Chapter 10
Glenda was handing out coats at the door. All the men left. The Judge was the last one to come to the door. She hadn't seen him for an hour, but she'd thought he was still up in the bedroom.
"Goodnight. Judge." she said sweetly.
She wasn't prepared for the hate that filled his eyes.
"Bitch." he said.
Her mouth dropped open, as she watched the back of the Judge disappearing into the darkness. Why had he said that? He had enjoyed himself. She knew he had. Why would he call her something like that? She looked at Martha and saw something curious in Martha's eyes. "Why?" Glenda asked.
"Maybe you should ask Nick." Martha said, shrugging, "he was with the Judge in his study."
Glenda remembered that bad feeling she'd had earlier when she had gone upstairs with the Judge. She remembered her vague feeling that something was wrong. "What did Nick do to him?" Glenda asked. "Ask Nick." Martha answered.
Glenda went into the study where Nick and Cynthia sat. They were laughing about something. Cynthia held her glass up to Glenda. "Come here and fill this up again." she said.
Glenda got the glass, and carefully made the drink the way Marina had shown her. She brought it back to Cynthia and Cynthia caught her hand as she took it. "Don't run off." Cynthia said.
There was something about this hard woman that made Glenda tremble. Something in the way' she looked at her. "You did a good job tonight." Cynthia said. "We really' got him over a barrel."
"What do you mean?" Glenda asked. She heard Nick laugh loudly.
"Show her the pictures. Cynthia." Nick said. "Show her why' the Judge isn't happy' this evening."
Cynthia reached into her purse and took a couple of pictures out. Glenda gasped. It was hard to tell who she was but the Judge's face was plain. He was happy-looking as he allowed his dick to be sucked by Glenda. "Where did you get those?" Glenda asked.
"We took them while you and the Judge were having such a good time." Cynthia said. "He really wasn't happy' about the idea of his poor sick wife seeing them. I think he'll be much more agreeable to our little project."
"Hell, yeah." Nick said, "he's not going to argue any more. He'll be too busy signing papers."
"You mean you're blackmailing him." Glenda whispered. "You used me to blackmail him?"
"That's right, honeypot." Cynthia said.
Glenda had never felt so sick and ashamed. She had been used to blackmail that nice old man. He had thought she was a part of the scheme. No wonder he had been so angry.
"Don't take it hard." Nick said. "He enjoyed himself. And he's not going to do anything wrong for us. He's just going to be a smaller man from now on. He's not going to speak quite so loudly." Cynthia was sipping her drink and looking amused. Suddenly all the hate and frustration mat Glenda felt was directed at her. She was too cool and it was time she learned a lesson. Glenda knocked the drink out of Cynthia's hand and went after her with a cry of rage.
She clawed at Cynthia's face and found her hand caught in a grip as strong as a man's. Cynthia was laughing at her. "Bitch." Glenda screamed. "You dirty', filthy bitch. I hate you."
Cynthia was still laughing but her eyes were hard and dangerous. She slammed Glenda on the side of her head with a hard fist. Glenda went backwards and Cynthia followed. "You shouldn't call people names." Cynthia said.
Glenda was still angry' and she swung a fist at Cynthia's head. The rich, cold young lady' was not there any more. She moved under Glenda's swinging arm and punched Glenda in the stomach. "How does that feel?" Cynthia asked.
Glenda bent over double. She felt sick. She could see Nick grinning. "Come on. cunt." Cynthia said. "Fight me. I love a good fight."
Glenda cried out softly and rushed at Cynthia. Cynthia was again too quick. The lithe young woman stepped out of Glenda's way and drove two fingers into Glenda's stomach. Glenda dropped to her knees. She felt weak and sick. She could see Cynthia smiling but she didn't have the strength to go for her again. "You're not much of a challenge." Cynthia said. Cynthia lifted Glenda's face up by grasping a handful of Glenda's thick red hair. "You're pretty." Cynthia said. "Really' pretty'." Cynthia looked at Nick. "Take off." she said coldly.
"Aw. come on. Cynthia." he said. "Let me watch."
"Take off." Cynthia said coldly. "And shut the door behind you."
Nick shrugged his shoulders. He took his drink with him as he left the study. Glenda heard the door shut firmly behind him. "Now we're all alone." Cynthia said. "Aren't you going to try to fight any more, cunt? You haven't done so well so far."
"Bitch." Glenda moaned.
"There you go calling me names again. I'll just have to stop that."
Cynthia began to slap Glenda's face hard. Glenda jerked about like a puppet on a string. She felt Cynthia's rough hand cutting her face. She couldn't look up. She couldn't see anything but Cynthia's waist. She felt tears in her eyes.
"Please stop." Glenda sobbed.
"What did you say?" Cvnthia asked.
"Please stop." she repeated. "Don't hit me any more."
"Beg me again." Cynthia said, still giving soft blows to Glenda's face. "Say 'please stop, ma'am.' Beg me."
"Please stop." Glenda said. "Pleaseee. I'm begging you. Please stop. Miss Noble. I won't call you any more names. Please stop!"
"That's better." Cynthia said.
Cynthia dropped Glenda and Glenda almost touched the floor. "Kiss my feet." Cynthia said.
Glenda didn't want any more beatings. She was sick and she knew she wasn't any match for Cynthia. Quickly she scrambled over the floor and bent her lips to Cynthia.
