New Girl in Podash

part 4

Angie awoke the next morning in her bed. Her head hurt and she tried to scramble around and see the alarm clock. “Oh my God!”

It was nine in the morning. She’d overslept and the girls had to be in school today. Jumping out of bed, she reached for the thick robe provided for her but stopped abruptly. The soreness between her thighs brought her back to the bed, falling onto her side.

“Dear Lord!” she whispered, stunned at the extreme sensitivity she was feeling this morning. Never before had she felt so tender after an evening of self-masturbation. It didn’t make any sense why she would feel like this now. Trying to recall the previous evening, she forced herself to her feet and hobbled out of the room. Down the hall and around the corner she half jogged and walked until she reached the door of the girls’ room. It stood open and looking inside she knew instantly they’d left already.

“Damn!” turning on her heel, she raced to the stairs and down to the first floor. Rounding the corner to the breakfast room she pulled up short. Seated at the table was William, calmly drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper. She must have made some noise because the paper lowered and he looked at her.

“Good morning, Angela.”

“I’m so sorry, Master William. I can’t believe I overslept. I know my alarm was set.” Angie pleaded, her hands coming together at her waist unconsciously.

“It’s quite all right. Come in and join me for breakfast.” He picked up a small silver bell on the table, ringing it once.

Less than a minute later the far door opened and in came the maid she met the first night there. William ordered fresh breakfast.

Angie came over and took the chair to the right of his. She nervously wondered what to talk about. Quickly she realized she need not worry because he had returned to reading his paper. She sat down and immediately realized her error. “Ouch!”

William turned to look at her and she flushed hotly. This was something she’d not anticipated discussing—her sore twat!

“Is something wrong, Angela?” he asked a second later.

She knew lying would not work. Master William was too damned smart, as she was quickly learning. “I’m sorry, Master William, but I am sore this morning.”

“Too much horseback riding, no doubt?” he said, and held her gaze while he awaited her reply.

The implication was obvious since he knew damned well the only riding had been done on a rubber dildo. Partway through her evening of debauchery she’d realized the vibrator that was giving her such sweet rapture was her own. Last night though she’d been incapable of asking how he came to be in possession of it.

Nodding her head once, she replied. “Yes, I’m afraid so.”

“How many times did you ride last evening?” he questioned a second later.

Angela couldn't believe how nonchalant he was about the whole thing. It was as if he were discussing—uh…real riding instead of how many orgasms he had brought her to. Taking a deep breath, she said, “I think it was four, sir.”

“Make that nine, and your body refused to produce any more after that. You literally fell to sleep mid-orgasm. I had to carry you to bed.”

Angie started to eat slowly as the plate was set in front of her a few moments later. Grateful for the distraction, she devoured the biggest breakfast she’d had in years. She stopped when she was stuffed and wondering if she could get back upstairs. Setting her fork down, she looked up and saw that William was watching her. Blotting her mouth with her napkin, she spoke quickly. “I’m sorry. Did you want to ask me something?”

“Yes, I did, in fact. We didn’t get very far in reviewing the terms of the contract last night.”

Angie flushed a bright pink as she recalled exactly why that had not happened. What she had not remembered was how she got into her bed, and undressed. Now that she knew her employer had carried her, she felt no need to ask the other question. Clearing her throat, she forced a reply. “Uhm, yes. I know.”

“I’ve decided to remove one of your duties, and begin with the one I’d planned on instituting later.” He paused and leaned back in his chair. “You won’t be going to school with the girls, or working as their nanny after all.”

“But that was my primary job.” Angie protested quickly.

“It was the first job of many, as you would remember, or know, if you’d bothered to thoroughly read the contract in the first place.” William pointed out, shrugging.

Angie threw her napkin onto the table. “You knew all along that I had not read it, didn’t you?”

“Of course. I’d seen how you conducted your business. That’s partly why you ended up broke and living in your car.”

“How did you—?” she broke, realizing it didn’t matter. “What do you want me to do?” She knew it was a loaded question, considering last night.

“The last clause in your contract stated that I had the option to breed you, if I so chose. Once it was complete, you would be free to stay or go. We are going to proceed with that immediately. I see no need to wait since we are so compatible, and we’ll come in before the two year expiration on the contract.”

Angie didn’t move for a moment. She was sure she had not heard him correctly. Instead she focused on the end of his statement. “Didn’t you say you can extend the contract?”

