Nicola's Investment, Part 1

by Paperback Writer

This is a work of fiction, fantasy, and imagination. The story was inspired by and heavily influenced by Real Nicola. I was looking to develop a new bad girl character, and she worked closely with me to invent Fantasy Nicola. Thanks, RN! You're incredible!

London – At The Bank

Nicola Coates worked as a Senior Administrator for a large financial institution based in London. An experienced professional, she had been with the firm for seven years and during that time had built a reputation of quiet dependability. While always dressing stylishly, she was never flashy. An attractive 42, she exercised and kept in good shape, often taken for being much younger. (It was only in recent years that wine store clerks stopped asking for legal age verification.) Tall and willowy at 5' 9", she unknowingly still turned men's heads while walking to work on the streets of London. With her shoulder-length reddish-blonde hair, long legs (always clad in seamed stockings and heels that accented their shape), slim waist and sloping (but still perky) breasts, she cut a striking figure.

A very private person, Nicola was nonetheless outgoing and well-liked by her bank colleagues. Her mother, a teacher, had made sure she was duly educated in the classics. It was not unusual in the course of a day for her to quote from sages like Shakespeare or Jane Austen. No one at the bank knew any details about her personal life beyond the two photos on her desk, one of her husband and one of her adult son.

Nor were they aware that she was a woman with refined and exotic tastes. At home, Nicola loved cooking extravagant French dishes served with rare wines, even though her husband preferred bangers and mash washed down with cheap dark beer. When she did drive around London, she drove the family's respectable Vauxhall minivan. On the weekends, however, she loved to go out alone in her restored 1968 cherry-red Jaguar XKE, supercharged and fuel injected, tearing up highways and country roads at speeds approaching 200 kph.

Most surprising, unbeknownst to almost everyone who knew her, Nicola had a dark secret side of her personality. Ever since adolescence, she'd had a very powerful driving libido which encompassed both men and women.

Married young at 22, her relationship with her husband Charles, a partner at a major law firm, had become somewhat complacent and stale. With their son now moved out of the house, instead of taking advantage of additional time for intimacy, he frequently spent time on the golf links or playing cards with his friends while his still vivacious wife simmered in her own juices at home. While he still loved her, he had become complacent, and showed it less and less. He initiated lovemaking only sporadically, mostly on birthdays and anniversaries, and although she never told him, Nicola found it unsatisfying.

While Nicola still felt affection for Charles emotionally, her unsatisfied physical desires and unspent energy compelled her to turn to a female lover, Maxine, for occasional weekend trysts in a rented country cottage. Maxine was a small, submissive woman, eager to please her demanding lover, but lately all her ministrations and efforts still left Nicola pleasured but unfulfilled, longing for something more.

Nicola's problem was this: Instead of declining, once she passed 40 her sex drive had kicked into an even higher gear. These days, she was feeling a mysterious and unrequited passion for something she couldn't quite put a name to. It was as if her body had been taken over by an alien force she couldn't control.

Passing a playground one summer evening on her way home from work, she stopped in her tracks; her eyes were drawn to several of the innocent faces of young girls she saw playing there. Such beautiful skin, such soft hair, such luscious lips. Seeing the innocent little bodies running about in their summer dresses and shorts, she felt her face flush red, her desires flaring up to a high intensity. Her unnamed craving had just loudly and clearly identified itself. Shivering despite the August heat she went home, unsure what to do about it. Drawing a cool bath, she got in and rubbed herself to an orgasm thinking about those girls, imagining herself in bed surrounded by them, kissing their tender lips, her hands cupping and squeezing their soft young bums.

The next day was Saturday, and the bank was open until noon. It was already the hottest time of the year, and the heat wave that swept over the city made life even more miserable for everyone. By 9:30am when the bank opened, the temperature had already climbed past 37 degrees Celsius. Monday being a bank holiday, management and many of the regular tellers had already gone off to the countryside, leaving always-reliable Nicola as the senior person in charge of a few junior tellers that day.

For some insane reason it was incredibly busy – the teller queue was stretched almost to the main door. To top things off, the air conditioner had given up the ghost, so the building was quickly turning into a sauna. The teller's blouses were damp with sweat.

Nicola was at her desk struggling with two computer reports whose figures stubbornly refused to reconcile when she heard a loud commotion in the front. She quickly walked into the main teller area, and at window #4, Aimee, the newest teller was dealing with a woman who was quite irate. Speaking in a loud voice, she was arguing that it was not possible her account balance was nil. The infant on her hip screamed her lungs out, face wet and flushed from the heat during this interchange. Next to her, a little girl in a yellow sun dress was desperately tugging on her mother's arm and repeating "Momma, I have to go to the loo – gotta go badly!" The sun dress was held on by elastic, tube-top style, the spaghetti straps there mostly for decoration. One strap had come undone, and the little bare shoulder caught Nicola's attention – then she had a good look at the child.

