The Stepmother, Part 2

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THE STEPMOTHER

2.	The Party.

   Thursday afternoon Melissa told Katie she was going to visit some friends.
Katie paid no attention.  She was focused on her party.  Melissa drove to
meet Angelina who along with her cousin Maria helped Melissa apply makeup to
her face to darken her complexion.  Angelina had several servant uniforms and
Melissa borrowed one.  With a black wig, glasses, earrings and bracelets,
dressed in the servant uniform she looked like a totally different girl.

   Angelina was 18 but was skinnier than Melissa.  Her uniform was a bit
small on the buxom 16 year old.  Her tight-fitting outfit made Melissa look
more voluptuous, which was good.  She wanted to look older than 16 and she
did.

   Angelina and her cousin Maria were both seasoned smokers.  The three girls
shared cigarettes while getting ready.  Smoking with them was fun for
Melissa.  She liked smoking with Consuela's daughter and her cousin Maria.
And she also liked her new persona.  The other girls practiced calling her
"Carla" to complete the disguise.

   Arriving at the Robertson's they went straight to the kitchen and helped
get food ready for the party.  Angelina introduced `Carla' to her brother
Jose and his friend Enrique.  Enrique was a handsome kid of 19, three years
older than Melissa.  He seemed smitten by the beautiful chameleon.  He winked
at her several times before assuming his post out front to park cars.
Melissa had to laugh.  It'd been a long time since she'd been with a boy.
She got the feeling that if she showed any interest Enrique would
reciprocate.  She filed this information away for future reference.

   Meanwhile Consuela briefed Melissa on her duties in the kitchen.  Soon the
youngster was ready to go.  They all worked hard finishing the food
preparation.  Several times Katie came into the kitchen to check on things.
Consuela introduced her to `Carla.'  Katie didn't seem to recognize the new
girl as her disguised stepdaughter.

   The guests arrived at seven.  For several hours `Carla' worked with
Angelina and Maria serving, clearing plates and attending to guests.  She had
no time to smoke but she didn't mind.  She was busy enjoying her masquerade.
She watched Katie closely as her stepmother interacted with the guests.  She
saw nothing unusual or illicit.  Mostly it was small talk, lots of laughter
and lots of alcohol with upwardly mobile men and women in their twenties and
thirties drinking and talking.  Nothing more, nothing less.  Melissa liked
pretending to be a domestic and spying on her stepmother.  Till the end of
the party nothing significant happened.

   Most of the guests left by ten thirty.  It was mid-week.  Most had to work
the next day.  For Consuela and her helpers, however, the truly hard work
began as soon as the guests left.  Dishes had to be washed and the great room
cleared, dusted, straightened and vacuumed.  Katie, of course, didn't lift a
finger to help.  It was, as Consuela noted earlier, beneath someone of her
stature in life!

   During the evening a few of the guests had slipped out onto the back patio
to smoke.  There were no ashtrays in the great room.  It made the cleanup
easier, Melissa had to admit.  Even so by eleven the work still wasn't done.
She, Angelina, Maria, Jose, Enrique and Consuela continued working hard.
Once again Enrique seemed to pay special attention to the disguised teenager.
"He's only interested because he knows what I'm up to," Melissa silently
surmised.  Still, she enjoyed the male approval and attention.

   Katie was in a particularly good mood.  Her party had been a success and
she'd had way too much to drink.  Once her guests were gone she had Jose fix
her yet another drink.  She laughed and talked aimlessly to the girls and
guys who were cleaning up.

   At one point Melissa stopped in the front hall to catch her breath after
carrying several large serving trays back to the kitchen.  Katie ambled up
beside the now black-haired youngster.  She had a drink in hand.

   "Hey, there," she mumbled.  "What did you say your name was, dear?"

   Melissa smiled shyly.  She'd purposely tried to avoid speaking to Katie.
Now she simply had no choice.  "My name ees Carla," she said diffidently,
assuming a slight Spanish accent.

   "You're new, aren't you?" Katie went on, sipping her drink.  Her speech
was slurred.  "Consuela said she needed more help tonight.  But you guys did
great.  The party was a big hit."

