China Maid, Chapter 16

Jocelyn and her friends bounded onto the yacht in their little bikinis, making themselves at home immediately. The ship was partially staffed so there was a bartender, a chef, and other professionals to help make their stay more enjoyable. Alice and Farrah were the last to board, of course, and Miss Zuang instructed them to change into their yacht outfits before joining up with the rest of them.
	"Delfina has provided your uniform today. Make sure you thank her, she put a lot of care into it," the mature beauty said, shrugging off her silk robe.
	Farrah nearly had to drag Alice away, the girl was so awestruck at Miss Zuang's figure.
	"Please hurry," Miss Zuang added, "we will need you to apply all of our sunscreen."
	The thought of massaging Miss Zuang's entire body was a profound motivator, and soon Alice was dragging a laughing Farrah off to put on their uniforms. She was quite surprised when the Middle Eastern girl told her to strip down to nothing, and stand with her hands flat on a table, waist out.
	But she obeyed, of course.
	"Stripping" provoked an adorable blush across much of her body, of course, even with Farrah being the only person to see it. But she was very puzzled when, instead of producing an outfit, Farrah grabbed little plastic jar of something, and a fine-bristled paintbrush. Only when she saw the UV light did she realize what was happening.
	It was the same material that made up those ridiculously flimsy latex gloves she had worn on the flight over! Except this time, it was in some kind of gel that adhered easily to Farrah's paintbrush. With the skill of a master painter, Farrah began applying it to Alice's pubis in the shape of the tiniest bikini imaginable. The gel literally went just a few millimeters out from Alice's prominent lips, the same lips that Farrah manipulated subtly in order to apply some of the gel so that it bunched around the blonde virgin's clit. Then she used the brush to push it down more, securing it fully. Finally, she created a Tonga bikini line on Alice's butt and reached for the special light that would make it change from a gel to a solid latex material.
	If the bikini was small before, it was practically non-existent after it shrunk beneath the eerie light. As it shrunk, it dragged itself across Alice's sex in a way that made her moan – especially as it seemed to constrict even more tightly around her needy clitoris. She could imagine no way for this 'swimsuit' to be more invasive, or more provocative, but knew Delfina could think of something. Even the top part of the bikini, the bit that went around her waist had tightened and it was a welcome reminder of the garter belt that she apparently wouldn't be wearing here.
	Farrah spoke, but not after taking some time to admire the look of frustration on Alice's pretty face. It had taken her a while to draw an entire bikini onto Alice's  body and she did it with careful, loving strokes. She stroked Alice's hair as she gave her instructions.
	"Put on that skirt, and the rest of your outfit, and go find our Mistress. I will do my own outfit."
	This was a point of shame for Alice – that Farrah could apply her own swimsuit or thought it better not to ask for Alice's help. As she moved, her tiny bikini shifted a bit, slithering around her love button with each small pivot of her hips. She was ready to cum right then and there, but something was missing. It felt as though all the switches in her mind were flipped except the penultimate one – an unseen, feminine hand was keeping it down.
	She dressed as Farrah painted on her own bikini without even the help of a mirror.
	Alice's yacht outfit consisted of a black mesh skirt – so gossamer thin that it was more of an accent to her nudity than any sort of covering. It adhered to her hips by a length of sleek cable, and blossomed out around her thighs.
	It turned out that high heels were not permitted on the yacht, at least not for the waitstaff. This was to prevent any potential damage to the oak hardwood flooring. Alice examined that flooring as she walked on her tip-toes to find Miss Zuang -- the muscles in her calves would pain her if she walked any other way. She was very focused on the task at hand; daydreaming about the pleasure of massaging Miss Zuang's body instead of the humiliation of padding around Jocelyn Zuang's yacht in yet another scanty outfit. She noticed that her waist and abdomen were a fraction of their normal size, even though she didn't have a corset on currently.
	Neither she nor Farrah had remembered to remove the polish that the Middle Eastern girl had applied to Alice's toes: white polish with beautiful Arabic (or so she guessed) calligraphy. Her black mesh skirt poofed out and swayed around wildly, making her feel ornamental because of how impractical and eye-catching it was.
