Saturdays are meant to be peaceful, relaxing. This goes double for Saturday mornings. Which is why you are sure the judge will rule what you are about to do as involuntary manslaughter, once you find out who has been ringing your doorbell at 8 in the morning. You open the door, clad only in a pair of black boxers. In retrospect, that may have been a poor choice.

Your tormentor is some high class woman, with carefully styled purple hair, a gold necklace, and a teal dress that does a fine job of hinting at her curves while leaving something to the imagination. For her part, she looks you up and down. She doesn't seem to be too impressed. You hold back a sigh and reign in your murderous instincts.

"Good morning, Ma'am. What can I do for you?"

She forces a smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Mous. Aren't you going to invite me inside?"

You blink, then shrug.

"Alright, make yourself at home."

You head off to the kitchen and start brewing some coffee. You hear her close the door, and you call out,

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

You don't get an answer for several seconds. You hear footsteps on the kitchen tile.

"That won't be necessary, I doubt you have anything here that would be up to my standards."

You turn to find her seated at the kitchen table, looking down her nose at your humble accommodations. You sit down opposite her and cross your arms.
"So, would you care to introduce yourself, and your reason for visiting?"

The woman stares at you.

"You don't know who I am?"

You shrug.

"Someone from the board of education, if I had to guess."

She sneers.

"At least you know that much. I'm Spoiled Rich, wife of Filthy Rich, the man who owns this town."

You blink.

"Congratulations."

She gives you an odd look.

"Yes, thank you. The reason I am here is in regards to my daughter."

You lean back in your chair, trying not to show your nervousness.

"Does she need more swimming lessons?"

Spoiled Rich shakes her head.

"No, that is being taken care of. She said that you were... nice."

You blink.

"Thank you?"

She nods.

"You should be grateful for a compliment from my daughter. I have also looked over Mrs. Harshwhinny's report, and I wanted to verify things for myself."

You immediately relax. You aren't getting fired, arrested, or sued. Just good ol' sexy business.

"I'm happy to provide a demonstration, but would you be willing to wait until after breakfast and a shower?"

Spoiled purses her lips.

"I suppose this is the cost of dropping by unannounced. Yes, I can wait."

You smile.

"Thanks, I'll try not to take too long."

You stand up and grab some bread from the cupboard, tossing four slices in your toaster. You break out the large frying pan just to make things faster, and turn on the hotplate of your stove.

"What are you making?"

You glance over your shoulder to find Mrs. Rich looking at you with a bored expression.

"Fried egg sandwiches. Want one?"

Her lip curls.

"I'll pass."

You shrug, and fetch the eggs from the fridge, along with some cheddar and a bottle of sriracha. As you grate the cheese in two piles on the pan, you try to revive the conversation.

"So, when you aren't deciding the fate of the education system from your shadowy council of evil, what do you do?"

She lets out a dark chuckle.

"You joke, but you're far more right than you could know. Just the other day, the- hmmm, perhaps I shouldn't say."

You look over your shoulder again, feeling a little worried.

"Should I be preparing for a demonic incursion, hosting a terrorist cell, or massive layoffs?"

Spoiled rolls her eyes.

"None of the above. Our evil is purely for funneling more money into the community and lining our pockets with the excess."

You turn back to cooking, grabbing a spatula as the cheese bubbles and becomes deliciously crispy.

"Oh, if that's all. I'll let the peasantry know they can put away the torches and pitchforks."

"Oh, you call them that too?"

You pause. That sounded like a genuine question. You look back at her. She smiles pleasantly, head tilted in inquiry.

"Was that a joke?"

Mrs. Rich smirks slightly.

"I am sure I am entirely too wealthy to joke around with some minor employee in his home."

You chuckle, shaking your head.

"You're a real piece of work, Mrs. Rich."

The toaster pops and you turn back to breakfast.

"I believe you will find I am a masterpiece of work, Mr. Mous."

You plate the toast, squirting sriracha on two slices, then sliding the grilled cheese on top of that. You crack two eggs to fry in the cheese grease.

"I'll be looking forward to it. Any requests for the demonstration?"

