no mistakes.
	The olive-skinned beauty had the habit of following each razor stroke with a deliberate stroke of her thumb, apparently to check for any remaining hair follicles. Alice loved the sensation of Farrah running her fingers down there, but found it frustrating to remain aroused this long without anything else happening. It was only a soft whisper of what she wanted.
	Soon Farrah finished shaving her pubis, and ordered her to take a different position. Alice was blushing to her thighs as she complied: adjusting so that her left knee bent so severely that her ankle met her butt, and her right leg outstretched at a 45 degree angle into the air. This allowed Farrah to fully access her pussy, and the sense of exhibitionism was almost too much to bear.
	Again she savored the slow stroke of the razor, followed by the gentle stroke of Farrah's thumb.
	But when Farrah had removed the last follicle of hair from Alice's pussy, she set the razor down and put her head into the girl's lap! Alice bit her lip and shut her eyes as she felt the girl's tongue run all along her pubis, then her outer lips, following the same path as Farrah's razor and her thumb.
	"That's how Farrah checks to see she's done a good job," Jocelyn said, her voice betraying her enjoyment of this scene.
	"The tongue is so much more sensitive than a finger, don't you think?"
	Alice nodded, and tried her best to maintain her ridiculous little pose as the Middle Eastern girl practically worshiped her pussy. She pulled back, apparently satisfied with her work.
	"Go and show Miss Jocelyn," Farrah ordered Alice, after she had run her tongue along every millimeter of the girl's sex.
	Alice gulped, wishing Farrah could continue forever.
	She nodded, and stood up to walk over to Jocelyn, who was still sitting beneath the gentle waterfall. Alice felt Farrah's hand on her rear end, pushing her over to their mistress. Alice's breathing got shallow as she approached Jocelyn – she felt butterflies in her tummy. Her mons pubis was white as snow, softer than the sound of mist falling on a leaf. Alice's outer labia were beyond puffy – they were swollen right now, practically begging for attention.
	When she arrived, Alice paused in a standing position, her feet shoulder width apart. She was shocked when Jocelyn reached out and began rubbing her fingertips along her pussy. She even gasped a little, which made Jocelyn smile.
	The Chinese girl took her time exploring Alice's kitty. She would stroke Alice wherever she pleased, and the movement of her hand conveyed a casual ownership of whatever it touched. At one point, the Chinese goddess ran her long index finger along Alice's labia, venturing it inside of Alice's tight pussy. But she only inserted it narrowly – little more than the length of a fingernail.
	Alice was beyond words.
	"Turn around so I can see you from the other angle," Jocelyn said. "You'll also need to bend over so your nose is touching the water."
	Alice had a look of incredulity on her face, but did as she was told. She was thankful for her years of doing yoga as she bent forward at the waist, dropping her head down until her nose touched the tip of the still water. Soon she felt Jocelyn's dexterous fingers again, running along her pussy lips from an entirely new direction. The blood rushed to her head and to the lips of her mewling sex, and Alice felt like she would fall into some kind of abyss. Water flowed casually and dripped from her flushed and petite body, each rivulet a long, loving finger caressing her sensitive girl flesh.
	Then Jocelyn ran her fingers along Alice's ass crack, and the girl instinctively jumped up a little.
	"Stay down!" Jocelyn scolded.
	Alice shut her eyes and tried to ignore her shame at having another girl touch her rear hole. She focused on keeping the water exactly against the tip of her upturned nose. Jocelyn explored Alice's puckered hole almost as closely as she did the girl's pussy lips. On a couple of occasions, Jocelyn would even press the tip of one finger inside Alice's anus, then withdraw it as though to check for cleanliness.
	She would run her finger along Alice's inner thigh afterwards to clean it off (although Alice's rear end had immaculate hygiene and there was nothing to clean) and then continue her delightful ministrations. Alice tried to focus on her breathing to keep her wits about her. She wanted to reverse herself onto Jocelyn's finger and cum.
	It wouldn't take much – a breeze could set her off right now.
	Alice's modesty held her in check, stiff as a statue, but now it felt more like a corrupted and sexualized modesty. Alice frowned as Jocelyn withdrew her finger. Soon she was biting her cheek, livid that this girl would build her up so much then not finish the job.