	The humiliation led to arousal, which made her feel all the more embarrassed to be aroused in public while she was supposed to be working! But Miss Zuang was reclining beneath a fuschia-red umbrella, wearing sunglasses, ready to relieve Alice of all her anxiety. Soon the teenage girl could get lost in the bliss of massage her employer's beautiful body. Alice attempted a curtsy in her ludicrous mesh skirt.
	"May I help with your sunscreen, Mistress?"
	Miss Zuang nodded.
	"Yes, and take your time with it, please. I have some knots in my shoulders and hips from the flight."
	Alice picked up the bottle of expensive-looking suntan lotion and applied a healthy amount to her palms, rubbing them together to warm the oil. She began on the Chinese woman's knees, moving her hands down in firm, repetitive strokes. She continued on for much longer than was necessary to apply sunscreen, varying her movements and using different amounts of pressure on those smooth, toned calves. Alice had already lost herself in the pleasure of massaging Miss Zuang's legs due to the way repetitive motions got her high; but Miss Zuang's feet brought it to another level entirely. Alice moved both her hands slick with sunscreen down towards the woman's feet, putting sunscreen all over them with a brief but passionate massage.
	She found herself rocking her hips back and forth a little, moving that slick latex bikini around her most sensitive area. Miss Zuang only permitted it to a point.
	"Focus, Alice. My feet need your complete attention," she admonished her teenage maid when she the girl would get a little too carried away in her own pleasure instead of focusing her complete attention on working out the knots in Miss Zuang's muscular, full thighs.
	As though Alice could help herself! The dilemma was that the more Alice focused on Miss Zuang's beautiful, pampered feet and legs and the joy she got from massaging them, the more she got aroused. By trying to focus on her mistress's body she just became distracted by how sexy the woman was. Then Alice would rock her hips subconsciously, and feeling the latex slick across her clit felt so good it made her clench her fists, pulling her focus away from her service, and she would earn another rebuke from her Chinese employer.
	She massaged the woman's toned stomach, her still-firm breasts, her arms and hands. Then she lied on her stomach, signaling that she wanted an extended back massage.
	Alice was happy to oblige, but she soon realized that to give a good back massage she would need to put her whole body weight into her hands. This caused her tight bikini to squirm against her clit in ways that were no longer under her control. At first, it was great: the blonde girl even rocked her hips a little while she rubbed Miss Zuang's soft back -- it gave her a pleasure she felt all the way down to her toes. But as she neared a powerful climax, she was overcome with guilt for doing this without Miss Zuang's permission. It acted like cold water, dragging her away from the threshold of joy whether she wanted it to or not.
	Then, because she felt guilty, she redoubled her efforts into massaging Miss Zuang's shoulders, her lower back, her buttocks. She must have gone to the edge and back four times by the end of the massage – her abdomen was starting to ache and she furrowed her brows in frustration. She kissed the soles of the woman's feet to signal the end of the massage, but got no response. Had she put Miss Zuang to sleep with her massage? It delighted her to think so.
	"Alice! Come do us next!" Ciara called out, waving from the other side of the wading pool that was built into the center of the yacht.
	She and Anna were sitting together, lying on their backs so that their soles faced Alice. She scurried over to her old friends, feeling the latex slick across her wet lips, and brought the sunscreen with her. Apparently, there would be no respite from her sexual frustration anymore – she stifled a moan as she approached the two girls.
	"You want to go first?" Anna asked Ciara.
	"Sure. Do me first, Alice," Ciara ordered using quite a different tone with Alice than she used when talking to Anna.
	"That costume is really sexy, Alice. I never in a million years would picture you wearing that kind of thing, but you look great in it!" Anna told Alice as she started to massage Ciara's body with the expensive sunscreen oil.
	"Thanks, Miss Anna," Alice responded, blushing at both the compliment and the Colombian girl's eyes looking her up and down.
	Alice kneaded the tight muscles of the blonde girl's thighs as the girl sighed softly and talked with Anna about the fun they had yesterday. This was another moment where Alice's new status was clear: a servant to be put to a task then ignored except for an occasional direction on how her client wanted more pressure, or less. Alice barely minded; she massaged Ciara's calves, the soft soles of her feet, then started on her back.
	"That feels lovely. You are a great masseuse, Alice," Ciara said.
