CH 17: The Edge of Happiness

Lila slept soundly, her petite form nestled beneath the soft silk sheets, barely stirring as the night stretched on. Her hair fanned out across the pillow, a cascade of loose, tangled waves catching the silver glow of the moonlight spilling in through the open balcony doors. The cool night air whispered through the sheer curtains, brushing over her bare skin, raising the faintest hint of goosebumps along her naked form.

Her breath was slow, steady, each quiet exhale a soft rise and fall of her delicate chest. The silk sheets clung to her body, cool and smooth against her skin, the fabric teasing the sensitive peaks of her nipples, pressing against them just enough to make her shift slightly in her sleep. Her legs remained relaxed, one knee bent slightly, pushed out of the coverss, exposing the pale expanse of her inner thigh, the thin fabric barely concealing the smooth mound between her legs.

Outside, the neon glow of the city pulsed in the distance, casting faint streaks of color against the horizon. Holographic billboards flickered with seductive advertisements, their shifting hues reflecting off the glass high-rises, painting the skyline in a soft, electric haze. Below, the city thrived. Restless, pulsing, hungry. Neon-lit pleasure districts glowed like beacons, their storefronts flashing with promises of instant satisfaction, bodies displayed in shimmering holograms, enticing patrons inside to let their cum flow freely. Pedestrians moved like shadows beneath the artificial glow, slipping in and out of towering clubs and lounges, neon lights reflected in their hungry eyes.

But here, past the estate’s high gates and sprawling gardens, that chaos was little more than a whisper. The estate stood as an island of tranquility, shielded from the sleepless hunger of the city. The only sound was the occasional rustling of leaves in the warm breeze, the gentle ripple of water from the infinity pool below the balcony.

Inside, the bedroom was untouched by the neon haze, bathed instead in soft moonlight. The sheer curtains swayed slightly in the breeze, the cool air curling around Lila’s bare skin as she slept, her delicate form shifting just slightly against the silk sheets. Everything was quiet. Still.

Until the bedroom door burst open.

Lila jolted awake, her heart hammering against her ribs, her gasp sharp and panicked. The sudden intrusion shattered the quiet, her vision still blurred with sleep as her mind scrambled to catch up. The shock sent a jolt through her body, her pulse spiking, her breath coming in uneven, shallow bursts. She barely had time to register the figures stepping inside before the mattress dipped beside her, and the bedside lamp flicked on, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow.

Andrew. His expression was tense, his presence heavy.

And behind him, Clara, the head maid, moved with brisk efficiency, her presence as poised as ever despite the urgency in the air. Even in the dead of night, she was impeccably dressed in the same skimpy uniform she always wore. A testament to the strict, almost ritualistic standards of the estate and her need to lead by example.

Her black lace bra cradled her modest bust, the delicate fabric barely concealing the soft curves beneath. The small white bow at the center, drew Lila’s attention to the delicate lines of her collarbone, the gentle swell of her breasts. Below, her sheer black skirt was as short as it always was, so short it barely covered the curve of her hips. The translucent fabric revealed that even Clara could forget to wear underwear on occasion. If not for the purely decorative crisp white apron that was fastened at her waist, her pussy would have been fully visible.

Her blonde hair was swept into a perfect high bun, secured with a lace headband that rested just above her forehead. Not a single strand had come loose, her appearance immaculate despite the urgency of the moment. Despite the late hour, not a trace of exhaustion marked her expression. Behind her thin-framed glasses, her hazel eyes gleamed with sharp focus, unwavering in their discipline.She moved with the same disciplined grace she always did, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor as she strode across the room.

Without hesitation, Clara headed straight for the closet, her fingers gliding over the door handle before she pulled it open. The interior light flickered on, casting a soft glow over the meticulously organized shelves of designer dresses, delicate lingerie, and neatly arranged shoes. Clara’s thighs remained apart as she stood still, the natural gap between them revealing her bare pussy to Lila, her slit silhouetted against the light.

She wasted no time selecting what she needed, her movements precise and unflinching as she plucked articles of clothing from their hangers and folded them into Lila’s suitcase with mechanical efficiency.

Lila sat up instinctively, the silk sheets slipping from her shoulders, pooling loosely around her waist. Her small breasts rose sharply with each ragged inhale, her skin flushed with residual warmth from sleep now prickling with unease. Her nipples, already sensitive from the cool air, stiffened further from the rush of adrenaline coursing through her.

“Wha—Andrew?” she mumbled, her voice thick with confusion. “What’s going on?”

Andrew didn’t answer right away. Instead, his fingers reached out, brushing lightly over the curve of her breast, his touch slow, deliberate, as if memorizing the shape of her. His thumb traced over rock hard nipple, pressing lightly against the tight peak, pushing it back against her chest. His hand lingered, cupping her gently, his palm molding to the petite swell of her breast, as if committing every detail to memory.