	"Good. Now do her armpits, and her butt. Then do me," Jocelyn said, apparently losing interest in the game.
	With a long sigh, Alice walked back to Farrah and assumed a similar bent-over position as the girl shaved her butt. The sensation of Farrah's tongue running against her rosebud caused her to moan out loud. The girl even had the audacity to thrust her tongue in Alice's butt a little, and Alice could only ball her fists at Farrah's boldness.
	Next were the armpits, where Farrah would rest a hand on Alice's waist or her tummy as she did the shaving. Soon Alice was hairless from the neck down, and felt all the more nude for the fact.
	When Farrah had completely finished with Alice, she got out of the tub and dipped the razor in Barbicide to sterilize it. Then she came back into the tub and walked up to Jocelyn to shave her young mistress's bikini area. Interestingly, Jocelyn preferred to keep a cute little triangle above her own pussy. Farrah cut the geometric shape to the girl's standards, then poured warm water over Jocelyn's mound to rinse away all the suds.
	Then the Chinese beauty scooted down into the tub and moved over to a bench, stretching out her feet across its length.
	"Farrah, do my hair," Jocelyn said, and Farrah went to get the girl's shampoo.
	"Alice, sit at my feet."
	Alice crossed the sauna and sat on the same bench as Jocelyn beneath her feet, massaging one of them without being asked. Soon Farrah was pouring a jar of water over Jocelyn's hair, and massaging shampoo into her scalp. The shampoo reminded Alice of the blueberries and lilacs in the doctor's office.
	"Ugh, I'm so bored today!" Jocelyn whined. She and Farrah began a conversation, but Alice didn't find the nerve to join in. She was preoccupied with what the asian girl was doing with her toes.
	As Jocelyn chatted away with Farrah, the girl was teasing Alice's pussy with the big toe of one of her feet. Alice gasped openly – she was too horny to try and disguise it anymore. But when Jocelyn and Farrah looked over at her, she regretted her outburst and turned her head away in embarrassment.
	It didn't interrupt Jocelyn's rhythm. Soon Alice was gripping Jocelyn's foot a little harder as a familiar pleasure built in her body – the first inklings of an orgasm. They were both underwater from the collarbone down, and Jocelyn's toes were quite slippery as she ran them along Alice's virgin sex. Alice would have never guessed Jocelyn had this sort of talent: or was she just so horny that anything would get her going right now? She wanted to spread her legs and allow Jocelyn deeper access to her pussy, but after an internal debate her shame won out and she remained in her rigid position.
	"Mei was being rude to me again last night on WeChat," Jocelyn started in, continuing with a monologue about how the girl was obviously jealous of her family's success in their recent business dealings throughout China.
	Alice had a moment of clarity just then: she was trapped here. Stuck at Jocelyn's mercy, at her feet, listening to her complain. Helping the girl live out a life that Alice couldn't even imagine before she had started working here. The thought made her feel safe, like a cherished garment she could wrap around herself. A garment she wasn't free to take off – she and why did it have to be so tight?
	Jocelyn found Alice's clit, and that was the end of Alice's musings. She was biting her lip now, furrowing her brows, rocking her hips gently in the hopes of having a secret orgasm.
	Farrah craned her head down for Jocelyn to whisper something in her ear, and the girl paused. After some consideration, Farrah nodded.
	Alice was so close to cumming when Jocelyn pulled her toe away. All the muscles in her body became taut in a vain expression of anger – if something didn't happen soon she would take care of herself.
	Jocelyn got out of the water, sitting on the marble. She spread her legs gracefully, and Farrah approached to take her rightful place between the girl's legs. Alice was hypnotized by everything: how warm the water was, how sexy Jocelyn's body looked as it glistened with moisture, how Jocelyn rested her dominant hand on the back of Farrah's head.
	"Alice," Jocelyn crooned, "sit behind me and support my boobs – like, hold them up with your hands. It hurts my back when they aren't supported."
	Her voice was whiny, full of ironic self-pity, and absolutely adorable.
