Cruel Beauty

The Big Bang

Eventually the crying at night stops or you have become so accustomed to it that you no longer hear it. In the daytime, it's always business as usual but there is tension in the air and she no longer makes eye contact with you. Her orders come when she is reading or has her back to you. For your part you stayed out of her physical space you didn't want to offend her with any sapphic touches. You and Monique are awkward at first but eventually, you can laugh about it, it was a silly fling it wasn't like you had feelings for each other and that was fine. A few months pass and you are tired of the ice-cold atmosphere but what can you do? Over a year passes. She has you running a million errands for her latest event, the Baroness has decided to throw a black and white ball. One rule, no colour.' The Baroness no longer gifts you any custom-designed dresses but you are allowed to select what you wear from the fashion wardrobe which hosts all of her designs. She is insistent that she is surrounded by finery and expects her staff to adhere to these needs. Hellman Hall is decorated with black and white roses, there are ice sculptures of swans are placed throughout the room. You are on patrol for anyone daring to show a hint of colour.

You hear the gasping but don't look up you have no interest in another Victoria Von Hellman entrance. You jump feeling someone grab your arse and turn seeing a snooty arrogant young man. 'How much for a quickie?' his friends stand a few feet away laughing, he looks nervous, you sense this is some sort of dare, and he's sweating uncomfortably. Good. 'For a handsome fellow like you? Free.' The young man blushes not knowing what to say. 'I could take you upstairs, find us a nice king-size bed. We could roll around naked and I could ride your big thick dick and squeeze you with muscles you didn't even know I had until you pop like a champagne cork.' The young man is blushing furiously and sweating he immediately covers his crotch. 'Excuse me.' he runs off to the bathroom. The group of young men laughs at him, and one particularly handsome man checks you out, shame that you don't swing that way, you turn from him walking away. 'Sorry.' you immediately apologise for bumping into someone. You see it's not someone, it is the Baroness in a white elaborate frock with a black lining and patterns, her hair has now grown stopping just at her waist, it's styled in waves and makes her look younger. She looks like an angel.

'What was that all about?' she asks lowering the white Venetian mask emblazoned with little black diamonds. 'You look.' Your breath catches in your throat, but you steel yourself and focus on the question. 'Nothing.' You reply. The Baroness snorts assuming if there was no issue you must've been flirting with the boy. 'Right. Come along Hera.' She walks away, hips swaying her loyal dog by her side. Hera is no longer a young dog with a vicious temper, she's fully grown and larger than any Dalmatian you have ever seen, the guests back away from her or pretend to be brave and try to pet her to show off to the Baroness. The dog is too clever for her own good, occasionally showing her teeth. She isn't aggressive unless someone threatens her mistress but she just knows they fear her and seems to enjoy tormenting them. You sigh watching the Baroness leave to mingle. You go back to your very important job of, patrolling for colour. 'Not enjoying working for the new money anymore?' Yvette approaches you and you roll your eyes. 'Oh good, you, your appearances at these events always thrill me.' Yvette smirks. 'Well, I go where the buzz is it just so happens that it's here, it won't last new money never does.' You shove passed her in no mood for her games.

'Yn.' you hear Monique whisper and you turn to see her standing with a champagne tray. 'We are throwing our own little party beneath if you would care to join?' You raise an eyebrow. 'Who?' Monique looks around. 'The maids, the butlers, they said to only ask you if I trusted you and not to tell zee Valet.' she looks at you cautiously. Looking up you see the Baroness with a crowd of her snooty friends laughing. 'Monique, I couldn't think of anything better.' you squeeze her arm and leave. You pass John. 'You got invited then?' You freeze, he chuckles. 'They aren't as good at keeping it a secret as they think. Go enjoy yourself. I will keep an eye on things up here.' You hug him with a smile. 'You should join us.' John smiles. 'It's not really my scene.' After the party is in full swing you go to the cellar, the radio is blaring and the staff are dancing, they have kindly helped themselves to a crate of the Baroness's champagne. A few people see you and look nervous, you grab a bottle of champagne and pop it. 'Here, is, to meee.' you toast yourself in a snooty middle-class accent. The staff cheers welcoming you into the party.