Blissfully unaware of the horrors that were occurring to the gentle hearted Davy, Maria and I were snuggled naked under a blanket, staring in disbelief at the television set in our sitting room. "I… I can't believe she's went viral already," Maria muttered, tilting her head up to look at me in disbelief.
"I can," I assured her calmly. "It's a wholesome message, and it's being spread by a lot of beautifully naked teen boys and girls. I just can't sort out who has the strongest presence right now — Vicky or her mom! Her mom's like a bulldog, biting the head off anyone who dares talk bad about the *youthful leaders of tomorrow who are making a stand today for equality*."
"I think she's running for office next year," Maria chuckled lightly. "Honestly, I don't think she gives two shits about the student's equality. She's a *I'm better than you* snob through and through, but she's too smart and too optimistic to let this moment in the sun pass her by. She's shooting for name recognition in all her speeches, or at least as many as possible, or haven't you noticed?"
"*I JUST WANT TO START BY SAYING ONE THING FIRST*," I mocked, imitating the video of her giving a speech in front of a slew of reporters. "*I, VERONICA WALKER,* blah blah blah…"
"That's the one," Maria giggled lightly. "Even when her lackey…"
"…The guy from the ACLU, or whatever," I asked, interrupting Maria? "Yeah. It was pretty obvious that she's got her legs wrapped tight around his face. He mentioned her name at least three times when he was giving out his statement to the reporters."
"I think the funniest thing was our Governor's response to the President's statement that he was, *…praying for the local authorities to peacefully resolve the issue before federal officials were called in to the scene to help stop the apportion of images of child pornography amongst the public…*" Maria growled in displeasure recalling the President's words.
"But, the Governor went on live television and responded to him. *Respectfully, Mr. President, this is not child pornography; it's our youth using their bodies to draw attention to a serious issue affecting our nation. Our state applauds the courage of these children to stand up and share the bare naked truth of the conditions they're facing attending one of our public institutions. As for your federal pornography police, I guess they can start with me first as you and them can kiss my…*, and then he dropped he drawers and mooned the camera!"
"Yeah!" I agreed wholeheartedly. "I don't know how well it'll go over at election time, but at least he's a politician with the guts to tell it like it is!"
"I think he's just riding the wave," Maria chuckled slightly. "BLOOMER BURN is a trending topic right now, and anyone who speaks out against it is getting crucified by the public. There's even a TikTok Challenge already, where folks are daring each other to take off their bloomers in public and throw them away, *for equality*. It's all just…"
"BING BONG, DING DONG!" The doorbell interrupted her, causing Maria to look at me quizzically. We never have company visit us!
"BING BONG, DING DONG! DING DONG! DING DONG!" Whoever it was, they were starting to go crazy on the bell!
"I better go check on that." Hopping up, I grabbed the blanket fully off Maria and left her sitting there looking all naked and confused as I wrapped it around myself and rushed down to the entrance. I didn't bother yelling anything stupid like, "Hold on, I'm coming," or such, cause… well… soundproof house!
"Master, I'm home!" The moment I cracked the door to peep out and see who it was, Vicky pushed her way in, dragging several large suitcases on rollers behind her! Rolling right past my bewildered self, Vicky made a beeline straight down the hall and to my room, waltzing in it as if she owned the place!
Blinking stupidly several times, I slowly forced myself to peak my head outside to make certain she didn't have any more bags, or that there was anyone else waiting to come on in and make themselves at home. Sighing with relief to find the steps empty, I hurriedly slammed the door shut and locked it.
"So Master," coming back out of my room just as naked as the day she was born, (and probably with less hair to boot,) Vicky half skipped back down the hall to wrap her arms tightly around my fat waist, before innocently asking, "Is it a house rule for everyone to be naked all the time when they're here? Or is that just something you want from me and Maria? Or…?"
Smart girl! By leaving the question open, she was leaving it up to me to deliberately tell her what I preferred, without trying to force her opinion on the matter. I don't know if it's thanks to Darlene's teachings, or just Vicky's natural talent, but she definitely has the true heart of a slave!
