Having the penthouse apartment all to themselves could be a lot of fun apparently, and Kate was charmed by the way Hildy giggled and carried on. They were on their own now, since both Margalo Fitch and Inez Bellamy had gone off together to spend the night at some party. And precocious child that she was, dear little Hildy had run from room to room examining everything and going into raptures over the sheer luxury of the place. Even now she was in the big bedroom marveling over the vast array of cosmetics on the dressing table.
"Does she really use all this junk, Kate?"
"Not all. Most of it, though. And it's not just ordinary stuff, either, some of it is theatrical make-up. Would you care to try a little and put on a grown-up look?"
"I-I wouldn't know how. Sounds like fun, though."
"Want me to make you up? I'm an expert."
"Oooh, would you? Where shall I sit? This okay?" A picture of exuberant youth in her tight-fitting jeans and T-shirt, Hildy parked herself on the bench and tilted her face up. "All right, make me look glamorous."
Kate went to work on the pretty face. It needed no such help, as far as she was concerned – the sweet unspoiled beauty of the darling child was enough. But just for a lark, well, a good job was cared for. And soon she became engrossed in the project and let her imagination run wild, smearing the cosmetics on with a lavish but artistic hand. Hildy's eyes fascinated her especially, the soft brown doe-eyes with a slight slant, excellent material for the hand of any artist.
Squirming on the bench, the youngster tried to get a better view of her reflection. "Hey, what's that you're doing to me? Aren't you about finished yet?"
"Almost. But no fair peeking until it's done. I'm giving you an oriental look."
"Oh. I've already got that. The kids at school used to say I looked Chinese. Because of my eyes."
"Well, you've never looked this Chinese. There now, the final touch. Like an empress, practically. Or something like that, anyway. Only those jeans and that T-shirt hardly fit the picture, I must say. Want to take them off?"
"Aw, you just want to get me naked. You want to be my lesbian cuntlapper again, right?"
"Silly…" Kate took the girl's hand. "Come, dear, I'll help you undress. And then you can look at yourself in the big mirror, the one over there. I'll even arrange the lights for you."
"Okay. You talked me into it. But just don't try anything funny, you hear? At least not yet."
Kate drew the window draperies and adjusted the lamps to focus upon the huge full-length triple mirror. Then, carefully, she managed to pull the T-shirt off without damaging the fresh make-up. The delicate young breasts made her mouth water, but she forced herself to finish the undressing chore. "All right, sweetie, you can take a look at my masterpiece."
"Wow!"
"How do you like it?"
Nude in front of the mirror, Hildy frowned at her image. "It makes me look so mean…"
That was true, Kate realized, the exaggerated slant of the eyes turned the sweet young face into something cruel, almost. Cruel and yet terribly exciting somehow, and she felt a sensuous thrill ripple the length of her spine.
"Well, you know how it was with those Chinese empresses, darling. They were all pretty mean."
"Is that so? Okay, I'll be mean too, then. But I ought to have long fingernails now, huh? Kate, can you really do anything about that?"
"I can give you fake ones. The kind you paste on."
"No. I'm serious about this. I bite my nails and Aunt Inez keeps nagging about it. I want to let them grow."
"Oh. Well, I'll help you all I can. But let's not spoil our fun with that now, hmm? You look so beautiful standing there. A beautiful little empress."
"I'm too short, though. With make-up like this, I should be wearing shoes. The kind with heels."
"Umm… yes, that's true. And I don't have any that would fit you, I'm afraid. Tell you what maybe we can go shopping sometime soon and, I'll buy you a pair."
"Oh, you don't have to spend your money on…"
"It will give me pleasure, darling. We're friends, aren't we? Can't a friend buy a little gift for a friend? A pair of shoes for your pretty feet, that's all."
"You-you think my feet are pretty? I know you go for my pussy, sure – but my feet?"
Kate tensed. This was one of those opportunities, too good to miss. Maybe the special caress that ex cited her mistress would have the same effect on Hildy. And certainly the child did have lovely little feet, cute and kissable. Why not pursue the issue to its logical conclusion?
"I think your feet are very pretty. Pretty enough to kiss, even. I'd do it, too, if you'll let me." Smiling merrily, Kate sank to her knees. "Shall I, darling? May I kiss your pretty feet?"
There was a moment of hesitation. Then, in a voice that was like a puzzled mumble, "If you want to…"
Kate's head went low. In a deep crouch, she pressed her lips to the smooth skin. The tiny toes wiggled. One foot came up slowly as Hildy balanced on the other.
"Oooh, that feels funny."
"Ummm…" Kate's mouth opened wide. "You-you really like doing that?"