For a second, the professional banker was struck deaf and dumb, magnetically focused on the face of the young girl. The little child looked to be about 5, a mere wisp of a girl, about 100 cm tall. She was wearing a little yellow summer dress and red trainers with hook-and-loop straps. Her face was one of cherubic innocence, with blue eyes, soft cheeks and full lips that a grown woman would pay a plastic surgeon thousands for. She had very light skin and tied-back reddish-blonde hair almost the same color as Nicola's. The raw passion felt at the playground the night before came roaring back through Nicola's midsection - she decided then and there she must find a way to have this girl – and soon.

Seeing an opportunity, she made a snap decision and stepped up behind Aimee. The names on the joint account were Mr. Reed Alexander and Mrs. Cassiopeia Alexander, according to the bank system file. Aimee was correct: both savings and checking showed balance of zero. Taking the initiative, Nicola stepped in. "Good morning, Mrs. Alexander, I'm Mrs. Coates, and I'm the acting Manager today. If you will allow me, I'll take you in the back where it's somewhat cooler, and we can get this sorted out for you. Shall we?"

Mrs. Alexander gave a sigh of relief, as if she were thankful she was now being dealt with by someone competent, and gratefully followed Nicola. There were several audible sighs of relief from people in the queue behind her, as she and her family were led away.

Taking the group to the Bank Manager's office where it was more private, she sat the woman down in a comfy chair and fetched a cold soft drink for her to sip while she nursed her hungry baby. Leaving the mother and her infant, Nicola then took the little girl, whose name was Grace, to the toilet.

As soon as they entered the Ladies, the little girl bolted for the first stall. She was in there for quite a while. Nicola heard the tinkling sound of her urine hitting the water, then after a few minutes the sounds of the girl's bowels emptying, then finally the sounds of soft sobbing. She called out softly, "Grace? Are you alright, dear?" Knocking lightly on the unlatched stall door, it swung open. Gracie was seated on the toilet, her soiled knickers around her ankles, crying softly.

"I've soiled my panties," she sobbed, "and my bum hole hurts. I kept telling mommy I had to go badly, but she was arguing with the lady, and I tried to hold it, I really did. Now Mummy will be quite cross with me, and make me go to bed without supper." Taking command, Nicola took some bathroom tissue and wiped the young girl's bottom, then pulled the flush chain. Looking closely, she could see that Gracie's little anus was indeed red and swollen.

Pulling off the soiled underwear, Nicola "Now, now, there's a good girl. You did your best, luv. Mommy shan't be cross with you, I'll explain to her how you were such a brave girl and tried so hard. We'll toss your soiled panties in the dustbin, and after we're done sorting mommy out we'll buy you some new ones, OK?" Gracie nodded her head, and put her arms around allowed Nicola's neck so she could be picked up. Nicola carried her over and laid her on the over-sized changing table (management had finally caved in and reluctantly bought it when one too many toddlers had made a poopy mess on the lobby floor). She was surprised at how light Grace was, the girl could not have weighed much above 2 stone! Her intoxicating little girl smells wafted up, and Nicola had to fight back an urge to strip her naked and ravish her little body right there.

"You mustn't be embarrassed, dear," Nicola told her young charge. "Aunt Nicola will see to your bumhole, so we can set it right." Someone had left a bottle of baby oil on the lower shelf, so she put a generous amount on one hand then pulled Gracie's dress up and, as she had done so often when her son was in nappies, held the legs up with one hand, exposing the girl's little labia and anus. Smoothly, she rubbed the whole area with the oil, making sure that the angry red sphincter got plenty of lotion, dancing over it with her index finger. She could see it clench and unclench involuntarily as she rubbed. "Does this feel better, dear?" she asked the girl.

"Y-y-y-yes," Grace answered. She closed her eyes in pleasure as Nicola more oil on her hand and applied it to the girl's vaginal slit, rubbing in slow circles, and every now and then a finger would rub some oil up the slit between her lips. Nicola no longer needed to hold Grace's legs up, as they were now propped up and spread wide. While she wanted to continue teasing this little flower, she knew she had to get back to Mrs. Alexander.

"Grace, you must be polite," Nicola gently scolded. "You must always say, 'yes, thank you ma'am,' or Mummy WILL be cross with you." Unable to control herself, she leaned over and softly kissed the girl on her angelic lips, then reluctantly pulled Grace's skirt down again. Setting her down on wobbly legs, she led her back to the Bank Manager's office. She needn't have worried – Mrs. Alexander and her baby were both asleep in the chair. Grace curled up on the sofa and proceeded to take a nap – poor thing had had a tough morning. Nicola shuddered with lust as Grace's skirt rode up and exposed her little bum cheeks.