Spoiled hums in contemplation.

"You do have lubricant, yes?"

You watch the eggs carefully.

"Indeed I do."

"Good. Then the penetrative portion shall be entirely anal, as I am too close to ovulation."

You twist your torso around and salute her with the spatula.

"Order received, ma'am."

She rolls her eyes and waves her hand dismissively.

"Yes, yes, as you were."

You flip the eggs, your kitchen filling with their delicious fragrance. You idly wonder how early she must have gotten up, to arrive on your doorstep fully made up and styled. You shudder at the thought. Early birds are unnatural. Soon enough, you scoop the eggs onto the toast and complete your sandwiches. You turn the stove off and carry the plate to the table. Spoiled stares at your breakfast in morbid fascination. You sit down and start eating. You're halfway through the first sandwich by the time she actually says something.

"I'll grant you, for how low class this is, it does smell good."

You gesture to the sandwich still on the plate.

"Feel free to have a bite, if you are curious."

She frowns, pressing her lips together. You shrug and keep eating. As you pop the last bite into your mouth, she sighs.

"I suppose one bite cannot hurt."

Spoiled delicately picks up the other sandwich and takes a bite from the corner. Her eyebrows raise.

"This isn't as terrible as I thought it would be."

You smile.

"High praise, coming from you."

She nods absently, then takes another bite. She stiffens, involuntarily swallowing. Spoiled turns an urgent gaze towards you. She croaks out,

"Milk, peasant!"

You quickly stride to the fridge, letting the door close on its own once you retrieve the jug. You fling a cabinet door open, grab a glass, and return to the table. Spoiled is sweating and rather flushed. You pour the milk, sliding the glass towards her. She takes deep gulps of it, until the cup is a little over half empty. You fall back into your chair.

"Sorry, didn't think it was that spicy."

She wipes her forehead and gives you a weak glare.

"I have a refined palate."

You shrug.

"Fair enough. Shall I finish the rest?"

She sips her milk and pushes the plate towards you.

"By all means. And take a breath mint once you are done."

In retrospect, eating eggs before kissing and such was probably a bad idea. Oh well. You polish off the rest of the sandwich and a tic tac or two in short order. Spoiled leaves the glass on the table as you head towards the bathroom. You strip out of your boxers, tossing them in the hamper. Your guest tilts her head.

"You really ought to be harder, in my presence."

You turn on the tub faucet, twisting the handle a handful of degrees into the warm side. You straighten and give her an unimpressed look.

"You are awfully critical, for someone asking for a favor."

She blushes slightly, her hand absently toying with her necklace.

"I didn't mean it as a criticism, I am merely accustomed to having more of an effect on men. For what it's worth, you are rather well-endowed."

You shake your head, amusement tinged with exasperation.

"Thanks, I guess. Want to join me in the shower?"

As you look her up and down, you find yourself rising to the occasion. Spoiled's eyebrows rise as well, and it takes her a moment to make eye contact again.

"No thank you. I'd rather keep my makeup and hair as it is."

You shrug.

"Understandable. You do look rather beautiful like that."

She can't help but smile at that. You step into the tub, drawing the curtain. After testing the water, you pull the stopper and bask in the sudden shower of hot water. You hum happily. Over the hiss of the water, you hear the rustling of silk.

"When you get out, do be careful not to drip on my clothes."

You poke your head out of the curtain. Spoiled is bent over, her red lace bra barely cupping her respectable tracts of land. She raises an eyebrow at you as she shimmies the rest of the way out of her skirt. You grin.

"Can't help myself, if a sexy woman is undressing, I must watch."

She steps out of the skirt and straightens, hands on her hips and a smirk on her lips.

"I always knew the lower classes had poor impulse control. As a treat, if you finish your shower quickly, I'll let you take off the rest."

You nod sharply.

"Deal."

When you do exit the bathroom, you find Spoiled browsing the bookshelves of your bedroom. She doesn't seem to have noticed you, so you sneak closer. Your eyes are drawn to her perky booty, her red thong doing nothing to conceal the bountiful moon. Your hands are drawn in by its gravity. You give her rump a good squeeze, and she squeaks in surprise. She glares at you over her shoulder, and you can't help but grin back.