   "Gracias, Mrs. Robertson," Melissa answered.

   Katie looked more closely.  At first Melissa feared she recognized her.
But then Katie said something completely unexpected.

   "You know what, Carla, honey?  That uniform is too damn snug on you!
Those big cute boobs of yours are packed way too tight in there, aren't
they?"

   "Si, I guess.  The uniform is a little small for me I suppose."  She was
uncomfortable with where the conversation seemed to be heading.

   "Yeah, but my God, girl, you sure do have big tits!"  Katie went on
sipping her drink noticeably admiring the teenager's breasts.  Then Katie
paused.  "God, you're awful cute, Carla.  I bet you get it as much as you
want.  Don't you, honey?"

   Melissa fidgeted.  "Lo siento.  I'm sorry.  I don't understand.  Get
what?"

   "Sex, honey," Katie laughed.  "Oh yeah, I bet you pretty hot little
Mexican girls get fucked all the time, don't you?  Lots of action.  Am I
right?"

   Horrified, Melissa demurely smiled.  "Not me, Mrs. Robertson."  She didn't
know what else to say.  She was aghast at her stepmother's assumption that
Mexican-American girls were for some reason more sexually active than
Caucasian teenagers.

   Katie misunderstood the reply.  She made a face.  "Oh, I'm so sorry to
hear that.  That's too bad.  But I tell you what, honey.  You're a real
beauty.  I mean it.  You have the looks and the body to get it any time you
want."  She raised her eyebrows as if a light suddenly switched on.  "That
is, unless you prefer girls?"

   Oh God!.  She thinks I'm a lesbian!  "Oh, no," she began to protest.  "I'm
not  -."

   Katie cut her off.  "No need to apologize, honey.  It's totally okay with
me.  Don't be ashamed, Carla.  I totally understand.  In fact _I_ like girls,
too, to be honest.  I like to fool around."  She winked and took another sip.
"It's just between us, you understand.  But if you want to come upstairs with
me for a few minutes I'd love to prove it to you, you beautiful thing."

   Shit!  She's propositioning me, Melissa realized.

   "But Mrs. Robertson, you're married," she started to object.  "You can't
-."

   Once more Katie interrupted.  "Oh come on, sweetie.  That doesn't mean a
thing!  God, my husband's out of town all week every week.  I get so damn
lonely.  But I promise you this.  I'm one hell of a lover.  I'd love to show
you."  She winked again and touched her shoulder.

   Melissa froze.  She didn't know what to do or say.  She was being
propositioned by her stepmother!  She just stood there with her mouth open in
disbelief.

   Katie inched closer.  "You're so pretty, honey," she sighed.  With the
hand not holding her drink Katie began stroking Melissa's large breasts.
They were indeed constricted inside the too tight uniform.  "Some dyke girls
don't like feminine women like me.  But maybe you do.  I hope so.  I'd love
to go upstairs with you and let those big beautiful titties out of that tight
uniform so they can breathe."  She leered at the shocked teenager.  Katie
brazenly pressed her hand harder against Melissa's breasts.  "What do you
say, honey?  Are you up for it?  Because I sure as hell am!"

   At that moment Angelina walked in.  Not noticing the awkward interchange
she spoke.  "Hey Carla, Mom and Maria have the dishes done.  The food's
finally put away.  We're loading stuff into the car.  Are you ready to go?"

   Thankful for the intervention Melissa turned to Katie.  Keeping up the
façade she spoke again with a slight Spanish accent.  "Excuse me, Mrs.
Robertson.  I don't mean to be rude.  But the other girls are leaving.  I
must go with them."

   Katie sipped her drink again and frowned.  "I was just enjoying talking to
your friend here," she explained to Angelina.  "I hope to see you again soon,
Carla.  I'd really like that.  I mean it.  Give me a call.  I'm in the book."
She winked as the girls walked away.

   Angelina was perplexed.  "What was that?" she asked when they reached the
kitchen.

   "You won't believe it," Melissa gasped.  "If I tell you, you won't fuckin'
believe it!"  She grabbed her purse from the kitchen and shivered.  "My God!
I _really_ need a cigarette!"

