The servants' quarters of the mansion were a cozy place, a room tucked away with matching furniture and a warm, lived-in feel.
The air smelled faintly of lavender detergent and cigarette smoke as Clara burst through the door, her footsteps a quick
tap, tap on the tiled floor, her face flushed crimson with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She clutched the basket of linens she'd been carrying, setting it down with a loud clack and thud on the wooden table where Lily and Hannah were lounging.
"G-uys…" Clara said, her voice high-pitched and trembling, her cheeks burning as she stood there, a wide, giddy smile spreading across her face.
Lily, leaning back in a creaky chair with a cigarette dangling between her fingers, raised an eyebrow, exhaling a thin stream of smoke. "What is it now, Clara?" she asked, her tone casual but tinged with amusement, her eyes narrowing as she studied Clara's flustered expression.
Clara clasped her hands together, practically bouncing on her toes. "I just saw… Miss Elizabeth and that Ezra guy in the kitchen…" she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, her eyes wide with scandalized delight.
Lily chuckled, tapping ash into a small tray on the table. "Oh, nice. Sounds like they're having a good time together, huh?" she said, her voice laced with a knowing smirk as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.
"Yeah, truly," Hannah added, glancing up from folding a stack of towels, "Not surprised. Miss Elizabeth's got a way of keeping things… lively."
Clara's blush deepened, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her apron as she leaned closer, her voice dropping even lower. "Yeah… but… but… it was so hot to see..them in that position." she said, her eyes darting to the ceiling as if she could still see the scene playing out. "The way Miss Elizabeth had Ezra's face between her legs… he was sucking her pussy so loudly, with two fingers thrusting inside her, and he kept sucking her clit like it was a lollipop. And Elizabeth's face… oh, she was feeling it, all flushed and moaning…" Clara trailed off, her voice dreamy, her body swaying slightly as if she were caught in her own heat. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
Hannah groaned, rolling her eyes as she set down a towel with a sharp thud. "Calm it down already, Clara," she said, her tone exasperated..
Lily laughed, taking another drag of her cigarette before pointing it at Clara. "Yeah, at least this means we'll get a break for a bit," she said, her smirk widening. "Miss Elizabeth's too busy to notice if we slack off for an hour."
Hannah nodded, standing up and pulling her phone from her apron pocket. "Yep, I'm gonna call my boyfriend and catch up," she said, already scrolling through her contacts. "Might as well make use of the free time."
Lily stubbed out her cigarette and leaned back, stretching her arms above her head. "And I'm gonna rest," she said, kicking her feet up onto a nearby stool. "Been on my feet all morning."
Clara blinked, looking between them, her hands still fidgeting with her apron. "What should I do then?" she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and eagerness, her cheeks still pink from her vivid recounting.
Lily grinned, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You rest too, like Miss Elizabeth probably told you. Or, you know, go out and get yourself a boyfriend. Find someone to suck your pussy like that," she teased, her tone playful but blunt.
"Ahhh… urghh…" Clara's face turned an even deeper shade of red, her mouth falling open in a mix of shock and embarrassment. She covered her face with her hands, letting out a dramatic groan that was more comical than upset. "You guys are awful!" she squeaked.
Hannah laughed, shaking her head as she dialed her boyfriend's number. "You walked right into that one, Clara," she said, her voice warm with teasing as she stepped toward the door for some privacy.
"You must've got real excited watching that, tell me Clara, are you wet in between of your legs? huh?" Lily asked, chuckling as she leaned back, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Come on, Clara, don't lie. You were practically drooling over it."
"Urghh… I…" Clara stammered, her hands flying to her face, covering her cheeks as they burned even hotter.
She couldn't find the words, her embarrassment confirming the truth in Lily's teasing.
"I'm going!" she blurted, her voice high-pitched and flustered. "You guys are gonna keep bullying me!" With a quick spin, she bolted for the door, her footsteps a rapid clack and thud as she dropped her basket on the table and fled the room.
Lily burst out laughing, shaking her head as she watched Clara disappear.
"What a girl…" she muttered, letting out a long, amused sigh. "Sighhh…" She leaned back further, closing her eyes.
Out in the hallway, Clara slowed her pace, her breath coming in heavy puffs as she pressed a hand to her chest, trying to calm her racing heart.
"They say anything that comes to their mind…" she mumbled to herself, her voice a mix of indignation and embarrassment. She adjusted her apron, smoothing it down as she walked, her cheeks still pink. But then she froze, her toes barely touching the floor as a burst of laughter drifted from the main hall, coming from the dining area nearby. The voices were unmistakable—Elizabeth's playful giggle and Ezra's warm, easy tone.
Clara crept closer, her curiosity getting the better of her again, and peeked around the corner of the wall, her face flushing as she caught sight of them.
The dining room was grand, with a long mahogany table set under a glittering chandelier, the pop music still playing softly in the background.
Elizabeth sat across from me, her silk gown loosely tied, her dark hair falling over one eye as she leaned forward, a plate of steaming pasta in front of her.
"Hehe, truly," Elizabeth said, her voice light and teasing as she twirled a forkful of pasta, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"I told you, didn't I?" I said, setting his fork down, my tone straightforward but warm. "You're a great cook, Elizabeth. This is amazing."
Elizabeth rolled her eyes, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she leaned back in her chair, her tone turning serious. "Come on now, I just threw it together on a whim because we needed something to do after… well, you know." She raised an eyebrow.
I laughed, shaking my head as I took another bite. "Still, great cooking is great cooking," I said, my eyes locking on hers, my voice firm but kind.
I paused, noticing a strand of her dark hair falling over her eye, and leaned forward across the table, my hand gently brushing it aside to tuck it behind her ear. "Can't hide that pretty face," I teased, my fingers lingering for a moment.
Elizabeth's cheeks flushed slightly, a soft smile breaking through her serious facade.
Clara, still peeking from behind the wall, felt her face burn hotter, her heart racing as she watched the easy, intimate exchange. Her hands gripped the edge of her apron, her eyes wide as she took in the scene, completely unnoticed by the pair at the table.
"You sure know how to flatter a woman, don't you?" Elizabeth teased, her voice light and warm as she twirled her fork in her pasta, her gaze fixed on me.
I chuckled, shaking my head as I swallowed a bite, the flavors bursting on my tongue. "It's nothing like that," I said, meeting her eyes with a straightforward grin. "I'm just telling the truth. You're good at this, Elizabeth. Cooking, looking gorgeous, all of it." I gestured to the plate.
She laughed softly, a sound that filled the room with warmth.
"I see," she said, her smile widening as she reached for a bottle of red wine on the table. She poured it into two crystal glasses, the deep crimson liquid catching the light as she slid one toward me. "Here, let's make it a proper meal."
"Thank you," I said, taking the glass and raising it toward her. "Cheers," I added, my voice light as I held her gaze.
"Cheers," Elizabeth echoed, her glass clinking gently against mine, the sound sharp and bright in the quiet dining room.
As we both took a sip, her eyes flicked to the left, catching a glimpse of Clara peeking from behind the wall. The young maid's wide eyes and flushed cheeks were unmistakable, and Elizabeth's lips curved into a subtle, knowing smile as she lowered her glass, setting it down on the table with a soft clink.
Clara gasped softly, ducking back behind the wall, her heart pounding as she pressed herself against the cool plaster.
"Did she see me?" she whispered to herself, her breath coming in quick, nervous huffs. "Am I busted?" She peeked again, just a sliver, and saw Elizabeth calmly twirling her pasta, her expression unchanged, still smiling as she ate.
"I don't think so," Clara muttered, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "She's still eating, not saying anything…"