Back in the office wing a few minutes earlier, Heather MacGregor looked at her watch again. That should be enough time, she thought. All the others had left, so she was alone. Nevertheless, she closed and locked her office door to be sure of no interruptions. She walked to a bookcase in the corner of her office. Except that it wasn't a bookcase, but a door to a secret room, a room that only she and the security officer knew about. And she had the only key.
She unlocked the door and walked into the small, hidden room. The room was in darkness, except for the glow from a dozen TV monitors. This was the monitoring room for the closed circuit television cameras that were strategically placed throughout the complex. The only furniture was a lounging chair, positioned so that the person sitting in it could watch the monitors. Heather sat down and studied the monitors. She looked at the monitor covering Maria's bedroom, and was disappointed that there was no sign of Maria. She's either in the living room or bathroom thought Heather. Patience, patience, she told herself. She'll appear soon enough.
Heather had put a hidden camera into the bedroom of the previous executive assistant. She suspected that her father was getting more than secretarial assistance from the woman. She had been right, of course, and often watched as her father had satisfied his fetishes in his assistant's bedroom. It had been bizarre, but harmless enough, so Heather had not interfered. It was her father's only weakness, and everyone is allowed at least one, she reasoned to herself. However, when the assistant foolishly tried to assert control over her father outside the bedroom, Heather couldn't sit back any longer. Heather used her considerable influence with the local police, and the former assistant was now in prison on a trumped-up charge of theft from the office.
Heather focused her attention back on the monitor, and right at that moment Maria appeared from the direction of the living room, singing happily, and flopped onto the bed. Heather flipped a switch on a control panel, and the image of Maria's bedroom was transferred to a large 54-inch wide screen. The picture was crystal clear, and Heather watched Maria's breasts rising and falling as she breathed. Heather felt her own breathing quicken as she stared at the unsuspecting girl on the bed. My God, she's a sweet little thing, probably the prettiest girl I've ever met, she thought.
She watched in fascination as Maria rose from the bed and stripped off her clothes, then lay back down again, spreading her legs. Her long, black hair spread out over the pillow, framing the angelic face. Heather's eyes fixed on the triangular patch of jet black hair at the top of the shapely legs. The hidden camera gave a perfect view of the entire bedroom, looking down the length of the bed. Heather operated a small lever, and the camera zoomed in closer so that the bed and the naked girl filled the screen. Heather watched as Maria began to caress herself, and realized that her heart was pounding. She couldn't believe her luck. The young beauty was starting to masturbate, and Heather had a perfect, bedside view.
Heather MacGregor had had her first lesbian affair when she was in college at age 19. She had kept her feelings secret and no-one in the family knew. There had been many lesbian affairs in the twelve years since college, and now the mere idea of fucking a man seemed alien to her. But she loved to fuck women and, because of her power and wealth, many of her lovers had been very beautiful. When it comes to sex, Heather knew that money can buy you whatever you want, and Heather always got the woman she wanted. As she watched Maria masturbate, it occurred to her that she'd never had a Latina lover. There and then, she decided that she would correct that oversight, and on the screen in front of her was the perfect answer.
As Maria's hands moved down her body to her crotch, Heather could stand it no longer. She got out of the chair and removed her panties and skirt. She was now naked below the waist. She lay back in the chair and spread her legs wide, keeping her eyes riveted on the large screen, watching as Maria began to slide her fingers slowly up and down her crack, which was clearly wet. Heather did the same. Her crack was wet too. As Maria fingered her clit, Heather fingered her own clit. When Maria inserted a finger into her wet hole, Heather did the same to herself and groaned aloud at the delicious sensation. We could be masturbating each other, thought Heather, and the idea sent an additional surge of pleasure through her loins. She and Maria, masturbating in the same room at the same time, seemed like a wonderful idea.
It was taking all of Heather's will power to keep her eyes open and fixed on the screen. But when Maria suddenly thrust two fingers into her hole, while stroking her clit with her other hand, clearly on the verge of a climax, Heather could stand it no longer. She closed her eyes and fingered herself furiously, pushing her hips as high up as possible.