Cynthia was wearing a skirt that came to her knees but she wore low cut shoes and no hose. Glenda kissed bom her feet a couple of times. "Higher." Cynthia said.
Glenda kissed the soft carves of Cynthia's legs. She had never been so frightened of anyone. Even Hank had not scared her this badly. There was something extremely' cruel about Cynthia. Something that left no roi for argument.
"You're doing better, little cunt." Cynthia said. Cynthia moved away' and sat down on the couch. She picked up her drink for Glenda to refill. Quickly Glenda filled her drink and brought it to her. "Take off your clothes." Cynthia said.
Glenda looked down into Cynthia's cold, amused eyes and she was afraid not to do as she was told. She unhooked her gown and stripped it off. She hadn't put her panties back on and she was completely naked. "Nice." Cynthia said. "Turn around."
Glenda turned and she felt Cynthia's ogling eyes on her. Cynthia looked at her as a man would look, hungry'. But it wasn't like Martha. Martha had liked her body. Cynthia seemed to want to devour her. Cynthia leaned back in her chair and sipped her drink. Her dress had ridden higher and Cynthia parted her legs. Glenda licked her lips nervously. "I'm going to make you eat my cunt." Cynthia said. "Yes ma'am." Glenda said.
"I think you're a cunt and you're going to do a good job eating me." Cynthia said. "Yes ma'am." Glenda said. "Well get on with it." Cynthia said.
Glenda had no choice. She fell to her knees before the cool blonde woman. She pushed up Cynthia's skirt until she saw that Cynthia wore a pair of flimsy blue panties.
"Take them off." Cynthia said. "Hurry. I got kind of hot watching you and the Judge."
Glenda pulled the panties down and Cvnthia kicked them off. Glenda pushed apart Cynthia's legs. She saw mat the woman had shaved herself clean. "Eat me." Cynthia said.
Glenda pressed her face into Cynthia's moist pussy. The little stubble on Cynthia's cunt scratched her cheeks but she tried to pay no attention. Glenda only wanted to get it over with. She pushed her tongue into Cynthia's hot cunt and tasted Cynthia's salty juice. She started pushing her tongue in and out quickly. "Yes." Cynthia groaned. "God yes. That's it. Good!"
Cynthia's hps started moving in response to Glenda's tongue. Cynthia had been right about already being hot. Glenda could taste her juices already flowing into her mouth. "Eat me good, you little cunt." Cynthia gasped, taking a long sip of her drink.
Glenda didn't think she had been in a more degrading situation. This time people weren't watching, but this time she was simply being used. It was not a good feeling. "Suck my clit." Cynthia moaned.
Glenda found the tiny little bud and sucked it between her lips. Immediately Cynthia started going crazy. She began to move around from side to side. Glenda thought she was getting ready to come. She was surprised when Cynthia pushed her away.
"Not yet. sugar." she said. "Come here and kiss me."
Glenda didn't want to kiss the woman but she sat down beside her. She felt Cynthia's hands on her breasts. Cynthia bent her head and kissed Glenda on the mouth. Glenda obediently opened her mouth and admitted Cynthia's tongue.
"Kiss my titties." Cynthia said. "Play with them and get them hard and kiss them."
As Cynthia kissed her. Glenda moved her hands to Cynthia's blouse. She unbuttoned it and then reached around Cynthia's back to undo her bra.
Cynthia was slim but she had larger tits than Glenda had expected. The two globes filled her hands.
"Ahhhh," Cynthia groaned. "Now kiss diem, baby."
Glenda moved her head down to the creamy globes. She sucked one into her mourn and ran her tongue across the hard nipple. Cynthia started squirming. "Nice." Cynthia said. "Nice. Keep doing that."
Glenda sucked on one of Cynthia's firm titties and then the other. She kept gobbling the flesh until she felt Cynthia's hand on her head forcing her down again. "Back to my pussy." Cynthia said. "I'm so hot. Make me come now!"
Glenda went between Cynthia's legs and pressed her face against Cynthia's cunt. She pushed her tongue between the two pink lips and tasted. She began to gobble at the flesh as she knew Cynthia would want. "That's it. sugar." Cynthia groaned. "Keep sucking my cunt like that!"
Cynthia didn't seem to care that she was crying loud enough for anyone to hear. Glenda had a feeling that Nick would be standing just outside the door listening.
"Oh. God." Cynthia moaned, thrashing about. She grabbed the back of Glenda's head and pushed Glenda's face closer into her cunt. "God!"
Once again Cynthia cried out loud and then Glenda took that tiny' bud into her mouth again. This time she began to chew on it and she could feel Cynthia tensing up.
"I'm going to come," Cynthia sobbed, "I'm coming. Shit, keep sucking me! Keep it up! I'm coming! It feels good! Ahhhh shit, it feels good! AGHRRRRRRRRRR!"
Glenda took a mouthful of Cynthia's tangy juices. She began to swallow quickly'. Cynthia kept her face firm between her shuddering thighs until the spasms in her body passed.
Finally' Glenda was allowed to get to her feet. That cool smile was back on Cynthia's face again.
"Not bad," Cynthia said. "Not bad at all. Course, you could use some practice. I may ask Nick to let me borrow you for a while. Wouldn't you like that?"
Glenda got red-faced. She gathered up her dress and ran from the room. She'd been right about Nick standing right outside. He wasn't alone. Martha was on her knees lustily' sucking his hard prick. She ran up the stairs to the sound of Nick's taunting laughter.