Willow and the Dame

Lady Helen – 46 years old – Attractive, medium height, white blonde Hair: is a genuine lady who came from the upper class and owns a large house in its own grounds and countless amounts of land. Had a Daughter Willow at 32 years old to her late much older husband who sadly died of a heart attack.

Willow – beautiful girl with white-blonde hair, average height, with piercing blue eyes, high cheek bones and a gorgeous pixie like smile, though not busty she had the perfect curvy B-cup physique with a cute little butt that drove men nuts: Willow was an ordinary child, sweet an innocent until her dad died when she was 12 years old. The girl became unruly and sometimes depressed. Her mother tried to placate her by acknowledging her request to be an actress. Now a teenager and trying to break into acting using her attractiveness to her advantage.

Helen drove past the gaudy mansion gates with the rain bouncing off the roof of her BMW. Gently taking the curve of the path up to the big house she smiled at her nervous daughter in the passenger seat. They pulled to a stop outside the large Georgian mansion set back in its own grounds from the hub of the London suburb they were in.

Helen brushed a strand of hair off her stunning daughter’s 14 year old face, “now don’t be nervous this lady is a wonderful actress and an influential figure in the British movie industry. You could get a supporting role in a film; you’d like that wouldn’t you dear?” The blonde pixie nodded without saying anything. Helen noticed the doors at the top of the stairs were opening, “besides it’s not the first female actress you’ve met under these terms now is it, you like that other lady well enough.” Willow looked up at her mother and spoke in a quiet voice, “that was different I liked her she was my friend and was gentle.”

Her mother laughed, “Well I am sure Dame Margo will be gentle too, she was stunning in her prime you know and is still a steel haired goddess so they say though I haven’t seen her lately. Plus women are always kinder with girls than men.”

The girl shrugged, “I guess if you say so mother.” Helen kissed her child’s forehead, “I do say so young lady. Besides it’s not like she could be any rougher than that big security guard brute you let....well you had to ice your little bits for a day afterwards. Let’s not also forget your little performance with 3 men backstage I had to watch, my goodness child no wonder you walked funny for days. So you see it cannot be all that bad.”

Willow went red realising her mother had watched her backstage performance on video. Their conversation was cut short as a figure appeared at the window holding an umbrella. It appeared to be an attractive woman in her twenties, wearing a rain coat, “allor I am Michelle the maid, Dame Margo invites you in out of the rain little missie.” Helen grinned at the attractive girl, “hello young woman am I to come back later?” The attractive French girl smiled at Willow’s mum, “oui, Margo wishes to get to know your daughter one to on first, tooooo...talk about parts you know?” Her ladyship grinned, “I wonder what parts she had in mind? I’m kidding okay tutz this is you darling. Do what you do best I suppose and I will pick you up in a few hours?”

They embraced and Willow exited the car with the maid covering her head with the umbrella, she turned and waved at her mother and they trotted up the steps to the house. Willow looked back one time at her mother in the car who winked at her and gave her the v tongue sign for eating pussy and Willow flushed and said, “mother really.”

The big dark doors closed behind them with an echo and they were in an expansive main hall way with marble flooring and a curved stairway. The chandelier that adorned the ceiling was worth more than Willow.

Willow really noticed the maid for the first time as she took off her rain coat to reveal a huge cleavage. The gorgeous redhead was in her early to mid twenties and wore a traditional maid’s uniform. The French girl smiled at Willow, “you like my uniform no? Very classical.” Willow grinned, “is it your real uniform or part of the show?” The maid laughed, “Well you cheeky girl it is indeed my uniform, oui. Would you like me to take your coat?”

Willow unbuttoned her pretty dark blue autumn coat which had a hooded fleece that framed her face in a way that made her look adorable. The girl pulled it off and the maid helped taking it from her and began hanging it up on a posh looking set of hooks in a little broom closet to one side. Returning she complimented the blonde on her appearance, “well aren’t you a pretty one non?” Willow was indeed beautiful even in fairly standard attire, as dame Margo had told her to dress casual as she felt they may try costumes on for various parts anyway. Despite this Willow was such a natural beauty that even in a simple knitted cream cardy and jeans she looked cute, her hair tied back in a simple pony tail.

Suddenly a majestic voice could be heard at the top of the stair, “of course she’s beautiful Michelle she’s my guest and potential co star.” Both girls looked up the stairs to the site of Dame Margo. Statuesque and tall, steel hair tied back into a bun, classically attractive face despite being in her mid fifties, cobalt blue eyes with a gaze that could melt men’s and women’s resolve. Sporting a curvy, busty figure; typical of a woman of her age that was enhanced by a stunning black dress that shimmered when she moved. Slowly and dramatically she came down the stairs almost never taking her gaze of the underage blonde pixie in her foyer.

Willow flushed at the attention but also agreed in her mind immediately that she found the woman attractive. At the bottom of the stairs the old dame reached out for Willows hand and clasped it in her own hands. Then as she rubbed it she welcomed the girl to her home, “my dear you belong here in this house full of beautiful things and indeed women. Please feel relaxed as if it were your own home.” The venerable actress had the deep, sensual voice common of experienced stage and screen actresses such as Judy Dench and Diana Rigg. 

The woman raised the girls hand and placed a kiss on it and released, “Chelle darling can you get us some drinks, Willow dear what would you like to drink, we have most things?” Willow had to think and said, “Coke?” The dame grinned at her sexy maid, “Coke it is, perhaps cherry coke even?” The girl nodded, “agreed then Michelle we need a special cherry coke and a mojito for myself.”

The maid sauntered off to the kitchen and they watched her go, “stunning creature don’t you agree? Your’ mother’s a Lady she must have servants of her own, though I wager not one as buxom as mine.” Willow didn’t really know what to say to that, “err my mother has a male housekeeper he’s quite young. My mother says he’s indispensible to her, even though he’s pretty rubbish at cleaning actually.” The girl scrunched her face up as she realised how odd that was for the first time. The dame boomed a laugh, “well I am sure he is indeed, not my sort of thing but each to their own I suppose.”

The older lady ushered her new ward toward the living room opening, “my dear I am delighted you have come, many have spoken wonders about you and how wonderful you are. I seem to recall seeing you in a play where you wore a schoolgirl uniform, magnificent.”

They sat in a lavish living room, Michelle entered with a tray with several drinks and a pitcher of coke. Setting the drinks down she turned to her mistress, “will that be all Madame?” The actress nodded, “for now dear we don’t need your big assets distracting us when we are talking shop but don’t go too far we will need you later.” Willow flushed slightly as the dame acknowledged the maids big boobs and then slapped the girls perfectly curved bottom as she left the room.

Margo grinned at Willow, “delightful girl, perfect tits and arse and does everything I ask of her like all good girls should. “ Willow spat her drink back into her cup and Margo chuckled, “sorry child I didn’t mean to startle you. Although I am surprised we have a few mutual acquaintances you see. A certain venerable male actor who you did a play with? Not to mention a female actress about my age. Both of whom speak well of you and your willingness to be friendly.”

Willow blushed and smiled, “yes I am friendly, I want to do well but I am still young and learning.” The girl took a gulp of her drink and realised there was alcohol in it. The older woman leaned forward on her chair and spoke slightly breathlessly, “oh but you are so young and I am so experienced and have so much to teach you my child. We can do wonders together kid both in front and behind the cameras.”