Lila’s breath hitched, her drowsy mind struggling to process the mix of sensation and tension in the room. The warmth of his touch contrasted sharply with the unease settling in her stomach. She watched him, searching his face for answers as he caressed her, his fingers teasing her skin, tracing along her ribs, his gaze still fixed on her chest.

His eyes met hers, the intensity in his expression making her freeze, her heart stuttering in her chest. She could read the tension in his jaw, the slight narrowing of his eyes, the way his lips pressed together in a thin line. Something was very wrong.

“It is not safe for you to stay here.” He sighed, still cupping her breast, his thumb absently stroking her nipple.

“What? What do you mean? I thought—” Lila’s voice cracked, panic rising in her throat. “I thought this was safe, I thought—”

“Robert talked,” he interrupted gently, his hand sliding away from her breast, resting instead against the sheets beside her. “And now there are eyes on me. Eyes that will start asking questions. Questions that could lead back to you.”

“But I—” Lila’s pulse pounded in her ears.

Andrew shook his head, stopping her voice.

“If the police come here, if the government decides to investigate, they will start asking questions. They will want to know why you are here, what you are to me, why you are not listed as an employee, why your presence was never documented. They will not care that you chose this, that you were happy here, that you were never forced into anything. None of that will matter to them. They will see only what they want to see. A girl kept in secret. A girl who does not belong here.

“And when they find out, Lila, when they start pulling records and digging deeper, they will not stop until they have enough to take us both down. You for what you have been, and me for what I have given you. There will be no trial, no negotiation, no chance to explain. We will both be in prison before sunrise, and this entire world, everything I have built, will be gone.”

He cupped her face gently, his thumb stroking her cheek.

“I will not let that happen to you. Or to me. That is why you have to go.”

The words sent a chill through her. The estate had always felt untouchable, a sanctuary, a place where she was safe. The idea of it being stripped away, of Andrew no longer being in control, made her stomach twist.

“Then what happens to me?” she whispered.

“You go home.” He said simply. “To your father.”

“But I ... but you—”

Andrew exhaled sharply, his frustration barely concealed as he turned toward the door.

“Hana! Amara!”

The door opened again, and the two maids entered, both clearly unprepared for a midnight summons. Unlike Clara, who had been fully dressed and efficient, Hana and Amara had been pulled straight from sleep, their bodies still warm from bed, their bare skin catching the soft light of the room.

Hana stepped forward first, her porcelain skin flawless in the dim glow, her small frame delicate, almost weightless. Her blonde ponytail was loose, a few strands escaping to frame her face, her eyes still lidded with sleep. Her very small breasts barely moved with each breath, her flat stomach smooth, her slim thighs untouched by any signs of age. She forced out a late night smile, her hands folding lightly in front of her as she awaited instructions.

Amara followed, stretching her arms above her head as she yawned, her deep brown skin radiant under the bedroom’s warm light. Her full breasts lifted with the motion, the dark buds of her nipples pebbling from the sudden cool air. As she dropped her arms, her breasts bounced on her chest, drawing attention to their size and the perfect dark circle of her areolas. Her blonde ponytail was slightly messy, evidence of being dragged from her pillow moments ago.

Both stood at attention, bare and waiting, their usual poise softened by the remnants of sleep still clinging to their eyes.

“Shower her. Wake her up. Get her dressed,” Andrew ordered, his voice steady but urgent.

Hana and Amara exchanged a glance, their drowsiness beginning to fade as they recognized the seriousness in his tone. Amara was the first to speak, her voice smooth, playful despite the tension in the room.

“How do you want us to wake her up?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, her blonde ponytail swaying behind her.

“Do what you usually do. Just faster.” Andrew sighed, rubbing his temples.

A small smirk curled Amara’s lips as she turned toward Hana, who gave a soft, understanding nod. Without hesitation, they stepped forward, their bare feet padding soundlessly against the cool floor as they approached the bed.

Andrew exhaled sharply and stood from the bed, his movements swift, efficient. He straightened his robe, running a hand through his hair as he cast one last glance at Lila.

“I’ll meet you downstairs when you’re ready,” he said simply. No further instructions, no hesitation. Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room, the door closing firmly behind him.

The silence that followed lingered for only a moment before Amara let out a breathy chuckle, shaking her head.

“Well,” she giggled, “that was intense.”

Hana stepped closer to Lila and extended a hand.

“Come on,” she said softly. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Still groggy and overwhelmed, Lila hesitated before finally allowing herself to be guided out of the bed. The cool air sent a shiver down her spine as she pulled free from the silk sheets, her bare feet meeting the cold floor. Hana and Amara flanked her on either side, steady and patient as they led her toward the washroom.