"Sorry, my lower class poor impulse control got the better of me."

Spoiled rolls her eyes, then glances down at where your fingers are still kneading her ass.

"If you'll let me turn around, we can get started."

"As you wish."

You reluctantly let go, and she turns to face you. Her gaze flickers up and down your body, only briefly making eye contact with you. Despite her proud posture, you can sense some sort of tension within her. You put your hands on her shoulders, then slide them up her neck to cup her face. She gazes into your eyes now, cheeks lightly blushing, lips parted in expectation. You tilt her head up slightly, and meet her lips with your own.

She is soft and smooth, and accepts your tongue immediately. Spoiled tastes faintly of milk, and as her tongue wrestles with your own, of a desperate need. Your hands drift down, settling on her lower back and pulling her body against yours . She hums in contentment and wraps her arms around your neck. You aren't sure how long you stand there, sharing warmth, drawing comfort from the simple intimacy and pleasure from the increasingly passionate kissing. Then Spoiled moves her arms, exploring your body with her soft touch. You take that as a signal to move along in your task. One hand slides down and cups her ass once more. The other comes up to unlatch her bra. Spoiled breaks the kiss with a sigh of regret, but she gives you a sultry look as she casts aside her bra.

"I'm surprised it took you this long to go for your treat. I am rather impressed."

You cup her breast in one hand, the other still on her ass.

"It's not every day I get to enjoy a body like yours,"

Well, actually, it is almost every day, but that doesn't make today any less special. You continue,

"I fully intend to savor the experience."

Spoiled blushes, unable to keep a genuine smile from spreading across her face.

"Thank you."

You are a little surprised at the simple expression of gratitude, and by the sweet kiss she places on your lips. Abandoning your grip on her plush and bouncy anatomy, you hug her tight. She is soft and warm against you, practically melting in your arms. You deepen the kiss, your hands moving down to just under her rump. Spoiled reads your intention immediately, hooking her arms around your neck and her legs around your waist. You carry her over to the bed and lay her down on the sheets. You break the kiss this time. She smiles knowingly as you trail kisses down her throat, to her chest, and finally to her firm nipple.

"Good boy."

You alternate swirling your tongue around her areola and sucking on her tit. You play with her other breast, squeezing, pinching, rubbing, flicking. Spoiled arches her back, running a hand through your hair, sighing and whimpering under your ministrations. You hum in pleasure, glad to see her have such a good time. When you release her nipple from your mouth, she lets out a disappointed whine. It cuts off as you begin to kiss your way down her belly. You crawl backwards, between her legs and halfway off the bed. You bite the waistband of her panties, pulling them down. Spoiled helpfully lifts her legs as you drag your prize away

At last you open your mouth, letting the thong fall into your hand, only to set them aside. You grab her leg by the ankle, kissing a trail down her calf and up her thigh. Her breath hitches as you draw ever closer to her glistening treasure. Your lips brush her puffy pussy and her hips jolt. You proceed to kiss her other thigh, starting close to her knee. Spoiled looks at you with bleary irritation, her carefully styled hair delightfully mussed.

"Just eat me out already, peasant!"

You chuckle.

"Yes ma'am."

You descend upon her flower, licking up and down her slit. She hisses, then sighs as you lap at her juices. The scent of her feminine arousal fills your senses. You lose yourself exploring her pussy, memorizing her every twitch and moan, lavishing her clit with as much attention as she can stand, then diving once more between her folds. Her fingers snarl in the sheets, her legs alternate between being splayed wide in complete surrender to your tongue, and clamping around your head as she urges you not to stop. Spoiled pants and moans, writhing on your bed, looking more beautiful than ever before. You press on, exploring and exploiting her depths. Her legs clamp around you once more, one hand clutching at her breast, the other pushing your head down between her thighs.

"Oh stars, yes!"

Her body bucks and writhes uncontrollably, wracked with pleasure. All you can taste is her ecstasy, all you can smell is her arousal, all you can see is her silky smooth skin shining with sweat. You drink deep of this beautiful woman. In time, she releases her hold on you, laying limp on the bed with a blissful smile.