William smiled leaning forward. “Ah, yes. And there is a good chance that I will renew and breed you a second time.” He stood. “I’m glad to see you ate a hearty breakfast. We’ll want you to eat that way all the time. You have a doctor’s appointment at one, and then you’ll be picking up the girls for their haircuts. I will see you tonight for dinner.” As he came around the table he paused beside her. Bending down he ruffled her hair and whispered in her ear. “You are as hot and sweet as home made pudding, but I’ll call you ‘muffin.’ See you tonight.” He kissed the nape of her neck and then he was gone.

Angie was stunned. She couldn't believe what had just happened. No doubt about it, she decided as she stood to return to her room. She was just like that other ditzy blonde who’d fallen down a rabbit hole. Except her rabbit wasn’t planning on poking her with a carrot shaped walking stick!

*****

For the doctor’s office, she had to wear the long line girdle and bra again. But this time she wore a polka dot blue blouse that buttoned to her collar and had short sleeves. With it she wore a mid-calf length blue skirt that was straight, but not tight. It took a while to get her seams straight. That’s when she noticed for the first time that the foundation garment had padding and shaping she’d not noticed before. Looking at her reflection sideways, she was shocked at how much more pronounced and rounded her butt had become. Suddenly she had a big, obvious booty!

When she looked again with the clothes on, she felt it was even more noticeable. In the school skirt, it must have been better concealed. Between the way her breasts were molded, shaped and lifted in the front, and this ass from behind…well, she didn’t want to think about it. Combing her hair, she got her small purse and applied lipstick.

Ophelia was waiting for her when she came downstairs and informed her she was accompanying her to the doctor. She had instructions from Master William.

Angie shrugged and accepted that she was just along for the ride.

Inside the exam room, Ophelia sat on the chair by the desk and Angie was on the exam table in the dressing gown. It was open down the front and she had a sheet across the front of her. She swung her feet, feeling restless. In spite of the negative looks from Ophelia, she kept on swinging them.

The door opened and a middle-aged, slightly graying man entered the room. “Hello Ophelia. And you must be Miss Angela. It’s a pleasure meeting you. I’ve read William’s notes and this won’t be any problem whatsoever. I’ll have all the prescriptions called in and delivered to the house. My nurse took a history and I’ll get her in here and we’ll do the exam. No need to waste time, is there?”

As she lie back on the hard table, she only half-listened to the doctor muttering as he examined her.

“Natural breasts, I see? That’s good and you’ll be able to nurse without any trouble.” He poked and prodded. “You do a monthly exam, don’t you?”

Ophelia poked her as well. “Answer the doctor, Miss Angela.”

“Uh, yes, of course.”

“That’s good…it’s even more important with a big, hefty breasted girl like yourself. Now, let’s move on, nurse.”

Angela could feel her face and neck still flaming from the casual way the doctor referred to her breasts. She didn’t need it constantly pointed out to her.

“Nice wide hips,” the doctor added a few minutes later.

She tensed as he did the gynecological part.

“You have very full labia folds, miss. Your clitoris seems slightly larger than normal too. Any problems?” he asked calmly.

Problems? What the fu—?

“Sorry, doctor,” Angie reply after Ophelia prodded her again. “No, uh, nothing.”

“All right then,” the doctor said briskly. “We’re nearly done here.” He held his hand out and the nurse passed him a syringe. Before she could ask what he was doing, he swabbed the outside of her right breast and injected the 3 cc’s of liquid.

“Just relax, Angela. Just a few more injections and we’ll have you covered.” He spoke even as he injected a second shot, but this time into her left breast. Passing the empty needle to the nurse, he paused and lightly patted her breast a few times. “Yes, you have lovely titties. William was right.” He didn’t say anything else except when he gave her two shots, one in each butt cheek. “These will be sore.” The doctor lightly caressed one buttock. “I will be in touch with William, and you’ll be hearing from us. Good day!”

The limousine was out front of the office waiting on them. The girls were already ensconced on both side seats, working on homework.

“Hi, Angie!”

 “Hi, Angie!”

“Hello Toni, Tina!” she replied with a smile as she entered the limousine first. “How was school? Sorry I overslept.”

“Not a problem, Angie.” Tina started to answer, grinning, when a loud clearing of a throat interrupted her.

Ophelia entered the car, taking the position nearest the opened door. The throat noise was obviously a signal.

“Good afternoon, Miss Ophelia.”

“Good afternoon, Miss Ophelia.”

The tandem greeting echoed through the small enclosure.

“Good day, girls. We don’t have much time so put your things away.” Her voice brooked no defiance.

Almost too quickly the limousine glided to a halt once again. Angie started to open her door, but Tina reached out and stopped her.

“We’re supposed to wait.”

As if on cue, the far door opened once again and Ophelia exited first. “Hurry along everyone. We mustn’t keep the parlor staff waiting.”