	Farrah was nuzzling Jocelyn's pussy with her lips, planting kisses on it, showing incredible familiarity with the task. The beautiful Chinese girl had a tranquil smile on her face, except for when she would make an occasional gasp of pleasure and arch her eyebrows slightly. She looked like she could sit there forever.
	Alice took a seat behind her, and Jocelyn told her to sit with her legs spread so that Jocelyn could lean back into her body. This was too frustrating for poor Alice – to be mere inches from Farrah's skilled tongue, and a witness to her expert cunilingus, but receive no pleasure herself?! And even more: to be relegated to acting as a living hand-bra for Jocelyn's spectacular boobs all the while? The same boobs she had envied day in and day out for so long! And worst of all, Alice was incredibly wet from all this while her own pussy was studiously ignored.
	She was afraid of losing her mind to all these sensations. She wanted to lean into Jocelyn's ear and beg the girl to let her have a turn. But does a maid ever address her Mistress in this way?
	"Suck on my neck a little," Jocelyn said.
	"Yes, Miss Jocelyn," she whispered in response.
	Jocelyn leaned a lot of her weight back into Alice's body as though she were a pillow. In response, Alice had to lock her legs against the tub and engage her core muscles to support Jocelyn's weight. Her body was soft, slippery, and very warm. Jocelyn kept one hand on Farrah's head still, and she took her other and put it on the back of Alice's head in about the same spot.
	If Alice felt trapped before, she felt practically imprisoned now! And the prison was made of warm, wet flesh that engaged every part of her yearning body. She leaned down and started necking Jocelyn, which made the girl gasp in pleasure. They continued like this for a long while, the bathroom filling with the sounds of each of the three girls' unique moans of pleasure. Jocelyn's outbursts became more urgent – a resounding testament to Farrah's skill in tending to her mistress's flower. The girl was laser-focused on her task, and she was smiling.
	When Jocelyn came, she wasn't shy about it.
	"Farrah! Ohmygod Farrah!!!" she cried out, tightening her grip on both girls' heads and pulling them further into herself.
	For her part, Alice made a cry of pain – Jocelyn's fingers were tangled in her blonde hair and she was pulling it very hard as she got lost in the throes of passion. The pain was matched with pleasure – as intimately entwined as the girls' bodies were now. Farrah drew the orgasm out, or so it seemed, and Jocelyn had to catch her breath afterwards from all her ardent moaning. She released Farrah's head, and pushed the girl away by placing her foot against the girl's mouth.
	It reminded Alice of the way Miss Zuang dismissed the maids after a foot massage.
	"Okay Alice. Your turn," Jocelyn said dreamily.
	Alice's heart skipped a beat – she was SO ready to cum. She was afraid of looking silly because she knew she would cum as soon as Farrah touched --
	"Go on, get down," Jocelyn said, pointing to the space that Farrah had just vacated.
	Jocelyn's pussy was slick with another girl's saliva. There was a little pool of liquid beneath her and it wasn't bathwater.
	"Jocelyn, I don't know. I've never--" Alice demurred.
	"Do it for me please?" the girl begged, making an adorable pouting expression with her lips. Why did she have to be so beautiful?
	"Farrah will do you at the same time. You'll love it."
	Farrah was looking at Alice like she was dinner. The girl had a mischievous smirk on her full lips.
	"Okay," Alice relented.
	She had never gone down on a girl before, but the promise of Farrah working on her was enough to get her to do almost anything at that point. Alice brought her lips to Jocelyn's, and tasted girl pussy for the first time.
	For a little while, she had no idea what she was doing. Jocelyn was very helpful, ordering her to "lick my clit softer," or "mm, do that again." Farrah had knelt low into the tub. She raised Alice's thighs so the girl was floating on top of the water, near her mouth, and started licking her from this angle. Alice moaned into Jocelyn's pussy, and the girl laughed.
