The Masquerade

[thesteedman]

The Baroness pouted after Lola made her request, a slight cross of wires as it were before the Baroness realised she was not included in the 'three'. She managed a small giggle, watching as Melissa had clearly taken Lola's fancy. She was certainly not against loaning her out for the evening... or the night. It was not unwise to keep her friends and allies happy, and the Baroness had no doubt Lola would repay in kind when the timing was right. Still... she feigned a look of sadness, pouting her lips and blowing her cheeks ever so slightly before muttering and tuting in French. She let the brief act drop when that dark smirk found its way upon her lips.
"When you said all three of us, I thought I was being invited. Such a shame. That said, this home of mine is yours for the night. There is a few of the guests staying tonight, but naturally I reserved the best room in the manor for you. It is more than sizable enough to house you, my darling Melissa and also your little fighter over there." The Baroness would speak, leaning back.

"Since Kaylah is free for the night, should you need any service, she will tend to your every need. I have a feeling you will probably not have use for her though." The Baroness added, finishing her drink before a Maid promptly arrived and took her glass, replacing it with a fresh one that was filled. Melissa was still trying to catch her breath, held firmly between the bare legs of Lola, but offered some small reprieve given she was not being crushed in a vice like grasp by them.
"And there she is... quite a display for an amateur upon the oil wrestling scene. Dare I say, you must have some experience in the ring." The Baroness spoke, giving a small elegant aplause as Sophia approached. By now Sophia had a towel, patting herself down to try and rid herself of the oils clinging to her form. The towel only did so much however, leaving a glisten upon her remarkable body. The Baroness could only drink in her form, biting on her lower lip, jealous of how Lola was able to tame such a beast of a woman.

"I suppose I was fortunate." Sophia spoke softly, trying to lean more into the British side of her accent, hoping to mask who she was from those who might be listening. The Baroness already knew, that much was obvious. Either she had figured it out merely by looking upon her form... probably her midriff knowing the Baroness, or Lola had simply told her. Either way it did not matter... the Baroness was playing along, for the time being.
"Nonsense! I know a predator when I see one. A shame you must retire for the night. I certainly enjoyed your performance mystery girl. I implore that you not be a stranger to these grounds or my presence... You'll look out for Lola for me I imagine." The Baroness teased, giving Sophia a wink before she turned to Lola, leaning in to give her a soft kiss upon her cheek.

"Please don't break my Maid. No doubt I will see you in the morning." The Baroness whispered, humming pleasantly as she slid a caressing hand over Lola's stomach.

[BlackAkuma]

Lola saw that flicker of disappointment in the Baroness’ eyes, and she was sorely tempted to amend her request and ask that the Baroness join them. As coy as the two played it, she did respect the woman - as much as she could respect anyone - and the last thing she would want to do was run afoul of her in her own home, at her own party. Her preference from a private affair had less to do with denying the Baroness and more to do with a spot of greed. What she had planned would work better with a more private touch.

Fortunately, her host acquiesced to her request in short order. Even more than that - apparently, her request had been anticipated, and the best room in the house would be hers. ”Such a gracious host. I’m honored.” And for once, she meant that.

She enjoyed the feel of Melissa between her legs for a few more moments, before finally unclasping her legs and giving the maid some time to stand up and fully breath - a small mercy, but one she would happily give. After all, she would need the woman in good shape for what she had in mind. Relatively speaking. She turned to the side and looked on as the Baroness and Sophia conversed, with their hostess doing the bare minimum to hide her lust. No doubt she would love to switch places with Lola, which was a pleasure she would happily grant - just not tonight.

She could invite the Baroness to her humble apartment one night. There was an idea to file for later.

She returned the Baroness’ smile as the woman moved close, as she slid a hand over her stomach, Lola did the same for her, feeling those finely-tuned abs. No doubt, they were both sharing similar fantasies about the other at that moment. ”Oh, don’t worry.” Lola’s eternal smile stretched a couple of inches. ”I don’t intend to even touch her.”

