Packages — #6
—Griffen
Morning came and was nearly gone by the time Veronica woke from her slumber. Storm was still unconscious. It had been nearly four a.m. by the time Veronica had satisfied her enough and the two of them had collapsed into a blissful slumber after. Veronica didn’t know what Storm dreamed of, but her dreams were of Storm. Serving her however she wanted. An image from a porn-vid she had frequently watched during her masturbation sessions came to mind as she slid back into her platform heels. The image of a latex clad gothic fetish maid. It had been hot when Veronica had seen it the first time, but now? Especially imagining herself as the maid serving Storm? It sent a shiver down her mind and started revving her engine once again. Being a maid would require her to be on beck and call at all hours, which meant Veronica would have to quit her job.
Naked, except for the heels, Veronica made her way into the kitchen contemplating that exact scenario and how wet the idea of being nothing more than someone’s servant made her. She didn’t know if Storm would want a live in fetish maid, so no matter how appealing the idea might be, she would wait before committing. But, just in case, she dug her phone from the clutch it had been left in on the couch and started looking up where she might be able to order one of those outfits with her right hand.
Her left, however, started to move through Storm’s cabinets, grabbing supplies as she went. Eggs, flour, sugar, and milk were all set on the counter before being ed by mixing bowls and a small pan that could stand-in for a griddle. Only once she had found everything did she don the apron and get to work cooking breakfast for the both of them, humming a Chemical Love tune as she worked, completely uncaring about how little she was wearing.
Storm eventually made her way into the room.
“Not used to getting made breakfast in my own house,” she complimented.
“Good morning!” Veronica chirped, mincing over to Storm with a pot of freshly brewed coffee. “I wasn’t sure how you liked it, so it’s black but I’ve got sugar and cream already for you.”
“Black, but with lots of sugar,” Storm said with some lingering grogginess in her voice while taking the mug gratefully. Veronica noted that, instantly memorizing Storm’s preferences so when she made her coffee again it would be perfect.
“I’ve got pancakes ready and eggs set to go,” she said aloud, “How do you like your eggs?”
“Unfertilized,” Storm said between coffee sips.
Veronica’s mind instantly started to spin, trying to figure out where and how she could get unfertilized chicken eggs before Storm’s wry grin told her it was a joke.
“Funny,” Veronica said instead with an honest giggle, making her way back to the stove, rolling her hips as she went to make sure Storm got the best show possible.
“Over-medium,” Storm said after a moment.
Veronica happily made two eggs for Storm and then went to work finishing breakfast for her and then cleaning everything up before she finally ed Storm at the table. She smiled and ate and waited for Storm to be ready to speak.
It took a long while and when it did, it was accompanied by Storm giving Veronica an approving look over that left Veronica squirming in her seat.
“The, uh, domestic thing does it for you?” she asked. It was probably meant to be rhetorical, but Veronica answered anyway.
“Service does,” she plainly and honestly stated. “Which I guess includes being domestic for you.”
Storm’s eyes widened in understanding before she went back to her coffee. Another long wait ed in which Veronica finished her food and silently asked Storm for permission to clear the table. Only once Storm nodded, did Veronica make her way over to the sink and start washing, humming and bobbing as she went.
“You service subs are always a weird bunch to me,” Storm said before hastily clarifying. “Not that I’m against it, just not my jam. I’ve always been a bit of a switch. So the ‘full service’ routine just isn’t for me.”
Veronica nodded and internalized the information. She was going to have to step back from waiting on Storm hand and foot, which was actually deeply saddening, but quickly accepted it. Storm’s preferences had a far greater priority than Veronica’s fetishes. Concerningly, Storm’s had only given ways that Veronica was supposed to avoid acting. There were no instructions on how Veronica should act, so she eagerly awaited further instructions.
“Shit,” Storm said instead. “I was hoping you were into women, but I didn’t expect it to go like this…” She ended up gesturing vaguely at Veronica.
That almost sounded like a rejection. Quickly Veronica spoke. “Well, how did you think it would go?”
“Figured we’d do some dates, get to know each other, know a bit more about each other before we fell into bed. S’how most of my other relationships have gone.”
“We could still do that,” Veronica enthused. “We can treat this as our first date. We have food, a small table, we can talk and get to know each other. And then we can take it from there!”
Storm looked taken aback at Veronica’s ion. Veronica, on the other hand mentally resolved to restrain herself a bit more in the future so she didn’t risk upsetting Storm.
“Okay, well then, tell me about yourself,” Storm said after a moment’s pause. Except it was a command. And Veronica treated it as such.
“Oh, well. I’m twenty-five. I work at Nashmoor Labs as a supervisor over the mass production lines. It pays decently enough, but not enough to pay for all my new clothes and toys so I’ve been thinking about picking up streaming or something on the side. I…”
“Wait, streaming?” Storm cut in. “Like StreamFans?”