	Alice put her tongue deeper inside Jocelyn, allowing the girl's juices all the way to the back of her throat. She tasted a little salty, a little sweet -- something like expensive mineral water, with sourness added. Alice swallowed it all without being told to, before it could hit the water.  Farrah was driving her mad the way she was assaulting her clit. She came hard, and clamped her hands on Jocelyn's thighs to avoid thrashing her body too much. Farrah was holding her legs firmly – she could hardly move them. It made her cum even harder to be restrained like that. Farrah didn't stop after the first orgasm, and neither could Alice.
	Jocelyn was insatiable. She had a habit of talking during the encounter.
	"This is where I do my best thinking," she sighed, one hand on the back of Alice's head tangled in her hair as though to root her in this position forever.
	"My pussy deserves extra attention. It's like royal pussy," Jocelyn quipped. Alice couldn't disagree.
	"But like, I can't go around fucking anyone. The media would find out, and it would make my family look bad! And what am I supposed to do about it? Nothing!"
	"A-Alice, could you maybe, put my clit between your lips and squeeze it a little that way? Ohh YES!" Jocelyn cried.
	Alice's only reward was having her hair pulled harder, and Farrah doing unspeakable things within her own virgin pussy. This continued for some time: Jocelyn demanded a lot of stamina from her maids and soon Alice's body was nearly overheating from the hot water and the exertions.
	Eventually Jocelyn was spent, and dismissed Alice after the girl had licked her to many more orgasms. In Alice's throat she could taste cool blueberry and lilac. Jocelyn was the first to get dressed, of course, with Farrah holding out the girl's panties for her to step into then carefully raising them up her long legs. Alice watched, transfixed, then realized that Farrah didn't get to cum at all in the bath! She had glanced at a little piercing on the girl's clit that gave her pause. It seemed like a metallic shield that covered her little friend, and Alice seriously wondered why she would have such a device down there.
	Farrah seemed like such a sexual person – why would her clit be locked away under this medieval thing?
	Nevertheless, Alice became determined to give Farrah her turn tonight, and the thought of it put a smile on the girl's face. Her own sex was aching – well-used and sated. Farrah had been gentle with her tongue, but Alice was still very tender down there. Alice's own tongue and throat were utterly exhausted and now that her pubic hair was gone she could clearly see the pouty pink lips on her worked pussy.
	Putting back on her tight garter belt gave Alice a little rush of pleasure, and putting on her stockings was even more pleasant post-orgasm. She shuddered as soon as she ran a finger up one nylon-clad leg and looked longingly at the bathtub as all the water drained out of it. When was the next bath happening?
	"Alice, since you got the Heaven's Gate today, and because I'm really happy with your work lately, I have a reward for you!" Jocelyn said.
	"Go downstairs, I got a cake for you and Farrah to share," then added: "Oh, and I see that you girls are painting your toes. It looks good, just don't let my mom find out."
	Jocelyn just got back into bed and turned on the TV.
	Alice was awed when she saw the reward Jocelyn got for her: devil's food cake with crushed espresso beans added – her favorite! How did Jocelyn know?
	Alice and Farrah sat together eating cake. Alice ate ravenously – the cake was so delicious! It was made by a famed baker in downtown LA, and Alice had always loved cakes. She only avoided them to help stay thin, but she was burning so many calories at this job that it didn't really matter.
	Alice reflected that Jocelyn's pussy tasted better than this cake, and the thought made her laugh. But the girls had only eaten a few bites when Miss Zuang entered the room.
	"Farrah, would you please begin Alice's isotonic exercises tonight?" the woman said in her aristocratic voice. Farrah nodded emphatically. Then:
	"Ooh! Cake!"
	Miss Zuang took the fork from Alice's hand and helped herself to a big bite of the girl's cake.
	She regarded her maids curiously: "Why are you girls feeding yourselves? You should be feeding each other! It is so much more fun to eat cake that way."
	The girls nodded their heads, and scooted their chairs closer to one another. Alice had to admit, it was nice eating this way. She and Farrah were more focused on each other, and it felt very romantic and quaint. They ate 5 slices of cake as they had a casual conversation about work and hobbies – Alice was surprised at her own appetite but let it slide. She was pretty content: she just had the most powerful orgasms of her life, and now she was sitting around being fed chocolate cake by a beautiful olive-skinned girl? Life was good!