   Angelina smiled sympathetically.  She didn't catch the urgent nature of
Melissa's declaration.  "Yeah, no joke.  Me, too!  My body's dying for one!"
She giggled.  "I just hate it when there's no break during a gig like this.
God, I really need to smoke, too.  Mom went home with Jose and Enrique.  You,
Maria and I can ride back to our house in my car if that's okay.  We can
smoke in the car."

   "Yeah, sure.  Great."  Melissa was shaking as they left the house through
the back door.  As soon as she was outside she grabbed her pack from her
purse and quickly slid a single Marlboro Light 100 into her trembling lips.

   Angelina laughed watching her comrade light up and do a hurried
double-pump.  "Oh my God!  You really _were_ desperate for some nicotine,
weren't you, Melissa?"

   "You have _no_ fuckin' idea," the disguised teenager panted.  Smoke rushed
in and out of her mouth and nostrils.  "Wait till I tell you what just
happened in there!"

   Once in the car Angelina and Maria also lit up cigarettes.  The Latino
girls both smoked full flavor Newport 100's just like Consuela.  Right away
the automobile interior was thick with smoke.  Being in a smoke-filled
environment felt strangely tranquilizing.  Melissa continued to smoke her own
cigarette furiously, desperately filling her lungs with lots of smoke.

   "She came onto me in there," she finally gasped in between drags.  She
paused and looked at her friends.  It was clear Maria and Angelina didn't
understand.  "Katie hit on me."

   Maria whistled in disbelief.  "You're kidding!"

   "No, I'm not kidding," Melissa assured them.  "She touched my breasts.
She kept talking about how tight my uniform was and how she thought my boobs
needed to get out and breathe."

   Angelina slowly smiled.  "Oh my God, Melissa!  This is perfect.  Isn't
this what you wanted?  You wanted some dirt, dirt to use to turn your dad
against Katie.  God, it's exactly what you were wishing for!"

   A smile slowly crept over Melissa's face.  "Yeah, I guess it is.  But
hell.  It won't work.  It's only my word against hers.  Even if I tell Dad
what happened in there she'll deny it.  I'm not sure it's enough evidence to
convince Dad to dump the bitch."

   They drove in silence awhile.  All three girls continued to smoke.
Suddenly Melissa spoke again.  "Wait a minute.  It happened in the front
hall.  Maybe there is evidence after all!"

   "What are you talking about?" Angelina wanted to know.

   "We have security cameras aimed at every entrance in the house, including
one aimed directly at the front door," the excited teenager went on.  "The
cameras film the areas around the doors so if anyone comes in or out there's
a record."  She took a long hit on her Marlboro.  "For each camera the
videotape runs on a continuous 24 hour loop.  It automatically records over
stuff that happened during the 24 hours before.  That is, unless someone
removes the film to print pictures or copy the video."

   "I don't understand," Maria admitted.  She raised her Newport 100 to her
mouth.  "What does that mean?" she asked before taking a drag.

   "Don't you see?"  Melissa grew more excited.  "It means I can get Edward
to remove the tape and print pictures or make video copies of the incident.
I only need to know what time it happened."  She looked at her watch.  "God!
I can get both still pictures and video of what just happened in there.
Don't you see?  Even if the bitch denies coming on to Carla I've got proof."
She hit again on her cigarette.  "I can bring her down after all!"

   Sitting behind the wheel Angelina grinned.  "Or, there's another
alternative.  You could just blackmail her.  You could get whatever you want
from her now.  You've got her, Melissa!"

   Melissa nodded eagerly.  "You're right, Angelina.  Wait till I tell
Consuela.  Damn!  Your mom and I will have fun with this!"

   Back at the Rodriguez house the girls eagerly explained to Consuela what
happened.  Melissa then changed her clothes to return home.  Katie was sound
asleep by the time she got there.  It was after midnight when Melissa
descended into the basement to confirm that indeed the security cameras were
running.  They were.  A tingle of delight ran through her nimble frame as she
bounced back up to her room.  She sighed contentedly.  In the morning she'd
get Edward to make copies of still pictures and the video of the eleven o'
clock incident in the hallway.  She now had the upper hand.  Never in her
wildest dreams did she imagine she'd so quickly get such evidence.  It was
evidence that'd change everything!