"Come with me," I ordered her, reaching down to firmly squeeze her ass before hobbling around her and back to my room.
"Are you hurt, Master? Is there anything I can lick to make it better?" I didn't have to take more than a few unsteady steps, before Vicky slid her petite body underneath my right arm and helped me back the rest of the way to my bed.
"I'm fine," I assured her, as I sat back on the mattress and relaxed. "I just had an accident with that damn chair…" Using my right hand, I motioned to where it was still laying sideways down in the floor where I'd kicked it, while my left hand gently probed its way inside her soft, warm legs.
"Bad chair!" Opening her legs wide so I could more easily play with her most private area, Vicky charmingly twisted her body to childishly shake her finger at the chair as she scolded it. It was a stunningly brilliant display of her appearing both lewd and innocent somehow at the same time!
"Vicky!" Barking a command to snap her to attention, if took all my willpower to not laugh aloud when she instantly turned back and yelled, "Master, yes Master?!", while moving her arms behind her back and snapping her legs even wider apart than before. Blanking her face as much as possible, apparently *this* almost-windmill pose was what she considered to be "at ready".
Feeling the corners of my face rise up in a smirk uncontrollably, I leaned forward and sucked on her breasts for several moments as my hands roamed freely all across her body.
"PHHHAAAHHH! I needed that!" With both her naturally inverted nipples now standing erect and happily peeking out gently at me, I finally let go of them and gently patted her on the ass. "Go in the closet," I ordered her gently, "before you enter POOF-mode and you can't, and open the second to left, top drawer on the dresser there. That's where we keep a lot of Maria's cutest clothes. Grab you a nice pair of the fishnet stockings out of there."
"Of course, Master!" Turning excitedly, Vicky almost bounced into the closet, like she was going on a treasure hunt.
"While you're in there," I hollered at her, "open the wardrobe on the right and grab a pair of the highest heels that you think you can wear, and one of those cute little frilly maid-style dresses."
"Of course!" The sound of her rummaging around in there only lasted for a few moments, before she scurried out and presented her finds to me. "Are these acceptable, Master?" She reminded me of a dog happily shaking it's tail for its owner after fetching the newspaper in the morning. Her eyes were sparkling and her face was nothing less than a complete smile.
Cherry red platform leather heeled boots… I couldn't help but wonder why the hell she'd grab those! Maria isn't the tallest girl in the world, and she often daydreams about standing high and proud…. Those damn shoes are her "dream shoes", which I'd **NEVER** let her wear as she'd be likely to break her foot off in them! Eight inch platforms raised the front up high off the ground, while the back was sloped to accommodate another massive six inches above that!!
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When I told Vicky to fetch the highest heels that she thought she could wear, I never imagined she'd choose the "murder boots"!!
"Go put those back," I told her, sighing at the damn things. 'Dream shoes', or not, I'm going to have to sneak those damn things in the trash before long. What the hell is it with women and shoes that'll kill them?? "Grab the glossy black sandals instead," I told Vicky, as a compromise. "They're a nice six-inch stiletto with open toes and sides that lace up. They'll go nice with your hose."
"Certainly, Master!" Leaving the hose and dress for me to insect, Vicky scurried back into the closet to swap out shoes.
"Much better," I praised her, when she brought the ones I was asking for back out. "Now, put these on," I ordered, trying not to smirk evilly as I handed her the hose first.
"Yes!" Without trying to hide a thing from my view, Vicky sexily slid one black fishnet stocking up her leg and then the other. "I'm sorry, Master," she apologized. "I forgot the garter!"
"No you didn't," I assured her, leaning forward to tug the gentle straps and clips which held the hose from falling.
"Oh? They connect to the dress itself?" Eyes sparkling, Vicky seemed to be enjoying whatever perverted thoughts she was imagining.