She let those cryptic words hang in the air as she motioned for Kaylah to come over. The woman looked like she would rather punch a hole straight through Lola’s face, but after a quick glance towards her mistress, she came over and dutifully bowed her head. ”How may I serve you?”

”Would you be so kind as to show us to the room that’s been prepared?” She stepped to the side and locked arms with Sophia again, possessively pulling her along. ”We’d like to retire for the night.”

There was a flash of anger on Kaylah’s face - raw, brimming hatred - but she kept it in check, staying true to her profession. ”Of course.” Her shoulders slackened and she turned on her heel, leading them along. ”This way.”

[thesteedman]

Slowly, Kaylah began to lead the trio of women from the heart of the party. Lola and the Baroness had said their good byes with the music slowly dying off as they ventured deeper into the manor. Sophia felt out of place, she walked barefoot on a soft and lush carpet, her scantily clad form glistening from the excess of oil she had moments ago been forced to wrestle in. Her shawl was barely hanging on, hanging low at her hips to reveal all of her enthralling and now well-oiled midriff. Her bikini outfit selected by Lola herself was damp with the same oils, whilst her hair was now slightly unkempt, giving her something of a savage yet captivating look from wrestling with the Baroness' head Maid. Kaylah herself was in a similar predicament, her flawless skin reflecting the lights of the manor as she guided the 'honourable' guests along with the selected Maid of the night, Melissa. Melissa herself looked a little meek. She was all too aware of Kaylah's displeasure of the situation. She kept her head down and tried to look small.

They passed by a few Maids working the night shift, no doubt glad to be out of the sight of their mistress on such a night when her passions would run high. If she were to collect a Maid for tonight, it would be one of those in her vicinity, forced to wear a masquerade mask and little else. A few glanced at Kaylah on the sly, seeing her own mask removed, no doubt cast from the party... whilst some looked towards Melissa, seeing that she still gained the short straw, as Lola was fast becoming known on the Manor grounds for sharing similar interests to the head of the estate. They dare not let their gaze linger, returning to their duties, aware that Kaylah could still scold them. Though humiliated at the party, in the Manor she still held significant authority above the rest. They were spared no doubt at this moment simply because she was completing a duty.

"You mentioned nothing of staying the night. You said we would attend the party and then we would return home." Sophia dared to speak, grasping her right arm with her left hand. All at once, she actually missed being in the public eye despite the risks should her mask slip. There had been much and more to distract Lola whilst there, meaning it gave Sophia a chance to breathe without Lola always so up close and personal with her. Those distractions did not seem to last long enough, before her path trailed back to Sophia once more... As hard as it was to admit it... Sophia had been hoping that Lola would slink off into a room with this Maid in tow and forget about her for a night. It was not exactly a heroic thought to possess, but Lola was certainly getting to her, crushing her will in more ways than one.

"You also risked exposing me... if Kaylah had won she would have had my mask. Everyone would have seen me!" Sophia added with venom. She did not care about Kaylah and Melissa being present as she knew they would not share the secret. They did not even know how she was after all. Lola had certainly been playing with fire in that regard. All that kept Sophia Wolfe obedient to her was the promise not to expose the tape or reveal the situation they were in. Kaylah could have very much claimed victory... in that circumstance, and having already lost everything, Sophia would have went straight to Lola. That said... Lola was not soft, and Sophia hated to admit it but Lola no doubt made a very safe bet. As strong as Kaylah is, and as well versed in the oils she was... she had been wrestling for some time before Sophia's arrival. Sophia detected it when they struggled... fatigue was setting in to Kaylah. Had Sophia been her first opponent in the oils... it would have been very different.

Still... Sophia did not want to admit Lola's intellect, as ever present as it was for all things devious.

[BlackAkuma]

Lola had always thought people who stayed at AirBnBs were silly, never understanding the preference over simply finding a good hotel - it seemed odd to leave your home only so you could stay at someone else’s. But, as she traipsed through the Renault estate with Kaylah leading the way, the appeal suddenly made so much more sense to her - it was all about the illusion. Pretending, even for a few days, that you lived in a place that you could never afford, that you were a class above. A powerful fantasy, and one she had no shame indulging in for a few hours, herself.