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   The next morning Melissa sat at the kitchen table while Consuela cleaned
the silverware.  "So, that's it, Consuela.  I decided to change my strategy.
Angelina's right.  I can pull the trigger and get rid of Katie later if I
want.  But for now I'd rather control her than eliminate her."

   As Consuela was about to ask a question a bleary-eyed Katie walked in.
She looked terribly hung over.  There was a scowl on her otherwise pretty
face.

   "Is there coffee?" she muttered to the housekeeper.  "God, I really need
coffee!"

   "Too much to drink last night?" Melissa asked pleasantly.  "You look like
shit!"

   "Excuse me?" Katie said noticing her stepdaughter for the first time.

   "I said you look like shit, Katie," she repeated, smiling like a Cheshire
cat.

   Katie poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down.  "That's a hell of a
thing to say," she muttered, sipping for a moment.  "Friendly much?"

   "Oh, I can be very friendly, Katie.  I'm just surprised you're not
embarrassed by what happened last night at the party."

   Katie tilted her head and frowned.  "What in the hell are you talking
about?"

   Melissa smiled.  "Consuela, will you leave us alone?"  The housekeeper
nodded and quietly left.  As soon as she was gone the teenager turned toward
her blond stepmother.  "You need to see these pictures."  She pushed some
still black and white photographs across the table.

   Katie looked at the pictures.  She looked at them a second time and then
stared in utter disbelief.  "What the hell is this?  Where did you get
these?"

   "I guess you're not be familiar with our house's security system.  We have
cameras at every door throughout the house.  They record everything that
happens.  The purpose is to record any attempted break ins.  But they also
record everything else; like this little groping incident for example.  Isn't
technology great?"

   Katie gasped, thrown for a loop by the incriminating photos.  "God, I was
so drunk last night," she stammered helplessly.  Finally she realized Melissa
was threatening her.  "Now wait just a second.  How did you know what
happened between me and that girl?  Not that anything did happen.  But you
weren't there.  How did you know to check the security camera?"

   Melissa grinned.  "You didn't realize it, Katie, but just for fun I
dressed up and worked as a member of Consuela's work crew last night.  It was
sort of dumb, but I did it.  The black-haired girl you came on to, Katie, was
yours truly.  Those are my boobs you're fondling in the picture."

   Katie was incredulous.  "Oh my God!  It was you?  I don't believe it." She
looked more closely at the photos and the light came on.  "You little bitch!
How dare you trick me like that?"

   "I didn't trick you.  It was a harmless prank."  That wasn't exactly true.
But Katie didn't need to know her real reason for dressing up as a domestic.
"I did nothing wrong.  I just wanted to see what it was like to work as a
servant.  But you, on the other hand, you committed a serious indiscretion,
Katie.  And I've got proof!"

   "Oh God," moaned the blond woman.  "Shit!  Melissa, I know you don't like
me and you're mad I married your dad.  But this is uncalled for.  You won't
show Bill these pictures?"

   "Depends," said Melissa still smiling.  "Maybe we can work out a deal,
Katie.  If so I'll sit on the photos.  And in case you're tempted to rip `em
up let me assure you I have copies."

   Katie sighed.  "Okay, honey.  I get it.  I see what's going on.  What do
you want?  It is money?  Name your price.  I don't want Bill to see these
even though I can explain.  I was drunk, lonely, and okay, I was horny.  I
admit I used to fool around with girls occasionally.  But I've never cheated
on your father.  Never!"

   Melissa had her stepmother right where she wanted her.  "Cut the
self-serving bullshit, Katie.  You want these pictures destroyed.  But you
also have something I want.  So let's make a deal."  She took a deep breath.
"I started smoking at school this spring, Katie.  My roommate got me started.
I soon found out that I really like smoking.  By the time exams rolled around
I was up to a pack a day.  Are you with me so far?"

   Katie nodded.

   "I knew it'd be hard to continue indulging my budding cigarette habit once
I got home for the summer.  I knew I had to cut down.  I thought I could
sneak at least a few cigarettes when I really needed `em.  I figured it'd be
no problem."  She smiled.  "But it turns out I miss smoking a lot more than I
thought I would.  You see, Katie, I really, really want to smoke more now.  A
whole lot more.  But Consuela says you have a new rule; no smoking anywhere
in the house."