Lila’s mind raced as they moved, her body still sluggish with sleep, the weight of Andrew’s words pressing heavily against her chest. She had so many questions, but right now, there was no time for answers.

The bathroom doors slid open, the warm glow of the vanity lights illuminating the polished marble floors and glass shower ahead. Hana and Amara led her inside, their hands still light on her arms, their bodies moving with effortless grace.

“Let’s wake you up properly,” Amara smiled, reaching to start the water. “We need to be quick.”

Lila nodded numbly, still processing, still half in a dream. But as the maids moved around her, the warm steam beginning to fill the room, she felt a familiar tug of arousal, a spark of heat between her thighs.

Lila looked down to see Hana on her knees in front of her, her slender arms wrapping around her legs, pulling her close. A soft moan escaped her as Hana’s tongue lapped between her legs, tasting her pussy. Hana’s mouth was warm, her tongue teasing Lila’s clit, licking her sensitive slit, her tongue pressing into her tight entrance.

Amara reached over and grabbed the bottle of shampoo, pouring some into her hand. She moved closer, her body pressing against Lila’s, the soft mounds of her breasts pressing into her back. Amara started rubbing the shampoo into Lila’s scalp, her hands working the soap into a thick lather.

As Amara massaged her head, Lila felt her body relaxing, her mind beginning to clear, her breathing becoming more steady. Hana’s mouth continued licking, her tongue sliding over her pussy, her lips sucking on her clit, the pleasure sending waves of warmth through her body.

Amara washed the suds from her hair, her fingers raking through the wet strands, untangling the knots. Hana’s tongue moved faster, licking and sucking Lila’s pussy, teasing her sensitive nub. Amara grabbed the body wash, squeezing the rich liquid into her hands and began washing Lila’s body. Her palms glided over her skin, the slippery soap covering her in a thin layer of bubbles.

Lila moaned, her body responding to the attention, her pussy growing wetter, her nipples stiffening. Hana’s tongue flicked over her clit, her mouth sucking harder, her fingers pressing into the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

Amara finally found her regular position, her breasts pressing into Lila’s back, her hands cupping her tits, massaging them slowly. Lila sighed, her body tingling, her skin heating up as the three girls began washing and playing with her. She was still groggy from sleep, but the sensation of being touched and pleasured was waking her up.

Then Lila started to cry. She sobbed, tears falling from her eyes.

“What’s wrong, Miss?” Amara asked, turning Lila’s face to look at her.

“This ... This will be the last time, won’t it?” Lila sniffed. “The last time I’ll be touched by you and Hana ... Oh god ... and Andrew ... The last time I’ll be taken care of. I’ll...” She sobbed, unable to form a sentence.

“Shhh...” Amara soothed, turning Lila’s head back further, her lips brushing against hers. “Let’s not think about that. Let’s enjoy the moment.”

“I’m going to miss this...” Lila said, her voice cracking, tears running down her cheeks.

“then let’s not waste it.” Amara smiled, leaning forward and pressing her lips to hers.

Lila leaned into the kiss, her lips parting, her tongue slipping past Amara’s lips, tasting her. Amara’s mouth was warm and inviting, her tongue gliding against Lila’s, the gentle caress sending a shiver through her.

Amara’s hands still cupped her breasts, her fingers circling the hard peaks, teasing her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her. Hana’s tongue was still licking, her lips sucking on her clit, sending ripples of warmth through her core. Lila’s body began to tingle, the mix of sensations making her feel like she was melting, the heat spreading through her.

Her orgasm hit her hard, the intensity surprising her. Her body shuddered, her hips bucking, her thighs trembling. She moaned, the sound muffled by Amara’s mouth. Her legs threatened to give out as Hana’s tongue teased her, her orgasm surging through her.

The moment passed, the pleasure receding, leaving her body flushed and trembling. Lila broke the kiss, gasping for breath, her head spinning. Hana rose to her feet, her hand sliding up Lila’s body until she rested on her cheek, her thumb brushing over her skin, wiping away the tears.

Hana then moved closer, pressing her body against Lila’s, their petite breasts brushing together, their nipples pressing into each other’s skin. She leaned in, forcing Lila quickly into another kiss, her lips hungry, desperate. Lila whimpered, her body still reeling from her orgasm, her mind hazy, her pulse still racing.

She could taste her pussy on Hana’s tongue, the sweet flavor filling her mouth. Lila’s hands moved instinctively, reaching behind Hana’s slender back, pulling her closer. Their bodies molded together, the heat of the shower making their skin slick, their breasts sliding against each other, their nipples grazing each other’s flesh.

Then suddenly Lila’s eye’s opened as Amara pushed her fingers inside Lila’s pussy, thrusting into her. The sensation caught her by surprise, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She cried out, the sound swallowed by Hana’s mouth.