After opening up the file, she saw that the accounts had been drained early that morning using Mr. Alexander's debit card, first from the ATM in front of the branch, then when the cash limit was reached, from a string of purchases from trendy shops in the shopping district of central London. She put in a request to Evan the Security guy to get a shot from the ATM camera, and he brought down a photo of two people, a man and a girl who looked like a teenager.

Nicola woke the sleeping mother. "Mrs. Alexander, I'm sorry to have to inform you of this, but your accounts are empty. They were drained this morning using your husband's debit card, but don't worry, you won't be liable for any of the funds if it was stolen. We have a picture of the people who did this. She pushed the photo towards the woman, who sat upright.

"My God, that's my husband, that's REED!" she screamed, "That dirty shite! And he's with that little bitch Nancy, our 18-year-old babysitter!"

Just then, the sound of Big Ben striking meant that it was noon, and the bank was now closed.

London – Offices of Spitfire Property Management

Maxine Jervis was the owner of Spitfire Property Management in central London. The majority of these properties were residential blocks of flats, but she also managed a few shops, offices and mixed properties. She had been working there since she was in her mid-20's, and no one else in the office knew as much about their properties or London in general than Maxine. Today, one of the hottest days on record, she had mercifully sent the staff home so only she remained in the office. As she sat there, she began to reminisce about her life since she started working there fresh out of grad school…

Maxine was only 22 when Mary Denham, the original owner of Spitfire Property Management hired her, and it soon became apparent that it was more than secretarial skills that got her hired. Mary took Maxine under her wing (and into her bed), and before long Maxine had blossomed into a first class Property Manager. Mary was a good boss and a great lover; she taught her young pupil Maxine everything she needed to know to please a woman, and guided her on the intricacies of managing tenants.

Sadly, Maxine lost Mary prematurely to cancer in 1998 – she had just turned 49. To Maxine's shock, at the age of 45 she had became a business owner, Mary having bequeathed the company entirely to her, including the building that housed the penthouse flat they had lived in together.

The stress of losing Mary had turned Maxine's hair not just slightly grey but completely silver and she had never once considered coloring it, keeping it that way to honor the memory of her first love. In mourning, she abandoned her social life entirely. As a business owner, however, she knew Mary would want her to carry on and not let things falter; plus, she now had the responsibility of 5 employees who depended upon their jobs. She could not let them down, either, for she knew Mary would not have allowed it. But without the Mary's guiding hand she was emotionally adrift and rudderless, living on in a quiet loneliness, desiring no one's company but her own.

She remained this way until New Year's Eve, 1999.

Unable to resist the cajoling of her employees, at 10pm she joined them at a local pub, The St. Crispin, located not far from the resurrected Globe Shakespearean theatre. Her silver hair up in a bun, she wore a modest evening dress that Mary would have approved of and high heels that raised her up 5 inches. She looked beautiful - many people commented that evening on her resemblance to actress Helen Mirren. Caught up in the New Year's cheer of the millennium crowd, she didn't notice the tall, slim, red-headed woman in the white low-cut evening gown until 11:51. That's when the woman walked up to her and said commandingly (and somewhat drunkenly), "It's New Year's Eve and I haven't anyone to kiss at midnight. Of all the women's asses in here, yours is by far the nicest, so I've chosen you."

Maxine was gobsmacked – here was this young (in her early 30's, no more) and extremely attractive woman complimenting her on what Mary had always said was her best feature – her ass. She was swept away. Nicola led her on the dance floor for a slow dance, and held Maxine's head to her chest where she could literally feel the sexual heat rising from the cleavage of the low-cut gown.

"You're wearing my favorite perfume – Romance", Nicola told her, and held her even tighter, rubbing her crotch against Maxine's leg as they slowly moved across the crowded dance floor. When the pub bell rang at the midnight mark, Nicola kissed Maxine deeply, thrusting her tongue into her mouth as the smaller woman surrendered. It was the first of many kisses in the pub and in the cab before they made it back to Maxine's penthouse. Her name was Nicola, and she was a passionate and voracious lover. As soon as they closed the door, she pinned the older woman against the wall with her body and literally ripped the dress off her so she was clad only in her red silk bra and skimpy silk panties (Mary's favorites).

A full seven inches taller, Nicola easily picked up the smaller woman and carried her to the bedroom.

Once on the bed, Nicola undressed herself slowly, teasingly, and Maxine's breath was taken away. Feelings long dormant roared back to life as the sleek beautiful woman disrobed playfully, one garment at a time. When her bra came off, she bent over and mischievously waggled her lovely tits at Maxine, but jumped out of reach when her captivated audience tried to touch them. When she stood up to reach for her private dancer, Nicola firmly grabbed her hands in a strong grip. "Mustn't touch, my dear, unless you're prepared to pay the price," she whispered teasingly.