   Katie broke in.  "Look, Melissa.  If you want me to let you smoke in the
house, then sure, you got it, honey.  I can live with that.  That's no
problem."

   "Thanks, Katie.  I appreciate it.  That'll help.  But it's not all I want.
I want more.  Much more."  She took another deep breath.  "Dad doesn't know I
smoke and I don't want him to.  Not yet anyway.  I'm only 16 after all.  I
doubt he'd go ballistic but I'm not sure how he'd feel.  Now that you know
that I smoke you've got something on me, too.  So we're even."

   Katie nodded again.  Obviously Melissa had something in mind.

   "So here's what I want from you, Katie.  I need cover.  Dad only comes
home on the weekends.  If he smells smoke in the house he'll wonder where
it's coming from.  Consuela smokes, but even back in the old days she only
smoked in the basement.  If _you_ start smoking in the house, however, then
I'll be covered.  Do you catch my drift?"

   Katie looked horrified.  "God!  You want me to smoke?"

   "I sure do," Melissa confidently answered.  She sounded sure of herself.
But inside she was shaking like a leaf.  "I want you to start smoking all the
time here in the house.  That way Dad won't suspect that I smoke, too.  It'll
cover my habit.  What do you think of my idea?"

   "I think it sucks, you little bitch," Katie sputtered.  "It's insane.  Why
should I?"

   "Because, Katie, if you don't, these pictures go to Dad.  Maybe you can
explain them; maybe not.  But I know all about your pre-nuptial agreement.
If Dad divorces you now you get nothing.  That'd be a shame.  Dad might be
real pissed to know you came on to some cute young girl and tried to get her
into your bed."

   "I'd tell Bill you blackmailed me.  I'd tell him you set me up!"

   "You could.  And he'd find out I smoke, too.  But eventually he'll find
that out anyway.  He may not be happy with me.  But it won't be the end of my
world.  However if he sees these pictures it could be the end of yours."  She
smiled.  "Tell me, Katie.  Did you ever smoke?  I bet you did."

   Katie slowly nodded.  "Yeah, I did.  I quit four years ago.  I smoked in
high school and college and for a few years afterwards."

   Melissa grinned smugly.  "It doesn't surprise me.  And what made you
decide to quit?"

   "Smoking's bad for you.  But that's not really why I quit.  I decided
being a smoker didn't help me get ahead.  None of the executives where I
worked smoked.  At least they didn't at work.  I quit mostly to impress the
people I needed to impress to get ahead."

   "But that's no longer a problem, is it?" Melissa smiled.  "You don't have
to worry about impressing anyone anymore, do you, Katie?  You grabbed the big
brass ring!"

   "Yeah, I don't worry about impressing people anymore," the blond stammered
in agreement.  "Except your dad.  I don't know how he'd react if I told him I
wanted to smoke.  I don't think he knows that I used to."

   "But you also don't know how he'd react if he saw these pictures.  Tell me
this, Katie.  Which of the two alternatives do you want to sell to Dad?  It's
either these pictures or a sudden unexpected return to an old habit.  Your
choice."

   "Damn," Katie muttered.  "You are a conniving little bitch.  You know
that?"  She sighed.  "I need to think.  You're giving me no alternative, are
you, Melissa?"

   "That's the idea, Katie.  I want to smoke.  I mean, I _really_ want the
freedom to smoke whenever I want, at least when Dad's not around.  I get that
if you start to smoke.  Or I can just give Dad the pictures and be done with
you for good.  If I do that, I'll have to sneak cigarettes all summer.  I'd
rather not do that.  So I'm giving you a choice.  Play ball with me, Katie,
and I'll hold the pictures.  It's up to you."

   "Like I said, I need to think.  I don't know if I can.  When do you want
my answer?"

   "By four o'clock.  Dad gets home after dinner tonight.  I want you to tell
him you decided to smoke again.  Either that or I give him the pictures.  You
choose."