Leave it to Sophia to spoil the moment.

Sure enough, the woman began her kvetching once they were away from the crowds, voicing her misgivings about the whole situation. So tepid, this one. While Lola knew little of Katherine Hart, by all accounts she was an outgoing energetic sort, and she had a hard time imaging her putting up with such a wilting wallflower. If anything, the busty catwoman should be thanking her for doing something to loosen her girlfriend up and remove the perpetual stick from her ass.

”I changed my mind. Woman’s prerogative.” She dismissed Sophia’s concerns with a wave of the hand, not caring about any verbal agreement she’d made in the slightest. If the woman really thought that pointing out her earlier words was enough to change her mind, then she truly didn’t understand how this relationship worked. ”And you need to stop worrying. You’re an attractive woman at a party. Not a big scandal. Besides…” She placed a hand on Sophia’s shoulder and leaned in to whisper heated words. ”I had faith.”

Lola caught Kaylah casting a quick glance Sophia’s way with the slightest of glares, as if she were contemplating something, but she kept whatever she was thinking to herself and moved on, silent and stoic as they ventured deep into the maw of the beast.

[thesteedman]

In truth... Sophia should have known better than to expect Lola to keep to her word. Yet the notion of staying the night in the Baroness' mansion came with grave concerns. Sophia suspected the Baroness already knew who she was, by the dark looks she gave her and the less than subtle choice of words... The German was all too aware that the Baroness wanted her between her thighs for a while, she was just too cowardly to take her on in the ring was Sophia's assumption. A part of it felt such a shame... The Baroness was no doubt amongst the upper echelon when it came to wrestling talent, certainly good enough to challenge for the title against the right opponent. The Baroness did not need to cheat or bend the rules to win, she had the raw talent and power to do so on her own accord... yet she always relied on her Maids. Her fighting style was wasteful, yet she used her strength and wits remarkably well. Sophia would love the chance to take her on one on one, knowing she would be a good match... it was just a shame she was the way she was... so twisted and obsessed with inflicting hurt on others for her own lust.

Now Sophia was in her home... what was to stop the Baroness slipping into Lola's room? There was the realisation that Lola herself would even welcome her arrival. The two of them got on with each other, which shouldn't have come as a surprise given both liked to use their legs for nefarious purposes. Sophia all but flinched when Lola placed her hand upon her shoulder, leaning in to whisper with a sense of wanting in her tone. Lola was a different beast compared to the Baroness... similar in spirit to be certain, but very different in her approach. Sophia began to wonder if Lola was actually worse. She had drugged her after all, forced and placed her into a compromising position before making a faux tape that possessed terrible implication for Sophia.

It was why she was here now... a prisoner to Lola and her twisted ways.
"I was fortunate... Kaylah was already exhausted, or she might have threatened me." Sophia whispered, all too aware her lack of experience on the oils should have been her downfall tonight. Sophia added no more than that... She felt a small semblance of pity for Kaylah who seemed to be getting the short end of the straw.
"Why... are we bringing another Maid?" Sophia would then dare to ask, aware that Melissa was tailing with her head facing the ground.

[BlackAkuma]

At Sophia’s words, Lola managed something that was rare for her - a laugh. More often, she kept her expressions soft and subtle, and the best that anyone could get out of her was a giggle, a soft sound under her breath. This was a full-throated noise. A quick burst, sure, but far louder than usual.

She reigned herself in soon enough, however, and smirked Sophia’s way. Lola cast a gaze behind them, but quickly brought her face forward again and resumed her stoic, silent march. ”Mosca, she is threatening you. Nonverbally. This isn’t the last time you’re going to see Kaylah, believe me. I know that look.” Indeed, she did. She’d seen it on the faces of a hundred women in her time, all of whom wished to do very bad things to her, but would never have the chance. ”Isn’t that right, Kaylah?”