"Anything, name it," Maxine answered hoarsely. Her vagina was warm and wet, her desire climbing higher by the minute. "Please Nicola, I can't bear to wait anymore."

"The price is this," Nicola said, "You have to take me as I am. I live a complicated life, and I can me very demanding. There's nothing easy about being in a relationship with me – you can ask my husband."

Maxine looked into Nicola's eyes, pausing only for a second before responding, "I promise." The rest of the night was wonderful for Maxine – she used all of her knowledge to please her new lover, and Nicola's orgasms could be detected on the Richter scale that night. At one point, Maxine found herself on her back with Nicola straddling her head, her tongue hard at work on her vaginal entrance and clit. Nicola pressed her crotch into the older woman's mouth as she felt her orgasm building. "Oooh, yes, my silver fox, I want you to drink every drop when I come in your mouth," she groaned, as Maxine's fingers manipulated her anus, vagina, clit, and even her urethra.

Maxine managed to break away long enough to whisper, "Please darling, let it go. I want all of you. Fill me up, please. I'm yours. Make me drink."

Nicola needed no further urging, and as her orgasm arrived she released her warm urine to fill the mouth of her older lover. She did not know at the time that this was also one of Mary's favorite things to do, and so each lover took this path of pleasure for their own reasons. While it was not something they did on a regular basis, over the years, it would always stay something special for both of them. New Year's Day, 2000, Maxine woke up to see that her dream was real. She kissed Nicola awake, and they made passionate, sweaty love the rest of the day to kick off the new millennia.

And so, a with Nicola's firm hand to guide her, at the age of 47 Maxine started off the new century a totally changed woman. While she was saddened by the fact that Nicola was married with no intention of leaving her husband, Nicola insisted that it would keep their relationship fresh and sexy when they could slip away together behind Charles' back. And, for eight years, it had been. However, something had changed inside Nicola recently. It was like a fire that couldn't be quenched, like nothing Maxine did could satisfy her.

Their lovemaking sessions of late seemed to last much longer but Nicola somehow did not seem satisfied, resorting to wilder and wilder things. After the last session, Maxine's jaws and tongue ached. At Nicola's wild urgings, Maxine repeatedly ate her pussy almost all night. Nicola would groan and strain to cum, then immediately after cumming she would force the submissive Maxine to have another go at licking her asshole, crying "Don't stop, whatever you don't stop!" Like an insatiable bitch in heat, she kept demanding that Maxine shove her tongue in as far as she could, fingering her own pussy until she came again. Still unfulfilled, she forced Maxine back to eating the vagina.

After her last climax, though, somehow an insane fire still burned within Nicola. She kissed Maxine, pulled her hair, spanked her until her ass cheeks were red, made her say out loud what a dirty girl she was. As if she was possessed, the red-headed demon would then move down and roughly bite her lover's breasts, leaving purple marks around the nipples, all the while forcing Maxine finger herself to orgasm.

Later, in the shower after Nicola's calm demeanor had returned, she washed every inch and massaged every bruise on Maxine's body, kissing and whispering soft loving things to her, telling her what a good lover she was, saying how much she adored her. Maxine reveled in the praise from her mistress, but inside she still worried. Why was it so hard to satisfy her lover? What was making her act this way?

The phone rang, breaking her reminiscence. It was Nicola, with instructions to bring the minivan around to the bank.

London – Offices of Spitfire Property Management – later that day

Mrs. Cassiopeia Alexander, 26 and the mother of 5-year-old Grace and 9 month-old Rose, sat in the conference room of Spitfire Property Management. Outside, Grace was in the kiddie corner of the office where there were books and toys, reading quietly. The baby was asleep in her arms.

Across the conference table were Nicola and Maxine. Although she was loathe to admit it, Maxine's emotions were on full jealousy. This Mrs. Alexander, though sweaty and haggard-looking, was a young and attractive woman. About 5'6" with very long dark hair that was up in a bun, her pale face, heat-flushed though it was, had freckles and button nose which lent it a cuteness that made Maxine feel old and decrepit, like an old glove about to be discarded. Was this the woman that Nicola would replace her with?

Nicola spoke. "Mrs. Alexander – Cassie – I and my associate Ms. Jervis here have a proposition for you. From what you've told me, your husband has abandoned you, you're two days away from eviction, you have no money, no job, and two young mouths to feed. You've no family to turn to as well, is that correct?"

"Yes," the woman responded, "That's right. My mum and dad absolutely hated Dean, said he was no-good and would lead me to ruin. Turns out they were right, but I was in love, what did I know? They threw me out when he knocked me up before I could finish school. Said I was on my own, they did, and to not come back with that bastard's babies sucking at my teats. So here I am – I don't know what to do." She started to cry a little, and for a second Maxine felt her jealousy give way to sympathy – but only for a second.