"If anything, Harshwhinny understated your talents, Mr. Mous."

You grab a tube of lube and start applying it to your fingers.

"To be fair, she skipped the oral portion of the examination."

Spoiled chuckles.

"Typical bureaucrat. Always cutting corners."

You shrug, not knowing or caring about whatever stratification went on behind the Board's doors. Instead, you work your lubed up middle finger into Spoiled Rich's ass. She gasps at the stimulation, her hips bucking once. She gives you an amused look.

"You're relentless, you know that?"

You wink at her.

"It's part of my charm."

She spreads her cheeks slightly.

"Is this w-"

You push your pointer finger past her puckered entrance, pumping the two fingers in and out.

"Oh~, yes, is this what the help calls charming someone these days?"

You squirt some lube onto your cock and toss away the tube.

"No, but that's next."

You give your cock a few strokes to coat it. Spoiled eyes your manhood with blatant greed, her hands pulling her cheeks apart. You press your dick against her rear access and she moans softly. You thrust slowly, watching her face for any twinge of pain. For her part, she arches her back, practically purring. You hilt with a grunt, savoring her tight heat along your length. Spoiled clamps her thighs against your waist and sits up partially to latch onto your shoulders. You raise an eyebrow as she pulls you down on top of her. She smirks, then rolls the two of you over. You yelp as your back hits the sheets. The woman laughs smugly, her breasts resting lightly on your chest.

"Did you really think I would be the bottom? How cute."

You slide your hands up her thighs as she straddles your waist, and then grip her hips

"Oh no, how will my pride ever recover?"

You pull out as much as you can, then slam your cock back up her ass. Her eyes roll back as she collapses against your chest with a coo. You grin.

"I suppose I'll just have to accept place in life."

Spoiled props herself up on your chest with her forearms, gazing at you with a wry smile.

"You make for a poor peasant. I'll have to promote you to some more suitable position."

She rolls her hips in a slow motion, her walls rubbing against your dick in a way that makes it hard to think through the pleasure. You groan, instinctively matching her rhythm. It takes you a moment to gather your thoughts enough to speak.

"And what would that be?"

Spoiled leans down, her lips brushing your ear to whisper.

"You'd make a wonderful bed-warmer."

Then she delicately bites your ear lobe. Your toes curl and you swear softly, your hips leaving the bed as you strain to shove every last inch of your manhood inside of her. She whimpers.

"Yes, just like that!"

You fall back, then thrust upwards once more, her ass slapping against your thighs as she impales herself upon you. You leave one hand to steady her hips, the other tracing along her side to cup her breast.

"I'll be a whore instead, they have more fun."

Spoiled leans into your touch, staring into your eyes with a sultry gaze.

"Suit yourself. But enough negotiating."

You don't get a chance to reply as she kisses you hungrily. Your tongues wrestle against each other, sometimes breaking the kiss to nibble on the other's lips. Meanwhile, she rides your cock vigorously, her body writhing and sliding against your own. The room resounds with the sounds of your and her appreciation. She groans huskily.

“Oh, how I missed this.”

You tweak her nipple.

“I can hardly imagine your husband leaving you alone, not looking as you do.”

Mrs. Rich slows her pace, looking down at your hand on her breast. She covers it with her own, her expression falling like petals from a flower.

“We still relieve each other, but…”

You reach up with your free hand and brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Something’s missing?”

Spoiled searches your face for something you cannot name. You give her a helpless smile. She sighs, closing her eyes.

"We don't kiss any more."

You sit up and wrap the once-proud woman in your arms. She rests her head on your shoulder. To be honest, you aren’t entirely sure where sex ends and love begins here. You have to confirm something before you can do anything else.

"Kissing me isn't cheating, is it?"

Mrs. Rich lets out an undignified giggle.

“No, nothing like that.”

She pushes you back into the mattress, crossing her arms on your chest and looking at you with a wry smile.

“I forgot you’re not from here. No, kissing is… you’re excited to have fun with your partner. You’re happy to give them pleasure, and you are enjoying being with them.”