	"Thank you, Miss Ciara," Alice replied, gently rubbing the girl's shoulders to massage them as much as to apply the sunscreen.
	"I needed it, too. I wore high heels and they always hurt my back."
	Alice could relate – until she got used to being in heels 24/7 they caused her all sorts of aches and pains. How nice it must be, to have a talented masseuse around to knead away all the aches and pains of life as soon as they emerged. Alice thought of Farrah, and how they would massage each other's feet at the end of each day.
	She started to get excited, but was far too self-conscious to stimulate herself while massaging the girl that was once her friend. It was difficult enough keeping her composure: the thought of Ciara or Anna realizing how turned on she was too much to bear. She knew it wasn't rational: Delfina almost certainly bragged about how Alice had helped her with her orgasmic meditation, but the repressive fear was still indomitable.
	Ciara rotated onto her back and Alice finished coating her entire young body with sunscreen. Anna had departed by then, perhaps to get a drink. Farrah had finished putting on her own 'uniform' and was kneeling to the side of Jocelyn, massaging her hand as she lied back next to Delfina up on an elevated part of the deck. Although Jocelyn appeared to be napping, Delfina was sitting up watching Alice work. She beckoned the girl over.
	Alice curtseyed as she approached.
	"Yes, Miss Delfina?"
	"Alice, could I rest my feet in your lap please? My chiropractor said it's good for me to have a bolster beneath my feet – it helps put my spine in a better position. You can just massage my feet, while you're there. You're so good at it," she said in a catty tone.
	"Yes, Miss," was Alice's reply.
	Now she was little more than a living bolster for her former nemesis: a comfort girl who would hunch over and knead and stroke her body and receive nothing in return. For the umpteenth time, Delfina rested her pampered, shapely feet in Alice's lap and Alice began massaging them. Farrah had probably already done the girls' sunscreen, so the two friends sat on the Zuang's yacht relaxing as their maids worked away.
	Alice was gently pushing back each of Delfina's slender toes to stretch them out when she heard splashing.
	Ciara and Anna had jumped overboard to swim in the water for a while, and were laughing as they played around. It wasn't to their liking, though, so they climbed back onto the yacht. The two girls were glistening with salt water which followed the curves of their toned abdomens, down past their pert backsides before dripping onto the hardwood deck of the yacht.
	"Alice! Come dry us off!" Ciara yelled.
	Alice tried to get up, only to feel Delfina put more pressure onto her lap to indicate that she should stay there.
	"What are you doing?" she demanded, "I still want a foot massage. Someone else can help them."
	"Let her go, Delfina. Alice has been doing your feet for like half an hour," Jocelyn said in her characteristic vocal fry.
	She sounded half asleep, but Alice couldn't see her eyes through her designer sunglasses. Things were suddenly uncomfortable for poor Alice – who was she supposed to listen to here?
	"Excuse me, Miss Delfina," Alice said.
	But she refused.
	"Come on, Jocelyn. They're just doing this to be annoying," Delfina said.
	There was very little kindness in her voice, considering Jocelyn was her friend and so were Ciara and Anna.
	"Oh well! Alice can do your feet afterwards. We're here all day," Jocelyn said, losing her patience.
	"Fine. Go help them," Delfina said, withdrawing her feet from Alice's lap, "But towel my feet off first. I don't want to slip on the deck. It really needs to be re-finished,"
	Alice looked to Farrah, who quietly indicated that Alice should do as she was told. With a soft Anali Tangier hand towel, Alice gently removed the oils from Delfina's feet so the girl could storm off properly. Jocelyn frowned at the insulting implication that her yacht needed work.
	"Farrah, you go help towel the girls off, too."
	"Yes, Mistress."
	In silence they walked over to Ciara and Anna, picking up some body towels the likes of which are sold at Neiman Marcus for hundreds of dollars. Then they knelt before their teenage bosses and firmly ran the towels over every part of their bodies to get the sea water off. They followed this up by spraying the girls down with mineral water, to give them an impromptu shower so that any leftover salt would not dry out their skin. Although Anna and Ciara were oblivious to the drama going on, Alice felt a sinking feeling that Delfina was out there plotting her revenge. Not on Jocelyn, of course, but on the maids who were as helpless as they were innocent in this minor disagreement.
