Across the Sea

[NessaCary]

Stella Oliver was displeased. So displeased, in fact, that she had firmly refused to move. She didn't see why she had to move away from her friends, her school, and her entire life to live in India of all places! A land of heathen, uncivilized wilderness had held its appeal, of course. Native men and unexplored beaches held their appeal, of course, a land far away from the straight-laced morals Victorian England could very well be her paradise. Until she'd gotten she'd met the butler.

She'd been hoping for a push-over, a toy even like the rest of the servants. Her maid had long ago learned to play by Stella's rules. Another pain in her ass, she wasn't allowed to bring Maria. The trip could only be miserable. A ship full of men and a chaperone to keep her from them and to be deprived of her favorite pet!

Maria was carefully silent as Stella paced around the room. The maid knew better that to disturb her mistress in a mood like this. She silently placed Stella's gowns in her luggage, bending over the opened bag. Stella's eyes finally landed on the maid's pert ass and she smiled, leaning forward to pinch her ass.

"Will you miss me, my darling pet?"

 

[Warr]

Stella squeaked a little bit as her backside was pinched, blushing a little bit. She turned and gulped, nodding, "Y-Yes Miss stella..."

The Butler, named Edgar, had been standing outside the door, waiting as patiently as he could. He wore a black, two piece suit, his face young looking enough for someone of his age, black hair combed back and his expression, well expresionless, hands behind his back as he waited for the packing to be done.

She was a right pain in the ass, this one was. She was spoiled, and loud, and enough to make anyone rip out their own hair in frusteration. Not Edgar. He'd been raised better, raised to not take any guff from anyone. Certaintly not from this one.

So he stood there, looking into the room only once, and saying "Let's hurry it along, Ma'am."

 

[NessaCary]

The noble woman flexed her fingers, balling them into a tight little fist at the man's intrusion. Two steps took her to the door, which she slammed and locked immediately. Maria jumped at the noise, turning to face a very displeased mistress.

"Sorry, luv," Stella said, eyes softening a bit as she embraced her servant girl, sliding a hand up exposed thigh.

"Tell me that you'll miss me," she demanded. Maria complied, placing a kiss on her mistress's lips chastely.

"Ever so much, Miss. You know how horrible it will be without you hear. I cannot believe they're sending you with that horror of the man...all the way across the ocean!"

Maria pouted and Stella couldn't resist pulling that protruding lip into her mouth, nipping it before pulling away.

"Indeed."