Well, at least you’ve instinctively been using kissing right for this culture. The question is, what does it mean for a married couple to stop kissing? No excitement, not enjoying it. A chore. Your heart sinks for the woman on top of you.

"I’m sorry. Has it been like this for a while, between you and your husband?”

Spoiled averts her eyes.

“At least a year, now.”

She shoves herself upright with a frustrated growl.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this, it has nothing to do with you.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows.

“It’s not entirely unrelated.I’m supposed to listen, to help, to relieve. I think you have a hard time opening up, and I’m honored you feel comfortable enough with me to let yourself be vulnerable.”

Mrs. Rich chuckles weakly.

“I didn’t think I would be getting a full demonstration. Well, you’ve listened, we’re in the middle of relief, but I doubt this is something you can help me with.”

You shrug.

“Maybe not, but I want to try. You said it has been at least a year since your husband kissed you. I assume you haven’t kissed him for about the same amount of time?”

She frowns.

“That’s what I said.”

You sigh, sitting up. You’ve spent so much time talking that you’ve gotten soft, slipping out of her. She shifts a little at the sensation, but her eyes are fixed on yours. You cup her cheek with a hand, rubbing your thumb over her lips. You remember the tension she had before you kissed her at the start of this little romp.

“Spoiled, you can’t wait for him to kiss you. That has not worked and it will not work.”

Mrs. Rich scowls at you, grabbing your wrist.

“Get to the point.”

You let her pull your hand away from her face, though she doesn’t let go.

“I think you’re afraid that he doesn’t love you anymore.”

Spoiled’s grip on your wrist tightens, but not painfully. She keeps her mask of anger, but her eyes are almost pleading. You lean forward suddenly, kissing her on the lips. She pulls back in surprise, her free hand automatically going to her mouth. You smile.

“I think he wonders the same about you. Surprise him like I just surprised you. Show him that you still love him, that you are still proud to be his wife.”

Mrs. Rich pats her hair out of a nervous habit.

“You think that will work?”

You nod.

“I think so. You are a powerful, capable woman. You can do this.”

Spoiled graces with one of her genuine smiles.

“Thank you.”

She lets go of your wrist and slides off the bed, striding towards her clothes with firm purpose.

“Well, I’m sorry to cut this short, but I have a lot on my mind, as you can no doubt imagine.”

You recline on your elbows, taking the chance to ogle her lithe body as she slipped into her clothes.

“Some other time, perhaps.”

She flashes a wry grin at you as she shimmies into her dress.

“Of course, I always finish what I start. Besides, you’ve only been in one hole so far.”

You grin back.

“I shall look forward to the full experience.”

You get out of bed leisurely, fetching a fresh pair of boxers as she puts on her blouse. Spoiled walks into the bathroom, gazing at the mirror and combing her hair into some semblance of order. She rolls her shoulders back as she finishes, then gives her reflection a sharp nod. When her eyes find you again, they are bright and determined.

“Diamond was right, you are nice.”

You bow your head, accepting the complement.

“One does one’s best. Shall I walk your highness to the door?”

You offer her your arm. She rolls her eyes, but daintily places her hand in the crook of your elbow.

“You will address me as mistress.”

As the two of you make your way to the door, she glances sidelong at you.

”Would you prefer to be called whore?”

You chuckle.

“It could be fun to try out next time.”

You turn the knob and let in the late morning sunlight. Spoiled removes her hand from your arm and steps out onto your doorstep, turning to face you. There is the briefest moment of hesitation, then she wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you down into a kiss. You hands begin to circle around her lower back. She abruptly breaks the kiss and pushes you away. Mrs. Rich smirks.

“Until then.”

You can only stare as she skips down the sidewalk and climbs into her sportscar. As she drives off, you shake your head. Hopefully she can patch things up with Mr. Rich, but who knows. What you do know is that it has been altogether a strange and tiring morning and you need a nap. You close the door and stagger into the living room. You flop down on the couch, nuzzling into the cushions.

You’re going to need all your energy for tomorrow.