Amara reached around the two girls with her free hand, squeezing them all together, Amara’s breasts pressing into Lila’s back, her fingers pumping faster. The sensation of being sandwiched between the two girls, the feel of their skin against hers, the pleasure pulsing through her, it was all too much.

“I’m cumming again!” Lila moaned, her orgasm hitting her hard, her body shuddering, her pussy clenching around Amara’s fingers. Her body spasmed, her muscles tensing, her knees threatening to buckle.

But Amara and Hana held her tight, keeping her upright, their bodies pressed against hers. They held her close as the waves of pleasure coursed through her, her cries muffled by Hana’s mouth. Her heart pounded, her lungs burned, her muscles trembled, and finally, the climax began to fade, her body slowly coming down from the high.

“Fuck...” she breathed, her head resting against Hana’s shoulder, her chest rising and falling, her body still trembling. “That was ... fuck...”

“We’ll miss you too, Miss Lila.” Amara whispered, placing a gentle kiss on the back of her neck.

Lila leaned her head back, looking up into Amara’s eyes, her gaze searching, questioning.

“You’ll ... You’ll take care of Andrew, right?” she breathed, her voice still shaky, her pulse still pounding.

“Of course we will, Miss.” Hana smiled, her fingers curling around the back of Lila’s head, stroking her hair.

“He won’t be alone, don’t worry.” Amara assured, her lips brushing over the curve of Lila’s ear, sending a shiver through her.

Lila closed her eyes, savoring the closeness, the tenderness, the feeling of their bodies pressed together, the warmth of their skin, the sound of their breathing, the scent of their perfume. She memorized it, burned it into her mind, the details etched into her memory.

The shower turned off, reminding Lila that she didn’t have the luxury of time, she couldn’t spend the next few hours naked in the shower with her two maids that had just kissed her for the first time.

Hana and Amara stepped back, giving her space, the loss of their warmth making her shiver.

“It’s time, Miss.” Hana said softly.

Lila nodded, her stomach twisting.

Amara and Hana guided her out of the shower, the cool air making her skin prickle. They dried her off with fresh towels, taking their time, their movements slow, deliberate.

Once Lila was dry, Hana took the towel from her shoulders and neatly set it aside while Amara ran a brush through Lila’s damp hair, smoothing out the knots with careful strokes. Neither maid showed any sign of urgency, their hands moving with the same practiced grace as always, but there was an unspoken understanding between them, they knew this would be the last time they would do this for her.

When they finally stepped out of the bathroom, Lila’s eyes immediately landed on the bed, where Clara had laid out a skimpy outfit for her to wear. A thin, delicate crop top made of sheer lace that would cling to her skin like a whisper. It served no real purpose, offering more decoration than coverage, its intricate patterns doing little to obscure the soft curves of her chest. The skirt was just as revealing, a flimsy, translucent piece of fabric that would hang loosely around her hips, teasing more than it concealed. There was nothing else. No underwear, no bra, nothing to provide even the illusion of modesty. It was exactly the kind of thing Andrew had always preferred to see her in, something that made her feel on display, accessible, desirable. But now, as she stood there staring at it, the delicate fabric laid out neatly on the bed, it carried a different weight. It was no longer just a choice of clothing. It was a statement. A farewell. A final reminder of what she had been in this house, of what she was leaving behind.

Her gaze flicked toward the open suitcase beside the bed. Clara had packed efficiently—some of her dresses, a few pairs of shoes, personal items—but not everything. Some things were missing. Lila’s favorite silk nightgown wasn’t there. Neither was her favorite set of lingerie, the one Andrew liked the most. A part of her knew why. Clara hadn’t been given time to pack everything. Or maybe she had been selective, only choosing what was necessary, what would fit neatly into the small space.

Amara sighed, stepping forward first, her warm hands reaching for the delicate lace top.

“Looks like Clara wants you leaving in style,” she said, her usual playful smirk still present, but her voice carried a softness that wasn’t normally there.

Hana, standing beside her, simply nodded, lifting the sheer skirt from the bed with careful hands.

“Come on,” she murmured gently. “Let’s get you dressed.”

Lila swallowed, her throat tight, but she gave a small nod, allowing them to guide her.

Amara moved first, slipping the thin crop top over Lila’s arms, smoothing the delicate lace down her torso. The fabric barely provided any coverage, its intricate patterns doing nothing to obscure the soft curves of her chest. Her nipples remained clearly visible beneath the sheer material, the cool air coaxing them into firm, sensitive peaks. Amara cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them, her fingers teasing the delicate lace. After some familiar groping, her fingers brushed lightly over Lila’s shoulders, adjusting the thin straps, her touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.