Cream This Thick Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

Cream This Thick Ch. 08

... breathe to ask if she needed something. Her eyes darted around the apartment, looking for any sign of Eloise to protect her.

"Are you going to stand there like a moron?" Vicki snapped after taking a long sip of her drink.

"I was j-j-just going to —"

Vicki held up a hand to silence her. She finished her drink, hissed, and started pouring another. "Spare me," Vicki said. "I need something to eat. Can you manage that, cow?"

Michelle kept her head down as she curtsied. "Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Where's my wife?"

"Right here." Eloise appeared, walking towards the bar, and Michelle sighed with relief. Eloise grabbed herself a glass and gestured for Vicki to pour her some as well. Vicki ignored her.

"Hard day?" Eloise said.

"Hard implies it was difficult. It also implies that it was difficult for me, as though my ability is in question."

Eloise poured herself a drink. "So, stupid people."

"You have no —" Vicki looked up at Michelle, who was still standing and watching the two wives chit-chat. "What the fuck are you doing?" Vicki asked. "I'm talking to mywife. You should be making me food."

"I wanted to know —"

"Get. The. Fuck. Out." Vicki stepped closer with each word, and Michelle's fear got the better of her curiosity. She squeaked as she turned and ran out of the bedroom. She rushed to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and stared at the contents. She had no idea what Vicki wanted. Of course the rude and dangerous Wasserman was also a picky eater. ...

... Michelle would go to some kind of comfort food, but what if Vicki thought that was too fattening? Did she want dinner or a snack? It was too early for a meal, but Vicki rarely cared about conventions, and she kept strange hours like Michelle.

In the end, she decided on a light anti-pasta dish. In the worst-case scenario, she could always pass it off as an appetizer or early course of some grander meal she'd have to conjure out of nowhere. The Wassermans normally ordered in or ate out, so Michelle rarely had to cook for them. Having to do so now would mean —

There was a shriek and a thud from the other side of the apartment. Michelle put down the knife in her hand and rushed towards it as Vicki roared, "What in the actual fuck?" across the apartment.

Michelle's heart dropped as she found that Vicki was in the bathroom where the floor was still covered in soap and water from where Michelle had been cleaning it. She left that way when Vicki came home and now —

Now Vicki was covered in soap and water and holding her head. "What in the actual fuck?" Vicki said again as Michelle appeared in the bathroom.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Wasserman," Michelle said. Her body was going into overdrive as it panicked. The explanation tumbled out of her all at once as each word knocked down the one before it in a rush to get out. "I was cleaning the bathroom floor when you came home, and I didn't think you'd be back so early, and —"

Vicki tried to rise to her feet, but she slipped ...