Lydia and Darleen (1/2,FF,Sexfight)

Lydia Romano was cleaning up the kitchen when she
heard her employer's shrill voice emanating from the
bedroom.  Since the master bedroom was at least a
hundred feet away from the kitchen, Lydia knew that
Holly Cavanaugh was really giving it her best effort.

The shapely Latina woman dried her hands on a towel
and left the kitchen. She never knew what to expect
when her employer summoned her.  It might be just a
minor household chore.  But sometimes it would be a
perverse sexual favor that Ms. Cavanaugh wanted.  

Lydia shivered.  She hated the woman with the pixyish
face, light brown hair and pale, pale eyes, but she
also could not deny the sick excitement she felt
whenever she used her mouth and hands on the beautiful
Cavanaugh bitch.

Lydia entered the master bedroom.  As usual, the large
suite was a mess, with bedclothes scattered and
expensive clothing strewn everywhere.  It would take
Lydia a half-hour or more to restore the room to a
semblance of order.

Holly stepped out of her giant closet.  She was naked
from the waist up.  She had round, bouncy breasts with
puffy nipples.  She was wearing dark sheer pantyhose. 
Holly never wore any panties, and her shaven mound was
clearly visible beneath the hose, the plump lips
spread slightly apart.  In her hand she held a
designer dress.

Holly looked at Lydia, and said, "Lydia, take that
envelope off the bedside stand, and get it over to the
Stanton's."

Lydia retrieved the large manila envelope from the
table, dislodging it carefully from the lipsticked
cocktail glasses.  It was thick and sealed with
transparent tape.

Holly started to step into the dress.  Her breasts
jiggled a bit as she worked the snug garment over her
torso.  "I won't be back for the rest of the day. 
After you've finished cleaning, you may have the
afternoon off."  She looked at Lydia steadily,
expecting the show of gratitude.

Lydia held the envelope by her side.  She said, "Yes,
Ms. Cavanaugh, thank you, Ms. Cavanaugh."

Holly turned around and said, "Zip me up, then."

Lydia grasped the zipper with two fingers and zipped
it smoothly over Holly's naked back.

Holly said, "Off you go, Lydia."

Lydia left the room.  A short while later she was
scooting along in her '93 Toyota for the five-minute
drive to the Stanton residence.  She had only
encountered Laura Stanton occasionally, but if there
were a woman with more corrupt tastes than her
employer, it would be the redheaded Stanton woman. 
She was utterly devoted to Holly and the sexual games
that they shared.

The Stanton house was an imposing gray edifice with
towering trees that were beginning to green with the
coming of spring.   Lydia parked the Toyota under one
of the oaks near the driveway and made her way to the
back.  

Lydia was dressed in her standard house-keeping
uniform of white skirt and shirt-jacket, but the
utilitarian flavor of the clothes could not deny the
abundant sexuality of the Latina woman.  Her dark
lustrous hair was drawn back in a tight bun.  Her
olive skin radiated health.  The full breasts and
generous hips rounded out a very womanly package.

She stepped up to the back door to the kitchen and
pressed the buzzer.  It opened to reveal a lanky
blonde dressed in blue uniform slacks and blouse.  Her
hair was pulled back into a pony-tail and she had a
cigarette in one corner of her mouth.  Lydia thought
she looked a little cheap.

"What can I do for you, darlin'?" The blonde said in a
low throaty voice.

"I've got a package for Ms. Stanton from Ms.
Cavanaugh," Lydia said in her accented English.

"Well, come on in, then."  She opened the door for
Lydia, and stepped back to let her in.

"I'm Darleen.  I just started workin' here a week
ago."

Lydia said, "Pleased to meet you.  I'm Lydia.  I've
been working for the Cavanaughs for six months."

"Well, Lydia, the redheaded bitch is in her bedroom,
gettin' dressed."  

Lydia was startled a moment by this characterization,
but then she smiled slightly at Darleen, trading a
knowing look.  Darleen knew about what was going on.

Lydia said, "Then I'll just go take this to her.  Ms.
Cavanaugh wanted her to have it right away."

"Really?  What's in it?"

"I don't know."

Darleen laughed and took a long drag on her cigarette.
 She exhaled a blue plume of smoke and said, "Well,
it's probably something dirty as hell, and twice as
hot.  You'd better get it to her, then."  

Lydia left the kitchen and threaded her way through
several rooms decorated in generally dark themes until
she knocked on the door of the master bedroom.

"Come in," said Laura Stanton, in soft cultured tones.
 

Lydia opened the door, wondering what twisted
nastiness she would see.  To her relieve, it was just
Ms. Stanton, fully dressed and applying makeup.  The
well-built redhead put on the cosmetics with a
practiced hand and then patted her tangled mane of
flaming hair.  She turned around.

"Well, Lydia dear!  Did Holly send you?"

"Yes, Ms. Stanton.  She wanted you to have this
immediately.  She handed the thick manila envelope to
the redhead.

Laura took the envelope and slit the seal with a sharp
thumbnail.  She pulled out a folder and reviewed the
contents, muttering under her breath.  Lydia could not
see the contents, but there were several pages, and
there seemed to be some color pictures.

Laura replaced the folder in the envelope and tossed
it on her table.  She said, "Well, thank you, Lydia. 
I'm going to be going out for awhile now.  Why don't
you have some coffee with Darleen.  I'm sure she'd
love the company.  And you might lend a hand with the
laundry."

Lydia paused.  So much for the afternoon off.  "Of
course, Ms. Stanton.  I'd be happy to."
She turned and left the room.

She returned to the kitchen.  Darleen was sitting on a
stool at the kitchen island, a cigarette in one land
and a cup of black coffee in the other.  She
acknowledged Lydia's entrance with a brief lifting of
one eyebrow.

She took a long drag on the cigarette and stubbed it
out in a plastic ashtray.  She let the smoke escape
from her open mouth.  

"So, do you want some coffee?"

"Yes, please.  Thank you."

Darleen got off the stool and pulled a cup from a rack
resting on the countertop.  She poured a cup from the
coffeemaker by the sink.  She looked at Lydia, asked,
"Cream or sugar?"

"No, black is fine."

Darleen brought over the cup to the kitchen island and
indicated the other stool.  Lydia sat down and Darleen
settled onto her stool.

Lydia sipped her coffee.  She looked at Darleen.  The
blonde regarded her calmly.  Lydia could see she had a
nice body.  The general frame was lean, but the
breasts were full and the hips and rear were
pleasantly in proportion.  Her eyes were light blue
and the mouth was sensual.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping the
good coffee.  Then Darleen surprised Lydia with her
next words.

"So, our bosses are a piece of work, aren't they?  Did
you ever fight `em?  Or fuck `em?"

She paused, then looked at Lydia with hooded eyes.

"Or both?"