	Alice knew the 'isotonic exercises' were coming, the House Manual indicated that maids must take continuing education to move in a more pleasing way. At first she had found it strange, even vaguely offensive, but now she accepted it as part of the job. She did admire the almost feline way that Farrah had of moving, and she longed to be like the other girl in this way.
	The two went to a part of the house Alice had only seen in passing: the dance room.
	The attitude shifted quickly in there. Farrah immediately took on the role of strict dance instructor, telling Alice to stand against the mirrored wall and put one hand on the wooden beam.
	"Miss Zuang believes in a specific Chinese school of ballet," Farrah lectured.
	"It emphasizes..." the girl paused, weighing her words, "a special relationship between the student and teacher. It requires great discipline and unquestioning obedience to authority."
	Alice's first task was to cycle through the first through fourth positions of ballet. It was very frustrating: Farrah found almost everything she did wrong, and when Alice would correct one thing (such as the positioning of her hips) she would forget to stand up perfectly straight or keep her shoulders back. They were just beginning to make progress when Miss Zuang arrived. She was wearing a red cheongsam and high heels, apparently ready to go out for the evening.
	"Alice, Farrah, please join me as I demonstrate today's exercise."
	Miss Zuang stepped to the middle of the room and placed her feet on the floor so that her toes rested right on the edge of one floorboard. She closed her eyes, and took a small step so that her toe rested perfectly on the edge of the third floorboard in front of her, which was about 12 inches away. Then she repeated it, perfectly spacing each step so as to take up the width of three floorboards. 10 steps she took like this, forwards and backwards three times, never landing anywhere except the exact edge between touching pieces.
	"Now, you will try," Miss Zuang explained, stepping back and pointing to the floor.
	She allowed Alice to look at the ground as she started, but even then it was much more difficult than the blonde teenager had imagined it would be. She made the first three steps well enough, but on the fourth she messed up and stepped a little over the line.
	"Failed. Start again," Miss Zuang stated.
	Miss Zuang walked over to a medium-sized chest on the floor, and returned carrying a pink riding crop that had a comfortable leather handle. Alice's eyes shot open when she saw it. She couldn't possibly –
	"This is how I learned," Miss Zuang explained.
	"My teacher was a cruel woman, but her methods are most effective. Start again, Alice."
	Miss Zuang pointed at the floor with her riding crop. Alice sighed, then tried to do this challenge.
	WHAP!
	Alice nearly leapt in pain as the riding crop came down on her behind. She managed to avoid shouting, but just barely. Tears began to form in her eyes – that really hurt! Miss Zuang was stone-faced, and she merely pointed to the starting line again with her riding crop.
	As Alice began again, she noticed that she was getting turned on right now. Something about the way her stockings rubbed together as she was forced to take such small steps, and about how the pain had dulled into a pleasant ache --
	WHAP!
	"Aah!" Alice cried out, scurrying away from Miss Zuang and rubbing her stinging backside. The wealthy woman pointed at the ground again, and Alice returned.
	"One more attempt today, then you have failed entirely."
	Alice took four steps, and knew she messed up. She watched in the mirror as Miss Zuang reared the riding crop back, and brought it down on her exposed thighs. Each time Alice took a blow, Farrah would wince as well – probably flashing back to her own lessons in this room.
	"You have failed today, Alice," Miss Zuang said gravely.
	"Go and grasp the ballet bar with both hands."
	Alice shut her eyes and did as she was told. She was nearly having a depressive episode that she hadn't lived up to Miss Zuang's expectations. The ache in her rear end was nothing compared to the emotional pain of disappointing this woman. But when Alice had grasped the ballet bar, she saw the little smile on Miss Zuang's face and her depression was replaced by fear.
	"A ballerina's body must be able to withstand incredible pain," the woman lectured, "and a maid's doubly so. You may be required to kneel for hours on end, or to run around all day without a moment's rest. We must prepare you for that. In this spirit, I will use this riding crop on you. After each stroke, you will say, "thank you!" If you cannot take anymore, just say "please!"
	"But if you say 'please' it will be yet another failure. And here is the incentive: if you can make it through this, I have a marvelous reward for you and Farrah," Miss Zuang finished.