The head maid said nothing, acting as if she didn’t hear a single word - which, frankly, spoke volumes by itself. It wasn’t much longer before they reached their destination, anyway, with Lola declining to answer Sophia’s question for the time being, save for mischievous wink. ”You’ll see. Patience.”

Their tour came to a stop in front of a pair of ornate doors, which Kaylah promptly swung open for them to enter. ”The facilities are yours for the evening. Please, use them as you see fit. Should you require any services, I or another maid will be waiting outside.”

Lola happily skipped inside with their unwilling guest right behind her. When Sophia passed, however, Kaylah leaned forward, just quick enough to whisper her way. ”She’s not wrong.” Her face remained cold and placid, the same taciturn stance she’d held for the past few minutes, but there was no ignoring the heat in her voice.

[thesteedman]

Sophia stopped at that, the subtle threat from Kaylah bringing her pause. She had felt awful at the time having been pitted against her in the oil wrestling ring. As she already stated herself, Kaylah had no doubt been wrestling for some time, far from her best having taken on so many challengers for the approval of her Baroness. Sophia, even in a style of match largely unknown to her, was still a cut above the rest, a significant challenge for a woman who had already been tested in the ring. Lola seemed to know this, the game was stacked when she unleashed her ploy, all at the expense of Kaylah who was now demasked and removed from the party to serve Lola and her whims. Sophia had felt awful... but that shifted suddenly when Lola all but pointed at the obvious, only to be confirmed by the little threat.

Perhaps Sophia had been in the presence of Lola for too long, but what happened did not sit well with her. In her pause before entering the room she turned to look upon Kaylah, feeling the anger and spite in her words. There was something within Sophia's eyes that had not been seen before, even beyond the masquerade mask concealing her features.
"Kaylah... Fetch me an ice cold glass of water if you would." Sophia addressed, her tone returning to that of the cold calculated Sophia she used to be. "You... not another Maid. They cannot be trusted with such an important task. It is most important it is ice cold. I want you to be here when I am ready for it. If the ice melts in that time... I would advise you go and fetch more. I cannot bare to have the temperature drop when I will need refreshment..." Sophia added with a sense of spite.

There was a moment’s pause as Sophia decided to hold her stare. After the day she was having, her patience was finally threadbare. It was awful enough she had to spent a night in this Mansion with all its dangers, accompanying Lola who had who knows what ambitions in store for her. Threats from Kaylah were the last straw. When the moment had sunk in enough, Sophia moved into the unknown, closing the door behind her. She braced herself for what was next... She knew nothing good would come of the next few hours, but it was the immediate future that concerned her... all too aware Lola no doubt would have noticed that exchange. Already, Sophia's hands were clenched into fists... part of her hated what she just did, it wasn't exactly heroic... but another part of her felt something else... vindication?

[BlackAkuma]

Now, this was luxury.

Lola had often fantasized about spending the night in a room like this, and while she had been to swanky digs in her adult life, she had never quite reached these heights, even at her best. It was almost a shame she had to go back to her apartment after this, as much as she rather liked the place. It didn’t even come close to comparing.

She spun about, eager to see Sophia’s reaction, only to see her instead interacting with Kaylah. A hint of worry crossed her face, fearing that the two of them might start something and turn this night into a more complicated affair than she wanted it to be, but those fears were assuaged when she stepped forward and heard what the blonde was saying.

Her eyebrow perked up as Sophia took on a tone she had never heard from the woman. Gone was that weary complacency, replaced by something with more edge, more bite, as if Kaylah was nothing more than a servant to be pushed around. The way she so easily took the role was interesting, too - Lola suspected this was not the first time.

For a hot, fiery second, Kaylah looked as if she might pull Sophia’s head clean off her shoulders, but she relented after a moment and calmed herself, giving them a flat stare. ”As you wish.” She was doing her best to compose herself, but there was a growl under her breath. [color=#0000000]”And you, mistress Lola?”[/color]

”Mm. Tequila. If you have it. On the rocks.”

