A Lesson for a Brat (Arkwright/Vyrael)

[Vyrael]

Abigail, affectionately called Abby or Abby-Bear by her doting parents, was the very definition of spoiled. At fifteen she was still expected to keep her grades up, but had no real responsibility at home, recieved a generous weekly allowance, and was allowed to use the house for a party every other week. Her phone was always the newest and the best, and the same went for her laptop. She'd been told time and again that perhaps she'd outgrown the floral decorated rompers, and frilled dresses, and that maybe her summer outfits could be better chosen, but a well placed fit insisting that this was fashion for her age group silenced her parents easily. In fact it even kept them quiet about her preference for pigtails and braided crowns. What it hadn't done was convince them to take her with them on a business trip.

She'd whined. Begged. Pleaded. Called her dad a leech because she knew the money came from her aunt's husband when the company struggled. None of it worked. There had been a glimmer of hope when the usual house sitter wasn't available, and she'd volunteered to watch the place ... But no. Not even that was okay because the housekeeper would be taking the week off. It seemed she was destined for a miserable week. Until she overheard her mom talking with her aunt about having her stay with her uncle.

Abby hardly knew the man. He was rumor and mystery, and someone she only remembered meeting once at the wedding. But she'd still been so little at the time. Asking questions to her mom, or her aunt when she visited, never got far. Staying with him would let her find out all those interesting things on her own. Her mood improved considerably at that point, and her parents considered it her finally listening and thought nothing of the way she happily packed her clothes and the things she needed to continue attending her school online.
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Her father was the one to drop her off. He'd been given the access code for the gate, and let her in. Abby took her bags and promptly dumped them in the arms of the first person to look even remotely like help. She didn't even glance back as her father apologized profusely for her behavior and took the bags back to carry them up himself. Her focus was already on walking around the large house and admiring the landscaping that had been done. Maybe she should get some pictures and convince her mom to have something similar done at their house. As she turned the corner of the house she saw something that made her smile brightly.

A pool. And a large one at that. There was a sign saying it was due for cleaning, but the water looked clear to her. Maybe a couple of leaves, but who cared about that. She felt a little thrill as she slipped her tanktop up over her head. As usual there was no bra covering her petite breasts. Just like there was no underwear beneath the tiny shorts she slid off and kicked aside. It excited her to skinny dip. To expose herself completely before using the water to hide her body.

Slipping into the pool she sucked in air as the water felt chilly at first. But after a brief dip below the surface, and a few moments just relaxing there, it felt heavenly. This would most certainly be an excellent stay.

 

[Arkwright]

***Dropped out.***

 

[Vyrael]

Hearing the insistent buzz of her phone, Abby leaned over the edge of the pool and fished it from her shorts. Her slim curves where in full view of that window as she stood there. Shaw would see the wicked little grin on her face as she recognized his number and answered. It was only there in case an emergency took place, but it didn't change the fact she was pleased to get a call from him.

"Yeah, I just got here actually," she responded, "I'm loving the pool by the way. Uh-huh. I'll do that! A massage might be nice. Maybe you can tell me about your work when you're less busy."

She left the suggestion light, and casual. Or at least it seemed light and casual to her. Really she did a poor job hiding the edge of curiosity in her tone that told him she was going to be a nosy little thing. For now though, Abby was content in the pool. Especially because she thought she saw movement in one of the windows. Not knowing the layout of the house she assumed it was some member of the staff peeking out. Just how much had they seen? And what would they give her to see more?

Her eyes watched that window as she stretched, though it was too far for her to see any figure there. Abby held the stretch, arms above her head and back arched, just a moment longer than necessary before turning and sliding back into the water. She liked knowing someone in the house had seen her out her. Half the fun of skinny dipping was getting caught after all. But ultimately there was more to explore here, and she still had questions that needed answers.

When she got out she simply slipped back into her clothing, combing her hair with her fingers. The back of her shorts rode up a little higher to reveal the lower curve of her ass cheeks as the denim clung to her skin, and her still hard nipples showed through the thin fabric of the top. Abby looked every inch the teenage tease. She even went so far as to hike the shorts a titch higher to better show off.

Picking up her shoes and phone, she went in through a nearby backdoor to begin her snooping. She felt certain she could coax some answers from the male staff. Maybe the female too. Her friend Tina had said she was hot enough to score with anyone.

 

[Arkwright]

***Dropped out.***

 

[Vyrael]

Abby was amazed by the decorations and the busyness of the place. The food in the kitchen smelled amazing, but she'd just eaten a little while ago. As she passed the butler she wrinkled her nose at being spoken to in such a sharp tone and hurried along out of his view. But the one that made her pause was Poh. She was only familiar in the vaguest sense of the word, but her beauty gave the teenager pause. To Abby she looked like she'd just stepped out of the pages of a magazine and it was impossible for her not to stare. More than that, jealousy and a sudden self-consciousness had what had been a calm and happy smile faltering ever so slightly. Though she barely managed to keep it from slipping entirely when told she looked like a drowned rat.

"I uh ... Was just swimming," she said lamely, but tried to recover by quickly adding, "But yeah! A massage sounds great!"

Not only did the woman look like what Abby aspired to be, she made her want to keep staring. From the clothing she wore, to the way those clothes fit, and the jewelry she wore, there was no shortage of things to admire. She didn't realize her gawking was less than subtle, and said gawking led to her tagging obediently at Poh's heels to the side room.

"Actually I haven't had the chance to see him yet. He did call just after I got here though, " Abby admitted, giving the Buddha statue a tap on the head.
There was a brief pause after she was asked her age. Tell the truth, or fudge it? She would technically be 16 before the end of the year ... What could it hurt?

"Yeah that's right," she answered, taking a seat in the chair.

She eased her feet into the fragrant water and gave the woman a shy smile when the sarong was placed next to her. Normally she would have been stripped and changing without hesitation. But Poh made her nervous. Her mouth felt dry as she smelled the perfumes and found it impossible to look away. There were knots in her stomach as she drank in every inch, forgetting that she still sat there in wet clothes. When she met her gaze she felt a heat creeping up the back of her neck.

"That ... That sounds good," she agreed, her voice catching as Poh's hand toyed with her shorts. "I just um ... Should ... Change first ..."

It wasn't like her to feel this self-conscious. Or to feel so trapped by the gaze of another woman. Her mother, teachers, the other girls at school had all been easy to look down on. Poh was different, and Abby didn't know what to make of it ...
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A few hours and plenty of conflicted emotions later, Abby was not only in the provided sarong with nothing underneath, but her little pussy had been waxed smooth. She had been a little embarrassed about the dampness that Poh's hands being so near had caused, but it melted away as they worked through some yoga poses.

It was difficult to think about something like that when your focus was on stretching, bending, and arching in just the right ways. The young woman didn't even notice she's been positioned just in front of the door. Her lean legs were spread shoulder wide, and was bent over straining to touch her palms to the floor. Abby was so focused on not only getting her hands flat, but arching her lower back like Poh demonstrated in front of her, that she didn't notice how the hem of her sarong had bunched up around her hips. There was no breeze in the warm room to alert her that her cunt was on display. Her brows her knit tightly in a stubborn determination as she continued to reach and could only make the tips of her fingers brush against the floor.