Constance and Moira: A History Lesson

Scarlet Fury

1993

'I've seen you, you know,' Moira sneered, judgingly at the blonde, reclining on a chez longue.

'What? Do you watch from the shadows like a peeping tom?' Constance quipped, lighting up a cigarette and looking over her shoulder at the maid who stood glaring at her.

'I like Madam very much. And the children... It's not right what you're doing,' the ghost murmured as she polished a mahogany cabinet.

'I know,' Constance nodded. 'I deserve to be shot in the eye.' She scowled at the redhead who didn't turn back to look at her. 'Get off your high horse, Moira,' she sighed.

'What are you even doing back here?' The maid dropped her duster and turned, hand on hip. 'Didn't I warn you about coming back here?'

'I don't take your threats very seriously, Moira. All I have to do is walk out the goddamned door and I'm safe.'

'From me, maybe,' the maid muttered.

'The girls are asleep,' Larry announced as he re-entered the room, rubbing his hands together. He stopped in his tracks. 'Oh, Moira, I didn't know you were still here.' Constance rolled her eyes.

'Don't worry Lawrence, she's not going to say anything. Are you, Moira?' she grazed, threateningly.

'Say anything about what?' Larry said nervously, kneeling in front of the fire and reaching for the poker. 'There's nothing Lorraine can't know about; having a neighbour over for supper while she's out of town... It's all completely legal. Normal.' He cleared his throat and turned back around to meet Constance's judging eyes.

'For Christ's sake, Larry, it's fine.'

'She's right. I'm not going to say anything,' the young maid sung with a slow, hypnotic tone laced in her voice. 'I promise. All you have to do,' she sauntered slowly over to the nervous man, 'is seal it,' she met his face, watching his darting eyes shiver uncomfortably. 'With a kiss,' she whispered, glancing over to Constance out the corner of her eye. Larry shifted on his feet, giggling nervously. Constance scoffed, shaking her head.

'Some people never change,' she chimed, taking another drag of her cigarette. Moira put a hand on Larry's chest, teasing him with her lips like a siren's song.

'Come on, Larry, you want to, don't you? You want to feel my young, firm tits against your chest?' He pushed his glasses up his nose and put his hands in his pockets.

'I, I don't think that's a very good idea, Moira,' he heaved a laugh of discomfort and glanced down at the blonde, strewn along his furniture.

'I can't swear not to tell, if you don't seal the deal,' she crooned, swaying before the glowing fire.

'Christ woman, can't you keep your clothes on for five goddamned minutes?' Constance snapped. The maid slowly shook her head as she brought a hand up to her chest, gently stroking the cleavage that blossomed from the low buttoned shirt.

''Fraid not,' she whispered. 'But if I have to take this shirt off, it won't be my lips I'll need you to kiss.'

'Okay, okay,' Larry sighed, laughing, awkwardly, his hands beckoning her not to touch the buttons. 'I'll kiss you,' he said as nonchalantly as possible. Constance glared at him, her lips tight with anger. All he could do was shrug, his eyes asking for an alternative option. Moira smirked, stepping forward to wrap her arms around Larry's neck. 'Just a peck,' he joked before she pulled him to her, open-mouthed. She pulsated her tongue inside him, grating teeth and pulling hair, moaning like a fountain into his mouth. She opened her eyes, looking directly at Constance's raging anger, whilst she suckled on her man. Constance burned inside, turning scarlet with fury. Larry's hands gripped Moira's waist firmly, and she covered one with her own, only to drag it up to a breast. Larry pulled away, nervously muttering. The maid just clung to his mouth with hers and slowly placed a hand over the stiffness in his pants.

'That's enough,' Constance boomed, sitting upright and dotting out her cigarette. She ran her fingers through her hair.

'Oh, but he's so hard,' Moira whispered, into Larry's breathless mouth. 'I wonder, have you ever made him so hard, Constance?' she gloated, turning to face Constance and leaving Larry's lips unaccompanied. She wiped the lipstick from the corner of her mouth and sauntered out of the room.