Taking charge, Nicola spoke. "Here's our proposal, Cassie. Tomorrow, you begin leasing a 7th floor penthouse flat in a building Ms. Jervis owns. There are only two penthouse flats - you and the children will live there, right across the hall from Ms. Jervis' flat. Lovely view of the Thames from there, the children will think they've gone to heaven."

"But how can I afford-" Cassie began, but Nicola cut her off.

"Let me finish. Ms. Jervis owns the flat, so she'll be your landlord. You'll have a lease, but instead of paying rent, you'll work it off, in a manner of speaking. I'll be providing you a stipend for groceries and nappies and such, so you'll have pocket money. My husband's a bloody lawyer, so he'll handle your divorce at no charge. Understand this, though. If you sign the lease, you're agreeing to be ours." Maxine produced a lease, and slid it across the table. Cassie tried to take a look at it, but Nicola pulled it back out of reach.

"Never mind what it says, Cassie. We're telling you what it MEANS. Your signature means if Maxine should want a meal cooked or a toilet cleaned or laundry done, it will be your job. You are not being forced to sign the lease, it's your free choice. Understand, though, if you don't sign, it's on your way, girl, and your little family will be in the streets. "

Cassie couldn't believe her ears – it was like blackmail, sort of. She could walk away, but to where? And what would she do about the children? How could she care for them on her own? Some snotty social worker would probably take one look at her lack of education and worse, lack of a job or a place to live, and they'd get taken away, no messing.

Heaving a forlorn sigh, she reached for the lease and a pen, but Nicola suddenly grasped her wrist, holding it firm. "One more thing, Cassie," she said. "About your daughters. From now on you're to refer to us as Aunt Maxine and Aunt Nicola. We will take them on outings, to museums, shopping, and various other things, whatever we decide. You're their mom right enough, but you are never, EVER to question or interfere with these activities in any way, is that understood?" Nicola released her wrist. Cassie swallowed, fearing the possibilities but having no other options.

"Yes, I understand," she replied, and signed her name – and her fate - to the lease.

After Cassie left of the conference room, Nicola turned to Maxine and commented, "That went surprisingly well, all things considered. We have her just where we want her."

Unable to contain her feelings of jealousy any longer, Maxine burst into tears. "You're replacing me, aren't you? You've decided you want a woman younger and prettier than me!" Elbows on the table, she buried her head in her hands and proceeded to sob.

For the first time in many years, Nicola was taken by surprise by Maxine's outburst. She paused for a second, then pulled Maxine to her feet and embraced her as she wept.

She spoke softly, in a soothing tone. "Maxine, dear, sweetie, stop being such a foolish girl. We've been together 9 years – why would I pass you over? You're still as sexy as they day I found you. You're very much a part of my world, and I'm not about to let you go." She kissed Maxine deeply, and the distraught woman responded to the kiss with her tongue, her hands roaming over Nicola's body.

Nicola stopped and continued, "It hasn't been easy for me either, you know – living in the shadow of Mary. For years, every time we got in bed it was as if she was there with us. Don't think I didn't figure that out quickly. And then there's Charles – I couldn't leave, stayed with him for the sake of our son. All these years I've played the good wife for him. There were many times when I've gone on holidays with him or attended his bloody boring law office social functions, when about all I could really think about was losing myself between your thighs. And then hiding our relationship from my son all those years – he was much harder to fool than his father." She stopped to kiss Maxine again, letting her lips trail down the older woman's neck, nibbling a bit here and there before raising her head again.

Nicola went on, "I'm not the only one who finds you beautiful, either. It's plain to see that every one of those young cunts on your office staff moons over you when your back is turned. Even my husband Charles fancies you, you know. There was one morning last year when he came home early from an all-night poker game, walked into the bedroom to fetch some clean clothes, and there we were! You were asleep, but the night before we had really wrecked the bed and were both laying there starkers. He took one look at you and whispered to me, 'So that's her then? She's a fine looking thing. Put in a good word for me if you and she are ever on the outs', and walked out with an enormous hard-on. He's never said a word since, but we've been married for 20 years - I always know full well what he's thinking."

"The important thing, Maxine, is that this investment benefits us both. You get an attractive personal assistant to attend to you hand and foot - and don't tell me you don't think she's attractive, I saw you look at her. Me, on the other hand, I've finally found that thing that's been eating at me so much lately. Remember how when we met, I made it clear you had to take me as I am, that I lived a complicated life, and there was nothing easy about being in a relationship with me, and you promised you'd put up with me? You've just accused me of wanting to replace you with a younger woman. Truth be told, it's a little more complex than that. I don't want to replace you, but I do want someone younger – much younger, in fact. I can't explain it, Maxine, but in addition to my normal sexual desires, I've also developed an overwhelming desire to fuck young girls. In fact, I intend on seducing Grace and trainning her as my little sex pet, and I may do the same with her baby sister when she gets old enough. So now it's my turn to ask you - am I a horrible monster to you now? Or am I still a person you want to be with?"