Kaylah gave them both a grim nod and scuttled off, as Lola closed the door behind her and stepped Sophia’s way. She reached out and put her arm around the German’s waist to bring them together, wanting to feel her body against her own. ”You’ve been holding out on me. Where did that come from?”

[thesteedman]

Sophia had expected a reaction from Lola after her exchange with Kaylah. Perhaps a smirk, or maybe a raised eyebrow along with some mocking comment… something to acknowledge that Sophia had taken control of the moment. But this? Sophia gasped as Lola came in, wearing a hunger within her eyes, This slow, purposeful approach from Lola took her off guard. Before Sophia could even step away from the door, Lola was already closing in, body language moving sensually and carrying intent. Her arm slid around Sophia’s waist, squeezing and possessive, and before the German could move or respond, she felt herself being pushed back until her shoulders met the door behind her with a firm thud.

Sophia’s breath caught in her throat as she felt Lola’s bare stomach press tightly against her own. A slow, sensual grind followed, smooth, sending an involuntary shiver up Sophia's spine as she winced and turned her head. The softness of the moment contrasted starkly with the unmistakable strength in Lola’s arm, which locked her in place whilst Lola grinded up close, making sure her chest meshed against Sophia's whilst her legs all but entwined together. Sophia tried to gain a semblance of control, but Lola was on her, that hunger clear in her eyes. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She had set the tone with Kaylah, trying to establish command through a loss of patience and nothing else. She knew Lola would respond... but it was never her intent to turn her on like this...

Sophia wanted to lean away but there was nowhere to go. The solid door was behind her and Lola’s legs were already brushing against hers, their thighs sliding just enough to make retreat feel not only futile but impossible. The warmth between them was unbearable. Her abs tensed reflexively, as if trying to hold the line, but Lola’s grind only deepened in return, her tormentor savouring every contraction.
“I... I was done with her.” Sophia whispered, though her voice was slightly quieter and nervous than she desired given how much command she possessed seconds ago. “I was not going to take threats from an underling of the Baroness.”

She hoped that the answer might satisfy Lola. But deep down, she feared it might only excite Lola more. The way her hand curled tighter around her waist… the way her breath traced against her own lips with Lola driving her form up against her own. A part of her did wonder however... if what Lola was doing was a response to Sophia. It was the first time she had shown aggression in her presence... Fire. Now Lola was upon her... was she trying to smother that fire? Keep her complacent?

[BlackAkuma]

From the moment Lola saw Sophia, she found the woman to be attractive. That body, that hair, those muscles, that skin. Maybe it was simply because she hadn't seen too many woman like this where she’d come from, but such a rare beauty had drawn her right away. She was a captivating figure, and even if their first night together hadn't gone the way it had, she would’ve still found herself gravitating towards the fighter.

But seeing her command Kaylah like that, watching her take charge - for the first time, Lola felt truly drawn to the woman, craving Sophia in a way that made her senses tingle. It was like watching a lioness on the prowl, a hint of wh4700c14700c1at she could truly be if she only pressed herself, if she only seized her potential. Tempting, daring, deadly…

And then it was gone.

Lola stepped away and groaned Sophia slipped back into her meek, her voice overtaken by a quiet nervousness, as if she was afraid of the words that had come out of her mouth. She took a moment to rub her temples, then reached out and put a finger to the woman’s mouth before anything else could slip out.

”Stop. Just stop.” She pulled her finger away and put a hand on her hip as she stepped back and kicked off her shoes, wanting to feel the plush carpet on her bare feet. ”You beat her. She should be afraid of you. You should be commanding her. Nothing wrong with that. Stop acting like there is.”

Lola strolled over to a plush leather chair and plopped down on it, getting comfortable as she faced the other two women. She propped her chin up on her fist for a moment, thinking, then softened as her ideas took shape. She had been contemplating the best way to go about this, and now she knew. ”Sit on the bed. Both of you.”