	It didn't take long. At first, when Alice saw the girl carrying a bottle of acetone and cotton pads, Alice thought that Delfina wanted a polish change on her toes. But why was she smiling like that over a simple pedicure, and why was she carrying the supplies that the maids should have fetched?
	"Alice, I see that you have polish on your toes. Maids can't wear nail polish, in case you forgot.. Farrah! Take off Alice's polish."
	Farrah winced for a moment, then nodded sadly.
	"Yes, Miss Delfina," was her stoic reply.
	She took the items from the girl, and indicated that Alice should sit down so she could get started. Delfina watched with no small amount of pleasure. Although Farrah did a commendable job of hiding her emotions, Alice could tell it hurt her feelings to destroy her artwork like this. Jocelyn hadn't even said anything when she noticed, Delfina was just being mean!
	"It's a very pretty pattern," the aristocratic girl said, "what does it mean?"
	Farrah looked at Delfina, silently pleading with her not to do this. But she could never handle being told 'no,' so Farrah just stared at Alice's bare feet as she replied,
	"They are different words for, 'love.'"
	Alice felt Farrah's gentle fingers rubbing the cotton over her nails, obliterating this little act of disobedience that they had bonded over. It hurt her feelings, to see Farrah this way, and there was nothing she could say.
	"Love?" Delfina asked, "That's perfect! I want that nail art on my toes. After you finish taking it off Alice, you can do my pedicure in the same pattern."
	Farrah made no reply. This only seemed to annoy Delfina even more.
	"Farrah? Did you hear me? I want you to do my toes exactly the way you did Alice's... And I never want to see her wearing nail polish again."
	"Delfina, come on!" Alice begged.
	The girl was being ridiculous. This request was so mean-spirited that Alice temporarily forgot her status as a maid. She didn't even realize that she was raising her voice – some of the girls were looking over.
	"I will do this for you, Miss Delfina," Farrah murmured.
	"No!" Alice said, "that's not fair! You don't even want the nail art!"
	"What's going on here?" Miss Zuang asked.
	"I caught Alice wearing nail polish," said Delfina, "and I liked the pattern, so I want Farrah to do it for me. But Alice is being a baby about it."
	Alice inhaled sharply. Ciara and Anna were now watching the drama with uncomfortable expressions. Jocelyn was nowhere to be found.
	"Maids are not permitted to wear nail polish. You know this Alice," Miss Zuang said, "but why don't you want Delfina having the same design?"
	"It doesn't matter what she thinks!" Delfina whined, "She's a maid. I told her to do something, that's all she needs to hear."
	"You will please address Alice with more respect. She is a member of my household," Miss Zuang warned Delfina, who was obviously in the midst of a tantrum.
	Now everyone was on edge. This luxury yacht had become like a prison – Alice realized that she couldn't leave even if she wanted to. Bad thoughts dominated her thinking: were any of these girls her friends, at any point? Hadn't she avoided inviting them over to her house, afraid that they would judge her middle-class life? Hadn't they only accepted her once she was kneeling before them, polishing their nails and doing their chores? Farrah alone seemed to care about her well being, and perhaps Miss Zuang to an extent but even that was debatable now.
	"No!" Delfina shot back, "Farrah is totally different now that she's obsessed with Alice. She thinks--"
	"Stop. Now," said Miss Zuang, gravely.
	Alice wanted to cry, having her relationship laid out in front of everyone like this, and in such a contemptuous light. Of all the things she had experienced, this was by far the most painful and the skimpy little outfit she had on didn't help whatsoever. The worst thing was the pathetic look Farrah gave her, like she was ashamed to be 'outed' in this way. She obviously wanted to tell Alice something urgent, but there was no place for it.
	"Stop?" Delfina hissed, "No. Alice, you should know this. Farrah doesn't love you. She just clinged to you because she was so tired of being alone. She thought that if you fell in love with her, you two could marry and she could get away from the Zuangs. Everyone knows it. You're a SLAVE, Alice, just like her. And Miss Zuang—"
	SLAP
	The sound of Miss Zuang slapping Delfina full across the face rang out across the yacht and everything went quiet. There was only the lapping of the waves, and the padding of footsteps as Jocelyn approached without a word. Even she didn't dare to interfere. Delfina touched her face and glared at Miss Zuang, struggling to find the words to say. Would she dare to strike the woman back?