Now it was Maxine's turn to be surprised. Her mind spun with the images of young Grace, naked and in the embrace of her lover. Her emotions went into a flat spin, and she would have sat down had Nicola not been holding her in her arms. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she looked up at Nicola and gave her a deep, lingering kiss, her hands reaching up the taller woman's skirt and rubbing her pussy through her panties. "No matter what you do, I want to be with you, darling," she whispered, "even if I have to share you with Grace."

London – A Penthouse Flat on Wapping Lane, overlooking the Thames

The second day after moving in to the penthouse flat, Grace was out Nicola on a shopping excursion. Cassie was seated on the couch, her t-shirt lifted up on one side with one breast out, nursing baby Rose when she heard a key unlocking the door. Uninvited, Maxine walked in. "Hello, dear, hope you don't mind. Given your situation, you may as well get used to it. Since our flats share a common wall, sometime next week I'll have workmen come in and install a doorway for easy access so we no longer need to bother with locking and unlocking front doors."

Cassie modestly tried to cover her one exposed breast and the baby with a small blanket, but Maxine slapped her hand lightly. "None of that, love," she scolded. "The baby is quite lovely, no need to hide her, and your tits belong to me, so keep them out where I can see them."

Maxine went on. "Given your new status, I wanted to give you some instructions as to the way we expect you to comport yourself. There are four rules to remember."

"First, you will begin to work part-time in my business office. Maybe you can learn something."

"Second, working in my office requires wearing a dress or skirt; you have beautiful legs, so if you require more dresses, we will provide you a shopping stipend to remedy this."

"Third, you must maintain meticulous personal hygiene, brushing and flossing in the morning and evening, washing your hair and bathing or showering each day."

"Fourth, you must keep fit. To that end, we will be enrolling you in a local health club and assigning you a fitness regimen three evenings a week. I will care for the baby and Grace while you work out. Is this all clearly understood?"

Cassie had made so many mistakes in her life, and as a result now found herself powerless. Looking down, tears forming in her eyes, Cassie replied, "Yes, I understand."

London – Central London Shopping District

Two weeks passed. Nicola was right – Grace loved the flat, and would awaken every morning to watch the boats on the Thames float by before breakfast. One Saturday morning, Cassie had told Grace that she was going on a weekend outing with Aunt Nicola. "Aren't you coming too, mummy?" she asked. "No dear, I have to stay and take care of Rosie – you go ahead, but be a good girl. Don't do anything to make Aunt Nicola upset, OK?"

"I promise, Mommy!" she said, as the doorbell rang.

That afternoon Nicola and Grace took the tube to Paddington Station, and spent several hours shopping in clothing shops and getting the young miss a new wardrobe. Nicola had thoroughly enjoyed the time spent in the changing rooms helping Grace try her new outfits on, taking advantage of the many opportunities to caress that small body, especially the soft bum cheeks. Finally, Nicola led Grace into the front door of Harrods. The little girl's eyes were wide with amazement and wonder; the store was so big, Grace had never seen anything like it.

"You've been such a patient girl today, Grace, how about let's pop 'round to the toy department and have a look, shall we?" Nicola asked. So excited she was unable to speak, Grace's face lit up and she nodded vigorously.

When they arrived at the toy department, there were rows and rows of dolls, large and small. Grace's eyes, however, focused straight down the aisle to the huge display there, just as Nicola had planned. There, in a huge mock castle, were the most beautiful dolls Grace had ever seen – Castle Keep Dolls. £500 apiece, the dolls were custom-made and very lifelike. Each one was completely articulated down to their fingers and toes, and 100% anatomically correct. The final touch was that each one was a look-alike doll, custom made to have a face and hair exactly like its owner. When a doll was purchased, a scanned image of the future owner was submitted and the doll would then be delivered typically three to four weeks later.

Grace stood at the display, staring in wonder. "Oooooooh, Aunt Nicola, they're ever so pretty! Have I been good enough to I have one of those?" the little girl asked quietly. One thing Nicola liked about Grace was that she always polite, never demanding or obnoxious like many of the children she'd seen. Nicola pretended to think about it for a minute, (unbeknownst to Grace she had already paid for and ordered one by rush order a week ago), and said, "Well, Grace, they are awfully expensive. I'll have to think about it. You'd have to be an extra good girl to earn one of those! We can talk more about it later – now are you about due for a WC break?" This was also part of Nicola's plan – using the summer heat as an excuse, she had given the child enough lemonade to float a British man-o'-war.