Veronica nodded, immediately resolving to set up a StreamFans once she got home.
“Fuck,” Storm said, “That’s kinda hot. Scientist by day, streamer by night. I’d watch the hell out of that.”
Veronica moved her plans for the StreamFans to on the drive home so that way she could do her first stream tonight. Mentally, Veronica started to form a list of all the things she would need to purchase, all the research she’d have to do to make the best stream possible.
“What would you call yourself?”
Veronica’s thoughts screeched to a halt. “Uh… I figured, it’d just be under my name?”
Storm shook her head and the thought was banished from Veronica’s just as quickly. “No, you gotta have some sexy branding. There’s hundreds of Veronica’s out there. You’ve got to do something to set you apart. Have some sexy phrase or nickname to be your brand. Plus, it’d keep your science and stream lives separate.”
Veronica felt so stupid for not having thought of that sooner, but that was part of the reason she listened to other people so well. She might have been a scientist, but when it came to troubleshooting, she had some notable blind spots. It’s why she had and appreciated Storm. Aaron had been okay, but Storm was just better for her.
“I’d have to be short, but related to your name. And something that speaks to sexiness.”
Short? Well there was one shortening of her name that Veronica had seen a lot of recently. “Vikki,” she said unthinkingly.
Storm’s smile lit up the room and Veronica’s mind. “Vikki? I like that. Can I call you that?”
Vikki melted just a bit inside. “You can call me whatever you want.”
Storm smirked. “Well then I’ll you Vikki. And you can stream as Vikki Valentine. You should still go by Veronica at work though. Best keep those two names separate.”
Vikki nodded, so happy and grateful for all of Storm’s guidance. “What else?” she asked eagerly, putting a little hop in her question. Storm’s eyes followed her breasts as they bounced and Vikki made a note to do that every time she asked a question going forward. Well maybe not every time, but often.
“Well,” Storm said, scratching at her head, “To be honest, as much as I’m curious, watching you prance around like that has kinda gotten me all distracted.”
“Oh,” Vikki said, her voice turning very serious. “That is a problem. If me being dressed like this is a distraction, then the apron just has to go.”
With a flick of the wrist she undid the knot holding it in place and let it fall to the floor. Storm gave her a wicked smile and Vikki gave her best playful one in return. “Perhaps,” she said, taking a knee, “I can help focus you.” She put her other knee down and leaned forward between Storm’s chair, her lips perilously close to Storm’s lower ones.
Storm grabbed Vikki by the hair, causing her to squirm. “If you’re going to be all subby like that, you best call me Mistress,” Mistress Storm said in her best imperious tone.
“Yes Mistress. Of course Mistress. May I Mistress?”
Mistress Storm didn’t say yes aloud, but the forceful pull of Vikki’s head forward was all the instruction she needed. She grabbed the heels behind her for stability and set her mind to the very important task before her. Vikki was able to make her Mistress orgasm within three minutes this time. But she didn’t stop. There had been no order to and besides, she wanted to see if she could beat the time for Mistress’ second orgasm.
It wasn’t until late Sunday night that Veronica made it home. As much as she wanted to stay and Storm was willing to have her, the simple truth was that she didn’t have enough clothing at Storm’s for work the next day. They had reluctantly attempted to part at noon and then actually gotten untangled at six. The two of them had dressed, Storm in some casual clothes and Vikki in her club-wear and driven to Vikki’s apartment chatting the entire while. Storm had insisted that ‘Mistress’ was only a bedroom name and Vikki was happy to obey. Storm was sweet enough to wait for Vikki to make it inside before leaving her behind.
Once Storm was out of sight, the shutters came down and Vikki became Veronica once more. She limited how much she exaggerated her motion and tried to be as serious as she could in a miniskirt and five-inch heels. Veronica and Vikki were supposed to be different people, at least that’s how Veronica interpreted Storm’s orders. If Vikki was the sexual and scantily clad one, that meant Veronica had to be the serious one. There would have to be more delineations, but those would come later. Veronica was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep. Tiredly, she climbed the stairs to her apartment.
A package was waiting for her. She picked it up and inspected it curiously. Like all the others, this one was addressed to Vikki. Veronica gave it a curious look as she let herself into her apartment. Unlike every other package, she had no urge, no need to open this one. There was no itch. Curiously, she walked over to the trash can, and to her surprise she was able to drop the package directly into the trash. Veronica didn’t know what that meant, but she didn’t care. Humming to herself one more, she made her way into her bedroom. Sleep was calling, but before she did that Veronica had some s to set up. Storm had been excited about Vikki having an StreamFans, so Veronica needed to make that happen as soon as possible and she wasn’t going to let anything distract her from that.