   "You little bitch," the blond woman fumed.  "I warn you, Melissa.  Don't
fuck with me!  I'm not one of your pimply schoolgirl friends.  I can be your
worst enemy.  Smoking or no smoking I can make your life - and Consuela's,
too - a living hell!  You think about that awhile!"

   "Katie, I already thought about it.  Believe me.  I don't care.  I hold
the trump card.  Nothing you can say to Dad, not even telling him that I
smoke, affects me nearly as much as my telling him that you tried to pick up
a Mexican-American girl last night will affect you."

   Consuela appeared in the doorway.  "Excuse me, Missus Robertson and Missy.
I have work to do in the kitchen.  Is it all right if I work in here while
you continue talking?"

   "We're done, Consuela," Melissa smiled, standing.  "Katie, let me know.
I'm going upstairs to take a shower and get dressed.  I'd like your reply
just as soon as possible."

   Katie stormed back to her bedroom.  She was absolutely furious at her
scheming little stepdaughter.  It was true that she did smoke in the old
days.  She enjoyed it, too.  She only quit because she thought it helped her
politically at her job.  The circles she now ran in didn't include many
smokers.  It wasn't fashionable.  But now she had to start again, this time
in order to protect the one thing she'd always wanted, the one thing she'd
finally secured - money.

   The idea of smoking didn't particularly trouble Katie.  As she thought
about it she realized it'd almost be nice to have a good excuse to indulge
again.  Like many ex-smokers Katie never completely got over her old habit.
She still occasionally dreamed of buying cigarettes and lighting up again.
But what irritated her was being at Melissa's mercy.  She could handle Bill
if she had to start smoking again.  She was confident she could keep him
satisfied in bed, smoking or no.  From the start her unmatched sexual prowess
was her biggest asset in dealing with Bill.

   But the trouble was that Melissa could change the rules at any time.  Even
if she took up smoking to cover her stepdaughter's habit Melissa still might
show Bill the pictures.  She'd forever be under her stepdaughter's thumb.
She had to change that.

   She got her cell phone and punched in a number.  "Hi Roger," she began in
a businesslike tone.  "It's me, Katie Robertson, formerly Katie Sanders.  I
need your help.  Yeah, I know.  It's been a long time.  But I need a good
private investigator right away.  Price is no object.  I'll pay premium rates
plus a bonus if you drop everything and work on something for me.  Okay.
Here's the deal.  I'm being blackmailed.  It doesn't matter what for.  But I
need some serious dirt on two people.  The first is my stepdaughter Melissa
Robertson.  She's 16, just finished her freshman year at Pemberton.  Yeah,
right, the expensive prep school back east.  I need to know everything
Melissa ever did that could possibly get her in trouble.  Yes, that's right,
I mean everything.  I want to know if she forgets to floss her teeth at
night!  Do whatever you need to do to get me the information.  Yeah, that
includes bribing people at Pemberton or anywhere else.  Yeah, yeah, I know.
Sixteen year olds ordinarily aren't good prospects for the kind of dirt I
need.  So here's a second name to check.  Our housekeeper's name is Consuela
Rodriguez..  I'll email you her social security number, address and other
info.  I need the same kind of dirt on this Mexican-American bitch.  Dig
around for any shit you can find out about Ms. Rodriguez.  Check everything;
her credit, taxes, drugs, kids, the works.  If she ever did anything I can
use against her I need to know all about it.  If you can't get anything on
Melissa I can use the dirt on Ms. Rodriguez to pressure my stepdaughter.
They're real close.  Right.  I need your report just as soon as humanly
possible.  Yeah, yeah, I know.  These things take time.  But the sooner the
better, Roger.  I need a report no later than Monday.  You say the weekend's
a problem?  Well tough shit!  That's why I pay big bucks.  Just do it, Roger.
Right.  Thanks.  Bye."

   Katie clicked off her cell phone.  Roger Horner was an old friend.  Years
ago he helped her with a former fiancé and uncovered his checkered past.  Now
she'd use him again to fend off Melissa's blackmail.  She wasn't kidding:
Soon she'd be Melissa's worst enemy.  Before it was over that stupid kid
would be sorry as hell she messed with Katie Sanders Robertson!

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