Angie followed the girls, feeling like she was one of the baby ducks following mother duck Ophelia as they trailed into the beauty shop a minute later.

Lily was at the reception desk and grinned at the girls. “Hey! Small world! Didn’t I just see you—” she let her words trail away and both twins laughed. Lily then smiled at Angie. “Sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye the other day. Your hair turned out nice.”

Angie had to smile. The poor girl hardly tripped over the word. “Thanks, Lily.”

Ophelia’s finger nails drummed on the glass counter impatiently.

“Good afternoon, Miss Ophelia,” Lily spoke quickly.

“Is everything running on time?” Ophelia asked stiffly.

“Uhm, Betty Lou is, but Helen is a little behind.” Lily smiled at Angela. “My aunt convinced her it was long enough.”

Ophelia nodded. “That’s fine. I understand you have added Miss Angela as well?”

“What?” Lily looked confused and then she glanced down at the scheduling book, running her fingernail down the listings. “Oh, here it is. It will be with either Betty Lou or Helen, depending on who is free first. You can all be seated if you like.”

Ophelia took a seat in one of the dryer chairs, right behind Betty Lou’s station. She spoke to the stylist first.

Angela sat next to the reception desk and the twins took chairs closer to the front door.

Lily leaned over and whispered, “I swear that Ophelia does whatever she da—oops! Darn well pleases.” She grinned, shrugging.

“Tina! I’m ready for you, sweetie!”

Angie watched the look the sisters shared as Tina walked down the aisle to the chair. Her face looked like she was going to the guillotine, rather than getting a haircut. Of course, if she’d known what her conclusion was going to be, she would have had a similar look.

Tina sat in the chair. She hated these haircuts, but her father insisted. The whole town had these weird ideas about hair. Still they’d been here for so long that it was really coming to be their normal, not the opposite.

She didn’t fidget as the paper went around her neck, or as the pink cape floated around her. Not until Betty Lou told her what her father had planned.

“Your father decided to let you girls have chili bowl cuts this time.”

Tina breathed in a huge sigh of relief. That wouldn't be so bad she figured. And closed her eyes and relaxed.

Betty Lou began immediately. The scissors carved out the stark, abrupt line for the bowl, except that it tilted forward to come down to her eyebrows and the back rose to within an inch of her crown. The clippers roared over her head.

Tina took a sigh of relief when Betty Lou set the clippers aside.

Betty Lou wasn’t done though. She filled one hand with white shaving cream and applied to all the clipped areas, below the thick rim of the “bowl.” Using a pink disposable razor, she shaved the hair from her head. When she finished, she wiped the area of any remains, and then filled her palms with some oil. She rubbed this in, and using some type of cloth, she literally rubbed her scalp until it shone all around. Smiling broadly, Betty Lou announced, “Done!”

Tina looked at her reflection. It looked like her bangs just continued all the way around her head. She was also surprised at how thick her hair was, making the difference between the surfaces of her hair, and then much lower was her scalp so dramatic. It looked like her chili bowl had a one and half inch rim. She fought back her tears as she got up from the chair. This was better than a crew cut. Belatedly she remembered, “Thank you, Miss Betty Lou.”

Ophelia patted the chair beside her. “Sit here, Tina, while we wait for the others.”

Lily looked at Angie. “Betty Lou is ready for you, Miss Angela.”

Angie stood, straightening her dress. “Thanks, Lily. Wish me luck that I don’t leave here bald.”

Lily chuckled as Angie walked away.

Angie tried hard not to gape when she saw what had been done to Tina’s hair. Swallowing hard, she smiled at the girl. “Your hair looks g-nice, uhm, real cute.” Silently she kicked herself and then took the chair Betty Lou had turned around for her.

“My goodness,” Betty Lou remarked loud enough for everyone in the salon to notice. “Don’t you look so much nicer and more lady-like today, Miss Angela? Master William remarked how pleased he was with your appearance.” She paused to put the paper around her neck and then the cape. “He just wants a few adjustments, which he feels will make your hair perfect. The good thing is we can do these dry.”

With that, Betty Lou began. Immediately the clippers came out and she removed the comb guide. “Chin to chest.”

Just then Angie heard Toni’s name called.

Toni almost fainted when she caught sight of her sister. This was worse than she’d hoped for. Some of the girls had school had cuts like this, tilted at angles, called chili bowls.

Tina met her gaze just once and quickly looked away. Toni didn’t blame her sister. If they looked at each other they’d be crying a river of tears at this cruelest of fates. Instead she accepted the chair Helen had turned around for her. Frissons of fear went up and down her spine.

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