Forgotten in all the excitement, Grace suddenly realized how badly she had to go, and so the two set off for the Ladies straightaway. As it was a slow day at the store and the two of them were alone in the cavernous room, Nicola proceeded with her plan. While Grace climbed on the stool, Nicola produced an empty 6 ounce lemonade paper cup from her handbag and filled it with golden fluid as the young girl released her bladder.

Grace, a confused look on her face, gazed at Nicola. "Grace," Nicola began, "Many people don't know this, but drinking a bit of pee now and then can be quite healthy. Why, even British Paratroopers drink it when they run out of water in the desert!" To illustrate, she took a quick sip of the tangy nectar, the taste reminiscent of cider vinegar, and made a show of smacking her lips. "Mmmmmm, yummy! That was good! Now I want you to be an extra good girl and try a taste."

Still looking a bit confused, but very much wanting to attain extra good girl status, she took a small sip. She made a face, but not wanting to be naughty, she quickly returned her expression to a big smile. "It tastes kind of funny," she said, but thinking of the doll, quickly drained the rest. "Am I an extra good girl, Aunt Nicola?" she asked. She even smacked her lips to demonstrate her cooperation. Nicola bent down and kissed the youngster on the mouth, tasting the tangy residue.

"You certainly are, my love, you certainly are," she replied, "good enough that you not only get the dolly, you get to pick out five extra outfits for her, too!" Shortly thereafter they left Harrods, Grace with her wonderful new red-haired look-alike dolly under one arm and carrying a custom doll suitcase holding the new doll clothes in the other; and Nicola with a sense of satisfaction that the first part of her plan had worked so well.

Village of Marlow, Buckinghamshire - 30 miles outside London

A week later, Maxine informed Cassie that Nicola would be picking up Grace Friday afternoon for a weekend in the countryside. She also gave Cassie some very specific instructions in preparation for the trip.

It was just past 5 when Nicola arrived. She was cold and direct in addressing Cassie.

"Is Grace packed and ready?" she asked. She looked at the floor and shook her head yes, feeling shame that her innocent daughter was being taken on a trip to be used by Nicola, and she was powerless to do a thing about it.

Nicola then asked, "Have you followed Maxine's instructions and had only fruit juice and water today? No coffee or alcohol?"

"Yes," she replied, her head hung down.

Nicola was pleased, and kissed Cassie on the cheek. "Good girl. Here – go fill this."

Nicola handed a 12-ounce stainless steel insulated bottle to Cassie. The young mother ran to the bathroom, and returned a short while later, the thermos bottle now full of her warm urine and sealed tightly as instructed.

"Excellent, Cassie, thank you. This will come in handy tonight when I read your daughter a story before bed," Nicola said with an evil smile. Cassie felt tears forming in her eyes as she tried to imagine what Nicola would make her first-born do.

Cassie hugged Grace and kissed goodbye, telling her to be an extra good girl. Grace promised she would be. Nicola took Grace out to get in her cherry-red XKE. "Aunt Nicola, this is the prettiest car I've even seen!" she said, climbing into the white leather passenger seat.

"Do you like the color, Grace?" Nicola asked her young companion. "If you don't I will surely have it repainted whatever color you'd like! What do you think of blue to match your eyes?"

Grace's eyes grew wide, flattered that Aunt Nicola would offer to actually do that for HER. "Oh, no, Aunt Nicola. The color is so pretty, please don't change it!" she begged, secretly pleased that Aunt Nicola cared about what she wanted.

They headed off down the M4 to Marlow, a riverside village dating back to the 11th century. Traffic was light, so they made excellent time. After stopping for a light supper they crumbled up some dinner rolls and fed the ducks swimming on the Thames, which Grace enjoyed thoroughly, then stopped at a bakery. Nicola asked Grace what her favorite sweet was, and Grace told her she adored custard cakes. They bought a half-dozen.

They got in to their thatched-roof rental cottage around 8pm. It was small with just a setting room, kitchen, bath and bedroom, but the bed was king-sized, and that's what Nicola really cared about. She intended on using Grace on every square inch of it before the night was over.

Nicola issued instructions to her young charge, "Grace, I'm going to give you a shower, but it can wait until after I read you a story. Take your clothes off and get into my lap so when we finish, you can pop right in, OK?" Obediently, Grace undressed.

Nicola poured warm pee from the insulated bottle into a water glass, and cut a small custard cake into 4 pieces, each one double the size of the previous one. She set these on the end table next to the large comfy rocker, and motioned for Grace to get in her lap for story time. "I'm going to read you a story, love, and you get to play along. If you're an extra good girl and play perfectly, we'll buy your dolly a nice new outfit next week."

"Do you promise, Aunt Nicola?" Grace asked. Nicola smiled, and kissed her on the lips. She noticed that the way Grace kissed her was improving her daily.