	As Alice was considering the reward, she felt skilled hands pull up her skirt and tuck it into her garter belt. Her backside was totally exposed now, denuded of hair, and she was crawling with humiliation. She saw her face in the mirror: her big green eyes open in a look of anticipation, horror, desire.
	WHAP
	"Thank you!" Alice cried out, struggling to keep both feet on the ground.
	WHAP
	"Th-thank you!" she yelled again. Her knuckles were white from how hard she was gripping the wooden bar.
	WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
	Miss Zuang was merciless, and very precise with her targeting. Each time she picked a new part of Alice's body, and struck her in such a way that created the maximum amount pain with the least amount of lasting physical damage.
	"Th.. thank you," Alice moaned. Her only solace was that the pain came with pleasure – she was unbearably horny right now even as she was ready to pass out from the abuse.
	WHAP!
	This blow caused Alice to reel; her knees buckled and the girl struggled to remain standing. Her vision was going a little dark around the edges. She was ready to give up, but then looked to see Farrah's expression of shock and admiration.
	"Thank you!" Alice screamed, finding new strength within herself.
	WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
	Alice was sweating – her breathing was labored and she was ready to surrender even if it meant letting Farrah down. Her world was pain and arousal and too much of the both of them.
	"Thank you," she whispered. Another blow would have done her in.
	"Excellent work, Alice!" Miss Zuang cheered, handing the riding crop to Farrah for the girl to put away. She approached Alice and pulled the girl to an upright position, making eye contact with her.
	"I want to say that I am very impressed with your growth here."
	Alice was hypnotized by the woman's almond-shaped eyes. Her complexion was as flawless as a 17 year old's.
	"Jocelyn and I are both very pleased. Even Miss Paz has commented on your excellent work. I believe that you show promise, and that you will grow into this role with the proper help. Is that something you would be interested in?"
	"Yes.." Alice said, noting the subtle green in Miss Zuang's eyes.
	"You will definitely get the hang of this. Just practice while you work: try taking equal steps when you do certain things. With each step, think to yourself: 'will I make Miss Zuang happy?'"
	Alice pondered that mantra. Something about it seemed so powerful.
	"It took me six months to perfect this model," Miss Zuang said, then: "if you can beat my time, I will give you and Farrah something very special."
	The woman pulled Alice into an embrace in such a way that her face rested against the woman's full breasts. Alice's body nearly collapsed into her mistress's arms – it was so reassuring to be held this way. Miss Zuang stroked her hair.
	"We would like to keep you for a very long time, Alice," she murmured tenderly, "I hope you are open to this idea."
	Miss Zuang released Alice and planted a lingering kiss on her cheek. Suddenly Alice couldn't think of her future plans – can any horny teenager?
	"Your reward is a day off. Tomorrow, you and Farrah can do whatever you want. Just be back by 10PM. Here is some money so you can enjoy yourselves more."
	Miss Zuang fished out a $100 bill and slipped it into the thigh of Alice's stockings. The girl trembled as she felt how soft and pampered her hands were against her delicate thigh. The aristocratic woman kissed Farrah on the cheek in a similar way.
	"Farrah, come prepare me for my evening out. And Alice: practice!"
	Alice curtseyed to her mistress as the women left her alone in the room. For the next hour or more, Alice took measured steps across the wooden floor. The sound of her high heels echoed across the room as she obediently carried out her mistress's wishes. The way her nylons rubbed together was a constant source of stimulation, and her earbuds were playing soft music that seemed to sync with her measured steps.
	Clack, clack, clack.
	Alice pranced back and forth across the room upon imagined lines, eager to make Miss Zuang proud.
	And as she did this over and over again, the protein drink kicked in and she found comfort in the repetitive action. Through the haze, her valedictorian mind noticed something: wasn't this exactly how you train horses? She remembered something about operant conditioning; the whip and the sugar cube. Was that so different from the riding crop and the chocolate espresso cake? But with each step, she became more settled into her routine and soon the only thought in her pretty little head was, "will I make Miss Zuang happy?"
	Click, clack. Click, clack.
	Clop, clop, clop.