	Farrah was the first to act. She left the cotton pads and the nail polish remover on the deck and stormed off, not caring that the chemicals would eat away at the finish or that she had left a mess behind. The Middle Eastern beauty fled, audibly saying, "I'm so sorry," before she left. Delfina looked to Ciara and Anna, but they just nervously avoided her gaze. Anna shifted her weight between either foot, and had her arms crossed in front of her full breasts.
	"Come on, Delfina. Let's go to the room," Jocelyn said, ushering the brunette girl away.
	Miss Zuang stood there in stoic silence, watching them leave. The irascible girl allowed herself to be pulled away, and it was apparent to everyone that this was Delfina Paz backing down from a confrontation.
	Miss Zuang started to say something to Alice, but the girl only wanted to find Farrah. Feeling tremendous guilt and shame, she left without asking permission and without the required curtsy. She padded away on tip-toes in search of her only friend, consumed with anxiety over what had just happened.
	Alice found Farrah sitting with her legs dangling off the side of the deck, face buried in her hands, sobbing. She turned to Alice, and at that moment Alice knew that she loved Farrah and could forgive her even if what Delfina said was true.
	"Farrah," she said, moving to sit next to her friend, her co-worker, her love.
	"Delfina was lying," Farrah said.
	"I know."
	"She does not know what love is. That is why she is so miserable. She thinks it is domination, and ownership, and self-aggrandizement. She calls you a slave, but she is more a slave than anyone. Except that her masters are pleasure and a need for control."
	Alice nodded, scooting closer. Farrah had taught her so much, even if she still wondered how much the Heaven's Gate and the nutritional shakes had affected her thinking. What was the result of it all? She could see it clearly now: She had become a submissive lesbian, serving all of her high school girlfriends, and it made her happy.
	"But there was some truth in what she said.' Farrah admitted,
	"You should know that Miss Zuang told me to keep an eye on you, to make sure that you were adapting well to this job, and to help you along the way. I was never supposed to force anything on you... I only agreed because it seemed like you wanted this and enjoyed it... And yes, I was lonely. But I am not some damsel in distress who would fall in love with anyone, or some foreigner trying to marry you for a green card. Those are the kinds of things that Delfina would do, if she were not rich."
	Alice chuckled – Farrah was totally right about that.
	"I want to continue our relationship, Farrah," Alice said. And now it as her turn to be the strong one, to uplift her friend.
	"What else would I be doing, if not for you? Studying to go to college to work as an accountant, or lawyer or something like that? When I could be getting paid to go down on Jocelyn Zuang, then give her mother a full-body massage? Who would ever pick that first option?"
	Farrah laughed in spite of herself. Of course, Alice was brushing over the fact that the Zuangs controlled every aspect of her life. But she realized that she enjoyed that, now. Maybe she even needed it – to avoid someone worse taking control of her life, and to have the mind-blowing orgasms that came with it. Alice needed to be controlled and the Zuangs loved controlling her, it was a perfect situation.
	Except for one thing, apparently.
	"I get what you did," Alice said, "and I'm happy you did it... I just want to know: what were the symbols you wrote on my nails? Why was that, specifically, such a big deal?"
	"They were different words for 'love,' like I said," Farrah answered.
	 She wiped her face, clearly relieved that Alice was not mad.
	"'Eros' is for erotic love," she said, taking Alice's hand in hers.
	"'Ludus' for playful love," Farrah added, brushing her olive-complexioned fingertips against Alice's lily white hand.
	"And 'agape' for universal love. The love that I feel to be alive, in spite of everything. The love that fills the entire universe like background radiation, connecting us all... at least that's what I believe."
	Somewhere out in the water, a fish breached the surface, then disappeared back beneath it. Alice looked down at her pale feet, which had barely seen the light of day all summer. All of her nails were bare except for that of her right big toe which Farrah hadn't gotten around to before the argument got too bad.
	"I am happy, serving the Zuangs. But you aren't?" Alice asked.
	Farrah sighed.
	"I have been doing this longer than you have, Alice. And I cannot quit, like you can."