Heather and Maria climaxed at the same time, both of them moaning quietly as they finger-fucked themselves to shattering orgasms.
Minutes later, when she had sufficiently recovered, Heather saw that Maria had rolled onto her side and was apparently sleeping. With a long sigh, she lifted herself out of the chair, and put back on her panties and skirt. She felt shattered and needed a nap. She popped a tape out of the recording machine. She'd keep that tape and look at it again later. She reset all the cameras to their previous settings and left the video room. She locked the video tape in a drawer in her desk, left her office and began to walk to her apartment in the mansion. Along the way her mind was filled with thoughts of young Maria. She had only met Maria that day, but already she was fascinated by the beautiful young Latina. She was going to seduce her, of that she was certain. But she would have to move slowly and carefully otherwise she might scare the younger woman off. Yes, she would approach this very carefully indeed.
But Heather was determined that, sooner or later, Maria would be a willing partner in her bed. Heather had good looks, wealth, and plenty of influence. It was a powerful combination and she had become used to getting what she wanted. And now she wanted Maria.
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After sleeping peacefully for an hour or so, Marie rose from the bed feeling refreshed. The orgasm had done her good, and she was feeling bright and cheerful. She had a quick shower then selected her clothes for dinner. It was to be casual dress, she had been told, so she chose a simple, tight fitting yellow dress with shoulder straps and a plunging neckline. Matching shoes with a medium heel would be ideal. She slipped into fresh panties and bra and got dressed. A light touch of lipstick and a she ran a brush through her hair quickly. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror and felt good about her appearance.
She wondered what Heather would be wearing. She liked Heather, and wanted to impress her. But Maria had also recognized that the daughter was a very powerful member of this family, perhaps the power behind the throne, so she wanted Heather to like her in return. Maria gave herself a tiny squirt of her favorite fragrance on her neck, and she was ready to face the family for dinner.
She walked from the employees' area of the mansion into the family section. She remembered where the dining room was from the tour she had been given when she first arrived. She entered the dining room and saw that the three members of the family were already there. William, Don, and Heather were having a discussion, but when they saw Maria at the entrance to the room, the conversation stopped dead.
There was a moment or two of silence as the three of them stared at Maria. William was the first to react. He strode over to shake her hand.
"Maria, come in, come in my dear. You are looking absolutely delightful this evening. What a lovely dress you're wearing, if you don't mind me saying so."
"Thank you, sir," answered Maria quietly, a little taken aback by the reaction her entrance had caused.
"Hello again, Maria," said Heather with a warm smile. She surprised Maria by bending over and giving her a light kiss on the cheek. "I agree with Dad. You're looking lovely." She had placed a hand on Maria's hip as she kissed her, and now let the hand linger there for a second or so longer than necessary. She was breathing a little faster. My god, thought Heather, this young Mexican woman is making me feel like a schoolgirl.
"Hello Maria, and welcome to our home." He eyed the girl appreciatively. Don was the least effusive of the three about Maria's appearance. "That is a charming dress."
No one knew, but the three MacGregors were all have similar thoughts as they looked at Maria. William, while admiring the dress, was wondering what sort of panties she was wearing. Don and Heather were both wondering how they could get her panties off!
"What can I get you to drink, Maria?" Heather took Maria gently by the arm and led her to a table covered with numerous bottles of alcohol. She moved closer to breathe in the younger woman's fragrance.
"May I have tequila? And a beer too, please?"
Heather smiled at her. "Of course, you may have whatever you want. You need to develop the same attitude as the three of us. Ask for what you want, and expect to get it." She looked straight into Maria's eyes. "That approach usually works for me."
"Thank you, I'll remember that." Maria smiled back at Heather. She felt good. She could sense that Heather liked her. Heather was wearing tight blue jeans and a blouse, and high heels. Maria thought she looked young, fit, and attractive.
Heather handed Maria her tequila is a shot glass. Maria took the glass, put it to her lips, threw back her head, and threw the tequila down her throat in a single swallow.