"Nope," I corrected her, unable to contain my soft laughter. "Fufufu.." Tugging the straps up gently, as Vicky stood wide at attention, I opened the first clip up and clamped it lightly on her left labia. (That's her womanly lip down low, for all you non-knowledgeable virgin nobodies reading this. Sorry — I've picked up a bad habit of sometimes using medical terms for things like that, from my habit of taking care of Maria like I do.)
"Ooooohhhhh…" Vicky trembled slightly at the touch of the cool metal against her warm bits, but she didn't complain so apparently the grip wasn't so tight as to actually be painful. Seeing her acceptance of the first, I gently pulled the one up from the other side and clipped it around her right lip.
"You can put the shoes on yourself," I told her, as I played around with undoing the lacy white apron from the front of the maid's uniform. "And then you can hang the uniform up and wear this."
"Yes, Master!" Standing back up in just her heels and hose, Vicky took the dress and apron from me and went back into the closet. When she came back out a moment later, the lacy little apron was already tied in place and dangling seductively in front of her.
"Take care of those," I ordered her, chuckling slightly. "That's going to be your uniform around here from now on!"
"Yes Master!" Bowing low while facing me, Vicky gave me a perfect view inside the top of the apron to her breasts. Holding the respectful position for several seconds, she finally straightened back up and strolled sexily back and forth across the room several times.
"Umu… This might take me a little getting used to," Vicky moaned lightly. "It's tugging and rubbing me with every step I take…"
"I know," I laughed happily. "It's supposed to. Now, let's go catch up with Maria."
"Yes, Master!" Vicky snuggled herself back under my arm to help support my bruised knee as we slowly worked our way back down the hall together.
"You know," I offered her helpfully, "if you need more practice adjusting to those hose, there's some solid pairs in there that match which you can wear to school if you want."
"Master, I would if I could," Vicky sighed softly, "but I've been expelled from the school for starting a riot."
"What?!" Sitting up in the couch, Maria turned to stare wide-eyed over the back of it in our direction. "Are you sure you didn't just get a week long suspended, or something, instead? An expulsion seems rather extreme!"
"Public indecency. Disrupting class schedules. Inciting violence and poor moral manners. Ignoring and disobeying authoritative figures. Inciting a riot. Umm…. Inappropriate and vulgar language. Umm… Several more things," Vicky shrugged nonchalantly, obviously not giving a flying shit. "Mother's already filed an appeal to the school district, and she's got a lawyer working up papers to sue for infringement of my civil rights and discriminatory application of the rules."
"According to her," Vicky giggled lightly, as she helped me ease back down on to the couch beside Maria, "unless they punish EVERY student who tossed their bloomers in the trash bin publicly, they can't punish ME either. If they're not expelling others for streaking around the school, how can they punish me for pulling a bra out from under my dress?"
"Mother's already got plans to whittle their charges down individually. The more things they charge me with, the more targets there are to shoot holes into," Vicky explained cheerfully, kneeling down at my feet and kissing my knee lightly where it was swollen. "Since they've canceled school for the rest of this week, that gives her until Monday to sort things out."
"Wow…. Just wow!" Shaking her head in disbelief, Maria looked completely flabbergasted. "So…. How does all that lead up to you ending up here?" Maria asked questioningly, unable to see any obvious connection.
"It's actually Mother's idea," Vicky giggled happily. "Well, not *here* in particular," she clarified, smirking ecstatically. "Mother just mentioned that things might get a little wild and hectic at our house, and she asked if I had a friend's place I might want to stay at for a little while, to rest under the radar. I told her about Maria and how this was a musician's place and soundproof and well off the main road, and that's how I ended up here.
"Mom's downstairs working out permission and some sort of rent and boarding agreement for me, for the next few months if necessary, she said. And until this all blows over, I'm supposed to lay low, stay indoors away from the public's view, and keep my studies up on my own. If worst comes to worst, I'll just end up getting a G.E.D. instead of a diploma when it comes time to graduate."
"Well… I guess that explains a few things…" Mumbling to herself, Maria drifted off in her thoughts alone for several long minutes before finally smiling and remembering to say, "Welcome home then, I guess!"