"I promise, love." She responded, "But you mustn't fuss, and try hard to cooperate tonight."

Grace noticed the glass. "Is that apple juice in the cup?" she asked.

"No honey, it's pee sent special by your mum," Nicola told her, "She agrees with me that drinking pee now and then is healthy for you. You'll see, it will be so much fun once the story starts."

Grace obediently climbed into Nicola's lap, and the older woman held the girl close and kissed her head and caressed her legs and soft buttocks before beginning. Then she started to read a story from the book she brought, 'African Legends and Stories for Children'.

"This is a tale from long ago when Africa was young: Once upon a time, the tallest giraffe on the African savanna woke up, and she was very hungry and very thirsty. She walked over to a pond, and drank it dry - Gulp gulp!" Nicola held the glass of pee to Grace's lips, and encouraged by Nicola, the girl reluctantly took two sips. She grimaced a bit at the flavor, but wanting to be extra good, she smiled at her Aunt.

"The she walked up to a bush, and ate all the leaves off of it. Nom-nom!" Nicola handed Grace the smallest piece of custard cake, and told her to eat it like the giraffe would, nom-nom! Getting the gist of the game, Grace wolfed it down quickly.

"And it all went down her long throat into her tummy." Nicola traced her fingertips from Grace's chin down to her sternum, stopping between her tiny undeveloped nipples, and the little girl giggled. "But she was still hungry and thirsty."

"Then, she walked over to a stream, and drank it dry - Gulp gulp gulp!" Nicola held the cup up again, and Grace took three sips, this time less reluctantly.

Then she walked up to an acacia tree, and ate all the leaves off of it - Nom nom nom!" Grace reached over and took the next biggest piece of custard cake and again wolfed it down.

"And it all went down her long throat into her tummy." This time Nicola traced her fingertips from Grace's chin all the way down to her navel. Again, the little girl giggled with ticklish glee. "But she was still hungry and thirsty."

"Then she walked over to Lake Tanganyika, and drank it dry. Gulp gulp gulp gulp!" This time, used to the flavor, Grace took the cup from Nicola on her own and finished off the contents.

"Then she walked up to a giant banyan tree, and ate all the leaves off of it. Nom nom nom nom!" Grace reached for the next largest piece of cake and shoved it in her mouth. "And it all went down her long throat into her tummy." Now, Nicola traced her fingertips from Grace's chin all the way down her tummy to the top of her hairless mound. The little nymph screamed with laughter at being tickled, taking huge gulps of air as she did so.

"And then the very tall giraffe with the long, long neck had a huge burrrrrrrrrrrp that went from her tummy all the way up to her mouth!" Nicola slipped her finger deftly into the damp little slit, then traced her fingers back up across her tummy and chest to her chin again, sending the little girl into paroxysms of laughter.

"And then the very tall giraffe was not hungry or thirsty anymore…until the next morning!" Taking her cue, Grace stopped laughing long enough let out a big wet belch, the mixed scent of sweet custard and tangy urine filling the air. "Just like the tall giraffe," she giggled.

Nicola put the book down and wrapped her arms around her little red-haired kitten, and gave her a kiss on the lips. "Auntie loves you very much," she whispered. Unsure of herself, the naked Grace tentatively pushed her lips against Nicola's. Nicola ran her hands across Grace's flat chest and undeveloped nipples, then down between her legs, gently parting them and exposing her little cunny. "Remember how the first time we met, I had to clean your bum and put oil on you?" She parted the outer labia and began rubbing the girl's tender inner lips.

"Y-y-y-essss…" the girl whispered, leaning her head back and closing her eyes as pleasure began to work its way through her, "I l-l-l-love you, Auntie," she sighed.

"When you kiss someone you love, Grace, it's a very good thing if you softly put your tongue on their lips, like this." Nicola put her lips on the little girl's, then very slightly moved her tongue between the waiting lips. "Open up your mouth just a little, darling," she instructed, and felt Grace opening her mouth just enough for Nicola's tongue to work its way in a bit. She could taste traces of custard and pee in the girl's mouth, giving her a dominant thrill.

Grace began to moan as Nicola's rubbing began to have an effect. Thrusting her tongue in further, Nicola slipped her forefinger gently into the virgin entrance and let her little finger slip down across the young girl's pink anus. Beneath Nicola's kiss, Grace began breathing harder, muffled little squeaks and groans emerging. Grace began thrusting and wiggling her hips, pressing her mound harder against Nicola's hand, slowly at first and then harder and harder. Pulling away from Nicola's mouth, her breathing quickly became ragged and her soft squeals gave way to a wail as her whole body went stiff under the influence of her orgasm, then she went limp as the crest of her passionate wave broke.

Nicola held Grace close to her body for a few minutes, giving the young girl time to recover, then picked her up and took her into the bathroom for a shower, and more lessons.