	It pained her to realize this – what had been a thrilling sex game for Alice was basically involuntary servitude for her partner, regardless of the erotic thrill she got out of it sometimes. Would she feel the same delight licking Jocelyn's perfect flower in that palatial bathtub, four years down the line? Or would it become a quotidian duty or some kind of obligation to a half-open relationship? Farrah had helped Alice learn so many things: how to lick pussy, how to accept herself, how to detect the subtlest aches in a woman's body to give the perfect massage.
	Here was the next lesson, and probably the most uncomfortable one: that Alice was trapped on the hedonistic treadmill without knowing it. For now, it gave her joy to serve, but soon she would be addicted. Even if it gave Alice no joy, Jocelyn, Delfina, and Miss Zuang would expect her to spend hours on her hands and knees, mouth buried in their laps, hands busy attending to every want or need they could come up with. Alice thought of Farrah's captive clitoris. How the Zuangs had turned her sex drive against her, harnessing it to make her better at satisfying their own bottomless appetites. But what was the solution?
	"We should get back to see if the girls need anything," Farrah finally said.
	Alice was panicked – there had to be some way...
	But then she realized that she had outsmarted Delfina yet again, and for the greatest time.
	"Not yet. Follow me."
	She took Farrah by the hand, and without explaining herself, they went to find the ship's captain. They made quite a sight, coming into the bridge wearing their latex micro bikinis and demanding to talk to the man in charge.
	"Yes, what do you want?" he demanded.
	He was a grizzled Caucasian man: humorless, but not above eyeing Alice and Farrah's bodies as they stood before him. It made Alice blush, but she cast aside that thinking-feeling vortex for the time being.
	"I want you to marry us," she said.
	Farrah couldn't have looked more shocked!
	"Alice, you do not have to do this," Farrah said.
	"Do you want to marry me?"
	Farrah's answer was automatic:
	"Yes, of course, but--"
	"Then let's do it! I will serve out my five year contract with the Zuangs. Then, we can leave and do something else. You can go to school, or work, whatever you want. I will support you."
	Farrah was speechless.
	"Alice, I--"
	"Hold on," the captain said, "you watch too many movies. The ship's captain can't perform marriages on that authority. That's just an old joke."
	Alice was crestfallen. Farrah rubbed her back, thanking her anyway. He didn't make them suffer for long.
	"But, lucky for you, I'm also an officiating minister!" the man said, "and I fully support the rights of teenage lesbians to get married!"
	 He laughed at his own remark, but the first mate didn't even crack a smile.
	"I was willing to sacrifice five years of my life to our mistress for the sake of 'love.' Well, I love you more. I'm willing to give up this entire lifestyle, if it means you will be happy. Just give me five years, and we can do whatever afterwards," Alice explained.
	Farrah smiled so wide that Alice could see all of her teeth – it was the happiest she had ever seen her and it was completely worth whatever happened next.
	"Very well. I accept," the Middle Eastern girl said.
	"Do you have any vows?" the captain asked.
	"We will worry about that later. Just marry us now," Alice said, "because we're not out of the woods yet."
	"Okay, hold on. I actually do need to print out some paperwork to make it legal beagle, I'll be right back."
	"I cannot believe we are doing this!! I love you, Alice!" Farrah said, and they kissed passionately on the bridge, tongues dancing, arms wrapped around each other.
	The captain came back with Miss Zuang in tow, and the entire mood changed.
	"I understand you are about to get married," she said. It was impossible to tell how she felt about it.
	"Yes, mistress," Alice replied.
	"Well. Congratulations," the Chinese woman said, "do you intend to finish out your five year contract with me?"
	Alice nodded her head, and Farrah said that she would stay for that time as well.
	"I have the power to stop you, you know."
	They remained silent.
	"China does not acknowledge the South China sea as international waters. I could have Farrah arrested and sent to conversion therapy for attempting to enter into a gay marriage. Those are very miserable places, rife with abuse. I know of one where the girls must perform oral sex every night to get their food, on men and women both."
	Alice tried to remain steadfast. She could not believe that Miss Zuang would be so cruel. This must have been a bluff, it was so out of character, but they still needed to be careful.
	"Given that I have this bargaining chip, what are you willing to do to get my blessing?"
	"I will let you put a piercing on me, like the one Farrah has," Alice said.