The reaction was somewhat disappointing to Kate; the youngster didn't seem at all excited, merely curious. But it was too soon to be certain, of course; and she continued the caress, sucking the cute little toes into her mouth. Laving between them with her tongue. Trying to excite her oriental empress…
"Hey, that tickles." Then, abruptly, "Is that all you want to do, just kiss my feet?"
Sudden delirium seized Kate. She kissed upward, moving over the slender ankles, the youthfully sculptured calves, the dimpled knees – how soft they felt to her lips! Ah yes, and now the marvelous young thighs, slim and dainty and sweet-scented and leading to that small silky tuft of hair, red-gold and glistening now in the concentrated lamplight…
"You gonna lap my cunt?"
"Umm… may I?"
"It's a good thing you asked."
"Eh?"
"Sometimes I'm not in the mood, you know? I'm not a lesbian like you are, Kate. So always ask first, huh?"
"Of course, darling. I'm asking now. Will you let me be your lesbian cuntlapper?"
"Yeah. Do it!"
Kate moved swiftly. Lips welcomed her, the moist young lips of a moist young vagina. Murmuring ecstatically, she kissed the lips and then went between them into the silk-fringed tightness, the hollow that closed upon her tongue. She heard purring noises from above, gleeful little gurgles that added to her intoxication. Somehow she managed to strain her neck to see the mirror image, a show in itself, the oriental face, so cruel, the face of a haughty Chinese empress – and that other thing down there on her knees, a nothing thing, there only to serve and beg for the privilege of serving. A slavish creature sucking, sucking…
"Oooh! I'm close. Make it happen!"
"Darling!"
"Don't talk, just do it, you cuntlapper!"
"Mmm…" And with a frantic effort that was tempered only by the need to please her pretty tyrant, Kate sucked the precious little pussy to a climax…
Later, still nude and in make-up, Hildy returned to the subject of the bitten fingernails. The idea of a cure had become rather an obsession with her, evidently. "You said you'd help me, Kate. And I really do want to stop biting them – for myself as much as for Aunt Inez."
"I understand. Well, there are different ways to…"
"Never mind that. I don't want explanations, I just want action. What's the quickest way?"
"Tie your hands, I suppose. That usually works. But I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing to you, honeybunch, it would be too uncomfortable."
"Behind my back you mean, huh?"
"Uh-huh. So you can't get at them."
"I wonder how it would feel."
"Not very nice, I'm afraid. You'd probably get upset and make me untie you right away."
"Could be. But let's try it, hmm? Just to see what it's like. Maybe I won't mind so much."
"Well… sometime, perhaps."
"Why not right now? Come on, Kate, be a sport and tie me up. Let's just see what happens. I don't feel nervous with you. And that's the main reason I bite my nails – because I'm nervous, you know? Especially when someone tries to boss me around. Only you never do that, so I feel okay with you."
"Thank you, dear, that's quite a compliment. I guess we really are friends now. And in that case…"
"You'll do it? Huh? Please?"
How could anyone resist such a charming plea!
Kate foraged and found a silk scarf and used it to bind Hildy's wrists, careful to avoid hurting her. And for the next hour or so, giggling happily, the youngster pranced around with hands behind her back. Eventually, however, nature took its course and she trotted off to the bathroom.
Then, a few minutes later, "Kate?"
"Yes, dear."
"Come in, will you? I guess you'll have to untie me."
Kate grinned at the sight. "Why? Are you uncomfortable? Does the binding bother you?"
"Nope. But I just… well… you know…"
"Come now, that's no reason to quit. You haven't chewed your nails for over an hour; why spoil our success? Just spread your legs, darling, and I'll do it for you."
"Huh?"
"I'll wipe your pussy."
"You mean it?"
Kate shrugged and tore a few sheets of toilet tissue from the roll. She bent over, and to the accompaniment of hilarious squeals of laughter, proceeded to wipe the moisture away. After a moment she knelt down and leaned closer in order to do an even more thorough cleansing job.
"There now. Nice and clean again."
"Wow! You know something? That makes having my hands tied almost worthwhile."
"You like Kate's brand of service, eh?"
"I'll say. Mmm, I can feel your breath down there. It's tickling me. I'm getting hot all over again."
"Oh? Shall I do something about it?"
"Uh-huh. Let me up. We'll go to the bedroom and…"
"No. I won't let you up. You're my prisoner. You're my darling little prisoner of love. And I'm going to suck you right here. Your darling little cunt."
"Kate!"
"Ummm…"
"Okay then, if that's what you want. Suck it, suck it, suck my darling little pussy cunt!"