	"A good start. Here is my counter offer," their mistress said.
	"You will need to act as a maid for Delfina and her mother, in addition to working for me. Perhaps one weekend a month, you will go over to their estate. The Paz family has been very vocal about wanting you, and I'm tired of hearing about it. You will do whatever they ask, without complaint. For example, you can expect to spend many hours worshiping Miss Paz's... intimate garden, perhaps with Delfina standing behind carrying her riding crop, to make sure that you perform adequately. Either Delfina or her mother's panties will cover your eyes while you do this. When you finish, they will reverse positions, perhaps several times in succession. They may wish to do this with other friends. Maybe even the girls who work at or patronize Delfina's salon."
	Alice felt weak in the knees – the idea was so wicked that it drove her mad; desire layered upon outrage and disgust. Could she withstand Delfina's cruelty without limits? And what about Miss Paz, who was probably her sadistic mentor? Why was Miss Zuang offering the Paz family this olive branch, when Delfina had just insulted her to her face?
	It was not her place to ask such things.
	"I accept," Alice said.
	"We have a deal, then," Miss Zuang said, shaking Alice's hand.
	"You fascinate me. I wish I had someone in my life who would make sacrifices like that for me. You have my blessing. But I expect the same standard of service from both of you, for the rest of your time working for me. It shouldn't be hard, now that I will have both of your little friends beneath my control."
	Alice and Farrah signed the marriage documents and were given the rest of the day off to celebrate.
	Jocelyn, Anna, Ciara, and even Delfina congratulated them, although Delfina's smile was lupine and a bit frightening. It looked like the brunette girl couldn't wait to have Alice locked away in her mansion waiting on her hand, foot and finger. She might even choose to attend a local college to maximize the sway she would have over the poor blonde girl. But even if Delfina went away, she could afford first class plane tickets for a marathon weekend of sadism and one-sided sapphic worship.
	Alice's hand was tangled in Farrah's full black hair as the girl snaked her tongue across her needy clit – she arched her back for the third time and chanted Farrah's name louder and louder, grabbing the bed sheets in a futile attempt to contain her outburst.
	"FARRAH!!!" Alice screamed, feeling her vision go dark at the edges as the Middle Eastern girl brought her to another powerful orgasm.
	Then it was Farrah's turn, Alice kissing her way down her toned abdomen and stroking her with one finger while she nuzzled the girl's stiff clitoris between both her pouty lips. The sex toy, which had denied and frustrated Farrah for so long, now served a wonderful purpose because Miss Zuang had disabled its teasing and denial programming so they could celebrate their special day.
	At this point, Alice was an expert in bringing pleasure to a woman. She knew the perfect amount of pressure to use; and she knew when to pull back and when to mercilessly assault Farrah's pussy until the girl was gently pushing her head away, embarrassed that she had lost her composure and moaned so loud that the entire yacht surely heard her cries of marital bliss.
	Alice thought of her journey here during their lovemaking: the progression from feeling embarrassed as Jocelyn's pretty toes stroked the bands of her stockings, to late accepting the girl's toe stroking her most intimate area, and wishing she would do it more often. She had changed, and not just in the ways that the Zuangs had wanted her to. New values were impressed upon her: joy in servitude and a self-denial that she welcomed as readily as she did Jocelyn's or Farrah's girlcum going down her throat, except for the bit that stayed on her tongue to remind her of her place in the world. A place at her mistress's side, beneath her feet, between her legs, totally occupied with how to please and entertain all these needy, spoiled women.
	Jocelyn Zuang's maid disappeared suddenly, and it was the greatest thing that could have happened to Alice. She silently reminded herself to thank Delfina for all that she had done to make this happen, although she knew it would only make the girl angry. But the brunette teenager was beautiful in her anger. It was transformative anger, and Alice quivered with anticipation at the thought of being put to use by a mistress much crueler than anything she had seen so far.
	Alice hugged Farrah tight, kissed her on the lips, and drifted off to sleep. Was it her Heaven's Gate that titillated her dreams with visions of stinging welts, searing candle wax, and a mistress who only enjoyed the sorts of games where she was hurting someone? In any event, Alice was enormously thankful that she had become a maid in China, and hoped that every living thing could have a chance to experience such joy.